Chapter 538: with translation of chapter title

"You... you what are you saying? What fee, I can't understand." As the woman stepped closer, I got goosebumps all over, that strong perfume almost killed the mosquitoes in the air.

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

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

While I was feeling nauseous and numb all over from that 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 shock. After the shock, the old woman directly pushed me aside, walked into Chan Yi Hall, and went to flatter Pangzi.

I stood at the door like a wooden post, blown by the winter's cold wind, feeling desolate. I involuntarily thought of Pangzi and that old woman's intimate scene; 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... really that explosive? At least consider others' feelings." I almost didn't think, immediately turned, 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 consider QingSongShu's feelings! Even if you don't consider QingSongShu's feelings, you should consider my feelings, right? You think of you and that old woman..."

Before I finished speaking, Pangzi cut me off: "Hey hey hey, where are you thinking? I told him to take off Han Duo's clothes."

I was stunned, turned and looked, only then seeing that the old woman really was 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 already unconscious, how can you take advantage of her?" My scalp tingled, I grabbed Pangzi and shook him nonstop.

"Get lost..." was my greeting, Pangzi gave me a heavy flying kick, Pangzi 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 don't even think."

After Pangzi said that, I suddenly realized... indeed, taking off a woman's clothes is really simple, there's no need to specially hire a woman to do it.

Then Pangzi turned and walked toward a side room of Chan Yi Hall; I remembered that side room used to be Pangzi's bathroom, inside there was a large bathtub, and after about twenty minutes, a strong herbal smell came from the room.

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

Han Duo's body was a bit heavy, feeling very solid in my hands; earlier I estimated he was about ninety jin, but now... I feel I need to re-estimate.

As Pangzi and I lifted Han Duo into the room, I then noticed the bathtub was already filled with water, with clumps of granular matter floating on the surface, and... the water was yellowish like filth from a cesspool.

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

Pangzi wiped his sweat and casually replied: "Nothing, it's just a soup prepared according to the prescription, used to dispel cold and capture kidney qi. It has 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 ready to throw Han Duo in?" I felt overwhelmed, my speech stuttering. Damn, if we toss Han Duo in here to soak, will she let us off the next day?

"】 In this situation, we can't worry about that much. Although the cold poison has been dispelled, there's still residual coldness in her body; if we don't promptly warm her heart and dispel the cold, she might later suffer menstrual disorders, fear of cold in the uterus..." Pangzi counted on his fingers, giving me a bunch of academic terms I didn't understand. I got scared, covered my ears, and stammered: "Don't give me all that useless stuff, just tell me what to do next."

To avoid leaving Han Duo with aftereffects, in short, she's definitely going to soak in this dung channel. However, the bathtub is too high; after the old woman takes off Han Duo's clothes, how to put her down 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 used for taking pulses, then lifted Han Duo onto it. Let the heavily made-up old woman take off Han Duo's clothes, then simply shove her 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 some bills, she was delighted, smiling, saying next time there's such a good thing, we must have our Lord Wang find her promptly. As she left, she turned with alluring charm and blew us a flying 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 time, Pangzi finally couldn't withstand my piercing, righteous gaze.

"Even if you were to look, there's no need to find such a difficult person. Do you know, one of her flirtatious glances could take ten years off my life."

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

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

............ I am the cute dividing line............

After the old woman took off Han Duo's clothes and threw her into the bathtub, the side room door stayed shut; neither Pangzi nor I dared to open it. The rescued child, though her face was still pale, her breathing was fairly steady, she slept quite peacefully; the effect of the drug seems to need some time to wear off.

Not long after, Pangzi called QingSongShu, told him everything, then went back to his room to sleep. Pangzi is forever an optimist, the type who would use a collapsing sky as a blanket, never understanding worry or doubt. After he finished speaking, I prepared to ask QingSongShu something on the phone, but my hand speed was far slower than Pangzi's speed to hang up.

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

Until after 6 a. m., Lord Yang Seven came out of the room, then I lifted my head. Looking at Lord Yang Seven, I was startled: although 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 cause Lord Yang Seven to agonize and meditate all night? His brain became congested, his eyes bloodshot.

After coming out, Lord Seven anxiously grabbed me and asked, asking whether QingSongShu had returned.

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

"Hai Sheng, remember, everything wait until your father returns before discussing; you, Xiaoqiang, and that young lady, must not continue investigating, remember!"

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

Who exactly is killing so many children to take their brain marrow, and each of them born at the ten-ling hour?

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

While I was pondering, Han Duo's piercing scream suddenly came from the room, reaching eighty decibels, enough to pierce a person's eardrum.

It's not unexpected that she would scream upon waking; any normal person, upon waking to find themselves soaked in a vat of sticky yellow liquid, especially such an ugly yellow liquid, would show a neurotic reaction.

"You're awake, right? If you are, get dressed and come out; that pot of soup 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 in the chair, and my mind inexplicably turned to an irrelevant question: "What should I have for breakfast today? Should it be 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 door panel flew out whole.

Whoosh, Han Duo's fiery, angry red figure appeared before me. I'm not an idiot; seeing this situation, I know this young lady is fuming, 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 escape, her whip followed like a shadow, with a snap it wrapped around my waist. Then my mind held only four words: the world spinning.

My whole body was like a top, spinning wildly; when I finally planted my feet, I immediately fell to the ground, Han Duo's whip like a rope, hogtied around my entire body.

"Speak, whose wicked idea was it to throw me into a pool of excrement soup, and whose clothes are these? If you don't make it clear, you'll end up as filling for human meat char siu dumplings." Han Duo's face could no longer be described as merely bluish; 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, clothes, clothes are Pangzi's..."

Just as I said the two words "Pangzi," another room in Chan Yi Hall opened; Lord Wang Pangye rubbed his sleepy eyes, stretched a big yawn, and while yawning, muttered to himself: "A new day begins, what should I have for breakfast? Rice noodles, Goubuli buns, or perhaps Tujia cakes?... Ah, Hai Sheng, what are you doing with Miss Han? Playing with a whip? Want to add candle wax drips? Lighting sky lanterns also works."

Pangzi came to his senses, immediately rubbed his hands and gave a lecherous smile.

At this moment, Han Duo's face had already shifted from a bluish tint to a swollen red...