Chapter 115: How is it feeling after the 115th day of retiring?
Duan Sui's hands pressed on his abdominal muscles through the thin fabric.
It’s hard, which should be the feel that Sang Qiqi likes.
At least in terms of appearance, he and Jingyu would not have the same troubles.
After letting out a sigh, Duan Sui was about to turn his attention back to the decoration issue when he saw Sang Qiqi's almond-shaped eyes staring at his hands... To be precise, staring at the abdominal muscles where his hands were pressing.
Duan Sui: “…”
After two seconds of silence, he asked reservedly, "Do you want to touch it?"
Sang Qiqi was also reserved: "This is so embarrassing."
The next second, her hand instinctively pressed against him. Even through his shirt, Sang Qiqi could feel the powerful strength of Duan Sui's abdominal muscles. But it would be even better if she could lift his clothes to take a look and touch him.
Just as this thought was about to fall, Duan Sui's long fingers hooked the shirt from his trouser waistband, easily removing the obstruction between Sang Qiqi and his abdominal muscles. Sang Qiqi's eyes nearly shot open at that moment. The man's black trousers clung to his narrow, pale waist, and upwards, he revealed a well-defined set of abdominal muscles, the number, warmth, and firmness of which were perfectly matched.
Her palms were a little uncomfortable from the heat from her abdominal muscles, so she curled her fingers quietly, and as a result, originally only her palms were touching the abdominal muscles, but now her fingertips were also resting on them.
I'll go.
It really moves!
Sang Qiqi's eyes widened, her mind immersed in surprise, but her finger pressed down again naturally.
Another bounce.
Great touch!
Seeing Sang Qiqi's unconcealed, shocked expression, Duan Sui curled his lips in satisfaction, then decided to take a risk and ask, "How does it feel? Is there anything that needs improvement?"
Sang Qiqi's mind was full of eight pieces, good to touch, eight pieces, and able to move. When she heard this question at first, she was a little unable to react.
She thought to herself, that was the wrong person to ask.
Although she loves looking at muscular men and also loves cutting out paper to make muscular men, this is the first time she has really touched his abdominal muscles. She never expected that these abdominal muscles would feel so good. Of course, maybe it's just Duan Sui's abdominal muscles that feel good.
She coughed lightly and replied with pretended experience: "It's okay."
After touching Duan Sui's abdominal muscles, Sang Qiqi seemed very motivated for most of the next day. It didn't take long for her to find a professional decoration company. When the other party heard that Sang Qiqi wanted to decorate 21 branches in a row, they immediately drove 200 kilometers to the funeral service company.
The manager, a woman in her thirties, greeted Sang Qiqi before glancing around the main store. Although she had heard of Sang Qiqi's reputation for providing a comprehensive funeral service, she hadn't yet reached festivals like Qingming and the Ghost Festival, so even if she'd wanted to boost Sang Qiqi's sales, she hadn't had the opportunity.
"I think the design of the main store is pretty good. It's a funeral home, so there's no need for anything fancy. It should be clean, tidy, and have warm colors, so it won't be dull. The only problem is that the space is a bit small."
Sang Qiqi nodded repeatedly: "The store in Huanglong Province is much larger."
Manager: "Why don't we just follow the main store's decor?"
Sang Qiqi continued to nod: "Okay."
The conversation was harmonious and enjoyable. Sang Qiqi even took the responsible person and his group out for a meal, which moved them deeply. Before leaving, he shook Sang Qiqi's hand and promised, "Don't worry, Boss Sang. We will give you the best design and materials, and the price will not be inflated. We will definitely not let you suffer any loss."
Although Sang Qiqi has retired from the entertainment industry, the number of her fans on Weibo and the Lizi platform is comparable to that of top-tier celebrities. If they really cheated her, as long as Sang Qiqi posted a random Weibo, countless people would probably come to criticize their company.
The decoration team left in a hurry, while Sang Qiqi and Duan Sui walked slowly through the snack street back to the underworld.
Sang Qiqi stopped several times along the way, buying snacks to fill her still empty stomach. As she shared her octopus balls with Duan Sui, a figure, cloaked in darkness, silently appeared behind them. A thick black mist shrouded the figure, and its voice was exceptionally hoarse: "There's been a riot in the underworld. Shan Xuelin and Chao Song are missing."
Sang Qiqi paused as she was forking the octopus balls.
Duan Sui also raised his eyes from her hand.
Half an hour ago.
Thanks to the Jiuyou Tongshen Society, the underworld has been very busy recently. Every day, escaped members are strung together like candied haws by ghost messengers using soul-binding chains and sent in.
Lin Yanluo had been working overtime for the better part of a month, his resentment towards the Jiuyou Tongshen Society overflowing. The executioners in the other halls were similarly affected. Their knives had become dull, and they had no time to sharpen them. Every day they just stabbed and cut. They had no idea if the evil spirits being punished were in pain, but their hands were definitely aching.
Amidst the curses of the underworld's staff, the dogs of Evil Dog Ridge suddenly unleashed their legs and bolted, while the chickens of Golden Rooster Ridge flapped their wings and flew off. Both sides quickly left their territories and headed for the Ten Courts of Justice. At the same moment, a deafening explosion rocked the underworld, and the waters of the River Styx began to flood back, sending the ghosts queuing for Meng Po soup into a frenzy of screams.
Lin Yanluo felt the hall tremble, his expression changing slightly. He quickly stood up, and with a flick of his robe, he had already descended from the center of the First Hall onto the River Styx. Peng Su was a step faster, his ghostly energy surging like a sharp arrow. He first shot through the surging waters of the River Styx, then spread like a giant net, enveloping all the water falling from the sky and sending it crashing back with a bang.
