Chapter 79 Chapter 79 Agreeing to Your Fawning and Begging

Chu Shu was stunned for a long time before she finally looked away from Xu Zangyu's dantian and said stiffly, "I'm not so useless that I need someone to carry me."

He blocked his sense of smell and quickly stepped across the blood-soaked ground.

Xu Zangyu followed closely behind, and the two were separated only when they reached the residence where Chu Shu was staying.

The dog-faced demon led him into the house, tossed him a rough brush, and said, "The Ferryman told you to wash yourself properly. What's on you? You smell so bad."

The dog demon sniffed his hair, frowned, and backed away, shoving Xu Cangyu into the room.

Xu Zangyu was also in a bad mood. He had to change his clothes four times to get rid of the damn smell. After he finished washing, the dog demon sniffed him again and again and burned incense in the room to fumigate him before it was satisfied.

"The ferryman detests foul smells, so please keep the place clean at all times."

After finishing his work, the dog demon brought out the food—a huge bowl, bigger than his head, and the most crucial thing was that the meat piled on top was actually rat meat.

"Let's eat."

Xu Cangyu jumped up and stood by with his arms crossed, saying, "You're the one who eats rats! Your whole family eats rats! Even dogs wouldn't eat this stuff."

"Who says dogs won't eat? A prisoner like you has so many demands. If it weren't for the fact that the ferryman insisted on feeding you until you were plump and healthy, I wouldn't care about you at all."

He rushed out of the room, but was stopped by the little demon. "Where are you going?"

Xu Zangyu lowered his head and suddenly smiled, "Come here, I'll tell you a secret of your leader."

"Your Lord of Salvation is actually..."

The little demon had barely stretched out its neck when it was tightly bound by the Immortal Binding Rope in Xu Cangyu's hand.

Xu Zangyu threw him into the room and sat down in front of him: "Tell me about what your Lord of the River has been doing these past few years."

"You despicable man, I know nothing."

Xu Cangyu wasn't annoyed. He drew the sword from the man's waist and gestured at his thigh, saying, "I've made up my mind. Tonight we'll have dog meat hot pot. Dog meat from someone like you who's become a spirit must be even more delicious."

The cold blade sliced ​​through his clothes, and the little demon on the ground shuddered, glaring at him resentfully: "Wait, actually, I don't know the Ferryman either."

"All I know is that the last ferryman of the Yellow Springs died at his hands. During that time, the blood on the Yellow Springs River floated layer upon layer, and it took a long time for the Yellow Springs River to clear up."

"The ferryman dislikes getting close to demons and often drinks alone. He gets drunk and then disappears for a while. When he comes back, he is covered in blood, just like today."

"In short, the Ferryman is cold-hearted, but he becomes eccentric and cruel only after drinking. I stopped you just now because I was afraid you would die at his hands, you foolish human!"

Is it an unpredictable temperament, or an inability to control inner demons?

Is this why Chu Shu didn't go back?

Xu Cangyu sheathed his sword and tossed it on the table. He then pulled a blood butterfly from under his sleeve and whispered, "Go find him."

Seeing that he was about to leave, the little demon on the ground struggled to sit up: "Let me go, or I'll call for help."

Xu Zangyu squatted down and suddenly laughed, "I had forgotten about you."

The little demon felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck and fainted.

He made his way through many twists and turns, and although he encountered a few guarding demons, he managed to evade them without any serious injury. There were no strange formations here, which saved him a lot of effort.

The Blood Butterfly seemed to understand Xu Cangyu's thoughts. Instead of choosing the proper door, it landed on the back window. After Xu Cangyu slipped in through the window, he didn't hear a sound.

Behind a row of folding, fan-shaped gauze screens, a blurry shadow was cast, seemingly resting with its head propped up. The room was filled with steam; Chu Shu was probably still taking a bath.

Xu Zangyu took a half-step forward, then pulled it back and silently moved towards the window—an unconscious action he hadn't thought of.

