Chapter 155 An Sanchuan is no simple man (1/2)

The big orange cat was completely dumbfounded.

It tilted its enormous tiger head, looked at the tiny mouse in front of it that was no bigger than its own paw, and then at the stardust-like tail that was whipping around so fast it seemed to be shooting sparks. Its orange tiger eyes were filled with big question marks.

Did this little thing get an upset stomach?

Little White didn't care whether it understood or not, and unilaterally announced that the "Big Brother Protects You" inauguration ceremony was a complete success.

It stood upright, puffing out its fluffy little chest, and patted the big orange's thick shoulder blades with its front paws in a very professional manner, looking quite imposing.

Then, it turned and ran back to its little treasure trove, where it dragged out a small berry that it had treasured for a long time and that had the gentlest spiritual energy, and pushed it in front of the big orange.

"Squeak!"

Here, little brother, this is a gift from your older brother! Eat it, and you'll be with me from now on!

The orange tree lowered its head and carefully sniffed the air.

That pure spiritual energy made every pore on its body open up comfortably.

But then, a familiar, nauseating pain shot through my stomach, a warning sign that I was about to suffer a tumultuous ordeal.

"Meow..."

It let out a long, mournful cry and used its claws to push back the berry it had been dreaming of eating.

I can't eat it, I simply can't eat it.

Tiger's life is hopeless.

This steaming hot pot of spiritual energy finally came to an end with Ruan Tang slumping in her chair, groaning from overeating, Xiao Bai happily burping on the floor with her round belly, and the big orange cat shrinking in the corner, questioning its own existence.

Just as Yan Yu was about to start cleaning up, the puppet grandmother appeared like a ghost.

Her burly figure moved silently, quickly clearing the table from the grease and leaving no trace of its grease, before quietly retreating.

Ruan Tang patted her slightly bulging belly contentedly, humming happily.

This kind of life, where you're served food and don't even have to worry about washing the dishes afterward, is so decadent and blissful.

She leaned back lazily in her chair, stretched out a fair finger, and poked Yan Yu's strong arm.

"Brother, about An Sanchuan that Tao Yuming told you about this afternoon, didn't you leave some of your divine sense at Han Zhishan's house before? Did you find anything?"

Upon hearing this name, Yan Yu paused in his action of pouring water for Ruan Tang.

He handed her the warm water cup, watching her sip it slowly with her small hands, before speaking in a deep voice.

"No."

“An Sanchuan lived in a separate room in the front yard of Han Zhishan’s house. The Han family never let him into the main house.”

Yan Yu's tone was flat, but Ruan Tang knew that he had already blacklisted this person in his mind.

“Then it seems he has nothing to do with the ‘three’ on the note,” Ruan Tang analyzed, her delicate chin slightly raised. “Han Zhishan is not the person we are looking for, but this An Sanchuan is definitely up to something.”

Yan Yu nodded.

He recalled the eerie feeling of his divine consciousness being blocked by a layer of white mist on the reed field.

“I had a very bad feeling about him,” Yan Yu said succinctly. “He didn’t seem like a patient; he was more like a venomous snake.”

In the apocalypse, this type of person is the most deadly; they may seem harmless most of the time, but they can be incredibly vicious when they bite.

Ruan Tang held the water glass, her little face becoming serious.

“Since we have no leads on Han Zhishan’s side, we need to keep an eye on An Sanchuan and see if he will take the initiative to go to that person named Zhou Quan.”

She thought for a moment, then said:

"But I think the most important thing right now is to keep that idiot Yu Hao away from him."

Just thinking about Yu Hao's dimwitted behavior gave Ruan Tang a headache.

That guy's mind is probably only filled with his brother Yu and meat; he's as naive as a blank sheet of paper. In front of someone like An Sanchuan, he'd probably be sold out and still happily help the seller count the money.