Chapter 40: At the Critical Moment…

“Forget it, let’s wait until you have a chance to live. The dark aura on your forehead is getting thicker, and it’s worse than before. Who knows if you’ll survive until then…” Su Bao muttered, with rare sympathy in her voice.

Fu Lang almost exploded upon hearing this.

“What???”

“My great aunt, didn’t you say you could save me?” The only reason Fu Lang had been so carefree these past few days was that he had entrusted his life entirely to Su Bao.

Su Bao took a bite of her chicken drumstick, her cat-like eyes blinking innocently, “But I can’t help it if you’re just too unlucky.”

“That ghost clearly wants you dead, and the longer it lingers, the stronger it becomes. The more time passes, the harder it will be for you to escape. I can’t be by your side 24/7.”

Fu Lang suddenly felt uneasy.

He glanced around, convinced there was an evil spirit lurking, waiting to harm him!

Cautiously, he suggested, “Xiao Bao, how about you stay with me at the hotel for a few days? You can protect me up close!”

“No,” Su Bao rejected him flatly.

Fu Lang: “…”

Tsk, it’s not like I was going to do anything to you. Why are you so wary, little girl?

But then Su Bao offered him a solution, “If you’re scared, you can stay close to him.”

She pointed to Mo Yan with her delicate finger.

There was something about this man, an aura she couldn’t quite explain.

He was surrounded by a mix of murderous intent and righteousness. Typically, those who had blood on their hands would be avoided by spirits, as they could be burned by the aura of justice.

His hands were stained with blood, yet he radiated a strong sense of righteousness.

Clearly, the people he killed deserved it.

Upon hearing this, Fu Lang immediately turned, his eyes lighting up as he looked at Mo Yan…

In the blink of an eye, he threw himself at Mo Yan, hugging his arm and resting his head on Mo Yan’s shoulder with a clingy, affectionate expression.

“Brother Yan, you’ll protect me, right?” Fu Lang gazed at Mo Yan with stars in his eyes.

Mo Yan remained expressionless, though a vein on his forehead twitched.

Fu Lang shamelessly continued, “We’ve been best friends since we were kids, right? What’s a few nights together, right?”

Mo Yan’s lips twitched, and his hands itched to hit something.

“Besides, your old man already suspects you’re into guys. You never have a woman around all year. If he pushes you to marry, I can sacrifice myself… How about I become the Mo family’s grandson-in-law?”

Fu Lang, desperate to survive, had thrown all dignity out the window.

And with that, he successfully angered Mo Yan, who promptly kicked him, sending him to sit on the ground.

After the three finished their meal, they left the cafeteria.

Fu Lang lagged behind, grumbling as he replied to messages on his phone, muttering, “Damn it, I barely escaped death, and the old man still insists I go on blind dates! Blind dates, my ass! What do they want, a ghost marriage?”

Just as Fu Lang absentmindedly walked out of the cafeteria…

A flower pot from the rooftop came crashing down, headed straight for him!