Chapter 31 The next step for the squirrel-shaped mandarin fish is to pour hot oil over its body.
After listening to Yun Qiandu recount their conversation with Xiao Mi, Chu Jue fell into deep thought.
The competition was something they all went through together, but only Xiao Mi's red stats increased.
So, which sentence caused her stats to increase? And what does this symbolize?
Realizing he was analyzing the infinite under finite conditions, Chu Jue stopped himself and asked the designer if he could add a "growth reminder".
Although red is eye-catching, if she hadn't looked up just now, Xiao Mi would have gained nothing.
Designer: [Your request has been received.]
It only says it can receive, but doesn't say whether it can respond.
But not refusing means agreeing.
Today's competition is over, and my body and mind, which have been tense all day, can finally rest.
Chu Jue thought they would rest early, but he found that everyone in Group 111 was full of energy and looking forward to tomorrow.
Yun Qiandu stretched his neck in relaxation: "It was so much fun! I can't even imagine how exciting it will be tomorrow."
Ying Suixin is currently criticizing: "This first place is not as good as the boss's one."
Yun Qiandu seconded: "Let's give the exchange meeting a little shock from Chu Jue tomorrow."
"It's such a pity Jing Shu and my little sister didn't come." She was waiting for another round of praise in the group chat, but it didn't appear for a long time. "Huh, where did everyone go?"
[Yun Qiandu: Where is everyone?]
[Yun Qiandu: Are you there?]
[Yun Qiandu: I understand. Separation has distanced us. Our feelings have changed. The past is gone forever. Waiting for your reply, I slipped and fell like a tomato snatched away by a monkey.]
Yun Qiandu: [Heartbroken][Heartbroken][Heartbroken]
Only Ying could spontaneously respond to her face-to-face.
"Why do tomatoes slip and fall?"
Yun Qiandu: ...
Is this the key point?
"Something might have happened." Ying Yi paused for a second. "I mean, Jing Shu and the others."
The group quickly arrived at the lounge, picked up their respective dinners, and casually browsed the forums for the day.
Yun Qiandu put his hands behind his back and said slowly, "Sigh, everyone's busy. It's good to be busy."
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Jiang Jingshu was indeed handling some matters, but nothing important.
Taking advantage of some free time recently, she and Jiang Tianjiao decided to go home to take care of things before reuniting.
"Jing Shu is back?" After knocking on the door, Jiang Lian, who was standing inside, looked pleasantly surprised.
Jiang Jingshu remained silent, observing her expression.
"Come in, come in and sit down... How are you feeling, baby? Mommy has missed you so much lately..."
Her surprise and longing seemed genuine, and her hand, which had been reaching out to embrace Jiang Jingshu, was somewhat awkwardly withdrawn because of Jiang Jingshu's silence.
"What's wrong, Jing Shu?"
She seemed to have imagined many things: "Is it... that they treat you badly?"
"Will they treat me well?" Jiang Jingshu smiled.
"Ah..." Jiang Lian didn't know what to do. "Then, then you should be more tolerant. If you go home more often, it won't be good if word gets out..."
She's still saying things like that.
She was unaware of it.
Jiang Jingshu breathed a sigh of relief upon reaching this conclusion.
Her mother was traditional, old-fashioned, and worked as hard at home as a donkey pulling a millstone.
But she seemed to never know that no matter how well she pulled, the "master" only considered it as the donkey's duty.
From the moment she was born, all we taught her was tolerance, forbearance, and compromise.
Her mother wanted her to become a selfless donkey like that.
"I don't want to put up with it anymore," Jiang Jingshu said, "but I won't be coming back."
"Not coming back? That won't do, Jing Shu." Jiang Lian said anxiously, "Oh dear, that's not what Mom meant..."
"Who is it?" Jiang's father was also attracted by the commotion and thought it was an acquaintance who came out to show himself.
Upon seeing the newcomer's face clearly, he dropped the teacup in his hand, which landed with a thud.
His pupils trembled, and he was utterly horrified:
"Why are you back? You..."
Before he could finish speaking, his neck suddenly jerked up, and an invisible hand gripped his throat.
