GRMFBS CH120

Zhan Yan had seen the Minghe Ghost King before in a dream about the Linyuan Ghost King saving the Wanyan Ghost King. She had looked like a cool older sister, but he never expected her to have a cunning side.

As Zhan Yan was enjoying the gossip, Xingxing climbed up his leg, determined to achieve its goal of sleeping on his chest. Zhan Yan scooped the kitten up under its armpits and placed it on the floor. “You need to be aware of your own weight!”

Xingxing leaped back onto the bed in a single bound.

Zhan Yan scooped it off again.

“I have many little secrets, but I won’t tell you~” The phone rang.

Zhan Yan held the cat with one hand and answered Gu Jiancheng’s good-night call with the other.

Gu Jiancheng: “Yanyan…”

Xingxing was very displeased that Zhan Yan’s attention had shifted to the phone. It struggled in mid-air, wriggling left and right and starting to meow, “Meow! Meow! Me—ow!”

Gu Jiancheng paused on the other end of the line. “Yanyan, did you get a cat?”

Zhan Yan freed a hand to put Xingxing on the floor. “Yeah, it’s a little tabby. Do you want to see a picture?”

The two chatted about the little cat for a while.

Gu Jiancheng learned that the little tabby’s name was Xingxing (Star), that it wasn’t afraid of Zhan Yan, and that his sister had brought it home.

Sister. Gu Jiancheng’s radar went on high alert again. The essential oil that had an effect on him was also from Yanyan’s sister.

He had originally wanted to meet the parents this holiday, but because of that pervert, the Monster Doctor, he had missed his chance!

He was so angry! Once he found the Monster Doctor, he would beat him to a pulp!

Gu Jiancheng selectively forgot how readily Zhan Yan had agreed not to meet the parents and blamed it all on the Monster Doctor.

After being repeatedly removed from the bed, Xingxing deeply understood Zhan Yan’s determination not to share a bed with it. This time, after jumping onto the bed, it wrapped its two front paws around Zhan Yan’s wrist and meowed sweetly, refusing to let go.

Zhan Yan had one hand held by Xingxing and the other holding his phone. From the earpiece came Gu Jiancheng’s wheedling pleas: He wanted to meet the parents! He wanted to make their relationship official! You promised me last time!

For a moment, he felt like he was being embraced on both sides.

Zhan Yan decided to let the mischievous Xingxing stay on the bed for now and reason with his boyfriend. “But the holiday is almost over. School starts the day after tomorrow.”

His boyfriend was particularly hard to coax this time. After finally placating him, Zhan Yan collapsed onto the bed. Xingxing persistently crawled to his side.

Zhan Yan tilted his head to look at the unhappy little tabby and sighed.

Forget it, coaxing my boyfriend is exhausting. I don’t have the energy to teach Xingxing to sleep in its bed anymore. We’ll just sleep like this tonight.

…

The next morning, Zhan Yan’s well-trained biological clock woke him up at 5:40. He lazed in bed for another ten minutes before getting up to wash his face, unable to fall back asleep.

Xingxing was still asleep. Woken by Zhan Yan’s movements, it opened its eyes, glanced at him drowsily, stretched its paws a couple of times, and then curled up to sleep again.

After washing his face, Zhan Yan was fully awake. Downstairs, his father had already finished his daily inspection as the Chongming Demon King and was back to making breakfast.

Zhan Yan stretched his shoulders and back and went to knock on his brother’s and sister’s doors. They usually woke up after seven, so they were definitely still asleep. But they had agreed to learn morning exercises from him after he got back. He had learned so many different kinds!

Hehe, let’s wake up early together!

He had just knocked twice on his brother’s door when Zhan Jinli opened it, a mouthful of foam from brushing his teeth, conveying his question with his eyes.

Zhan Yan was also puzzled. “Brother, why are you up so early?”

Zhan Jinli tapped his phone screen a couple of times and showed him the interface.

A customer who ordered a cake was in a hurry to catch a train and had requested to pick it up this morning.

So Zhan Jinli had to go to the cake shop later and had no time to learn his morning exercises.

Zhan Yan was a little disappointed and went to knock on his sister’s door.

Before he could knock, Zhan Suiru opened the door, already fully dressed.

“Sister, why are you up so early all of a sudden?”

