What evil intentions could an evil god possibly have?

Gu Yuqiu said, "Please."

Shen Muchan said, "I will keep the promise you made."

Gu Yuqiu was not surprised and nodded, saying, "Time."

Shen Muchan said, "Probably tonight."

"If you're worried about her..."

Gu Yuqiu glanced at Su Yan and said, "Then I can assure you that, given her character, she won't interfere in our affairs."

Shen Muchan shook her head again, giving a direct yet forceful answer.

"I don't believe you have a personality."

Gu Yuqiu sighed, somewhat regretting that she wasn't an idiot.

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Gu Yuqiu looked at her and asked softly, "Is it necessary to be in such a hurry?"

Shen Muchan said seriously, "I'm afraid it won't be enough time."

Gu Yuqiu remained silent for a while, then realized that this was not without reason, and nodded in agreement.

This line of thinking is reasonable.

Don't be fooled by the fact that she seemed to have laid everything out on the table last night, killing those who needed to be killed, and intimidating those who needed to be intimidated, resolving everything without missing a single one, handling it perfectly.

In fact, once her identity was revealed to the world, endless variables were inevitable, and no one could know what would happen next.

Shen Muchan was well aware of this.

Of course, more importantly, she was certain that Gu Yuqiu was weak at the moment, and she was reluctant to miss this opportunity, fearing that there might be unexpected changes in the future.

Even so.

Gu Yuqiu smiled slightly and said, "It's evening now, so we still have to eat, and it'll be on me."

Shen Muchan looked into her eyes and said, "On the condition that I clear the table for you first, and then wash all the piled-up dishes and chopsticks, then we can eat?"

"Thank you."

Gu Yuqiu's tone was unusually calm, which could easily make people dislike her. She said, "You know I don't like others touching my things. If you don't come over, this will really be a bit of a problem."

Shen Muchan didn't say anything more, and just like she had been doing for almost a month, she familiarly resumed her maid duties and got busy.

Watching her retreating figure, Su Yan shook her head slightly and whispered, "What are you going to do?"

Upon hearing this, Songtang, who was lying in the cat bed, looked at Gu Yuqiu curiously, wondering how she was going to cheat this time.

Is it still through the ancient scrolls of slumber that we can communicate with the divine kingdom that once belonged to you, but is now Lin Mushi's?

This seems to be the only way.

"We don't know yet."

Gu Yuqiu suddenly felt a little tired. Meeting their gazes, she made herself a cup of coffee and casually said, "Let's go have barbecue for lunch."

Su Yan raised an eyebrow slightly, thinking that you changed the subject too quickly. The important thing right now is what you should do, but you're thinking about eating barbecue instead.

She had strong opinions, but she didn't want to argue with Gu Yuqiu on this matter, so she remained silent.

Songtang meowed, indicating that there were still two meals to go. If you're having barbecue for lunch, what are you going to eat for dinner?

"It's very simple."

Gu Yuqiu took a sip of coffee and sighed, "Of course, we'll eat what she likes."

Songtang was slightly taken aback, wondering who "she" was referring to here.

It turned its head to look at the kitchen, and seeing the short figure, it thought, "It can't be you, can it?"

……

……

Meanwhile, at the Special Affairs Bureau building.

Since Crimson made its move last night, the lights in this building have never been turned off, and countless messages have been constantly being exchanged. Even at the most tense moments, the lights never stopped for a moment.

With the Pope and the Lord of the Sleeping Souls gone, and the four peak fifth-tier experts defeated, the Special Affairs Bureau is now facing the trivial but troublesome issue of how to clean up the mess afterward...

Many people think so, after all, the innocent empress is still alive, and Gu Yuqiu's attitude last night was equally clear.

The new Chu should have been peaceful.

Unfortunately, Shen Muchan informed Lu Xiu of something, causing the entire Special Affairs Bureau to become busy again, even more so than before.

"I don't think Crimson can beat that one."

Lu Xiu gave up his seat and stood respectfully to the side, saying in a deep voice, "There can be no second outcome tonight's battle."

