Chapter 72: Possessed by the God of Plague

Yan Yichen couldn’t help but swallow, his Adam’s apple moving with difficulty.

Meng Yier turned her back to him, eyes closed, her voice trembling slightly from nervousness. “Hurry up and change, and leave when you’re done—”

Yan Yichen paused for a moment, gazing at the girl’s reddening ears, then let out a soft laugh.

Meng Yier dared not open her eyes, listening to the rustling sounds of him changing clothes. “What are you laughing at?” she asked.

“Nothing—” Yan Yichen’s dark eyes glimmered with amusement, the corners of his handsome lips curving up as he quickly finished changing. He stood before her, smiling at Meng Yier, who was still so scared she kept her eyes tightly shut.

“I’m done. Your turn—” he said, then turned and left the changing room, pulling out his phone to make a call.

Meng Yier only dared open her eyes once she was sure he had left. She quickly changed clothes and stepped out of the changing room as well.

When they saw each other’s outfits, they burst into laughter at the same time.

What was this?

Elderly couple’s attire?

The plump woman saw the two of them and nodded in satisfaction, her smile growing deeper.

She gave a signal, then peeked out the door for a while. After making sure no one was nearby, she approached the two with a warm smile.

“Children, now that no one’s outside, hurry up and leave while you can.”

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The two left the store and headed to the place Yan Yichen had arranged on the phone.

The surrounding streets were all pedestrian walkways, and the meeting place was still quite far away. They hurried along, careful not to run into those crazed fans again.

But they had barely gone far when they ran headlong into another group of fans.

Meng Yier inwardly groaned, but outwardly tried to stay calm. “It’s fine. They won’t recognize you this time.”

After all, Yan Yichen was now dressed in a grandpa’s short jacket, with a wide-brimmed hat on his head. If one ignored his tall, upright posture, he looked just like an old man.

“Yan Yichen—”

Meng Yier, still calculating in her mind, was startled by the sudden shout and broke out in cold sweat.

Yan Yichen hesitated slightly, looking at Meng Yier beside him. Their eyes met, and with a sense of luck, they continued calmly forward.

“Yan Yichen, isn’t that Yan Yichen? He’s right here!” A girl suddenly sprang out from the crowd, pointing excitedly in their direction.

Oh my god!

What kind of day was this?

Yan Yichen now deeply regretted not checking the calendar before going out.

He had already sacrificed his image, dressing like this, yet he was still recognized.

“What do we do?” Meng Yier’s voice was almost tearful as she looked helplessly at the still-calm Yan Yichen. In her heart, she swore never to step out with this harbinger of misfortune again.

That’s right, he was absolutely plagued by bad luck.

Every time she encountered him outside, it was always disaster.

“This way—” Yan Yichen grabbed Meng Yier’s hand, turned without a word, and ran in the opposite direction.

Some of the fans hadn’t recognized Yan Yichen yet, but seeing the two suddenly bolt, they paused in confusion. Only then did they realize the tall man in the odd outfit was indeed Yan Yichen, and they all took off in pursuit.

Yan Yichen gripped Meng Yier’s hand tightly, weaving through the streets in an effort to lose them, but the roads seemed endless, and those wild fans were impossible to shake off.

They ran for ages. Just as Meng Yier was on the verge of exhaustion and about to give up, Yan Yichen spotted a rock garden inside the left fence of a hotel, and, luckily, there was a narrow passage within.