What if you were targeted by a cool and aloof beauty?

"Oh, Bait Bay?" The old woman put the stone into her pocket, giving him an "I understand" look.

“Yes, that’s right.” An Chen nodded.

"..."

Jiuge fell silent.

"Please sit down first. I'll go check on Grandpa in the yard. He hasn't been thinking very clearly lately, which has worried him." The old lady took out a tattered pair of reading glasses from a dilapidated cabinet next to her.

"Okay, go ahead." An Chen smiled politely.

Jiuge nodded as well.

After the old lady left, the two began to observe their surroundings.

Egg the puppy's house looked a little more refined than the others; at least there was some white paint on the walls.

Although it was cracked and a lot of the plaster had fallen off.

The table was made of cement, the simple stools were made of wood, the wooden bowls on the table were somewhat broken, and there were many signs of peeling paint on the cabinet.

Apart from some simple, broken furniture, there was basically nothing else.

Even the kerosene lamp looked like it was about to break.

On the surface, the dog's family is probably similar to a local landlord in ancient times.

If even landlords are doing so poorly, it means that other families are in even more difficult circumstances.

A fragrant aroma wafted from the earthen stove in the courtyard outside.

The sounds of surprise and delight from Little Dog Egg and the old man could be faintly heard coming from inside.

Sighing, Jiuge looked at An Chen: "What should we do? Stay here or go out first?"

She genuinely didn't know what to do.

Less than half a day has passed, and we haven't seen many spirits, let alone those three eccentric individuals.

Are we really just going to stay inside for now?

"Wait a moment, we'll talk about this later." An Chen glanced at the door, his face calm.

"Huh?" Jiuge didn't understand what An Chen meant.

Soon, just a few seconds later, a little girl with pigtails, dressed in patched-up clothes made of various fabrics, pushed open the door and walked in.

"Grandpa! Grandma! Little Dog Egg!" she shouted.

But no one responded.

The next second, the little girl noticed An Chen and Jiu Ge.

Her expression suddenly turned fierce, and she grabbed a winnowing basket from the side and raised it menacingly.

"Are you intruders? Where are my grandparents and my little brother?" The little girl stomped her foot, took a deep breath, and rushed over before the two could answer.

Chapter 79 The couple won't need to sleep separately anymore.

“Um…” Jiuge began.

The little girl stopped halfway through her run.

“There are no guns.” She put down the dustpan and looked at the two people in front of her who were unusually calm.

Enemies generally don't speak standard Chinese and are usually equipped with guns and grenades; if they don't, they are most likely not enemies.

Seeing the little girl lunging at them menacingly with a weapon, An Chen and Jiu Ge didn't react much.

But there's nothing we can do about it.

It's just a winnowing basket; the two of them could easily flick it off with a single finger.

"Who are you?" The little girl sat down on the spot.

He didn't care how much dust was on the ground, and even picked up a torn old textbook to fan himself.

“The refugees in the neighboring bay are victims of war just like you,” An Chen said expressionlessly.

"Refugees? Refugees dressed so strangely... and why are they in my house?" The little girl looked incredulous.

In her opinion, An Chen and Jiu Ge were dressed too scantily and too flamboyantly, and their clothes were also excessively clean. Their appearances were also out of place with them.

Even more remarkably, their strange clothes had not a single patch on them from head to toe.

"We found these clothes on our way out of the conflict. Your brother picked them up on the road." An Chen lied without batting an eye.

Jiuge lowered her head, feeling somewhat ashamed.

"Little Twist, you're back?" A strong voice came from the courtyard.

The person who pushed open the door was extremely tall and slender, with thick eyebrows, double eyelids, and a somewhat long face.

If it weren't for his gray hair, numerous wrinkles, and age spots on his neck, An Chen and Jiu Ge would probably have thought Zhang Zhidong was playing a prank on them.

An elderly man who looked like a senior version of Zhang Zhidong strode in steadily, followed by a kind-faced old lady and a little dog named Dan.

