Chapter 55: The Closed-off Teen’s Human Card Has Begun to Flirt (3)

Chapter 55: The Closed-off Teen's Human Card Has Begun to Flirt (3)

Song Chuyi looked at Shen Han with slight surprise after he spoke.

From what the butlers and servants said, Shen Han hardly spoke a word in a month.

But since he was summoned, Shen Han had already said...

He counted on his fingers.

Definitely more than ten sentences!

Judging from this, Shen Han was just quiet, not truly closed off. So why did the doctor diagnose him with autism?

There must be something he didn't know.

Song Chuyi kept this matter in mind and didn't mention that he knew about Shen Han's autism. Instead, he tried to encourage him to speak more.

He leaned in, his upturned eyes carrying a bewitching haze.

"Shen Han, I want to go out and play."

Shen Han pressed his lips tightly together, his dark pupils deep and unfathomable.

After a long silence, he slowly nodded.

A human card... it had to be special somehow.

—

Shen Han led Song Chuyi out of the manor through the back door.

Everything in this world was new to Song Chuyi. After they came out, he looked around excitedly, left and right.

Shen Han handed him a mask, which he took and put on without much thought.

He assumed there were some card-like features on his face, and wearing the mask would hide them, making others think he was human.

Even though it was a card world, moving around as a human was more convenient.

The two boarded a bus, which was quite crowded.

Some people held flowers, while others led chickens.

Song Chuyi guessed these flowers and chickens were probably cards, but even knowing this, he still found it amazing.

They sat in the back row, and the bus was quiet. Song Chuyi leaned close to Shen Han's ear and whispered, "Where are we going?"

His ear tingled a bit. Shen Han lowered his gaze and pointed to the fluorescent screen at the front.

It displayed a line of text—“Qian Lin.”

Song Chuyi glanced at it and continued to ask.

"What is Qian Lin?"

Someone nearby snickered.

"You don't know Qian Lin and you dare to come here?"

A burly bald man sneered, "Kids should stay home and drink milk, not hunt monsters! Hahahaha!"

As soon as he spoke, others laughed along.

The bus was filled with mocking laughter.

Shen Han remained expressionless, as if he was used to such ridicule and disdain.

Once everyone had laughed their fill, Song Chuyi chuckled lightly.

"How about a bet?"

"Once we get off, see who can kill more monsters within two hours."

"If you kill fewer than me, how about a thousand?"

A thousand should be enough for a big meal, right?

The burly man's facial muscles twitched, "Bet it is!"

As he spoke, the bus stopped outside Qian Lin.

There were many people here, with designated areas for rest and trading.

Monsters hunted in Qian Lin could be sold in the trading area, making it very convenient.

After making the bet with the burly man, Song Chuyi pulled Shen Han straight into Qian Lin.

"Shen Han, what do the monsters look like?"

Song Chuyi searched as he asked.

Shen Han watched his back and replied, "Monsters can disguise themselves; they're generally hard to spot."

"Hmm?" Song Chuyi turned his head in confusion, "Then how do others hunt them?"

"By relying on cards." Shen Han's gaze fell on Song Chuyi, intense and direct, "A monster's disguise is useless against a card."

"This is a talent of the cards."

Song Chuyi: ...

How could he not? Could it be because he’s not a real card?

"A'Chu, where is your card form?" Shen Han suddenly asked.

Song Chuyi was pondering how to detect the evil beasts and casually replied, "I don’t know. Isn’t the card just me?"

No, that’s not it. Shen Han silently contradicted in his mind.

A card is called a card because it is, in essence, a card.

While the creatures within can be summoned, the card itself remains a card.

The card serves as the key for the summoner to control the creature within.

Only through the card can the summoner establish a mental connection with the summoned creature and command it in battle.

When not in use, the summoner would store the creature back into the card.

Each person has only one card in their lifetime, known as the soul card.

The soul card forms a mental bond only with its summoner; if the card is taken by someone else, it becomes useless.

This is why powerful families maintain their status by having more children.

Cards cannot be sold, transferred, or stolen.

If the summoner dies, the card ceases to exist.

In short, a summoner should hold a card, but he had none.

This meant... A'Chu was uncontrollable.

Shen Han pursed his lips and followed him.

Song Chuyi was researching how to find the evil beasts, and after some effort, he found a way.

By focusing his attention, he could sense unusual fluctuations in the air.

With a thought, a long emerald sword appeared in his right hand.

"I know how to find the evil beasts."

"That five thousand is mine!"

Song Chuyi’s long lashes fluttered, and an inexplicable breeze stirred, playing with his hair.

The sword emitted a faint glow, and the air seemed to ripple.

Suddenly, an evil beast shrouded in black mist, its features indistinct, attacked Song Chuyi.

He merely lifted his sword slightly, and the beast was silenced forever.

Shen Han stood there, stunned.

Powerful, unshakable.

Is this the strength of a human-form card?

The young man’s slender figure was bathed in light, and despite the mask, the breathtaking beauty could not be concealed.

Elegance unparalleled, unmatched in the world.

This was the card he had summoned, his... A'Chu.

Shen Han repeated these words in his heart and spoke slowly.

"Very impressive."

Song Chuyi chuckled, "Of course, you should know who summoned me."

"Hurry up, collect the evil beast’s body. We’ll get ten, and the five thousand is ours!"

Shen Han walked over and collected the evil beast’s body.

Two hours passed quickly, and Song Chuyi, with his spoils, arrived at the trading area.

The bald man saw the ten nearly intact evil beast corpses in Shen Han’s hands, compared them to his own mutilated ones, and knew he had lost.

The nearly perfect condition of the corpses indicated they were killed in one strike.

Such a person was not someone he could provoke.

The bald man obediently handed over a thousand and slunk away.

Song Chuyi then sold the evil beast corpses, earning two thousand more, totaling four thousand which he gave to Shen Han.

Shen Han held the stack of money, staring fixedly at Song Chuyi.

"Why?"

"Why what?" Song Chuyi asked, puzzled.

"Why did you give me the money? It’s yours."

Song Chuyi smiled, his beautiful eyes twinkling like stars.

"Because I’m yours~"

For a moment, her heart trembled violently.