Chapter 266

"You... you what are you saying? What fee, I don't understand at all" As the woman stepped closer, I got goosebumps all over; this strong perfume smell is almost enough to kill the mosquitoes in the air.

"Yo, handsome guy, you can't do that, we were chatting just fine on the phone earlier, weren't we?" The woman gave me another heavy flirtatious glance.

People often say flirtatious glances are like silk, but in tonight's situation I'd rather describe it as a flirtatious glance spitting silk—though I'm not a spider, I can spit blood, but spitting silk is hardly possible.

While I was feeling numb all over from disgust at this woman, Pangzi's voice came from behind.

"Is it Li Li? Come in if you've arrived."

When Pangzi's words came, I and the old woman at the door both had a moment of bewilderment. After the bewilderment, the old woman shoved me aside, walked into Chan Yi Hall, and went to flatter Pangzi instead.

I, however, stood at the doorway like a block of wood, blown by the winter's cold wind, feeling desolate. I involuntarily pictured Pangzi and that old woman getting it on; this already chilly winter made me feel even colder.

"Come on, come on, take off your clothes!" Pangzi's voice came again as I trembled all over.

I... am I really that explosive? At least consider others' feelings. I almost didn't think, immediately turned around, rushed to Pangzi, grabbed his shoulder and said: "Pangzi, you don't need to be that desperate, no matter how desperate you are, you should also consider QingSongShu's feelings! Even if you don't think about QingSongShu's feelings, you should think about mine too, right? You remember you and that old woman..."

Before I could finish, Pangzi cut me off: "Hey hey hey, what are you thinking, I told him to take off Han Duo's clothes."

I was stunned, turned around and saw that the old woman was indeed preparing to take off Han Duo's clothes. Thinking of that, my scalp went even more numb.

"Pangzi, I never thought you were this kind of person; Han Duo is unconscious now, how can you take advantage of her?" My scalp tingled, I grabbed Pangzi and shook him nonstop.

"Get lost..." was my greeting—a heavy flying kick from Pangzi, who rolled his eyes and said: "Pangye, am I really that kind of person? Besides, even if I were, there's no need to spend money to hire someone to take off clothes, you should think about that."

Pangzi saying that made me suddenly realize—indeed, taking off a woman's clothes is really simple; there's no need to specially hire a woman to do it.

At that moment, Pangzi turned and walked toward a side room of Chan Yi Hall; I remembered that side room used to be Pangzi's bathroom, which had a large bathtub. About twenty minutes later, a strong herbal scent came from the room.

Pangzi rolled up his sleeves, ran out, dashed onto Han Duo's bed, then turned to me and said: "Come, help me lift Han Duo in."

Han Duo's body felt a bit heavy, the sensation in my hands was very solid; I had previously estimated her at about ninety jin, but now... I feel I need to re-estimate.

As Pangzi and I carried Han Duo into the room, I then noticed the bathtub was already filled with water, with granules floating on the surface; moreover, the water was yellowish, like filth from a cesspool.

"Pangzi, what is this?" I asked curiously after setting Han Duo on the ground.

Pangzi wiped his sweat and casually replied: "Nothing much, it's a soup prepared according to a prescription, used to dispel cold and capture kidney qi. It contains cow bezoar and sheep dung pellets, so it's a bit smelly."

Cow bezoar... sheep dung pellets—this truly lives up to its name as a dung soup.

"You... you're going to throw Han Duo in?" I felt like my head was splitting, my speech stuttering. Damn, if we toss Han Duo in here to soak, will she let us off the hook tomorrow?

"In this situation, we can't worry about that much." Although the cold poison has been dispelled, cold nature still lingers in her body; if we don't promptly warm her heart and dispel the cold, she may later suffer menstrual irregularities and a cold uterus... Pangzi ticked off on his fingers, rattling off a bunch of academic terms I didn't understand. I covered my ears in fright and stammered: "Don't give me all that useless stuff, just tell me what to do next."

To ensure Han Duo doesn't suffer aftereffects, in short, she's definitely going to soak in this dung channel. However, the tub is too high; after the old woman removes Han Duo's clothes, how to get her down in remains a problem.

Left with no choice, Pangzi and I came up with a plan: we brought over the table from the main hall that QingSongShu uses for taking pulses, then lifted Han Duo onto it. After the heavily made-up old woman removes Han Duo's clothes, we can simply shove her straight into the dung soup.

Pangzi and I came out, sat in the hall waiting about ten minutes; the old woman also came out. Pangzi handed her a few bills, she beamed with joy, saying next time there's such a good thing, have our Lord Wang find her promptly. As she left, she turned and blew us a flirtatious kiss.

"Don't look at me, I don't want to either—think about it, in the middle of the night, where am I supposed to find a woman to take off Han Duo's clothes?" After the old woman left for a long while, Pangzi finally couldn't withstand my piercing, righteous gaze.