“Ouch!”
Water splashed everywhere, and the water of the Styx with a slightly fishy smell was like rain, splashing onto the surrounding ghosts, causing screams.
"Go back to your residence." Lin Yanluo stood beside Peng Su and ordered in a deep voice.
The little ghosts are naturally obedient. After drinking Meng Po soup, they can be reincarnated. If an accident happens at this time and they end up being reduced to ashes, it would be too tragic.
All the ghosts around fled quickly, and Meng Po took the opportunity to come out of her shop and asked in surprise, "What's going on?"
Peng Su had always been a hot-tempered person who didn't like to think. When he heard these four words, he immediately said in a rough voice, "How would I know?"
However, Lin Yanluo put his hands behind his back, looked in the direction of the vibration center, and narrowed his eyes.
Seconds later, numerous vicious dogs and golden roosters appeared from afar, their feathers flying in the dust, along with several panicked ghosts. These ghosts were squeezed between the vicious dogs and the golden roosters, struggling to avoid being kicked by the dogs or swatted away by the golden roosters. They also had to keep up with them through the thick ash and flee to safety, which was extremely difficult.
Just as their strength was gradually exhausted and their legs were about to fall, a strong ghost energy came from the side, embraced their bodies, and quickly flew to the right in the air.
"what happened?"
The deep, majestic voice frightened the ghosts more than the hind legs of a vicious dog. Several ghosts subconsciously weakened their legs and hurriedly replied in panic: "The center of the Wild Ghost Village suddenly collapsed, and all the ghosts were swallowed up!"
The Wild Ghost Village is located in the same place as the Evil Dog Ridge and the Golden Rooster Mountain. In the past, ghosts who were not qualified to be reincarnated and had been punished would be thrown into it.
Peng Su frowned when he heard this: "Then why are you special?"
Several ghosts suddenly shut up.
Peng Su's temper surged: "Speak!"
An angry roar stirred up the water of the Styx, which had finally calmed down, and almost shook several ghosts to pieces.
Seeing that the scene when Zhong Yuquan and Mei Yishan escaped from the Little Hell was about to happen again, Lin Yanjun hurriedly stopped his old friend's violent behavior and nodded to the ghosts: "Answer."
Seeing this, the ghosts dared not hide anything and immediately explained in a trembling voice: "We originally wanted to sneak through Evil Dog Ridge and Golden Rooster Mountain to see if there was a chance to escape from the underworld."
But unexpectedly, he just happened to avoid a strange earthquake.
Lin Yanluo and Peng Su looked at each other. The former left the mess here to Meng Po and asked Meng Po to contact the other Yanluos. He then went to the Wild Ghost Village with Peng Su.
Just as the ghost had said, Wild Ghost Village had completely lost its original shape. A massive pit had appeared within its boundaries. Xin Ji, an old acquaintance and colleague, was suspended above the pit. Noticing the two men's arrival, he tilted his head and nodded.
Lin Yanluo walked over and asked, "What's going on here?"
"Maybe some people couldn't hold it in anymore after getting the news." Xin Ji folded his arms, his gaze fixed on the bottomless pit. The corners of his mouth slowly curled up as he whispered, "He's right to be anxious."
Half an hour later.
Sang Qiqi and Duan Sui arrived at the first hall of the underworld.
Lin Yanluo wasn't surprised to see Sang Qiqi and Duan Sui accompanying him. He asked directly, "Should Shi Lin have told you? After the earthquake in the underworld, the three of us went to Yegui Village to investigate. After returning to the Styx, Meng Po told us that she knocked on every door of every hall, but Shan Xuelin and Chao Song didn't respond. When Xin Ji and I went there, we found that they were nowhere to be found."
"If nothing unexpected happens, Jintian has finished his retreat and taken the two away." Xin Ji continued slowly.
"Jintian?" Sang Qiqi heard a strange name, and a look of confusion crossed her face. Duan Sui explained in a gentle voice, "The previous Lord of Fengdu, and the driving force behind the so-called Jiuyou Tongshen Society."
Sang Qiqi: “!”
She asked in surprise, "Isn't he dead?"
"We originally thought he'd died after being chopped into pulp by the guy next to you, but later we discovered that the reality was a little different from what we imagined." Xin Ji sat on a high chair, seeming surprised that the Jiuyou Tongshen Society had been wiped out, yet Sang Qiqi still didn't know about Jintian. However, he didn't care. Thinking of Duan Sui and Sang Qiqi's relationship, and then thinking of Sang Qiqi's identity, he said everything he could, "Jintian seems to know some secret techniques. A wisp of ghost energy carried his will away, and no one knows where he is hiding, waiting to make a comeback."
I didn't know it at first, but after seeing the huge pit in Yegui Village today, Xin Ji thought that they probably knew it.
In silence, Sang Qiqi slowly raised her hand.
Several pairs of eyes looked at her.
She pointed at Duan Sui first and said, "Did you chop the previous Lord of Fengdu into pulp?"
Duan Sui, who was wondering where Jintian was now, suddenly came to his senses, his body stiffened, and he had a bad premonition.
But Sang Qiqi's hand had already moved from him to Lin Yanluo: "I remember you told me that the current Lord of Fengdu killed the previous Lord of Fengdu to take the position."
so--
She stared at Duan Sui intently, "You've already chopped Jintian into pieces, so why are you still just a small employee at Luofeng Mountain?"
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