The man was being choked and could hardly breathe. His face turned bluish-purple, his jaw trembled uncontrollably, and he struggled with both hands to try to break free of the control.
Before he could suffocate, Jiang Jingshu stopped, giving him a moment to catch his breath.
He gasped for air, but his face contorted from the burning pain in his throat.
The cold sweat that covered his body reminded him of what he had just experienced. Jiang's father struggled to regain his senses, his voice barely audible:
"You...you've become a Spirit?"
The whole thing happened so fast that Jiang Lian had no time to react, and she didn't even think about going forward to rescue her father after it was over.
Her expression was filled with excitement and surprise:
"Jing Shu, have you really become a Spirit Master?"
Then he realized what had just happened:
"Are you attacking Dad? Jing Shu, what are you doing...?"
Jiang Jingshu's gaze remained fixed on her father, never leaving him: "Why don't you ask him what I'm doing?"
"I..." The man tried to find some words to argue, "Daddy doesn't know, Jing Shu, Daddy really doesn't know anything..."
"I didn't say anything, how come you already didn't know?"
Jiang Lian was uneasy about their "secret code".
"What happened, Jing Shu? Is there some misunderstanding?"
Jiang Jingshu didn't want to hear what she had to say. Knowing that Jiang Lian wasn't involved in this matter was enough for her. As for how Jiang Lian would react to it, it was no longer meaningful.
Jiang Jingshu lowered her eyelashes, her voice as gentle as ever: "Your good husband sold me, sold me to be buried with someone."
Jiang Lian was stunned, doubting her own ears.
Her eyes widened, her gaze shifting back and forth between the two of them, unable to find a focus for a moment, her eyes filled with disbelief.
"What do you mean by being buried alive with me? I'm just sending you to get married."
The man's voice was hoarse, and he had recovered somewhat. But his oxygen-deprived brain was still controlling his body, uttering words that suggested insufficient brain capacity.
"If you had become a Spirit Master sooner, this wouldn't have happened, would it?"
Not only do they feel they are not wrong, but they also believe the other party needs to reflect on their own actions.
This is the father she knows best.
"If you had died sooner, you wouldn't have had to say these things."
Jiang Jingshu has considerable experience with castrated pigs and has already conducted experiments on dozens of boars.
But Jiang Jingshu wants to be a fish today.
Jiang Jingshu pondered in her mind, "If it's a dish, I'll choose Squirrel Fish?"
She was arranging the menu, and the ingredients were already prepared.
Using only her spiritual power to bind the fish's body, Jiang Jingshu slowly and methodically removed the fish's spine with her knife, then made a cross-shaped cut on the fish meat.
Blood seeped out, the cuts went deep, yet the skin remained intact.
"Ah!!" The raw material screamed incessantly, his hoarse voice hindering his performance. Pain affected all five senses, and the continuous bleeding was accompanied by incontinence.
Although the fish was on the cutting board, Jiang Jingshu kept its mind conscious. It trembled all over and made "hoarse" sounds, gradually becoming lifeless.
But the process wasn't over yet. Jiang Jingshu realized that the deep-frying conditions were limited, so she had to settle for a less suitable method.
The next step is to pour hot oil over the body.
The fish's body immediately turned waxy white, and the skin with blisters swelled up.
The subcutaneous embolism clearly showed dark lines in the blood vessels, perhaps due to extreme pain, leaving them numb and silent.
The wound began to ooze pus, and a thick, yellow liquid seeped into the ulcerated skin. The red and yellow colors mixed on the fish, which could barely be considered a substitute for sweet and sour sauce.
...Anyway, no one wants to eat it.
But it's really quite disgusting.
Jiang Jingshu pried open the fish's eyelids and looked into its bloodshot eyes, which were almost bursting open, guessing that the fish had only one breath left.
Jiang Jingshu casually gouged out the fish's eye and did not choose to continue.
The fish couldn't survive; it was just barely holding on until its life was over.
After washing the filth off her hands, she ignored the scene of various mixed tissues and walked straight out of the dirty place without stopping as she passed Jiang Lian, who was stunned.
Jiang Jingshu knew that she would never come back.