"These two are our guests," the old man introduced, sitting on a dilapidated stool.

"You two are lucky stars; your grandmother's spirits have recovered as soon as you arrived." He patted Little Twisted Doughnut's head.

"Really?" Little Twist jumped up from the ground and hopped over to the old lady in a few quick leaps.

She waved her hands in front of her grandmother's face, looking incredulous: "Grandma, who am I?"

The old lady chuckled and touched her glasses, saying, "Why didn't you bring your schoolbag today?"

Although the few students have been unable to attend school recently due to the war, Xiao Mahua still insists on carrying her schoolbag and going out to find a teacher to study every day.

"His IQ has returned!" Little Twist didn't answer her grandmother's question, but just shouted excitedly.

Little Egg also excitedly barked, "My IQ has returned!"

"You have no manners." The old man smacked Little Twist on the head and then patted Little Dog Egg on the head.

Little Twist stuck out her tongue and happily hugged her grandma.

The puppy spun around in circles several times, very excited.

"What are your names? Where did you escape from?" Seeing the unusually lively atmosphere at home, the old man seemed quite pleased.

He looked at An Chen and Jiu Ge with an extremely puzzled expression.

This outfit doesn't look like something someone would wear to escape a disaster...

“Fish Bait Bay,” the old woman answered first.

She deliberately raised her voice, seemingly to show off that she had recovered.

"Mmm." The old man nodded affectionately at the old woman, then looked back at An Chen and Jiu Ge.

"My name is An Chen, and her name is Jiu Ge. We're refugees from the neighboring bay," An Chen smiled and replied politely.

At first, he couldn't quite understand why Little Dog Egg looked familiar, but now he knows.

This group of people are mostly Zhang Zhidong's ancestors.

An Chen thought of the Zhang family cemetery again; it seemed that Zhang Zhidong's ancestors had all bravely sacrificed their lives...

Jiuge smiled too.

She probably guessed what was going on, but what she couldn't understand was why all the recent events were inseparable from Zhang Zhidong.

Moreover, if these people are Zhang Zhidong's ancestors, then the upcoming war will inevitably cause them all to perish here.

Thinking of the Zhang family tomb, Jiuge couldn't help but feel saddened.

Fate has been too unfair to this family.

"You can stay with us for the next few days, but we don't have much to offer you, and we don't have any extra clothes." The old man stood up and sighed.

"Thank you, we're not cold." Jiuge nodded somewhat reservedly, seemingly unsure of what to do in this situation.

She had originally planned to leave earlier and return to the illusion later.

Now that things have turned out this way, we have no choice but to stay here.

It's not that I'm worried about time or anything like that.

Just like a day in the sky is a year on Earth, a day on Earth is also ten years underground.

Therefore, by the time this task is completed, not much time will have passed in reality.

The only thing to worry about is whether there are any spirits that have slipped through the net outside.

But then I thought about it again, there are still quite a few association members in Jingcheng, so nothing should happen.

With this in mind, Jiuge felt relieved.

"You two are a couple, right? That's perfect, then you don't have to sleep separately." The old lady smiled.

Look at this beautiful couple, a perfect match.

Unfortunately, the war forced them into this situation.

I wonder if they came from wealthy families, and whether they can adapt to straw beds...

"Okay, thank you." An Chen nodded in gratitude.

Jiuge's face suddenly turned bright red.

She began to ponder in her mind what it meant to not have to lay out separate mattresses on the floor.

"Sleep in the same bed as...?" Jiuge covered her cheeks with her hands and whispered.

Should she refuse at this point? She was conflicted.

After all, they're not married yet.

No, thinking about it carefully, they haven't even officially started dating.

Soon, Jiuge's brain was burned out by this terrible situation.

For a moment, she even forgot that the living people in front of her were all dead, all spirits.

"Yes, it seems the pretty lady's husband isn't quite right in the head either," Little Egg chimed in, helping to explain.