Chapter 218 Bone-Corroding and Soul-Destroying Powder

The next two days were uneventful.

But the calmer the surface, the more turbulent the undercurrents.

Gu Baobao and Lu Zhanming could sense that there were more "eyes" around the hospital and the courtyard house.

It wasn't the eyes of one's own people; it was a cold gaze filled with scrutiny, probing, and a search for any cracks.

In the research room of the courtyard house, the guards' shift change time was deliberately adjusted to be more regular, and occasionally technicians would carry boxes in and out at fixed times, and the boxes seemed to be quite heavy.

The radio in the back room started playing again, but the frequency seemed to be deliberately off.

Several unfamiliar faces have appeared in the hutongs of Houhai.

One of them was a vendor who sold candied hawthorns from a shoulder pole. He always appeared around three or four in the afternoon, and his shouts were drawn out.

One was a man collecting secondhand goods, shaking a rattle-drum, but his eyes kept glancing at the tightly closed gate of the courtyard house. Another was a middle-aged man dressed in a cadre's uniform, carrying a briefcase, who seemed to work in a nearby unit; he slowed his pace every time he passed by.

These were all silently recorded by Defu's scanning system and marked as suspicious behavioral patterns. Vital signs data also showed that their heart rate and adrenaline levels fluctuated abnormally when they approached the courtyard house.

The wick and the shadow are clearly in place, patiently observing and analyzing, searching for that seemingly impossible but actually real opportunity.

The more they saw the courtyard house being loose on the outside but tight on the inside, and the more they saw the research room being heavily guarded, the more their anger burned.

There must be a treasure hidden inside that Mr. Lavoisier desperately needs to turn the tide!

It was the 25th day of the twelfth lunar month, at night.

The courtyard house finally fell completely quiet.

The patrolling guards slowed their pace, their figures blending into the darkness.

Only the study and the back room had dim lights on.

In the master bedroom, Gu Baobao and Lu Zhanming exchanged a glance and tacitly held each other's hands.

The next second, a slight dizziness came over them, and the two found themselves in a warm, spring-like villa with soft lighting.

After days of tension, I finally got a moment to breathe the instant I entered this absolutely safe and quiet place.

Gu Baobao practically collapsed into the soft sofa in the living room, letting out a long sigh of relief.

"Phew... it's still so comfortable here."

Lu Zhanming sat down beside her, reached out and pulled her into his arms, letting her lean against him.

He didn't say anything, but gently rubbed his chin against the top of her head, and patted her back lightly with his large hand, like soothing a cat with its fur standing on end.

After a while, Gu Baobao seemed to remember something, and took out the metal box containing the pale yellow powder from the space storage and waved it in front of Lu Zhanming.

"Honey, look, this is the little gadget I was talking about today."

She opened the box, revealing the fine powder inside.

"I named it 'Bone-Corroding and Soul-Stealing Powder.' 'Bone-corroding' means pain, and 'soul-stealing' means itching. A dual experience, the ultimate pleasure. Anyone who dares to rush over here, I'll let them try this."

Looking at the seemingly harmless powder, and then at his wife's eyes, which held a hint of smugness and a desire to praise his cleverness, Lu Zhanming felt a chill run down his spine.

An old saying I'd heard somewhere automatically popped into my head:

It is better to offend a gentleman than a high-ranking official.

Especially his wife, a top-notch doctor who can make saving lives a truly remarkable skill.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he asked cautiously:

"Baby...baby, are you sure this thing is...safe? I mean, if I put it on you, don't accidentally..."

Don't worry!

Gu Baobao closed the box and casually stuffed it into the sofa cushions.

"I've specially sealed it. As long as you don't open it or shake it forcefully, it'll be fine. I've also prepared the antidote; it's in my spatial pharmacy."

Those who are infected will be fine if they receive the antidote within six hours; at most, they'll have nightmares for a few days. But what if it's more than six hours…?

She shrugged.

"It may create a psychological barrier that is difficult to forget for life due to pain and itching."

Lu Zhanming: "..."

He silently pulled the person in his arms a little tighter.

He made up his mind that in this life, the next life, and the life after that, he would never make his wife angry.

This is far more terrifying than getting shot on the battlefield.

Gu Baobao was unaware of the profound sense of awe and reverence her man was undergoing.

She relaxed and leaned against Lu Zhanming's strong, warm chest, the clean and pleasant scent of his body mixed with a hint of the sweetness of the spiritual spring water reaching her nose.

After several days of intense mental strain, now in a completely safe environment, in the arms of a trusted lover, a wave of exhaustion washes over me.

She was too lazy to move, her fingers unconsciously tracing patterns on Lu Zhanming's abs.

Wow, this feels so firm and hard, with clearly defined lines.

Her husband's physique is truly exceptional.

Lu Zhanming could clearly feel the little woman in his arms relax, her restless little hands still igniting fire all over his body.

The pent-up tension and vigilance of the past few days, coupled with a man's instinct to protect his woman, all combined in this safe and private environment...

Mixed with the allure of the warm, soft body in his arms, he began to stir, which quickly transformed into a more direct and intense impulse.

His body tensed slightly, and his breathing became a little heavier, almost imperceptibly.

Gu Baobao was still lost in thought, wondering what methods the lamp wick and the shadow would use, when suddenly a low, husky, and husky voice came from above her:

"Baby……"

"Um?"

Gu Baobao responded subconsciously without looking up.

"young married woman……"

Lu Zhanming called out again, his voice lower and deeper, like a gentle brush lightly brushing against one's eardrum.

Gu Baobao finally sensed something was wrong and tried to look up at him.

Her chin was gently pinched by the man's slender fingers, forcing her to raise her head.

Lu Zhanming's deep eyes were close to hers, and within them surged a familiar yet somewhat overwhelming undercurrent of anger.

The top two buttons of his shirt were undone at some point, revealing his sexy Adam's apple and a small patch of his muscular chest.

"darling……"

The third call came out, accompanied by his hot breath, which sprayed onto her cheek.

Gu Baobao's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively wanted to shrink back.

"What...what are you doing? Calm down!! Comrade Lu Zhanming!"

"calm?"

Lu Zhanming chuckled softly, a laugh that was both sweet and seductive. His other hand had already wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him until their bodies were pressed tightly together.

"Our baby has been under too much pressure for too long."

He leaned down, his lips almost touching her ear, his breath hot:

"Honey... I'll loosen it for you."

The last one, spoken in a drawn-out, roundabout tone, carried an undeniable air of authority and an implication so strong it was almost palpable.

Gu Baobao's face flushed red, and she pressed her hands against his chest:

"I...can I choose not to?"

"don't want?"

Lu Zhanming raised an eyebrow, feigning a hurt and incredulous expression. He grabbed her hand, which was pressed against his chest, and without a word, pressed it onto his well-defined abs.

"Wife, you've already touched me and looked at me, now you're saying no?"

His tone was aggrieved, but his eyes were full of aggression:

"Now that you've got me, do you no longer cherish me? Are you starting to look down on me?"

Gu Baobao was both amused and exasperated by his bizarre attempt to turn the tables on her, while the firm, hot touch under his fingers made her feel flustered and confused.