Chapter 213

Ling Yue's remark was wrong; not only was there a greedy dog, but also a greedy-mouthed crow.

Compared to the proper police dog Big Black, the crow's recent hobbies are much trendier; around its neck hangs a camera specially customized by Ling Yue—press once to start recording, press again to save the recording.

If the crow hadn't said it was just a hobby, Ling Yue would have thought it harbored great ambitions, wanting to become the world's number-one avian photographer.

This strawberry cake isn't large, decorated with four big, red fresh strawberries; Ling Yue and Jun Jun ate the cake, and the fruit on top was fairly shared between the two small animals.

They came together to the ski resort, unexpectedly seeing an acquaintance here—ah, no, a familiar dog.

On the endless expanse of white snow, three gray-furred big dogs wearing collars stood imposingly; whoever saw them couldn't help but call them handsome.

The three big dogs puffed out their chests with pride; they were not ordinary dogs, but the ski resort's star rescuers! Unlike humans, these Siberian sled dogs—what people commonly call Huskies—are naturally suited to such an environment.

After all, their homeland is covered in ice and snow year-round.

The dogs shook their long fur, their clear, gem-like big eyes gazing downward; suddenly they seemed to have spotted something, turned their heads, and their excellent vision instantly locked onto Ling Yue's gaze.

"Miss Ling Yue!" they exclaimed, instantly recognizing Ling Yue; speaking of it, being able to work here is partly thanks to Ling Yue.

Qiqi, Guai guai, and Xiu xiu ran over in a flash; the nearby colleague was astonished, knowing that since becoming coworkers with them, these dogs have been even more diligent than humans, often standing guard below for over half an hour at a time.

The three dogs are very smart, also taking turns resting; only when there are too many tourists do all three deploy together—have they discovered something?

The colleague was thinking when one of the Huskies, WeirdWeird, lunged at Ling Yue; suddenly a whimper sounded, and Big Black looked sourly at this outside "little sprite," warning it: "Don't come over, this is my master!"

StrangeStrange, WeirdWeird, and ShyShy hit the brakes instantly; having never seen such a fierce dog, they were cowed by its aura, frozen like statues, and Ling Yue instinctively thought they'd been frightened silly.

The next moment, StrangeStrange shook its head and approached: "Hey, Big Brother!"

Its several brothers gathered around, one saying "Big Brother, you're awesome," another "Big Brother, you're great," praising Big Black to the point of embarrassment; as the saying goes, you don't strike a smiling face—so this counts as not striking a smiling dog.

Hearing its thoughts, Ling Yue burst out laughing with a puff.

Several dogs instantly sat up straight; the biggest, StrangeStrange, wagged its ears and spoke first: "Ling Yue sis~"

Ling Yue raised her brows slightly; the clear, youthful tone plus the term "sis" shows that the three simple-minded brothers, during their time working at the ski resort, have indeed learned quite a bit.

The StrangeStrange trio were especially enthusiastic, perhaps wanting to show off; even the three flames on their heads looked especially bright and spirited: "You guys also come to the ski resort to play? Come find us! We'll show you around and guarantee you have fun!"

Dogs like this are just short of directly slapping their chests to guarantee it.

Ling Yue heard this and curled her lips: "Sure."

"Then let you hosts show your hospitality, and meanwhile let me see how you're doing here."

Hearing this, the StrangeStrange, WeirdWeird, and ShyShy trio instantly perked up; the dogs exchanged a glance—this wasn't just casual play, but actually an inspection of their work status!

The dogs felt a tingling on their scalps, just like every worker dreads suddenly receiving news of the boss's inspection; although not afraid, their hearts would flutter.

The most steady ShyShy nodded its head: "Alright, let me show you the way; this is the ticket office, where you pay for tickets, and beyond lies our entire ski resort."

"It can be big, it can be big—rumor has it it's world‑renowned!" ShyShy suddenly poked its head from behind and added a line.

Ling Yue's spirits rose; its plain words sparked some interest, and she also recalled her earlier trip to Dongbei: "Sure, then I'll follow the host's lead."

The three dogs also wanted to fulfill their host duties, but the reality is that during the New Year period the ski resort is crowded with visitors, and as its star rescuers they are also a focus of attention.

Not long after strolling, they were summoned by the big boss to go down the mountain to protect visitors' safety.

The work site is on the advanced slope.

Ling Yue had no objection, looking at the staff member introducing themselves: "Heh… cough cough, I heard you have beginner and advanced courses here; can I go straight to the advanced course?"

The staff member froze, their gaze making Ling Yue feel odd; then they smiled and said: "What you said is correct, but I suggest you go to the beginner course—the advanced course is very dangerous!"

No sooner had the words left their mouth than the loudspeaker overhead blared: "Attention! Attention! This is the advanced course, not the beginner course—it's dangerous, dangers you can't imagine!"

Ling Yue knew the loudspeaker wasn't just scare talk, but she also had the ability; she glanced slightly at Jun Jun—a cultivator and a divine beast in human form—yet even the ski resort couldn't be conquered, so she might as well go home and sell roasted sweet potatoes!

The staff member was shaken by her firm attitude, repeatedly explaining and asking, but received Ling Yue's unchanged reply.

