Zhao Zhao went back to the Demon Management Bureau with Song Yao just like that. Actually, there wasn't anything really important. It was mainly about the matter that Su Yuan had previously asked Fu Feng to check for ghostly aura around the small apartment. Now they were going to discuss it with everyone.
Originally, this matter should have been Zhao Zhao's personal business. Without anyone commissioning it, it shouldn't have fallen on the Demon Management Bureau.
But the strange thing was that Fu Feng had discovered something else around Zhao Zhao's apartment.
"That ghost is mostly an ordinary little ghost that lingers in the world because its wishes are unfulfilled. However, this great emperor detected the aura of a skin - wearing corpse in the southwest corner of the room you mentioned." Fu Feng leaned against the table in a slovenly manner and lazily said to everyone.
As soon as he said this, the expressions of everyone present varied. Chu Ming couldn't keep things to himself. He even jumped up directly.
"You said a skin - wearing corpse? Weren't they all cleared out during the previous encirclement and suppression meeting? Besides, isn't that guy surnamed Song already..." He stopped abruptly halfway through his words and looked at Zhao Zhao suspiciously.
Zhao Zhao was confused by Chu Ming's look. What did he mean?
"Chu Ming, what's that look on your face?" Nan Jia, who was protective of Zhao Zhao, glared at Chu Ming and pulled Zhao Zhao behind her.
"Zhao Zhao didn't grow up in the Song family. She doesn't know about the Song family's affairs, let alone participate in them. You don't have to doubt her."
A female voice came from outside the door. It was Song Yao.
"Cousin!" Zhao Zhao pounced into Song Yao's arms and looked at her from side to side.
Song Yao had left so hurriedly yesterday. She was quite worried.
"Since this matter has been found to be related to the Song family, my father specifically ordered me to come and join hands with you all. I wonder what your opinions are?" Song Yao squeezed Zhao Zhao's hand and calmly looked at the group of demons opposite.
The office was quiet for a few seconds, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward for a moment.
It wasn't that the demons in the Demon Management Bureau deliberately ignored the people from the Mystic Sect. It was just that most of the time, these guys only knew how to solve problems by force, and they were usually not involved in such negotiation situations.
Everyone was a bit slow to react for a moment.
Fortunately, Nan Jia came to her senses in time. "That's great, haha. There's no one in the world who knows this thing better than the people from the Song family."
Song Yao clenched her fists and forced out the words "Happy cooperation" through gritted teeth.
There was a hidden meaning in Nan Jia's words. After all, no matter how good their surface relationship was, they still looked down on each other.
The Mystic Sect and the Demon Management Bureau had experience of working together on cases over the years, but they still couldn't cooperate without any grudges.
This was the boundary between humans and demons. Even if the slogans were shouted loudly, they would instinctively reject and resist creatures of a different race.
They were used to fighting with each other, but poor little Zhao Zhao was caught in the middle. She didn't even have time to say goodbye before she was dragged away by Song Yao.
Song Yao looked unhappy all the way. Under Song Yao's stormy - looking gaze, Zhao Zhao ran to buy something for Taotie. And when she had no money in her pocket and asked Song Yao to pay, she was afraid that Song Yao would pull her ear and scold her again.
"Cousin, are you in a really bad mood?" Zhao Zhao and Song Yao were sitting in the car. She desperately endured the temptation of the so - called "family bucket" and leaned on Song Yao's shoulder, asking her eagerly.
When doing this, she couldn't help but feel a bit emotional.
During their first meeting, her cousin didn't even want to sit next to her. Now she was allowed to lean on her. It was really a great progress!
It seemed that her human disguise was very successful!
Song Yao crossed her arms. Feeling her soft - looking younger sister leaning on her, she sighed and asked her, "Where did you sleep last night?"
Just from the tone, Zhao Zhao knew that Song Yao was holding back her anger. She moved her head away from Song Yao and carefully replied, "At home."
After answering, she even took a moment to condemn herself: Alas, she was really degenerate. Now she could lie so smoothly.
"Humph..." Song Yao closed her eyes and didn't want to say a single word more.
But after holding it back for a long time, she still couldn't help it. Frowning, she scolded sharply, "Don't you know that every time you get close to Su Yuan, you're covered in his smell?"
"Ah?!" Zhao Zhao was shocked. "That can't be. Su Yuan takes baths. He doesn't stink..."
The silly girl thought Song Yao was talking about this and even smelled her collar.
"..." Song Yao was really speechless. "That's not what I'm talking about! You know that those perverted great demons with strong possessiveness will mark the things they take a fancy to, right? I'm saying that you've been marked by Su Yuan! Do you understand what marking means?!"
Song Yao was like a machine gun, rattling on and on.
"Do you know that you're now exuding the feeling of being the person of the Yinglong everywhere? Su Yuan's dragon qi and might are on you. Coupled with that dragon scale, in other people's eyes, you've already become the dragon lady, okay!"
Zhao Zhao had a headache from listening to this series of words. She was a bit unable to digest it.
Looking at the partition that the driver in front had silently raised, Zhao Zhao thought: Well, it seemed that even Uncle Driver couldn't digest it.
"Cousin, don't be angry. I'll go back and spray more of that... that Chanel water..." Zhao Zhao tried to calm Song Yao down.
Song Yao was so angry that she laughed. "Humph, so you know about perfume. But do you know how to take safety measures?"
Worried old - maid Song Yao had also thought it through. If there was something going on between Zhao Zhao and Su Yuan, so be it. Just having fun with a man was no big deal. As long as she didn't have a child.
But life was always full of surprises. Zhao Zhao asked innocently, "What safety measures?"
A million alpacas galloped through someone's heart. Gritting her teeth, she said, "The baby - stopping condom! It's a kind of plastic product!" She emphasized the last few words especially.
"I don't have any." Zhao Zhao carefully recalled and answered firmly, which also shattered Song Yao's heart.
Song Yao felt that her soul had floated away.
Zhao Zhao looked at Song Yao, who was leaning limply on the back of the chair, and was a bit worried.
However, Song Yao placed her hand on her stomach. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to say, "It's okay, it's okay. The Song family is big and wealthy. What's there to be afraid of in raising a child."
Although she said it was okay, there was no lack of killing intent in her eyes. It was not clear who she was trying to comfort by saying this.
"Okay."
Her cousin was so strange. She hardly understood most of what she said. Zhao Zhao decided to ask something she could understand.
"Cousin, you haven't told me what a skin - wearing corpse is. And why did Sister Nan Jia and the others say it seemed to be related to the Song family? When are we going to the Chen family?"
Zhao Zhao was very concerned about this. After all, her main task after coming down the mountain was to help the Song family get through the catastrophe. She suspected that this might be related to the catastrophe of the Song family that her master had mentioned.
When the little chatterbox started talking, even Song Yao couldn't handle it.
"Stop." Song Yao reached out and covered her mouth. "One question at a time."