The Villain's Mom Becomes Famous for Fortune-Telling and Gossip Ch. 49

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"He went to the third floor," Yellow Hair answered confidently, pointing upward. "Me and Green Hair were just coming out of the lab when we noticed he was gone. Knowing him, he's definitely trying to finish filming the school before Tang Xiangbei so he can rub it in his face."

Zhou Yu's expression darkened.

In all his years of watching horror movies, he knew one golden rule: splitting up in a haunted building is basically asking to die.

He pushed past them with a muttered curse, bolting up the stairs. At the corner landing, he glanced back and saw the other two still standing there like idiots.

"What the hell are you staring at? Get up here and help me find your boss!"

"Oh—oh! Right!"

Green Hair and Yellow Hair snapped out of it and scrambled after him.

The moment they reached the third floor, soft music drifted through the air—a gentle, old-school English tune.

Green Hair's eyes lit up. "Brother Zhou, that's our boss's ringtone!"

They broke into a jog, following the sound until they found the source.

No Lu Yan in sight.

Just his phone, lying face-down on the ground, buzzing on vibrate.

The caller ID glowed with the word: "Grandma."

Zhou Yu felt his soul leave his body. Of course it had to be that old lady from the Lu family.

He didn't want to answer. What if it was some kind of emergency and he made things worse by hesitating? But if he did answer, and something had already gone wrong... she might go full banshee on him right through the phone.

Yellow Hair, noticing Zhou Yu just holding the phone frozen, asked, "Brother Zhou, it's the boss's grandma... are you gonna answer it?"

Zhou Yu shoved the phone into his chest like it was a live grenade. "You answer it!"

Totally confused, Yellow Hair answered the call—and immediately regretted it.

Before he could say a word, the shrill, wailing voice of an elderly woman blasted through the speaker, startling him so much he nearly threw the phone across the floor.

"My sweet baby! My poor grandson! Why did you take so long to answer?!"

"Just now, your grandpa was burning incense and the stick snapped in half! Master Fang from the Celestial Temple said—said today is a death day for you!!"

"Grandson, don't stay out there, come home! I'll call the driver to pick you up soon. After today, we can go out and play again, okay?"

"I'll even buy you the sports car you've been eyeing for the past two days as compensation!"

The old lady kept talking for a while on the phone. Yellow Hair couldn't help but envy her last sentence about buying a sports car.

Just for not letting him go out to play, she's compensating with a car? Lu Yan's grandma was seriously rolling in style!

But as his jealousy faded, a chill crept down his spine. He quickly spoke up, trying to sound calm. "Uh, hello, Grandma Lu. This is one of Lu Yan's friends. He's not here right now, but we'll have him call you back in a bit."

On the other end, Lu Yan's grandmother immediately panicked upon hearing that it wasn't her grandson's voice. "Who are you? Where's my Lu Yan? Why is Master Fang from the Celestial Temple saying today's his death day? Where are you right now?"

Yellow Hair had no idea what the Celestial Temple was and figured the old lady was just superstitious. But given her power and status, he didn't dare to say that outright. "Uh... we're at the old campus of No. 47 High School. Lu Yan..."

"What?!" Lu Yan's grandmother's voice shot up in alarm. "You're where? The old campus of No. 47 High? The one where the student jumped off the building and got impaled on the flagpole?"

Yellow Hair froze. He'd heard the rumors about the girl who'd jumped and gotten stuck on the flagpole, but hearing the old lady mention it made his stomach drop. He glanced nervously at Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu, looking just as troubled, rubbed his forehead in frustration. Yellow Hair, lacking confidence, weakly muttered, "Uh, yeah..."

The old lady completely lost it. "How dare you?! You took him to such an evil place! Where's my Lu Yan? Let him pick up the phone right now!!"

Yellow Hair, flustered, quickly explained the situation, but Lu Yan's grandmother's voice had turned sharp and accusatory. "You just left him there alone? What kind of friends are you? You must've deliberately led him there! You wanted something to happen to him!"

Caught completely off guard, Yellow Hair was horrified. "Grandma, we've grown up with Lu Yan! How could we hurt him?!"

"Grow up together?!" The old lady seized on the phrase as if it were a lifeline. "No wonder Lu Yan's temper keeps getting worse. It's all your fault! Because of you, Lu Yan turned out like this! If anything happens to him, the Lu family will never let you get away with it!"

Before she could continue her tirade, Zhou Yu, looking exhausted and exasperated, snatched the phone away and abruptly hung up.

Green Hair, wide-eyed and panicked, looked over at Zhou Yu. "Brother Zhou..."

Zhou Yu tossed the phone aside and met the fearful gazes of his two companions. He raised an eyebrow, nonchalantly. "What are you staring at? That's just how Lu Yan's grandma is. To her, it's always someone else's fault, never her kid's. You don't waste your breath with people like her—just hang up and be done with it."

Yellow Hair, still shaken, opened his mouth as if to argue, but then hesitated. He couldn't help but feel some fear at the thought of Lu Yan's grandmother's influence. "She... she said something would happen to Lu Yan. Is there some kind of murderer or something in here? What could happen to him?"

Neither Zhou Yu nor Green Hair answered him right away, and Yellow Hair continued nervously, "So... where do we go to find Lu Yan?"

Zhou Yu stared down at the dust-covered corridor on the third floor, the uncertainty hanging in the air. He seemed torn.

On one hand, even if they found Lu Yan, things weren't going to end well, especially with a person like Lu Yan's grandmother involved. But if they didn't go, and something happened to Lu Yan... there would be hell to pay, both from the old lady and from their own conscience.

He scratched his head, frustrated.

He should've just listened to the master's advice and stayed at the inn, soaking up the sun. Why did he get himself into this mess?

Looking at the two boys around sixteen or seventeen in front of him, he hesitated for a moment and waved his hand. "You two go downstairs and wait for a bit, I'll go find him... Oh, and don't just wait around. Go grab the big rooster from the backseat of my car and bring it to me. That thing could save our lives!"

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