By the time Yu Ye hurried back from North New District, dusk had already fallen. Afraid of running into Master on the main road, she chose to take the backstreets. All the way home, Yu Ye kept thinking about Master's soul consciousness.
Yu Ye: "I didn't expect Master's condition to be this serious. Do you think there's any other good way to help replenish his soul?"
Crazy Night: "Do you remember Sang Feng?" Yu Ye: "What does he have to do with this?" Crazy Night: "Give your Master a dose of the drug Sang Feng gave you. Then you can replenish his soul, can't you?"
Yu Ye: "Huh?" Crazy Night: "What? When your Master's life is at stake, what are you still hesitating over? Besides, you've already failed twice at assaulting your Master. One more time—and this time successfully sleeping with him—won't make much difference."
Yu Ye: "No! I... it's not that I can't. The key is that I don't know what Master thinks. What if he has a solution, or someone he loves? Wouldn't I just be hurting him?" Crazy Night: "Tsk. I'm rather curious what Zhang HuaiMin meant by 'suffering a little.'"
When Yu Ye returned to the shop, the lights were still off. It seemed Master had not returned yet.
She had just parked the vehicle back in its place and had not even drawn back the bed curtain when a knock sounded behind her. A burly man in a black leather trench coat walked into the store.
"Um, do you have any secondhand meridians here?"
Seeing that he was a customer, Yu Ye turned and pointed. "They're on the outermost shelf. Just pick one yourself."
The leather-clad man walked over to the shelf, casually pulled out one, and came back. He reached into his coat as