Chapter 205: with translation of chapter title: 205

205 "It's not a bump, I hit him."

Xiang Yichu analyzed: "Since they're testing your strength, it proves they have no confidence, so......"

Tushan Jiu smiled and took over: "Tonight won't be too peaceful, so the hotel's safety is now your problem."

Wang Dongqing was the first to pat his chest: "Don't worry, with me here, nothing will happen!"

Tushan Jiu glanced at his slightly darkened Yintang, then said to Maomao: "Maomao, keep an eye on him, don't get too worked up; he's headed for a blood disaster today."

Maomao looked at Wang Dongqing's Yintang, then slowly nodded and patted his own chest, saying: "Don't worry, with me here, nothing will happen!"

Wang Dongqing: "......" Are you a parrot?

Tushan Jiu really found Maomao cute and burst out laughing.

Suddenly, the hand resting on her leg was grasped by a large hand.

She turned her head to look at Xie Shiyu, then blinked at him, tilted her head and whispered: "Don't worry, with me here, nothing will happen!"

Xie Shiyu gave a helpless smile.

To be honest, Xiang Yichu and the others coming really saved Tushan Jiu a lot of trouble.

Otherwise she'd have to split her energy to arrange protection for those other innocent people.

Now she just needs to focus on waiting for the enemy to come to her; she has no worries behind her.

She couldn't help thinking this is what Second Master meant about the importance of teammates.

Even if one person is incredibly strong, they're still alone.

After eating, they all returned to the hotel.

Tushan Jiu and Xie Shiyu went back to the top floor together.

Not long after entering the room, the crystal chandelier inside began to flicker nonstop.

Tushan Jiu sensed the yin sha qi, furrowed her brows, and said: "Come out, He Qian. Is this your first time as a vicious ghost with no experience? You're scaring little kids there?"

He Qian's figure appeared; at this moment he looked nothing like his two appearances before death.

His face was covered in red-black patterns, his lips were a poisonous purplish-black, and his eyes were blood-red.

Tushan Jiu: "???"

She wore a look of confusion: "This definitely isn't a zombie, but a vicious ghost?"

Just as she was puzzling over it, He Qian seized the moment, flashing in a second behind Tushan Jiu, his fingers turned into claws, and lunged for her heart.

Xie Shiyu instinctively wanted to call out a warning, but Tushan Jiu also vanished from before him.

Likewise she appeared behind He Qian in a second, but the difference was that a ghost-head knife had appeared in her hand at some point and now lay on his skull.

One slash, and He Qian turned to ash in an instant, even the yin sha qi he brought completely vanished.

But Tushan Jiu still couldn't figure it out.

That's it?

She had actually guessed that the opponent would at least release a thousand-year-level vicious ghost today.

But right now, He Qian's strength is less than half that of the evil spirit master at the orphanage.

Why would they go all the way to Yun Shi just to get He Qian, who has a grudge against her?

Wouldn't it be easier to just grab a random wild ghost and raise it?

Xie Shiyu also frowned, his intuition telling him there was something unexpected behind this.

As for what this unexpected thing is, or who it is, they still don't know.

Xiang Yichu and the three had been ready, but when Tushan Jiu posted in the group that it was over, the three were genuinely bewildered.

They also didn't sense any powerful figure arriving.

Wang Dongqing even boldly guessed: maybe the medium was feinting, waiting to strike when they're off guard at night.

But Tushan Jiu said to let them go back and rest normally tonight; the opponent probably won't send anyone else.

Since Tushan Jiu said so, the three naturally went back to their rooms to sleep.

The next morning, as everyone ate breakfast together, Wang Dongqing had a band-aid on his forehead.

Tushan Jiu glanced at him: "Last night's blood omen?"

Wang Dongqing glanced at Maomao, then nodded: "It's fine, just a scraped skin."

But Maomao beside him calmly said: "It's not a bump, I hit him."

Upon hearing that, Xiang Yichu, who was quietly and elegantly eating breakfast, looked up at Maomao: "When did that happen? Weren't you fine when you went back to your room last night?"

Maomao took a bite of fried egg, then began to explain truthfully: "He's mouthy; at midnight he came to borrow my razor."

Tushan Jiu thought she misheard: "What did he ask to borrow from you?"

Maomao repeated: "A razor."

Everyone looked at Wang Dongqing as if he were an idiot.

The hotel has one; why does he need to borrow from someone?

And even if he borrows, why ask Maomao, a girl, for it?

Tushan Jiu, not understanding, asked: "What's the reason?"

Wang Dongqing wanted to cover Maomao's mouth, but Maomao's sideways glance 'froze' him.

Maomao said: "He told me, because my name is Maomao, I must definitely carry a razor."

In the restaurant, it was eerily quiet.

After a while.

Tushan Jiu laughed until tears came out, and Xie Shiyu gently patted her back.

Even Xiang Yichu struggled to suppress the corners of his mouth.

Wang Dongqing's mouth really isn't just ordinaryly insolent.

Getting beaten up is totally deserved.

Early in the morning, a cold joke enlivened the atmosphere.

But on the other side, inside the hotel where Su Yuan was, it was already another scene.

The room was littered with broken bowls and plates, all because after Su Mu'an finished speaking, last night He Qian was taken down by Tushan Jiu, and then Su Yuan directly flipped the table.

Su Mu'an seemed already accustomed to it; when he arrived he didn't even sit down, so he wasn't left in a sorry state as before.

Su Yuan asked Su Mu'an, "How are Tushan Jiu and the others hurt? Are they seriously injured, or dead or not?"

Su Mu'an lowered his eyes, nodded, and said, "Tushan Jiu expended fifty percent of his cultivation; as for the others, they only suffered minor injuries."

Hearing that, Su Yuan frowned, thoroughly dissatisfied with the result.

Su Mu'an then spoke again: "Actually this is good; otherwise, if someone were truly seriously injured, Tushan Jiu would probably not go after the Liu Clan for a while, and it would also let them let down their guard, thinking our strength is inferior to theirs, so we can deliver a fatal final blow."

Su Yuan looked at Su Mu'an, his expression full of relief: "Little An, you've finally figured it out— in this world, the indecisive are weak, and you were born to bring glory to our ancestors; don't be like your father, a good-for-nothing!"

Su Mu'an's hand curled up a little, but then he quickly relaxed it.

He nodded and said, "I know, Grandfather, I will certainly not be like my father......"

I will personally send you, this demon, to the office!