"Even if you were to look, there's no need to seek someone so awkward. Do you know, one of her flirtatious glances could shave ten years off my life."

"Uh..." Pangzi scratched his head, muttering softly: "You think I wanted that? On the phone, she clearly said she was a blossom of the Southern Kingdom. I liked her voice, so I picked her."

"A blossom of the Southern Kingdom... I'm still the golden phoenix of Ma Lan Shan. Before, I thought Pangzi's eyes weren't great, but I didn't expect his hearing to be seriously off as well."

…………I am the cute dividing line…………

After the old woman stripped Han Duo and tossed her clothes into the tub, the side room door stayed shut; neither Pangzi nor I dared to open it. The rescued child, though her face was still pallid, breathed steadily and slept peacefully; the effect of the drug apparently needs some time to wear off.

Not long after, Pangzi called QingSongShu to inform him of everything, then went back to his room to sleep. Pangzi is forever an optimist—treating a collapsed sky as a blanket, never knowing worry or doubt. After he finished speaking, I prepared to ask QingSongShu some things over the phone, but my hand speed was nowhere near as fast as Pangzi hanging up.

In the huge living room, only I remained sitting, my mind in a jumble; I couldn't sleep, so I just lay slumped on the table.

Until after 6 a. m., Lord Yang Seven came out of his room, and I finally lifted my head. Looking at Lord Yang Seven, I was startled: though his face had no dark circles, his eyes were filled with bloodshot veins.

This only made me feel stranger—cultivators' minds are usually as steady as ordinary people's. What could have made Lord Yang Seven agonize and meditate all night? His brain was congested, his eyes bloodshot.

After coming out, Lord Yang Seven anxiously cornered me, asking whether QingSongShu had returned.

I shook my head, said no. Then Lord Yang Seven left with a stern face; as he was leaving, he turned back and gave me a repeated warning.

"Hai Sheng, remember, everything waits until your father returns before we speak; you, Xiaoqiang, and that young lady must not continue investigating—remember that!"

Lord Yang Seven's words made me more doubtful, but I answered him without showing any emotion. I pondered all night, searched through many books in the cabinet, yet found not a single clue.

Who on earth would kill so many children to take their brain marrow, and every one of them born at the ten-ling hour?

Furthermore, why is Lord Yang Seven's face so grave? His solemnity resembles the expression he had when first mentioning that insect master.

Just as I was thinking, Han Duo suddenly let out a piercing scream from the room, reaching eighty decibels—enough to puncture a person's eyeball membrane.

It's not surprising she'd scream upon waking; I didn't expect otherwise. Any normal person, upon waking to find themselves soaked in a vat of sticky yellow liquid—especially such an ugly yellow liquid—would react like a lunatic.

"You're awake, right? If you are, get dressed and come out—that broth is to dispel cold and boost your qi, don't be afraid." I knocked on the door and comforted Han Duo.

Then I sat back down, and my mind inexplicably turned to an irrelevant question: "What should I have for breakfast today—rice noodle rolls, or Tianjin goubuli buns, or perhaps Tujia fragrant sauce cakes?"

All I can say is, spending too much time with Pangzi is gradually turning me into a foodie.

Just as I stretched a yawn and rubbed my sore eyes, the side room door burst open with a bang—no doubt, it really flew open, the whole door panel flung outward.

Whoosh—Han Duo's fiery, angry red figure appeared before me. I'm no fool; seeing this, I know this young lady is seething, explanations are pointless, the only option is to flee. After escaping this ordeal, I'll come back and plan.

However, I'm fast, but Han Duo's whip is faster; just as I turned and stepped toward the door to flee, her whip lashed like a shadow, snapping around my waist with a crack. Then my mind held only four words: the world spinning.

My whole body spun like a top; after a while, when I finally planted my feet, I immediately collapsed to the ground, Han Duo's whip now like a rope, hog-tying my entire body.

"Speak, who came up with this devilish idea to toss Grandpa into a pool of excrement soup? And whose clothes are these? If you don't clarify, you'll end up as mincemeat in a pork dumpling." Han Duo's complexion could no longer be described as pallid; at her current level, she no longer needs to painstakingly wield talisman peach wood swords to catch ghosts—the three flames on her shoulders and head can already shake ghosts to death.

"You... you first listen to me, the clothes, the clothes are Pangzi's..."

As soon as I uttered "Pangzi," another room in Chan Yi Hall opened; Lord Wang Pang rubbed his sleepy eyes, stretched a big yawn, and while hiccuping, muttered to himself: "A new day begins, what should I have for breakfast—noodle soup, goubuli buns, or perhaps Tujia cakes?... Hey, Hai Sheng, what are you doing with Miss Han? Playing with a whip? Want to add candle wax drips, or light a sky lantern?"

Pangzi snapped to attention, immediately rubbed his hands and gave a lecherous grin.

And at that moment, Han Duo's complexion had shifted from a faint blue to a flushed red...