My game even includes ancient times

After chatting for a few more minutes, the doctor came out carrying a bag of used gauze.

Upon seeing this, Ye Si bid farewell to He Shi and He Yu, and then led the doctor away.

After closing the door, He Shi and He Yu went into the inner room to see Chu He.

The gauze on Chu He's face had been removed, and the scabbed wounds looked like insects of all sizes clinging to his pale skin, which was somewhat frightening at first glance.

He turned to look at He Shi, who was walking ahead, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. He said in a hoarse voice, "Junior Brother."

Then his gaze shifted to He Yu behind him, and he nodded in greeting: "Senior."

He Shi poured a small half-cup of warm water from the table and handed it to him: "Second Senior Brother, did you hear what we were saying outside just now?"

Chu He took the cup and said, "Mm."

He Shi frowned: "Why is Mo Yunlou so persistent, clinging to you like this?"

Chu He recalled for a moment and said, "Those assassins rarely speak, and I don't know the specifics. I can only speculate from their few words that they must have misunderstood me and thought I had harmed one of their accomplices."

As he said this, his voice cracked slightly, so he carefully took a sip of water to moisten it, and continued, "That accomplice held a high position in the building, which enraged the Lord of the Mo Tower, who then ordered a large number of assassination missions and mobilized more than 60% of the building's assassins to hunt down the murderer."

He Yu seemed to understand something: "So, you were just passing by, and they wanted to kill you without even asking what happened? You're clearly being framed."

Chu He paused for a moment: "That's true."

He Yu continued, "Why are they so certain you're the murderer? Is it because of your identity, or the location and time you appeared, or perhaps both? Judging by this relentless pursuit, it's probably both..."

"In the Haizhou and Wanzhou area, the murderer is a disciple of the Chu family..."

He Shi muttered to himself, then suddenly his eyes widened and he abruptly raised his head, "It's Wu Feng!"

He Yu raised an eyebrow, while Chu He's eyes widened slightly: "Wu Feng is dead?"

"Well."

He Shi's expression was somewhat complicated. "It was Fourth Senior Sister who killed him."

"Little junior sister?"

Chu He was prepared for He Shi to say that he killed Wu Feng, but he didn't expect to hear from him about someone he had never thought of before.

Chu He's scarred face showed doubt: "She...can she kill Wu Feng?"

He Shi: "..."

This is indeed a bit like boosting the enemy's morale while diminishing our own, but... we can't say that Second Brother is wrong...

He Shi coughed lightly: "There are also two young people from Insect Valley present. Wu Feng died of poisoning, and his body was turned into meat soup by the corpse-dissolving liquid."

Chu He nodded slightly: "I see. However, even if Wu Feng defected from the Chu family and joined the Mo Yun Tower, the Mo Yun Tower Master wouldn't go to such lengths for him. After all, this incident has caused too much trouble, and the entire Mo Yun Tower will probably be affected along with him."

The room fell silent for a moment.

After a long silence, He Shi suddenly spoke up: "Unless... their relationship is not just that of superior and subordinate, but they may have known each other for a long time. Perhaps even Wu Feng's defection is related to this Master Mo."

Chu He listened to his analysis and nodded: "Very likely."

He Shi turned to look at He Yu: "Sister..."

He Yu nodded: "I understand, I will write to your master."

He Shi smiled at her, walked over and took the water glass that Chu He had already drunk all the water from: "Second Senior Brother, you should rest well first, I will bring you dinner later tonight."

Chu He said, "Okay."

He Shi and He Yu left the house, closed the door, and stood on the porch.

He Yu glanced at the time and said to He Shi, "Xiao Shi, I have something to do today, so I'll be leaving first. I probably won't be able to come for another day or two. Please take care of yourself."

He Shi paused, then asked, "Is there something you need, sister?"

"Ah."

He Yu smiled, looking into He Shi's eyes which held a hint of reluctance, and softened her voice: "Do you know? In my world, today is New Year's Eve, and I'm going to celebrate the festival."

He Shi was stunned, not expecting her to talk to him about that world. This was the first time he had ever heard of it.

"I'll bring you something delicious next time I come."

Looking at the other person's smooth, firm, and well-defined cheeks, He Yu felt an itch in her fingers and couldn't resist giving them a quick pinch before pulling her hand back. "Let's go!"

The simple wooden door opened and closed, and He Yu's figure disappeared into the courtyard.

He Shi remained standing in the same position under the corridor.

He didn't come to his senses until the sun began to set.

"It's already this late? Time to go get dinner for my senior brother..."

He muttered to himself, walked quickly to the gate of the courtyard, opened the gate, and hurried away.

……

The Spring Festival is the most important festival in China, although it is said that the festive atmosphere has been fading in recent years.

But on New Year's Eve, people will still try every means to travel from all over the country to return home, just to reunite with their families and sit together for a hot New Year's Eve dinner.

The Little Sweet Cookie and Dessert Shop on the University Town Commercial Street has been closed for almost a week.

After setting off fireworks in front of his shop, the owner of the coffee shop next door looked at the deserted, dark place next door, scratched his head, took out a small jet firework from a large box behind him, placed it on the open ground in front of the cookie shop, and lit it with a cigarette butt.

After a brief burst of burning, accompanied by a hissing sound, golden sparks shot out, rising higher and higher, gradually illuminating the glass windows on the second floor of the dessert shop.

The coffee shop owner watched the fireworks fade away, nodded in satisfaction, and carried the large box back inside.

The remains of fireworks, still wrapped in festive red paper, stood in place, wisps of smoke rising from them.

Suddenly, a foot wearing a black cotton shoe appeared and casually kicked it aside. The wreckage rolled a few times on the ground, and the smoke slowly dissipated.

Those feet walked forward slowly for a few steps, until they arrived at the French windows of Little Cookie.

A semi-transparent white gauze curtain was drawn over the French windows.

A man of medium build was pressed against the window, half his face pressed tightly against the cold glass. His eyelids were rolled up as hard as he could, and his dark, bloodshot eyes trembled slightly, as if he were searching for something.

After a long while, he seemed not to have found the person he wanted to see. His eyelids twitched, and his palm, clad in an old-fashioned leather glove, nervously rubbed against the glass twice, making a piercing sound.

He muttered something under his breath, straightened up, wiped the marks left on the glass, and turned away unhurriedly, just as he had come.

The light from the streetlights and the explosions of fireworks illuminated the surroundings as if it were daytime. As the man moved, one could vaguely see a fleeting, cold metallic glint on his lower back.