It automatically transported him back to the time at Chaolu Peak, where he knew that if he had suddenly barged in while Chu Shu was bathing, Chu Shu would have killed him.

Just as he climbed onto the window, Xu Cangyu belatedly realized that Chu Shu was also a man, so why should he worry about the separation of men and women?

When the time came, the little demon who was changing shifts approached the window. Xu Cangyu quickly closed the window and tiptoed out from behind the screen.

But there was no one in the bathhouse.

The room was empty, and there was no one in sight. Xu Cangyu suddenly turned around and looked at the bathtub behind him, which was covered with a layer of flower petals. Could Chu Shu have fallen into it while she was asleep?

The thought had barely formed in his mind when Xu Zangyu couldn't help but laugh at his own stupidity. How could Chu Shu, a Nascent Soul cultivator, be so stupid as to fall into the bathtub without even realizing it? Even if he did fall in, how could he possibly drown?

That's an absolute joke.

The blood butterfly circled the bath for a long time without leaving, and Xu Cangyu was certain that Chu Shu was here.

How childish! To use such tricks to fool people, is he really that stupid?

The blood butterfly landed.

Xu Zangyu saw wine jugs and cups carelessly tossed on the floor in the corner of the bath, scattered under the light gauze. Not a single drop of wine had spilled from the jugs, indicating they had been completely drunk.

Without a second thought, he jumped into the bath.

"Chu Shu".

Diving underwater, Xu Cangyu saw a corner of clothing floating in the water. He swam over and reached out to grab it, only to find that it was Chu Shu's clothes.

He burst out of the water, so angry that he threw the clothes in his hand on the ground, climbed up, and was about to stomp on them to vent his anger.

A soft laugh suddenly came from beside me.

Xu Zangyu glanced to the side and, sure enough, it was Chu Shu.

He was sitting upright at the table, drinking and pouring his own beverage, when a blood butterfly landed on him and fluttered its wings merrily, as if it were excited to find its master.

There was clearly no one here just now; Chu Shu must have used a trick.

Xu Zangyu let out a sigh of relief. He must have been out of his mind to believe that Chu Shu had drowned while taking a bath.

The crimson wine rippled slightly, reflecting a smiling face of a beautiful woman. It was a pleasing sight, but to someone already seething with anger, that smile was nothing short of a provocation.

"You went through all that trouble to come all this way just to curry favor?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Xu Cangyu followed his gaze and looked down, discovering that his clothes were almost transparent, revealing the creases of his abdominal muscles and the outline of his lower body.

An indescribable sense of embarrassment and annoyance welled up, but Xu Cangyu forcefully suppressed it, saying irritably, "They're all men, what's there to see? Don't you have any? Use a cleansing spell on me."

Chu Shu lowered her eyelids, tilted her head back and drank the wine in her glass, which eased the dryness in her throat.

Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, Xu Zangyu resignedly squeezed the water off his body, smoothed out the clothes that were clinging to his lower body, sat down opposite him, snatched the wine jar from Chu Shu's hand and took a swig. But he didn't expect the wine to be so strong. After swallowing it, his throat felt like it was being burned by a fire knife.

The effects came on quickly, and he immediately broke out in a sweat. He coughed a few times, but Chu Shu remained completely unfazed. He remembered that the wine Chu Shu used to drink was fragrant, mellow, and smooth, never this strong.

"Ahem, since you're in the room, why won't you answer when I call you?"

Chu Shu held the empty wine glass and slowly put it down. "How would I know if it's a thief or an enemy?"

Chu Shu reached for the wine jug in his hand, but Xu Cangyu refused and took a few more sips.

"Is it good?" he asked.

Delicious my foot! He was just worried that Chu Shu would go crazy if she drank too much.

"It's alright, Chu Shu. Your taste in alcohol has deteriorated quite a bit."

The remaining half jar of wine was all consumed by Xu Zangyu.