“A client has an urgent matter and is rushing me like it’s a matter of life and death.” Zhan Suiru sighed. “I have to leave soon.”

If she didn’t go, the Broker would go crazy. He had forcibly sent her a message through the emergency contact channel at five in the morning, waking her up.

Zhan Suiru was in a bad mood from being woken up.

The Broker heard the displeasure in her voice and was afraid she would cut off communication, but his words came out skewed. “Listen to me for a moment.”

Broker: …

Damn!

After being lectured all night, he had started to sound like Gu Zhixing.

Zhan Suiru could sense the Broker’s deep despair from that silence.

Broker: “Craftsman, please come. The Master refuses to leave without you.”

“It’s something you have to face sooner or later. It’s better to face it sooner rather than later, don’t you think?”

“It’s been a whole night, isn’t that enough? Don’t drag it out, I’m begging you.”

“If you don’t come, I’ll have to resort to threats.”

“That wouldn’t be good.”

That hollow tone, half-mixed with chicken soup for the soul, the Broker must have been thoroughly marinated by the Master all night!

Fine, I’ll go.

She had worked with the Broker for so many years, after all. There was a foundation of trust between them.

And besides, since the Abnormal Affairs Management Bureau sent the Master, it wasn’t something she could avoid just by hiding. The world fragment she wanted was still in their hands.

Sigh, the deputy director of the Abnormal Affairs Management Bureau is really a difficult person to deal with.

Most importantly, the Master, Gu Zhixing, had also been worn down by the Broker all night. His power must have diminished. It would definitely be much safer to see him now. Thanks to the Broker for his hard work!

Zhan Suiru slowly finished her breakfast. Before leaving, she typed a message to Zhan Jinli: “I have to go for something. Learn the exercises well from Yanyan.”

Zhan Jinli showed her the order interface. He also had to go to the cake shop early.

Zhan Suiru understood. No wonder Yanyan looked so disappointed just now.

Zhan Suiru pulled back the foot that was about to step out the door and began to comfort her younger brother. “It’s okay, you can teach Mom and Dad!”

Zhan Yan sighed.

Mom and Dad didn’t need him to teach them! They were both powerful figures. Only the three of them, ordinary people, needed more practice.

After comforting her brother, Zhan Suiru changed into her disguise and headed to the black market. As soon as she stepped into the black market, she was stopped.

The Supervisor greeted her with a broad smile and extended a hand to invite her.

Zhan Suiru: “I’ll go back and change my coat first.”

Supervisor: “No need, no need, you look elegant and proper in anything you wear.”

Zhan Suiru: “There’s no need to be in such a hurry, is there?”

Supervisor: “It is absolutely necessary!”

Tsk, tsk, tsk, the Broker must have been tormented badly by the Master.

However, she had her own plans.

“Whether it’s necessary or not depends on me,” Zhan Suiru said.

The Supervisor only saw the pale lips under the brim of the Craftsman’s hat curl up slightly, as if in a smile, and then she strode past him with her long legs, heading straight for her own room.

The Supervisor didn’t dare to stop her, but under the Broker’s strict orders, he also didn’t dare to let the Craftsman just walk away. He could only follow behind with a sad face, cautiously trying to persuade her along the way.

Zhan Suiru found him annoying. “Shut up.”

The Supervisor shut up, his expression even more sorrowful.

It happened to be the day of the black market’s biannual auction. The lively event had brought prosperity to the surrounding shops and streets with their free stalls.

Zhan Suiru had been so focused on the “Apocalypse Fragment” before that she only remembered it was auction time when she saw the commotion around her.

“How many days has the auction been open?” She changed direction and walked into the market street.

The black market auction was held twice a year, lasting from three to seven days each time, depending on the items being auctioned.

The Supervisor, afraid that the Craftsman might get a whim to participate in the auction, quickly said, “It just opened, just opened. The list of auction items was sent to you three days ago. I’ll send you a physical copy as well. This time it will last for five days. There’s nothing good in the first three days, you definitely wouldn’t be interested.”

The black market was bustling with people. A newcomer, seeing the usually domineering Supervisor following someone so carefully, couldn’t help but ask, “Who is that person?”

“The Craftsman? Why is he here?” The shop owner who answered was also curious.

