Max Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey…?
Chapter 218: Someone Invites the Ancestor for a Drink

Chapter 218: Chapter 218: Someone Invites the Ancestor for a Drink

Fu Shiyan lightly shook his head, "No, Fu Yi doesn’t have the guts, I’m an imposing but feeble third uncle from the outside, this sort of thing isn’t something he could pull off."

Duan Jianchuan furrowed his brow, "Then why did Third Brother suddenly want to investigate Fu Yuxing?"

Fu Shiyan said, "This was requested by the Abbot."

"...The Abbot?" Duan Jianchuan was stunned.

In his memory, Third Brother wasn’t someone who could be easily driven by others, so agreeable.

How could it be that the Abbot barely asks, and Third Brother just agrees?

Moreover, it was in the middle of last night that he called to ask him to investigate.

At the time, Duan Jianchuan even thought that this matter must be urgent.

Now it seems...

Third Brother is so anxious, is it for the sake of a beauty?

Duan Jianchuan suddenly felt that he might be somewhat of a tool.

However...

"No, that’s not right." Duan Jianchuan thought of something, "Third Brother, why is the Abbot suddenly asking to look into the Fu Family’s affairs?"

Fu Yuxing is a member of the Fu Family.

It definitely isn’t just for Fu Yuxing, could it be because of Fu Shiyan that he wants to investigate the Fu Family?

Fu Shiyan: "It’s not about investigating the Fu Family, she wants to find out who killed Lin Yurong."

"...So, Lin Yurong’s death might actually be related to Fu Yuxing?" Duan Jianchuan raised his eyebrows, meaning, he was right.

Fu Shiyan picked up the documents on the table and stood up, "Now it seems, there’s this possibility."

"Where is Third Brother going?" Duan Jianchuan followed behind him.

"To Jiaoyang Temple."

Fu Shiyan walked to the door and opened it.

Before he finished speaking, a playful voice came in.

"Third Brother is going to Jiaoyang Temple? That’s great, we’re going too!"

Wen Zishu stood at the doorway of the study, cheeky grin on his face. He raised his right hand as if to knock but the door was already opened.

Shang Junxiao was standing by his side, with an appearance of weariness and hesitation, and a look of being somewhat afraid to meet Fu Shiyan and Duan Jianchuan’s eyes.

It was at this point that Duan Jianchuan came over, saw the two of them, and was somewhat surprised, "Why is it you guys? Little Jun, why are you mixing with Wen Zishu again?"

Being named, Shang Junxiao sheepishly smiled and greeted, "Third Brother, Fourth Brother..."

"Come on, Old Duan, what do you mean ’mixing with me’? What’s wrong with being with me?" Wen Zishu was unhappy hearing Duan Jianchuan’s words.

Duan Jianchuan frowned with disdain, glancing at Shang Junxiao while indirectly scolding, "You’re perfectly fine, but hanging out with a playboy all day, what good can come of it?"

Shang Junxiao gave a dry laugh.

Fu Shiyan was silent.

He was already used to these two squabbling upon meeting.

"I’m telling you, you dog, you—" Wen Zishu got so angry that he rolled up his sleeves, as if he wanted to pick a fight.

Fu Shiyan glanced at him indifferently, "If you want to fight, go outside."

With that, he stepped away.

Wen Zishu immediately quieted down as if someone had flipped a switch, not making a sound.

He glared at Duan Jianchuan, mean yet cowardly, and extended his middle finger, showing an internationally friendly gesture, his voice was so low it was almost inaudible, "Old dog, just you wait—"

Snorting, he angrily grabbed Shang Junxiao and scurried after Fu Shiyan like a lackey.

Just moments ago he was all bluster, but turned into a sycophant in a heartbeat.

Duan Jianchuan paid no attention to his threats, following along calmly.

...

It wasn’t until noon that the installation workers finally got everything set up, which was considered fast.

Xia Xin sent them off with a friendly word, relieved, then turned back to the side hall.

Seeing Jiangli still sitting there, Xia Xin rolled up his sleeves and said, "Ancestor, we missed breakfast, shall I make lunch now?"

Jiangli, who always enjoyed a good meal, waved his hand dismissively.

Not understanding, Xia Xin asked, "Ancestor, are you saying we won’t eat?"

"No, someone will set up a banquet and invite me to drink," Jiangli said, looking at him with an air of nonchalance.