Chapter 14 Afternoon

February 14th, afternoon.

Somewhere in the Tuscan countryside, Italy.

Feng Bujue, dressed in a suit, stood at the entrance of a small church, looking lazily towards the parking lot, waiting for the guests who hadn't yet arrived.

Ruo Yu, wearing a shoulder-baring bridesmaid dress, stood beside him. Her posture was graceful, her makeup and figure were flawless, but her face... wore her "assassin expression."

Since the wedding was about to begin, the bride and groom had gone to make final preparations, and there were few guests left to arrive. Therefore, the task of greeting the guests was left to these two, the best man and bridesmaid.

"Say... are you angry?" Since no one was passing by at the moment, Jue-ge simply leaned against the wall, turned his head, and started chatting with Ruo Yu.

"No," Ruo Yu said, but her expression didn't change.

"Then why are you making such a scary face?" Jue-ge continued.

"Hiss—" Ruo Yu immediately sniffled and replied with one word, "Cold..."

This answer was very convincing, and Feng Bujue also slapped himself on the forehead, thinking, *How could I not have thought of that?*

"How about... I give you a hug?" Jue-ge thought for a moment and asked.

"Huh?" Ruo Yu glanced at him, her eyes seeming to say—"Out of nowhere."

"I really want to lend you my coat, but the ceremony could start at any moment, and I need to be prepared, right?" Feng Bujue immediately explained.

"When you go to a wedding, have you ever seen the best man and bridesmaid standing at the door hugging and greeting guests?" Ruo Yu retorted.

"That's true, I haven't," Feng Bujue said. "But I know that best men and bridesmaids often sneak off to a secluded place before the wedding ends..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a strong arm suddenly hooked around his shoulder.

The man who suddenly appeared behind Jue-ge looked to be in his twenties, with long black hair; at least before he spoke, he exuded the aura of a mysterious and handsome man with long hair.

"Little brat... what do you want to do with my lovely granddaughter in a secluded place?" Shui Yun Gu stared into Jue-ge's eyes at an almost uncomfortably close distance, asking him this question with a murderous tone and a kind smile.

"Uh..." Feng Bujue's flirtatious words were cut short by an elder, which was a bit embarrassing. "Grand... Grandpa, why did you come out?"

"Who's your grandpa?" Shui Yun Gu's personality hadn't changed much since he was a teenager. He wasn't as calm as Cat Lord. Saying he was like a mischievous kid would be more accurate. "Are you even family?"

"Well..." Jue-ge said, "But it doesn't seem very respectful for me to call you by your name."

"Hehe... you can call me by my title," Shui Yun Gu said.

"Then what is your title?" Feng Bujue asked.

"Easy, easy..." Shui Yun Gu's smile became even kinder. "Ten Kings of Hell, I'm Yama King..."

He wasn't just making things up. Since he was fifteen, Shui Yun Gu had been one of the "Ten Kings of Hell" in the Ghost Hunter world. His spiritual ability nickname was "Beneath the Gods," and he was the current heir and user of the "Original Water Divine Sword" in the real world. As for his current strength... Gu Chen had mentioned that he was one of the ten strongest spiritual ability users in the world.

"Uh... Yama... Grandpa..." Jue-ge felt a lot of pressure. Even he couldn't help but speak incoherently at this moment. "I think you misunderstood me. I was just kidding..."

"Alright, you don't need to explain," Shui Yun Gu said, raising his other hand. "Today, you're going to take my Palm of the Tathagata..."

Before he could finish his sentence, someone interrupted him...

"Ru what airplane..."

"Lai what thingamajig..."

"Shen your head..."

"Palm ah!"

Interrupting him were two people, one was Gu Chen, and the other was Xiao Tan's grandfather, who looked even younger than Xiao Tan himself.

The two of them chimed in, grabbing Shui Yun Gu from behind, one on each side, and pulling him away as they spoke.

"What are you doing! Let go of me! I don't care! I'm going to slap him to death!"

Just like that, Lord Yama King was dragged back into the church, crying and shouting like a child.

With the elders of the family acting so inappropriately, Ruo Yu could only shake her head and roll her eyes, looking speechless.

"You ancestors who cultivate immortality claim to be exterminating demons and defending the Dao, safeguarding human peace... but from what I see... you all seem like ruthless killers," Feng Bujue said, squinting at the departing three. Only after they had gone far away did he speak in a complaining tone.

"It's okay, they know their limits, they're basically just talking..." Ruo Yu replied. "Besides, look at my dad, he's still alive, isn't he?"

"So my father-in-law barely escaped with his life back then?" Jue-ge exclaimed in surprise.

"Ah... he did indeed barely escape..." Ruo Yu pouted at this point. "What father-in-law? Have we reached that stage yet?"

"That's true..." Feng Bujue nodded. "I guess we haven't..." He paused for half a second and then said, "Then how about you take a few more steps with me?"

"How are we going to walk?" Ruo Yu's complaining skills were also not weak. "Sneaking off to a secluded place with you, right?"

"Hmm... are young people these days so uninhibited?" Suddenly, a slightly aged voice interrupted their conversation.

Feng and Li were caught up in the moment, only caring about flirting, and forgot their purpose in standing there. When they heard the voice and turned around, they realized that an old man with white hair was standing in front of them.

The old gentleman who teased them was a foreigner, with the typical appearance of a German, but his Chinese was very fluent, without any accent at all.

"Ah, sorry, I didn't see you just now." Feng Bujue's skin was thick after all. After being overheard, Ruo Yu's face had already turned red and she lowered her head, but Jue-ge still stepped forward and said to the old man without changing his expression, "Hello, thank you for coming from afar, please come this way..."

"Mmm, mmm." The old man smiled upon hearing this and reached out to put his hand on Feng Bujue's shoulder. "Young man... you're Feng Bujue, right?"

"Oh? You know me?" Feng Bujue responded.

"Old Wang and Old Gu have mentioned you," the old man said. His Mandarin was indeed authentic, just like how old Chinese people spoke. "Hehe... not bad, not bad, young and promising." He lightly patted Feng Bujue's shoulder a few times. "It's just... your shamelessness is still a bit lacking compared to when Old Wang and Old Gu were young. You won't be able to win over a girl like this... you need to work harder."

The old man earnestly finished speaking into Jue-ge's ear and then walked into the church, leaving a dumbfounded Jue-ge standing there, thinking to himself, *I actually lost in terms of thick skin? What kind of people were those two back then? Did they even have any shame? Were they even human?*