He was radiating heat; his clothes were half-dry from the steam, then soaked with sweat. His eyes were hot and swollen; he rubbed them, and even seeing Chu Shu double in front of him.

Suddenly, he felt Chu Shu's fingers land on his shoulder; they were a little cool, but felt comfortable against his burning skin. The fingers quickly moved away, and the sticky feeling on his body instantly disappeared.

Oh, so it's the Dust Removal Technique.

After the clothes dried, the damp and cool temperature disappeared, and the heat became even more intense. The redness on Xu Zangyu's face spread from his neck to his chest, and even his breath was hot.

"It's hot," he muttered.

Chu Shu: "If you can't drink it, why do you insist on drinking it?"

"I only found you because your lackey said you would go crazy and kill people when you were drunk, and I didn't want to lose my life."

After he finished speaking, Xu Zangyu was stunned. These were clearly his thoughts, so why did he suddenly say them out loud?

He looked at Chu Shu with trepidation and, sure enough, saw him staring at him with a forced smile.

That's not what I meant.

"Since you know you're going crazy, you should drink less alcohol."

Xu Zangyu: "......"

Chu Shu: "So, you're just worried about your own life, and you think I'd be crazy enough to kill you?"

Xu Zangyu: "Of course... Actually, I'm a little worried about you too."

After a long silence, Chu Shu suddenly asked again, "Why did you jump into the bath just now?"

“I thought… you were drunk and drowned. I know it’s stupid to suspect a Nascent Soul cultivator of drowning. Don’t laugh.”

"Yes, I won't laugh."

Xu Zangyu felt that he must be under the influence of alcohol, otherwise why would Chu Shu's voice sound so indulgent and pampering?

He rubbed his face to clear his head and asked coldly, "Now it's my turn to ask. Was there a Truth-Telling Pill in the wine? Did you drink it too?"

"yes."

Xu Zangyu calmed himself down and continued to ask:

When did it rain?

"While you were outside the window, preparing to steal something."

"Did you deliberately throw that dress into the bathtub as well?"

"Yes," Chu Shu answered with absolute certainty, without hesitation, as if it came from the bottom of her heart, rather than being influenced by the Truth Pill, "I want to see if you will jump down."

Xu Cangyu was furious. Noticing Chu Shu getting closer, he quickly leaned back to avoid her. "What do you want to do?"

"I think it's not impossible for me to agree to your flattery and attempts to curry favor."

Xu Zangyu jumped in fright and scrambled to the other side, but Chu Shu just put her hands on the table and seemed to have no intention of getting close to him. Only he was quite frightened.

"What nonsense about flattery and currying favor! It's clearly your clothes that are indecent."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid you'll go crazy."

With a heavy and dizzy head, Xu Zangyu collapsed into a limp mess after a short while, while Chu Shu showed no signs of drunkenness, and her face didn't even have the flush of alcohol.

Chu Shu: "Your dantian is damaged, is that why you came to me?"

Xu Zangyu: "Because of the blood pact, no one can completely heal the damage to my dantian, so... I need your help."

Chu Shu suddenly sneered: "Now you think of me? Why don't you go find me and take your Yuan Yang's lover? Or is it that even that good-for-nothing can't be cured?"

Chu Shu suddenly felt like drinking again. He reached for the wine pot but then remembered that Xu Cangyu had already emptied it. He propped himself up, but his sleeve was grabbed.

"Stop looking for more alcohol. I can't drink another drop of your awful liquor."

The drunken Xu Cangyu suddenly exerted a burst of strength, pulled him back down to sit, and then, still drunk, climbed back onto the table. "Don't you want to ask me about the marriage certificate or the blood pact? Don't you want to know why I insisted on clinging to you in the first place?"

Chu Shu suddenly grabbed Xu Zangyu's sleeve and ran to the door as if fleeing in panic.

"I already know the answer to this question, so there's no need to ask it again, and you don't need to say it again."