Ms. High Risk Occupation

"You call him uncle? I'm your real uncle!"

This was the first sentence the man in black said.

Chu Yu didn't know the identity of this person, Qiankun and Jiuqing were both cultivating in the sword.His cultivation base has not yet fully recovered to the transformation stage, so he dare not act rashly, so he just moved slightly to cover Ning Zhao behind him, frowned and asked softly, "Your Excellency?"

"Hehehehe..."

The man in black had a hoarse and high-pitched voice, and let out a long series of ugly laughter. If it was in the countryside, the sound might scare a child to cry.

"You entered the fairy gate, don't you even recognize me as an uncle?"

uncle?

Chu Yuzai thought about it carefully, but did not find her mother's description of this person in her memory.

As soon as the man in black saw the blank look on his face, he made a rough guess.

It turned out that his good sister had never told her nephew about her existence!
The man in black almost jumped up from the ground in anger.

He snorted coldly twice, and said in a strange way: "My good sister, maybe she married into the fairy sect, so she doesn't want to recognize my brother."

"After all, she is in the fairy gate, so she doesn't need a brother with demon blood."

When he said this, he deliberately prolonged his tone, which sounded a bit bitter and jealous.

Chu Yu frowned even tighter.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the man in black in front of him one after another, making his heart shudder.

"What's the matter, my good nephew, you also despise me, uncle, even though you worshiped in the immortal sect?"

"What uncle?"

Qian Kun floated out from the sword body, his pupils trembled as he looked at the man in black in front of him.

The man in black was also surprised when he saw such a transparent universe.

"You are Qiankun? The Qiankun who is following my little sister?"

"Why haven't I seen you for decades, you turned into such a ghost!"

The man in black stretched out his hand to pat Qiankun on the shoulder, but only halfway through the stretch did he realize that Qiankun had no substance, so he laughed twice and took his hand back.

"No worries."

With a trembling voice, Qian Kun called out the name of the man in black.

"Eh!"

The man in black responded reflexively.

Qian Kun looked at Chu Yu who was puzzled and defensive, and smiled helplessly.

"This is Wuyou, your mother...your mother's incomprehensible brother."

"Qiankun, who do you think is out of tune!"

Wuyou quickly refuted.

"He...he is two hundred years older than your mother. Your mother left the ghost town to travel around the world at the age of 15. In the same year, she practiced in Wuyou retreat for more than ten years."

Wuyou rubbed his nose and snorted coldly, "Where's my good sister, why are you in the ghost town and she isn't in the ghost town?"

"Or, she doesn't even want to see me?"

His words successfully silenced the atmosphere.

Qian Kun looked at Chu Yu with his head down, and at Wuyou with wide eyes full of doubts, hesitated for a while, and said softly, "She's gone."

"gone?"

Wuyou took off the black hood, revealing a face as white as if he had never seen the light before, his pupils were pale green, his facial features were deep, and his lips were as red as if he had applied rouge.

He muttered to himself: "Where did she go, can she still leave Zhongzhou?"

"Why do you want to leave? Well, let me just say, the good man she met during her travels in the world is definitely not a good person. If you don't listen to your brother, you will suffer in front of your eyes. Are you heartbroken and can only go to other places? To relieve boredom?"

"..."

The atmosphere became silent again.

Qiankun didn't know how to answer Wuyou's question.

He pursed his lips, seeing that Chu Yu still lowered his head, and wanted to answer for him, "People..." People cannot be resurrected after death.

Qian Kun only said a word before being interrupted.

"Mother's mind and soul are gone. If she can really be reincarnated, she will be nearly ten years old now."

Chu Yu raised his eyes, and looked at Wuyou, his uncle who had never met, with those calm eyes.

"what?!"

Wuyou's pupils suddenly dilated, he couldn't believe it, and looked sideways at Qiankun, hoping that he could tell himself that this was not true.

However, Qian Kun also lowered his head with a gloomy expression on his face.The expressions of the two of them told him that it was true that his only sister was dead.

Wuyou pinched his palm tightly, and accidentally saw the goose-yellow corner of Chu Yu's clothes exposed behind him, his heart ached, and before he had time to think, he flew behind Chu Yu.

Two lines of clear tears welled up in his blue eyes, and he still shouted: "Xin'er, my poor sister, it's my brother who is late!"

Chu Yu and Qian Kun wanted to stop them, but they couldn't.

"..."

As soon as Wuyou saw the face of the lying man, he stopped in his tracks. He looked at Qiankun and said in shock, "My sister hasn't seen her for more than twenty years, why is she changing her appearance?"

Qiankun: ...

Is there a possibility that this is not your sister at all.

Wuyou touched Ning Zhao's pale side face without a trace of blood, and jumped out all at once. He pointed at Ning Zhao lying on the black ice bed, and stared at Chu Yu and Qian Kun with wide eyes.

"This is not my sister at all!"

"Don't you even know what your own mother looks like?"

Qian Kun suddenly felt that his light and translucent fist was full of strength.

For more than twenty years, Wuyou hid in the ground and retreated, what exactly was he doing?Why does it feel like his head is rusty?

The originally somewhat dull and sad atmosphere, because of Wuyou's yelling these two sentences, actually eased a little.

"..."

"Well, is there a possibility that this is your eldest nephew's daughter-in-law."

Qiankun rolled his eyes in disgust. He and Wuyou had met in the early years, and the two were considered to be somewhat friendly.However, this friendship only exists when there is trouble.

"My eldest nephew's daughter-in-law?"

Wuyou looked at Chu Yu and was shocked again.

"How old are you, why are you married?"

"How long have I been in seclusion? Why did I change my appearance when I came out of Zhongzhou?"

Chu Yu shook his head lightly, looked at Ning Zhao who was lying on the Xuanbing bed, his eyes were gentle and tired, and said in a warm voice, "I haven't married a wife yet."

"It is said in "Rituals" that there are six ceremonies in the evening, Na Cai, Asking Names, Naji, Na Zheng, Announcing Dates, and Personal Greeting... I am very happy with Ah Zhao, but the number of etiquettes is indispensable."

"You mean...the girl has not agreed to you yet, you just acquiesced that she is your daughter-in-law?"

"Who taught you to play hooligans like this!"

Wuyou was so angry that she blushed and her neck was thick, she jumped up from the ground in a jerk, raised her palm high, as if to hit Chu Yu.

"You kid, no, no, I'm so mad, I have to teach you a lesson!"

Qian Kun hurried to stop him, but he was a translucent phantom, unable to stop him at all, he could only watch helplessly as Wuyou's hand passed through his shoulder and landed on Chu Yu's arm.

Chu Yu snorted.

Wuyou raised his arm again and wanted to hit him.

Qiankun was full of strength, suddenly raised his voice, and roared to solve the farce.

"enough!"

"Worriless, come here, let's talk!"

Wuyou hesitated for a moment, but followed the Qiankun floating in mid-air and walked a little further.The two stood not far away, their mouths opened and closed, their voices were inaudible, their faces became serious and relaxed at times, and they didn't know what they were talking about.

Wuyou's questions were like a series of cannonballs, one after another, his two bright red lips hardly stopped, and he kept chirping and asking Qian Kun non-stop.

Chu Yu raised his eyes, glanced at Ning Zhao who was lying on the Xuanbing bed, and stretched out his hand to gently brush the wind-swept hair on her face behind her ears.

He held Ning Zhaobing's cold, bloodless hand with faint blue veins visible on the back of his hand, and murmured: "Azhao..."