He scratched his head: "All right, you can first go to the advanced course to rest; I'll fetch your protective gear over here."

Snowboards, protective gear—don't let the cool look of skiing fool you; each year many visitors die or suffer serious injuries because of it, making it a high‑risk sport.

He sighed, unaware that to the side a well‑dressed middle‑aged couple had arrived effortlessly at the advanced course resting area; obviously they were regulars at the ski resort.

The lady wore designer brands; after just a few steps, her husband had already taken her arm, his handsome face breaking into a smile: "Honey, take it slow, rest first—I'll go get your gear in a moment."

The woman's sharp features softened a bit as she said tenderly: "Thank you, dear."

The couple's little display of affection made Ling Yue, this emotionally clueless idiot, shudder involuntarily; she glanced over and saw their poses were harmonious.

She was about to turn her head when she suddenly paused, her gaze locking onto their faces like a laser; the beautiful faces were inlaid with a pair of outstanding eyes, such that even a corpse would be compelled to leap from its coffin under that substantive stare.

Not to mention the couple themselves.

The man furrowed his brows, the woman looked puzzled; it seemed they didn't know each other?

"Miss, you're staring at us so intently—aren't you being a bit rude?"

Ling Yue paid no heed to these; she saw the woman's face shrouded in dark qi, her Yintang marked with chaotic lines, forming three chuan‑shaped wrinkles.

More importantly, her Illness Palace—located beneath the Yintang life palace, at the nasal root between the eyes—had a substantive gloomy complexion, indicating that misfortune would befall her, likely endangering her life.

Ling Yue: "Look at my damned luck!"

"Miss, what are you looking at?" the woman said, her tone involuntarily taking on a questioning edge.

Ling Yue: "Physiognomy."

She pondered a moment, then said: "Sorry, I've been staring at you all along, but I have something to tell you."

"I happen to have studied a bit of mystic arts; your Yintang is dark, so misfortune will surely strike soon—I advise you to go home and avoid this dangerous—"

"Enough!"

Upon hearing this, the woman snorted coldly: "Impossible—what could happen between me and my husband? It's the happy New Year, and you're cursing us; I see you're young, learning anything but fortune‑telling, you liar spouting nonsense!"

She expressed indignation, her outright denial even cutting off Ling Yue's deduction mid‑stream, so she didn't get to see the woman's past and future right away.

Ling Yue stared in shock as the woman flew into a rage; beside her, the husband hurriedly interjected: "Honey, you love skiing—don't waste time."

At the same time, he gave Ling Yue an apologetic smile: "Sorry, little master, we don't do fortune‑telling."

Ling Yue hadn't spoken yet when she paused, puzzled—he also bore misfortune, his Yintang turning dark.

What kind of luck is this for her?

Ling Yue furrowed her brows; in an instant, the scene before her eyes shifted from the top of the ski field to the slope below.

On the flat track, she saw a man skiing, his movements skilled as he kept his balance; he looked like an excellent athlete who often skied on advanced courses, and beside him were rows of colorful flags set up by the boss.

The man wore heavy protective gear, yet it did not hinder his light, agile movements, like a swallow on the track, racing toward the finish line.

Suddenly, his motion stalled, his expression changed drastically: "Honey!"

The gear in his hand fell off instantly, the snowboard ran over it, causing his balance to falter, and he plunged headfirst into the deep snow.

The sudden accident startled everyone; Ling Yue heard a scream from afar: "Something happened! Something happened!"

She followed the man's gaze; amid the pure white snow ahead, a blood-red plum blossom slowly unfurled. In the snow, a woman was nearly submerged in a pool of blood, her eyes tightly shut, while her scattered ski gear lay around her.

Ling Yue hastily gathered her thoughts, then came to her senses—the couple had silently drifted away from her. She touched her nose tip, and for the first time she felt the sensation of being looked down upon.

It was actually rather novel.

Instead, Yaya landed on her shoulder, chirping indignantly: "Detestable! Detestable! Yueyue, you were clearly warning them, you're amazing—your words are especially effective—how could they act like that!"

In the end, it resentfully concluded: "They will surely regret it!"

"Don't save them, Yueyue, I'm furious!"

Ling Yue: "……"

As the person involved, she wasn't in a hurry, but Yaya was seething. Ling Yue soothed her for a while, pursed her lips, then said: "Although saying that feels satisfying, I can't actually do that."

In her calculations, she saw that the other party would die because of this; from what she saw, the other party had not done anything heinous, but instead had long been funding a girls' education foundation, saving and changing the fates of hundreds of girls.

Ling Yue: "Yaya, come close your head, I have something to tell you."

Moments later, Yaya hovered in the air above the ski field, relying on its excellent eyesight, it instantly seized the target person.

Found him—the husband of that wicked woman.

It was still indignant, not understanding why Yueyue insisted on surveilling them, when clearly they weren't good people, and just moments ago they had been arguing against Yueyue.

So loud, so loud!

Yaya let out two harsh cries, its dense black feathers glossy and extremely lustrous; a pair of majestic wings flapped lightly, and in an instant the great bird swooped low, like a small drone, speeding past above the man's head.

Moreover, it flapped its wings, hovering above the man as he attended class, its large, jet-black eyes fixed on him, then it suddenly tilted its head—

Huh, what is he doing?,,.