Every Day the Protagonist Wants to Capture Me [ BL ]

Chapter 40 - He is My Son

Due to Xie Xi’s nasty behavior, Chu Yu felt that it was still necessary for him to establish the dignity of a shixiong and so, with a cold expression on his face, he kicked him out the door.

He had taken care of that small problem but there was still a big problem remaining.

Chu Yu thought hard over how he could keep up the lie ——

Xie Xi was easy to fool and he was even helping him patch up the holes in the lie. The brocon was also easy to fool, but it wouldn’t be easy to keep up the lie…

It was entirely too easy to imagine just how agitated Chu Sheng’s state of mind would become once he heard that their father could be resurrected. He’d immediately begin preparations to send his men to search high and low for any clues. He absolutely would be unable to trust the protagonist…

However, it didn’t seem too bad of a plan to just not tell Chu Sheng that this ability belonged solely to the protagonist and let it seem as if he had the idea himself.

Chu Yu then cheerfully meditated and waited for Chu Sheng to come back.

The night gradually deepened, the stars were spread sporadically in the sky. It was already late autumn and the tree leaves had withered away. Before long, snow would fall in Qing Tu.

Chu Yu shivered for no reason and opened his eyes to look passively at the color of the sky.

Several hours had passed and it was already 11 at night. Why wasn’t Chu Sheng back yet?

Chu Sheng had always been punctual and returned at 9 on the dot, not a moment earlier or later. After arriving, the first thing he’d do would be to come and have a long, heartfelt talk with him while they sat knee to knee. It would be midnight usually before he’d be willing to leave. It couldn’t be that he was no longer willing to have a heart-to-heart chat with him now that he had found out his little brother was bent, right?

Hesitating for a moment, an uneasy thought suddenly flitted across Chu Yu’s mind. He abruptly stood up, pushed open the door and left.

After circling around the entire Chu family camp, he found that, as he had expected, Chu Sheng hadn’t returned yet. Chu Yu pondered: Could it be that those old farts had let their emotions take them over again while discussing official business and therefore caused a delay so that they were still discussing a countermeasure for the great war between demonic and righteous cultivators even now?

Although it was a possibility, Chu Yu still couldn’t help give a few subordinates some instructions before grabbing Xun Sheng and leaving the camp.

At night, other than the cultivators of the Immortal Alliance who were patrolling the grounds in small groups, the rest of the cultivators all stayed in their own areas. They all were meditating and cultivating so that they could strive to kill some more demonic cultivators tomorrow or even tonight.

After wandering around the Jiao Xia camp in the dark, he wasn’t able to find anything particularly conspicuous. Chu Yu thought about it for a moment and then changed direction, heading towards Qing Tu’s main discussion hall located in the center of the city.

The distant streets were a field of black where nothing could be seen clearly. It was as if there was a malicious spirit or evil god coiling around hidden somewhere, quietly lying in wait for some young person to be delivered to their door. Chu Yu slowly walked towards them, with the uneasiness in his heart getting stronger and stronger. His hand subconsciously gripping Xun Sheng’s hilt. He pursed his lips and adopted a cautious attitude.

All the surroundings were quiet except for gusts of wind from the west that made whimpering noises that sounded like sobbing. Chu Yu felt his hair stand up on their ends and involuntarily pulled Xun Sheng out by three inches. He had yet to enter the region shrouded by shadows when someone suddenly lightly patted his shoulder.