My wife is a passerby villain

[Are you sure you want to delete the contact?]

Yin Hang looked at this interface and was stunned for a long time.

I have reached this point where I have committed suicide, so deleting it is the best option.

After all, I am traveling through a world where spiritual energy has been revived, and I must have the ability to protect myself or run away in the future.

Although it seems that my physical condition is ridiculously weak at the moment, it is not hopeless.

And the so-called falling in love is too science fiction for me.

It would be nice if you and An Tong were ordinary friends.

At least there is still... the possibility of pursuing her?

"get off!"

After hearing the sudden sound in his ears, Yin Hang raised his head in confusion.

A boy who looked seventeen or eighteen years old wearing a leather jacket was looking at him with an unhappy expression.

"Ah?" Yin Hang's attention was on his mobile phone just now, and he didn't hear clearly what the other party was saying.

"The car broke down, get out of the car quickly."

"What's your attitude?" Yin Hang put the phone back into his pocket, stood up and stared at the other person.

"I'm sorry, the vehicle is broken down. We need to carry out vehicle maintenance. It's convenient for you to get out of the car and wait for a while." The middle-aged driver who was driving at a slow speed hurried over to explain.

car broke down?

Yin Hang looked out the window and saw that the car was indeed parked on the side of the road.

There was another person sitting not far away in the car. He looked like a young man in his twenties. He was wearing a white vest and looked like a college student. He seemed to have no intention of moving.

Yin Hang didn't bother to argue. After getting off the car, the young man cursed unhappily behind him. "What's wrong with such a slow car?"

"Don't talk too much." After the middle-aged driver closed the door, he took out a small plastic bag from his pocket. After tearing it open, he began to dump some black particles in the car, and among them, Yin Hang's position was where most of the particles were scattered.

The young man in a white vest came over, looked at Yin Hang's leaving figure, and asked the middle-aged driver: "Do you need to take care of me?"

"Whatever, I can't even feel the tiniest first element." The boy in the leather jacket said nonchalantly.

The young man didn't reply and continued to ask the middle-aged driver: "Have you confirmed the mission?"

"Well, as long as the names of the three secret files are found, it will be a legacy of more than two hundred years."

"Okay!" After hearing this, the young man grabbed his hand and thousands of purple silk threads spread out from his fingertips, stabbing towards the black particles scattered on the car like tentacles.

After the black particles the size of soybeans broke apart, the purple data network slowly spread out and reorganized in the air, forming a human-shaped shadow that was repeatedly broken and repaired.

Several of the shadows seem to be consciously intertwined, as chaotic and disorderly as if they were passing through a mold.

The young man looked at the empty seats in front of him, frowned and said, "Where is the shadow of the student just now?"

"Huh?" The young man glanced at the seat just now and said doubtfully: "I guess he didn't stay there long and didn't leave much breath, right?"

"Are you kidding me?" the young man glared, "I stopped four cars before you could pick up a student from our school. Are you telling me that you can't intercept his information?"

"Are you talking about me?" The young man in the leather jacket said unhappily: "You want me to expand the data directly in the school. Do you have to find someone outside the school?"

"No," the middle-aged driver turned on the ignition and started the vehicle: "Here, the school is a special area, and it must be strictly guarded. If we use spiritual energy directly in the school, we will definitely be discovered. The district will be responsible then.

People must dig us out by our roots before we can answer to the higher authorities."

After hearing this, the young man couldn't help but sneered: "A country that even hides its name is quite pretentious in this regard."

"Oh, then do you dare to sing an element in English here?" The young man looked at him askance: "Maybe I will help you."

"Shut up and work." The driver stepped on the accelerator and let the vehicle drive slowly.

"Tch," the young man was too lazy to pay attention to the white vest and turned around and asked, "What's the name of the school?"

"Don't ask, I will give you the coordinates. At the same time, the car will keep moving. Once noticed, evacuate immediately." The driver said, staring at the road ahead.

"What if we are discovered by those people wearing windbreakers in summer? Who will be the queen?" The young man controlled the shadow and asked.

"If the Work Safety Bureau reports it, we can still run away. If they find it themselves... we won't even have a chance to solve it on our own." After the middle-aged driver finished speaking, he stepped on the brakes, turned around and faced the boy in the leather jacket.

Said: "The coordinates have been sent to you, take action."

"Arrived so soon?" The young man was a little confused. He just turned a corner, right?

"I can't help it. That kid has been sitting in the car for too long. If we wait any longer, we will arrive at the stop." After the middle-aged driver finished speaking, he put his foot on the accelerator and opened the back door at the same time.

The young man put on his headphones, held them down with his hands, and walked out first. The shadows behind him were like fragments in space, pouring towards the school in pieces.

However, on the street, no one noticed what happened.

The young man covered his headset and stood in the shade and said: "The main thing is to check the empty seats, record all the names first, and then screen."

Not long after, the confused voice of a young man came from his earphones.

"Empty seats...why are they all empty?"

…

Yin Hang took out eight yuan and gave it to the taxi driver.

This was the starting price. He never expected that the bus stopped not far from the school, but he didn't know the route here.

I took a taxi, but the driver didn't even step on the accelerator and just released the clutch.

What's even more speechless is that the bus that was said to be repaired was already parked at a bus stop not far away.

Yin Hang wondered for a moment whether he had been tricked.

But he was in no mood to argue now.

However, when he was about to enter the school gate, he found several students walking out carrying schoolbags.

on vacation?

That's right, today is Saturday, and yesterday was supposed to be a day off.

If I had known I wouldn't come to school, I might as well have slept a little longer.

Yin Hang rubbed his face, but since it was coming, he had better take away his schoolbag first.

When he entered the school, he found a familiar little girl sitting on a small suitcase near the Flag-raising Square not far away, holding a stack of heavy document bags.

The little head kept looking around in the direction of the teaching building.

Yu Yu seemed to notice someone looking at her. When she turned around and saw Yin Hang, she jumped up and then kept jumping around, trying to attract Yin Hang's attention.

"Senior here, senior here!"

Before Yin Hang could come over, she swam over like a small fish.

"Senior, this is the contract information for the joint training class. I sent it to you!" Yuyu said halfway when he realized that his voice was too loud, so he whispered: "I forgot to ask for the senior's contact information yesterday, so I had to come here.

Wait, but why did you come in from outside the school, senior?"

"I'm a day student." Yin Hang said absentmindedly.

"Oh... eh?" Yuyu still felt something was wrong.

However, Yuyu happily handed it over, but after noticing Yin Hang's expression, he asked with some concern: "Senior...do you regret it?"

"Ah?" Yin Hang was a little distracted, then shook his head and said, "No."

"Then how do you feel? Senior...you look very uncomfortable."

"Is there any?" Yin Hang looked down at the pile of information he was holding in his arms. He also found that he seemed a little unhappy.

This is what I have been pursuing since time travel.

But now, why...do I feel so lost?