"Senior, we talked a lot about the supernatural back then. You warned me that it was best not to go to crossroads in the middle of the night."
"I didn't take it seriously at the time. The Provincial Games lasted three days, and after we added each other on WeChat, I don't think we talked much. I never expected to see you here."
Wang Chen spoke in a hurried rush, unable to hide the anxiety on his face. He was worried about his companions who had run off, but there was nothing he could do.
Emma had her own task and refused to help him look for the university students who had run off.
Wang Chen didn't dare go alone, either, leaving him helplessly fretting.
At that moment, Wei Yanchi remembered him from some dusty corner of his memory.
For the G City University Games, the Taoist Academy had taken a government job as goodwill ambassadors, promoting friendship first, competition second, win-win cooperation, and mutual benefit.
Wei Yanchi's master had pulled strings to get him assigned there as a volunteer, claiming that being a goodwill ambassador would be glamorous and prestigious.
Instead, he had spent the entire Games blowing up balloons, handing out water, giving directions, distributing glucose, interpreting for foreigners, moving chairs, and carrying exhausted students to the infirmary...
"..."
Even now, recalling those days, Wei Yanchi still felt that his master had deliberately been messing with him.
He glanced toward the Ancestral Hall and curled his lips, who knew what mischief brewing in his mind, then spoke in a casual drawl.
"Hey, Wang Chen, I'll help you look. Tell me about your paranormal club."
Emma immediately looked over and said sternly, "You haven't finished the work you agreed to do."
"I know. Then come with me. Looking for