A moment later, a gentle voice rang out.

"What's the reason?"

"I don't think that person would offer a rope for someone else to hang themselves, because the benefits that Crimson can bring her are far from enough."

"There's some truth to that, but you've forgotten a very important point."

"What is it?"

"She was so confident that it was unacceptable, which was then perceived as arrogance, and she looked down on everyone... including me."

Lu Xiu looked up at the person sitting in the main seat.

This is the true power holder of the Special Affairs Bureau, the fifth-tier peak expert known as the Old Director.

Contrary to what many people imagined, and even different from the will he displayed to everyone last night, he is actually a teenager.

Yes, he was an extremely ordinary-looking person, with no distinguishing features, neither ugly nor beautiful, the kind who would blend into the crowd and be hard to spot.

The only strange thing about him is that he has a sense of novelty.

However, contrary to this sense of novelty, the voice that spoke had a sense of age, like that of an old man on his deathbed.

Such an incongruous feeling appearing in the same person is naturally something that makes people curious.

Over the years, every time Lu Xiu met this person, he would think about this question, but he never asked it.

"so?"

He stopped thinking about it and asked, "What do you think Crimson's chances of winning are?"

The old director did not answer, but instead said, "This battle seems extremely important, but that's not the case. No matter the outcome, whether we win or lose, or whether we live or die, it's not a big deal for us. There's no need to think about these issues."

Lu Xiu frowned and remained silent.

"Of course, the best outcome would still be for Crimson to win."

The old director said, "But this idea is just for fun. We won't and can't work towards it. We'll just be prepared to stand by and watch."

Lu Xiu asked, "Then why did you agree to Crimson's request and come here?"

This statement seems normal, but it actually has a deeper meaning.

It was even extremely malicious.

For the past few months, the turmoil in Xin Chu has been constant, but you turned a blind eye, leaving almost everything to Zhong Chongshan alone. Only now, when things have almost settled down, have you come here...

Are you afraid of dying?

The old director understood, remained silent for a long time, and ultimately offered no explanation.

"Crimson is not a good person."

His voice was completely flat, like a stagnant pool, as he calmly said, "But what she did, the people she killed, have nothing to do with us, so what's wrong with agreeing?"

Lu Xiu looked at him quietly.

The old director continued, "More importantly, I'm quite interested in this battle, so of course I had to come and see."

Lu Xiu hummed in response, surprisingly calm.

"Any other questions?"

The old director looked at him and said, "If there isn't any left, you can go and inform Shen Hong and convey my message. You should also explain to that person and Wu Zui, so that they don't misunderstand or make the wrong judgment about our position."

Lu Xiu nodded, then turned and left.

After leaving the office, he looked up at the ceiling, his gaze seemingly passing over the steel bars and cement, landing on the top floor that had witnessed many changes the previous night.

He thought that Zhong Chongshan's death might have been meaningless, and he thought about the almost indifferent attitude of the person in the office behind him. He gradually calmed down and suddenly felt very bored.

And I'm tired.

……

……

The passage of time is only truly felt when we look back.

After a long, gloomy day, the streetlights suddenly shone brightly, emitting a blazing white light that illuminated the remaining snow on the street, signaling the approach of dusk.

In such awful weather, even the most ordinary lights seemed beautiful to people.

Just then, it started snowing again.

Su Yan glanced at Gu Yuqiu, casually grabbed Songtang by the neck, kicked it up, ignored the angry meows, threw it into her arms, and walked out with it in her arms.

Only two people remained inside.

Shen Muchan looked at the fresh snow outside the French windows and said softly, "So beautiful."

Gu Yuqiu said, "I thought you had seen a lot yesterday."

"The scenery is different from different locations."

Shen Muchan was quiet for a while, then suddenly said, "I think that when Lin Mushi wakes up and looks at that black sea, she will be at a loss."

Gu Yuqiu said, "I asked for her opinion beforehand, and she agreed."

Shen Muchan mocked, "How could a naive young girl like her possibly outmaneuver someone like you? It's easy for you to trick her into agreeing."

This is indeed the case.