Chapter 254

254 Since she can move it, she can then exert it to the utmost effect.

The next day, after getting up, Tushan Jiu sat and pondered for a while, her hands not idle as she rubbed the base of her own thigh.

It seems her idea was a bit foolish.

Xie Shiyu used to only engage in minor skirmishes, but last night's version of him felt a bit strange to her.

After carefully recalling, she wondered at which moment he had become fierce.

It seemed... that after she couldn't help calling him husband, then told him to be gentler, saying she couldn't take it, he became a bit different.

Before, she rarely spoke, and he was always gentle, making her feel pleasure without fatigue—just the right amount—and she felt very comfortable.

Yesterday he prolonged things too long, and she indeed couldn't bear it, so she cried out 'mercy'.

If it's this intense, when the real battle day comes, she might very well actually cry.

Indeed, Xie Shiyu was showing her through actions that some things shouldn't be said too early.

Tushan Jiu smelled the aroma of food.

No longer thinking about that problem, she kicked off the covers, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Leaving the master bedroom, she walked around to the dining room and saw Xie Shiyu in the process of taking off his apron.

Seeing her come out, Xie Shiyu said, 'I was just about to call you for breakfast; I've made red sugar lotus seed porridge—come drink it while it's hot.'

Tushan Jiu likes Chinese-style breakfast; it's not that she dislikes Western-style—she can eat both—but she prefers Chinese, especially sweet porridge and milk-yolk buns, which she never tires of.

After living together for over a year, Xie Shiyu understands her completely.

So when Xu Airu suggested hiring a domestic worker to come to their home to take care of their lives, Xie Shiyu decisively refused.

They were newlyweds; having outsiders around was inconvenient, and a fixed housekeeping staff for cleaning was sufficient—everything else they didn't need.

When Tushan Jiu found out, she almost thought Xie Shiyu was a tapeworm in her stomach, and she still wanted to say something to him.

She hadn't expected him to have already thought of it and arranged everything.

Tushan Jiu increasingly felt she had married the right person.

After breakfast, Xie Shiyu had to go to the company; today two overseas branches needed to report quarterly work, requiring him to preside personally, and there were also two project issues to resolve.

The suit and tie Tushan Jiu picked for him, along with the accessories, were all in place.

After seeing him off, she wanted to go to the gym to practice Eight Section Brocade; just as she was about to change clothes, she received a message.

In the group chat, Lin Xiu'er said she wanted everyone to go to the office.

She frowned and asked what was going on.

Lin Xiu'er didn't hide it, directly saying that yesterday another team at the office had taken on a case, and just now all four members of that team were seriously injured and sent to the hospital.

Everyone gathered back to study the case details.

Tushan Jiu said she'd received it, then went to change into the office uniform; Maomao happened to be nearby, saying he'd drive over to pick her up, so she didn't notify the driver for pickup.

She went downstairs to wait for Maomao, because the residential compound is private and outside vehicles can't enter; going through property verification and registration would take too long.

Maomao was driving his own car today; when Tushan Jiu got in, she saw Wang Dongqing was also there, which surprised her a bit.

However, she wasn't surprised that Wang Dongqing would be there; rather, it was obvious he was present, so why was Maomao the one driving?

Maomao's family had an upstairs pipe burst a while ago, flooding her place and making it uninhabitable, so they stayed at Wang Dongqing's home—something they all knew.

However, Tushan Jiu felt the atmosphere between the two of them seemed a bit off.

Maomao seemed a bit bristly, continually glaring at Wang Dongqing.

At green lights they drove normally; at red lights they stopped and he kept staring.

And Wang Dongqing, who usually talks a lot and has a sharp tongue, was unusually silent.

Moreover, today wasn't clear and there was no sun, yet Wang Dongqing wearing big sunglasses seemed somewhat suspicious.

Tushan Jiu wondered, could it be that Wang Dongqing owed someone again? That made Maomao give him two black eyes again?

Little did she know, she was half right; the other half wasn't because Wang Dongqing owed someone and provoked Maomao.

But rather, he had slept in a daze last night, completely forgetting that Maomao was at home—she slept in the bedroom, he on the living-room sofa.

As a result, after getting up and using the toilet, muscle memory led him to the bedroom, where he hugged Maomao and slept the whole night; but in the morning, before he even opened his eyes, he was silently punched twice.

When Maomao hit him, she actually hadn't reacted yet—it was just a reflex.

Only after everything was cleaned up and she went out did she realize, belatedly, that he had held her all night, they'd shared a bed, and she felt unclean!

Then came this reaction: she flared up in anger, and whenever she had a moment she stared at Wang Dongqing to show how furious she was.

Wang Dongqing also felt helpless, insisting he really hadn't done it on purpose!

However, neither of them spoke about it, and Tushan Jiu didn't keep count, so aside from the two of them, nobody knew; when they arrived at the office, others asked Wang Dongqing why he wore sunglasses, and he said it was because he wanted to look cool.

Once everyone had gathered, Xu Jiangshan walked into the meeting room holding a thermos.

Without any extra talk, they went straight to the point.

We Nan Cheng possibly have encountered a Yin Ghost King, and moreover it's an old fellow; his cultivation is at least fifteen hundred, this is still a conservative estimate, because Zhao Yuanhu and the other four didn't even see the opponent's gender before being struck down by one move, sent flying out of the barrier and seriously injured—this shows the opponent's strength cannot be underestimated.

Upon hearing this, everyone in the meeting room furrowed their brows.

Logically, Zhao Yuanhu and the four are also veteran members of the office; although their cultivation isn't high, it isn't low either.

Being able to seriously injure all four with a single move shows the opponent is certainly more than just a Yin Ghost King.

Tushan Jiu tried to divine with her fingers, but she has no medium now and can't calculate anything useful; moreover, it's obvious the opponent's cultivation surpasses hers.

An old fellow who has lived at least fifteen hundred years, having evaded the pursuit of the Yin Officials, she/he must have a reason to remain in the Yang realm.

If that's the case, then for her this matter is actually easy to handle; whether the opponent bears a grudge or a wish, as long as she resolves their karma and lets them owe her a favor, everything will be under her control.

But if the opponent is simply doing evil, then she only has one word.

That is—slay!

Regardless of whether she/he is a one-thousand- or two-thousand-year-old ghost king, her ghost-head blade is forged from ten thousand years of ghostly power; since she can wield it, she can unleash its utmost effect.