Chapter 56: The Reclusive Youth’s Human Card Charms the Master (4)

Chapter 56: The Reclusive Youth's Human Card Charms the Master (4)

Shen Han's fingertips trembled.

Suddenly, he laughed, a low, almost inaudible laugh.

"Shen Han, Shen Han, what do you want to eat?"

Song Chuyi's voice interrupted the trembling in Shen Han's heart, and he slowly raised his head to look at him.

Under the twilight, there seemed to be a blood-red glow.

"What do you want to eat?"

"I can have anything, I'll eat whatever you eat."

The two walked out, gradually moving farther away.

Their shadows were long, seemingly entwined with each other faintly.

Song Chuyi followed Shen Han for a delicious meal and then returned to the manor with him.

The manor was brightly lit, but there were few people around.

It was said that the second son of the Shen family had been admitted to the Bureau of Evil Suppression, and the entire Shen family was celebrating for him, except for Shen Han, who was not invited.

Not far away, there were laughter and joy, while Shen Han's side was cold and lonely, with no sense of presence.

The manor was vast, yet Shen Han was housed in a small bungalow near the back gate, like an insignificant weed on a beautiful painting, existing, but its presence or absence made no difference to the whole picture.

Song Chuyi followed him back to his bedroom, which was relatively bright and warm, and neatly organized. If it were an ordinary family, this would be considered a decent environment.

But the Shen family was not an ordinary family.

The Shen family was the leading one among the four great families, even to the point of having a hand in everything in Lin City. What was considered "decent" here could only be called meager.

Song Chuyi sat cross-legged, watching Shen Han, who was reading a book with a blank expression. Curious, he asked, "Do you know they are celebrating your second brother?"

Shen Han nodded.

"Why didn't they invite you?" Song Chuyi pressed on, "Aren't you also a biological son of Lord Shen?"

Shen Han shook his head.

Song Chuyi: ...

He really is a man of few words.

No, I need to find a way to make him talk more!

Song Chuyi leaned closer and slapped his hand on the book Shen Han was reading.

"What's so good about books? Look at me."

Up close, Shen Han could even see the fine hairs on the young man's face.

Nature was partial, leaving not a single flaw on this face.

Just being close was enough to quicken one's heartbeat.

Shen Han slowly lowered his gaze, "I'm going to sleep. Do you want to go back into the card?"

"I won't go back into the card." He lightly tugged at Shen Han's sleeve, "It's too dark in there, I don't want to go back, okay?"

If he went back, he wouldn't be able to eat melons or see what strange things humans in this world could summon.

Shen Han remained silent for a full minute before softly saying, "Alright, if you want to go out, you must wear a mask."

"Okay, okay, hehe, I'll stay with you, don't worry, just sleep soundly!" Song Chuyi agreed without hesitation.

As night deepened, Shen Han fell asleep.

Song Chuyi, who didn't need to sleep and couldn't fall asleep, saw that he was deeply asleep and quietly left the bedroom.

What he didn't know was that after he left, Shen Han, who should have been fast asleep, opened his eyes.

His pupils were pitch black, devoid of any light.

Song Chuyi wandered around the manor and found that those celebrating the second son of the Shen family had already dispersed.

The lights gradually dimmed, restoring the usual tranquility.

It was a bit regrettable; banquets were good places to gather information.

Bored, Song Chuyi randomly chose a path and walked, eventually finding himself in front of a sea of blooming roses.

"Who's there?"

An alert voice sounded.

Following the voice, Song Chuyi saw a man in a black suit standing in front of the flower sea, looking wary.

He took a couple of steps forward and greeted warmly.

"Hello, I'm Song Chuyi, I'm with Shen Han."

"Shen Han..." the man murmured, "Ninth Younger Brother?"

Song Chuyi perked up his ears, actually calling Shen Han Ninth Younger Brother?

So, the man in front of him is Shen Han's brother?

It's just not clear which one.

Shen Han’s father had nine children in total—five boys and four girls—with Shen Han being the youngest and the least noticeable.

With this thought, Song Chuyi took two steps forward.

"Are you Shen Han's brother?"

The man hummed in response, then added, "I'm his second brother, Shen Shu."

Shen Shu? Isn't he the guest of honor at tonight's celebration?

The party has already ended; what is Shen Shu doing here in front of this sea of flowers?

Song Chuyi took a few more steps forward, the wind lifting the hem of his clothes and stirring his hair.

His face was masked, concealing his stunning features except for his eyes, which shone like stars.

Shen Shu squinted slightly, a question forming in his mind.

When did his Ninth Younger Brother make a friend?

But he knew so little about Shen Han. His Ninth Younger Brother never participated in Shen family affairs and rarely spoke up.

Doctors said he had autism, speaking little and immersing himself in his own world, unwilling to step out.

At first, their father held hope, but later, for some reason, he gave up.

From that point on, the presence of the Ninth Younger Brother in the family diminished, to the point where it seemed as if there was no such person in the Shen household.

If not for the mention by the masked youth in front of him, he might have forgotten about his Ninth Younger Brother altogether.

Shen Shu furrowed his brow, a sense of unease passing through him.

Seeing his deep contemplation, Song Chuyi cleared his throat, pulling Shen Shu's wandering thoughts back.

"Second Brother Shen, congratulations on your admission to the Bureau of Evil Suppression."

"My Shen Han wasn't feeling well today, so he couldn't be there, but he did prepare a gift."

Shen Shu's face showed obvious surprise, "What's wrong with him?"

"He just... has an old ailment," Song Chuyi said vaguely.

Shen Shu didn't call out the youth's lie, "Health is important. I received his congratulations."

"Please thank him for me."

"Sure, sure!" Song Chuyi nodded repeatedly, "Second Brother Shen, do you think Shen Han can get into the Bureau of Evil Suppression?"

For the Shen family to hold such a grand celebration for Shen Shu, the Bureau of Evil Suppression must be very prestigious.

Could this be Shen Han's wish?

Shen Shu paused for two seconds, organizing his words, "The Bureau of Evil Suppression only admits one person worldwide each year."

"That's amazing." Song Chuyi's eyes lit up. Such a prestigious organization, Shen Han must want to join too!

There's a ninety percent chance this is his wish!

Great, the goal is set!

"Second Brother Shen, let's exchange contact information!"

Song Chuyi, holding the phone he had taken from Shen Han, exchanged contact information with Shen Shu.

Of course, Shen Shu added Shen Han's WeChat.

These two, who are clearly brothers, don't even have each other's WeChat; it's a sign of a distant relationship.

"Second Brother Shen, tell me more specifically what kind of strength is needed to get into the Bureau of Evil Suppression."

Song Chuyi took out a small notebook and began to take notes.

For some reason, Shen Shu actually told Song Chuyi.

It wasn't until dawn, when Song Chuyi left with satisfaction, that Shen Shu realized it.

He actually told that strange youth?

But even if he did, what difference does it make? The Bureau of Evil Suppression isn't something that can be entered by strength alone.