Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 155 Ye Wanlan: It’s me, any objections? [1 more update]

Chapter 155: 155 Ye Wanlan: It’s me, any objections? [1 more update]

Two simple words, yet they exploded in his ears like thunder.

The young man in beggar’s clothing stumbled and fell to the ground before he could even finish his roll.

Despite trembling, he didn’t forget to continue sending punctuation marks to Ye Wanlan via his phone.

[Ghostbuster Bro]: !!!

[YN]: A fall on flat ground, very elegant, your kung fu is truly masterful.

That sentence made the young man in beggar’s clothing collapse on the ground, completely unable to get up.

[Ghostbuster Bro]: YN sis, please don’t scare me, you’re not a wronged spirit that’s been following me all this time, are you?

This time he didn’t receive a response, because the voice came from above his head.

"I didn’t expect you to be so bold as to enter Shenzhou without even passing through customs," the girl said coolly. "Those who know, understand you have no ill intent; those who don’t think you’re here to harm the people of Yan City."

The young man in beggar’s clothing shakily raised his head, meeting a pair of blue eyes.

Those eyes were the same as the ones he saw in the ring fight, deep and distant, peaceful like the ocean.

At that moment, lightning cleaved open his mind, and his memories and thoughts became clear in an instant.

So the person in the group who deleted his pictures was this big shot!

He knew it— who else could have such ability and such a violent fighting style?

"Awooo!" the young man in beggar’s clothing couldn’t believe it, "YN sis, it’s you!"

Ye Wanlan crossed her arms and looked down at him, "It’s me, you seem to have an opinion."

At this moment, the young man in beggar’s clothing stared at Ye Wanlan but was caught in a prolonged silence.

There were seven or eight people in their small group, all of whom had met online by chance five years ago.

At that time, he had just joined the Psychic Affairs Office and started working, not having much experience.

If it weren’t for YN sis providing him with an escape route online, he definitely would have died on his first mission.

YN’s identity was a mystery in the group, as all the information about her was unsearchable, even the intelligence headquarters of the Global Center had no information on her.

Over these four years, he’d also reached a high enough position, but he hadn’t expected YN to disappear for a full four years.

Even with the financial resources of the World’s Richest, not a trace of her could be uncovered.

The young man in beggar’s clothing never imagined he would meet YN, who had saved his life countless times, under such circumstances.

But could someone tell him why his revered YN sis was so young?

The girl before him was definitely not over twenty years old. So how old was she five years ago?

At that age, he was still setting off firecrackers in cesspits.

"Get up quickly, don’t make me drag you," Ye Wanlan glanced at the time, "In ten seconds, people from Bureau 723 will be here."

Bureau 723!

Upon hearing this name, the young man in beggar’s clothing swiftly flipped onto his feet, panic-stricken: "I-I-I have no intention of doing anything bad, I am a respectable, friendly citizen, and a diligent worker. I swear to heaven on this!"

Ye Wanlan didn’t want to waste words with him and grabbed his collar, forcibly taking him away from the scene.

And just as they left, a team from Bureau 723 quickly arrived.

"Where are they? Didn’t you say they were here?"

"They might have suddenly run off, but they can’t have gone far. Check around carefully."

"Yes, Captain!"

At this very moment, inside the cave,

With the crisis averted, the young man in beggar’s clothing heaved a sigh of relief: "Thank you, YN sis, for coming specifically to save me."

If he had been caught by Bureau 723 today, he would have become the second laughingstock of the Psychic Affairs Office.

Ye Wanlan brushed the dust off her clothes.

"YN sis, why are you wearing a mask?" the young man in beggar’s clothing asked cautiously, "Can’t we meet face to face with honesty?"

"We can," Ye Wanlan said indifferently, "beat me first, then you can take it off as you please."

The young man in beggar’s clothing sheepishly retracted his hand: "What are you saying, YN sis? Even if I could beat you, how could I dare to lay a hand on you?"

"You could try." Ye Wanlan squeezed her wrist, "I like sparring with the strong. That’s how you get stronger."

"No, no, no!" The young man in beggar’s clothing’s forehead broke out in a cold sweat, "I...I’m not good at fighting, not at all."

"Just kidding, what’s your name?"

He answered promptly and honestly: "Wen Chaosheng."

Ye Wanlan looked slightly complicated: "The moon above the sea shines with the tide, it’s a good name."

It’s a pity that he’s a bit of a fool, not quite matching the name.

"Hehe, my grandfather gave it to me; he likes Shenzhou culture," Wen Chaosheng touched his nose, "YN sis, if there’s anything you need, just tell me, I’ll do my utmost to get it done for you."

"I need some information from your Psychic Affairs Office," Ye Wanlan said slowly, "Cases related to supernatural phenomena involving souls, I need them all."

"Related to souls?" Wen Chaosheng paused for a moment, "Can you give me a little more context, YN sis?"

Ye Wanlan nodded slightly: "There’s a saying in Shenzhou, ’to borrow a corpse to resurrect a soul.’ Does such a thing really exist in your Psychic Affairs Office records?"

"Borrow a corpse to resurrect a soul?" Wen Chaosheng pondered briefly, "Theoretically, it exists, but it’s not possible in real life because the soul and the body are each uniquely matched, and every soul has its own shell."

