Game Invasion: A new term for each level

In Yang Hui's memory, this street belonged to one person, a middle-aged woman surnamed Fu.

He only met her once, when they were signing the rental agreement.

Mrs. Fu was decisive and efficient. She came in, wrote down her name without saying a word, and left, leaving Yang Hui and the rental agent looking at each other in bewilderment.

Yang Hui never defaulted on rent after that, and they didn't have much contact. It was just that he was really short of money recently, and even when Mrs. Fu sent him messages urging him to pay, he only said nice things.

Now look what's happened, they're getting impatient.

Yang Hui gestured for the agent to sit down.

"Come, come! Please have a seat. What is your surname?"

"My surname is Zhou, and I'm the manager of a real estate company. I'll have to wait a moment; I have urgent business to attend to later." He said hesitantly, a professionally obsequious smile on his face. "I'm just a messenger; this isn't a decision I can make. It's Mrs. Fu's opinion..."

Manager Zhou was just doing his job.

However, Yang Hui wanted to know if there was still a chance for things to turn around.

"Manager Zhou, you've really worked hard. Do you see if there's another way to handle this?"

As Yang Hui spoke, he put another 10,000 yuan into Manager Zhou's hand.

Manager Zhou's expression visibly wavered for a moment, but he quickly put all the money on the coffee table and sat down.

"Mr. Yang, this place has been rented to you for several years now, and you have never been late with the rent. But then again, everyone has difficult times. Mrs. Fu's approach is indeed a bit too radical."

Business isn't great right now, and the location is bad. The shop at the end of the street moved out at the beginning of the year, and it's been half a year, and they still haven't found a replacement.

Manager Zhou also sighed.

"But it's not that I don't want to help you. Mrs. Fu gave the order. Most of this street belongs to her. She's one of our big clients. I can't do anything about it."

It seems that the one who tied the knot must untie it. Yang Hui took out his phone, found the landlord, and sent a message.

A red exclamation mark appeared.

Yang Hui pursed his lips, thinking that Mrs. Fu must have deleted him from her contacts on the subway yesterday.

There was nothing that could be done, since it was true that he was behind on rent.

"Okay, I'll move out as soon as possible. Please pass on the rent I owe to her."

"Okay, I'll try to give you as much time as possible."

Yang Hui expressed his understanding.

Unexpectedly, he was about to leave this familiar place. Although the space was small, he had lived there for a while and felt a sense of security.

He also handed out a lot of flyers, and the address was always here!

If he moves away, won't his business have to start all over again?

Just then, the door was pushed open, and a voice came from inside.

"Dad, why is it taking so long? My head is starting to hurt again. Aren't we supposed to go to the hospital?"

The girl who came in was a primary school student. She had her hair in braids and was carrying a small schoolbag. Her face, which should have been rosy, was now pale and listless.

Yang Hui glanced at it, but then froze.

Manager Zhou stood up to say goodbye: "Xiao Yin, it'll be ready soon. Well then, Mr. Yang, I'll be leaving now."

"etc!"

Yang Hui suddenly stood up, came to her side, and stared at her without blinking.

Zhou Yin was also curious and stared at him with wide eyes.

Suddenly, she looked pained, cold sweat poured down her face, she squatted on the ground, clutched her head with both hands, and swayed as if she was about to faint.

"Little Yin!"

Yang Hui quickly carried her to the sofa, but it didn't seem to help at all. Her eyes were closed, her eyelids twitched uncontrollably, and she even seemed to have some difficulty breathing.

He looked left and right, circling around Zhou Yin a few times; it wasn't that he had any special quirks.

Manager Zhou was very worried.

Yang asked, "What's wrong with her?"

Manager Zhou sighed and said, "This is my daughter. A few months ago, she kept saying that she had headaches, but we didn't pay attention to it. However, recently her headaches have become more and more frequent. It used to be once a week, but now it's once a day. Sometimes she even faints from the pain."