These powerful figures who had their own private rooms in the black market had a separate entrance and exit and usually didn’t appear here.

Zhan Suiru didn’t plan to stay long either. She passed through the street and returned to her room. She left the Supervisor in the reception room and went into the lounge herself.

The Supervisor paced anxiously in the reception room, afraid that the Craftsman wouldn’t come out. Fortunately, the Craftsman came out after a few minutes, looking the same as before, in the same clothes, with no changes.

The Craftsman wore this outfit year-round. Everyone in the black market who had seen him guessed that he might have a whole closet full of black trench coats and wide-brimmed hats.

At this moment, the Supervisor had no mind for such complaints, only feeling relieved by the Craftsman’s appearance.

The re-emerged Craftsman had become much more silent and strode to the Broker’s reception hall.

The Broker was frozen on a sofa, a cardboard delivery box over his head. One hand was pressed on the box, and the other hung over the edge of the sofa, his fingers twitching occasionally.

On another sofa sat a person in the kind of loose-fitting practice clothes that old men in the park wear for Tai Chi. His hands were folded over his lower abdomen, his eyes looked at the Broker with concern, and he chattered incessantly. Judging by his sincere gaze and gentle tone, one would never guess that he was the one who had tortured the Broker into this state.

Zhan Suiru stared at the cardboard box for a few extra moments.

What kind of item is this? Can it help the Broker resist the Master’s “Listen to me for a moment”?

The sound of the door opening startled the sprawled-out Broker. He jumped up, took off the cardboard box on his head, and the look he gave Zhan Suiru sent shivers down her spine.

“What took you so long!”

That strong sense of grievance and the surprise of finally seeing her, anyone who didn’t know would think she had done something to the Broker.

Zhan Suiru flinched at his cry.

“What the hell is that thing on your head?”

“A kind of item used to isolate oneself from the outside world. This isn’t important, I can give it to you if you want.” The Broker quickly gave them an extremely brief introduction. “Craftsman, this is the Master. Master, this is the Craftsman.”

Gu Zhixing looked at the Craftsman, shifting his target of conversation. “You…”

Before the second word, “good,” could come out, the Broker had already disappeared, dragging his trusted Supervisor out with him.

The two quickly moved to another room. The Broker’s eyes shone brightly as he turned on the large screen in the room. The screen was divided into more than twenty grids, only one of which was lit, showing the scene in his reception room. Judging by the angle, it seemed to be a hidden camera in a tissue box on the coffee table.

The Supervisor was stunned. “Boss?”

Weren’t you half-dead just a moment ago?

Broker: “Don’t be noisy, this is the only surviving camera that I specially modified!”

In such an important meeting, both sides would definitely be wearing jammers. The twenty-plus blacked-out screens were proof of that.

The Master was very torturous, but he was more interested in what the Abnormal Affairs Management Bureau wanted by insisting on meeting with the Craftsman. The Craftsman was his discovery. Although he hadn’t been able to recruit him, no one else was going to poach the Craftsman either!

In the reception room, Zhan Suiru held the cardboard box that the Broker had tossed over. She flipped it over a couple of times and found that it was just an ordinary cardboard box.

…Had Gu Zhixing tortured the Broker into having problems?

She looked at Gu Zhixing with great amazement. “…What did you do to him?”

Gu Zhixing: “Mr. Gong, please listen to me for a moment…”

Zhan Suiru found it very awkward. “Don’t call me Mr. Gong, just call me Craftsman. Where’s the thing I want?”

Where did Gu Zhixing get such a bizarre way of addressing people? Can code names be split like that?

Gu Zhixing complied and handed her the fragment of the Apocalypse scene. “Mr. Craftsman, please listen to me for a moment…”

Since the Craftsman was already here, there was no need to hold onto the item.

“Save your divine power.” After checking it, Zhan Suiru chuckled, opened the panel on her chest in front of Gu Zhixing, placed the world fragment inside, and then closed the panel again. “What came was my remote-controlled puppet.”

She had produced many scraps when making Xiao Ran, and now they came in handy.

Gu Zhixing: …It’s over. I stayed up all night and didn’t realize this wasn’t a real person.

How is the Craftsman’s puppet so realistic?!

Broker: …

“Craftsman, you knew how to deal with Gu Zhixing all along and you didn’t come to save me?!”