After a pause, he added, "Don’t look at how some psychics can summon the spirits of the dead and attach them to themselves to communicate with relatives, but this process can’t last for long, or both would perish."

"I see," Ye Wanlan hummed in acknowledgment, "So borrowing a corpse won’t work, then borrowing a living person’s body is even less feasible, right?"

Wen Chaosheng stuttered, "Of... of course it’s impossible. It’s like a key already inserted in a keyhole, how could a second one fit in?"

Ye Wanlan’s eyes darkened.

So what’s the background of the Transcendent Woman?

And she had her body taken over yet didn’t dissipate into nothing; instead, she was trapped in a corner of her own body?

Afterward, how could the Transcendent Woman leave safely and unharmed?

What on earth is a ’Time Betrayer’?

"Okay, I understand," Ye Wanlan lifted her head again, "Then I’ll have to trouble you to do something for me. If there’s any girl from the Global Center whose temperament changes drastically or who does something that is very inconsistent with her past behavior, please let me know."

Wen Chaosheng was stunned again and blurted out, "Does Sister YN believe that there are souls in this world that can snatch away living bodies?"

"I’ll make sure whether she truly has that ability after I investigate," Ye Wanlan replied indifferently, "A loose lip may sink a ship. Don’t speak of the things you’re going to do, otherwise, you won’t be able to accomplish them."

"Alright, I’ll look into it right away," Wen Chaosheng complied.

Ye Wanlan looked at him, "What about today’s meeting with me?"

"Sister YN, don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone," Wen Chaosheng said earnestly, "Even if Rich Sister bribes me with ten billion, I won’t speak."

"Oh?" Ye Wanlan raised an eyebrow, "What about a hundred billion then?"

Wen Chaosheng stammered, "A... a hundred billion?"

Ye Wanlan said, "If it’s a hundred billion, you can tell her. Then we’ll split it, seventy-thirty."

Wen Chaosheng: "..."

Is this how business is done?

But it seems like a sure-win, no-loss deal.

"Just kidding. If she bribes you, just tell her outright," Ye Wanlan laughed, "It wouldn’t be right to let her waste her money."

Wen Chaosheng again: "..."

He knew he was just a pawn in Sister YN and Rich Sister’s game!

"It’s still early, you can go," Ye Wanlan said lightly, "Remember to bring your passport next time you come to Shenzhou."

"I was just too rushed this time," Wen Chaosheng said sheepishly, "Sister YN, you are so generous. I will take my leave now. But there won’t be any trouble from Agency 723 looking for you, right?"

"No, there won’t be. But wait," Ye Wanlan tossed him a piece of jade raw stone, "Here’s your reward, go on."

Wen Chaosheng caught it and looked, "Dragon Stone Type?!"

Such a piece could sell for a billion at the Global Center.

Even the total of his wages till now did not add up to that much.

Wen Chaosheng was so moved, tears streamed down his face, "Sister YN, you are like my parents reborn! Please accept my bow!"

Ye Wanlan: "Just go quickly."

Obviously, IQ proves that she could never have any familial ties with Wen Chaosheng.

**

At this moment, in Yunjing, at the Cultural Relics Bureau Archaeology Center.

Professors Xue and Foo got out of the car wearily.

"Old Xue, Old Foo, how come you came back so soon?" the guard asked in surprise, "Wasn’t it said that over at Yan Mountain..."

"Luck was on our side, just a fluke," Professor Xue said, "No time for chess today, I’m in a hurry to see Director Xu."

The guard said, "Director Xu has a visitor today, I reckon you’ll have to wait."

"What visitor?" Professor Xue asked suspiciously, "I have urgent matters that require a personal discussion with Director Xu."

"Someone from the Lin Family," the guard replied, "They have been inside for a while now, not sure if they’re done."

"Alright, alright, I got it," Professor Xue said hastily, "I’ll go check it out."

Professor Foo followed him, and they both headed to the Director’s office.

"Wanlan, I’ve arrived in Yunjing. I’m going now to discuss this archaeological trip with Director Xu," Professor Xue called Ye Wanlan, "Just wait, okay?"

Yet Ye Wanlan narrowed her eyes.

She heard two other breathing sounds besides those of Professor Xue and Professor Foo. One was the regular breathing of a normal person and probably belonged to the Director of the Cultural Relics Bureau.

But the other breath was extremely soft and slow, with one breath taken every three minutes.

On a normal person, such a breathing frequency would mean death.

It could only belong to a master.

Having traversed the vast Martial World where the Six Great Sects stood supreme, Ye Wanlan understood very well the level of such masters.

On Mount Penglai, the Supreme Elders could breathe just once a day, and their power was immense and earth-shattering.

While one breath every three minutes might not reach the standards of the past Martial World’s masters, such a person could easily thrash a world-class Fist Emperor.

Who was inside?

Professor Xue knocked and entered, "Director Xu."

"What is it?" Director Xu sounded impatient, "I’m in the middle of a serious discussion with Miss Lin. Everything else can wait."

Professor Xue didn’t say a word, instead pushing forward a box that contained the personally forged dagger of the King of Yan, a Concentricity Pendant, and a Golden Step Shake—a trio of antiques.

Scare you to death!