"I took her to many hospitals and had her undergo many tests, but we still couldn't find the cause. We were at a loss."

Manager Zhou walked a little further away, lit a cigarette, and vented his frustrations.

They are just an ordinary family, and they haven't even unlocked the initial vocabulary.

His daughter has contracted a strange illness, but he is powerless to help her.

Perhaps Yang Hui knew the cause of his headache.

In Yang Hui's eyes, Zhou Yin had a dark, indistinct thing on his head. According to Manager Zhou's description, he couldn't seem to see it.

He had a feeling similar to that he had when facing Zhou Yan, and the ghosts carrying lanterns had the same feeling.

Yang Hui looked at his panel, where the entry for "[Confucius did not speak of strange phenomena, physical prowess, disorder, or spirits]" was flashing.

[The Master did not speak of strange phenomena, physical prowess, disorder, or spirits]: (Green) Your attacks are somewhat effective against strange things, but they are more likely to attract evil spirits.

With this entry, Yang Hui seems to be able to see things that ordinary people cannot.

Yang Hui said, "I think I can help her."

Manager Zhou cast a skeptical look at him: "Really?"

Although he knew the term, he only had a basic understanding of it; those who awakened the term rarely interacted with ordinary people.

He felt that he had visited so many hospitals and done almost everything he could, but still had no clue about his daughter's illness. What means could a person who was about to be forced to move out of his shop have?

If he really had different methods, would he still be in arrears on rent? This was Manager Zhou's thought.

Yang Hui pulled out his business card and said, "Of course, a bodyguard agency also needs to be aware of some emergencies."

Looking at the business card, Manager Zhou felt even more unreliable.

Yang Hui looked at it carefully and solemnly.

There was a black-faced, white-toothed thing hanging upside down on Zhou Yin's head. Its fine teeth were embedded in her forehead, especially its two large fangs, one on the left and one on the right, which went deep into her temples.

It appears to have no eyes, and its top is like a misty haze.

Yang Hui tried to broach it with his hand, but couldn't feel anything touching it.

Even the black thing would try to hide from his hand.

Yang Hui refused to believe it and used both hands to grab it.

In Manager Zhou's eyes, Yang Hui was making unknown gestures and muttering something under his breath.

Although he doesn't believe in metaphysics, it seems... there's actually some truth to it?

If he got closer, he could hear what Yang Hui was actually saying:

"What is this thing?"

"You think I can't catch you?"

"Damn, I was so close!"

Yang Hui found the right method. He pinched the two fangs that were deep in his temples with his fingers and was finally able to exert force.

With a slow, gentle exertion, it began to struggle violently, putting up a fierce resistance!

However, when Yang Hui pried open the gap and inserted his fingers, Zhou Yin actually started flailing his arms wildly, shouting and pushing against Yang Hui's hands.

"Hold her down!"

Manager Zhou had never seen such a scene before and stood there stunned for a moment. He was reminded and then came over to hold down his daughter's hands and feet.

"Ouch! It hurts so much! My head hurts! Daddy, help me!"

Yang Hui didn't let Zhou Yin shout for long before forcefully flipping it off with his fingers.

Once separated from the body, it instantly turns to ashes when exposed to sunlight.

Zhou Yin calmed down, slowly catching her breath. She then touched her head and said:

"Dad, it doesn't seem to hurt anymore."

"real?"

"Um!"

Manager Zhou was somewhat surprised, not expecting that after visiting so many hospitals, the problem would actually be solved in one firm.

"Mr. Yang! Thank you so much!"

Yang Hui was still wondering what was going on when Manager Zhou grabbed his hand.

"It's okay, it's okay. If you still have a headache, just come to me."

"I can't let you waste your time! How about this? How much?" Manager Zhou thought for a moment, holding his wallet, then looked up and said solemnly:

"I'll figure something out for Mrs. Fu! I'll try my best to keep you from moving, but if that really doesn't work, I'll find you the best and most cost-effective location in the whole city! Don't worry!"