Only after her figure disappeared from sight did Jiang Lian's brain gradually restart.
She suffered a tremendous mental and psychological shock, and her thoughts were unable to return to their original state for a short period of time, remaining uncontrollably stagnant.
She recalled that conversation, her daughter's unusual behavior... she recalled the worry of not being able to contact her these past few days, she had never imagined that what the man said, "your daughter eloped with a man and got married," was actually this...
Her daughter experienced this without her knowledge.
Jiang Lian kept hearing Jiang Jingshu's words and thinking about the unfamiliar, emotionless look in her eyes when she looked at her.
She slowly squatted down, tears welling up and wetting her sleeves, and she vomited.
Disgusting, disgusting...
For so many years, she never realized her husband was this kind of man. Perhaps there were warning signs, but she was blind to them and never suspected him.
...He owed his daughter so much. So did she.
Jiang Lian gasped for breath and forced herself to stand up.
She gripped the hilt of the knife lying carelessly in the pool of blood and, like Jiang Jingshu, chopped it down piece by piece.
"Damn it...you really deserve to die..."
Jing Shu was lucky to escape death, but he had to die.
Every landing motion was performed with all one's might.
Jiang Lian is quite strong. Although she is not as strong as Jiang Jingshu, who has become a spirit, she has a "skill" that her daughter does not have because of her years of cooking. Jiang Lian has a lot of experience in handling raw meat and bones.
Remove, peel, disassemble.
A complete process was gradually implemented under Jiang Lian's guidance.
She angrily took the most meticulous measures.
The fish on the cutting board lost its voice in agony and died before its blood dried up.
Jiang Lian, however, remained completely oblivious and continued doing it in a detached and indifferent manner.
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The two successfully reunited after finishing their respective tasks.
"How did it go? Was it all right?" Jiang Jingshu asked with concern.
Jiang Tianjiao felt extremely proud: "It was exceptionally good, exceptionally smooth."
When she returned, Jiang Zhaodi was not home, which made it convenient for her to finish processing the piglet and then leave Jiang Zhaodi with a surprise.
The little boar's squeals were so beautiful that Jiang Tianjiao couldn't help but share them with Jiang Jingshu:
"You have no idea how funny its wailing is..."
At first, there was verbal abuse and physical altercation, and even after being completely subdued, he continued to be defiant.
Only after the parts fell apart did their words turn into pleas for mercy.
"It kept saying 'Please, sister,' it was hilarious. It only remembered to call me 'sister' now, hahaha. Before, it always called me by my full name..."
"Oh, it must be because it discovered that every time it called that old name, the pain on its body would intensify."
Little boar, great wisdom.
Unfortunately, the little boar didn't know that people rarely pay attention to pigs' squeals, especially when a pig is about to die and wants to say something, it can't escape its fate of dying.
“I originally wanted to… do this after I became a Spirit Master.” Jiang Tianjiao said with some regret, “But I haven’t become a Spirit Master yet.”
Jiang Jingshu taught her, and Teacher Fang taught her too. But for some reason, it seems that Da Huang learns much faster than her... Does she really have no talent?
This is so frustrating.
"Trust me, you will." Although Jiang Jingshu didn't have any concrete evidence, she deeply sympathized with Jiang Tianjiao's feelings. She herself had been like that before, constantly discouraged by self-doubt.
“In my experience, the first thing you need to do in spiritual cultivation is to have ‘confidence’.”
Jiang Tianjiao nodded emphatically, not forgetting to inquire about Jiang Jingshu's situation: "Sister, how's it going on your end? Is everything going smoothly?"
"fine."
Jiang Jingshu answered.
"That's good." Jiang Tianjiao actually wanted to ask something else.
She had long suspected that Jiang Jingshu had been troubled by something since that day. But she got the answer from Jiang Jingshu's expression, so she decided not to ask any further.
Jiang Jingshu knew what question she wanted to ask, and couldn't help but recall the noise she had heard outside the door at the end.
She smiled, a look of relief on her face.
Holding her younger sister's hand, the two sisters did not turn around.
"Let's go."
Wouldn't it be better to go back early and watch the live stream with Fang Zhiyi and the others?
Those things that had once trapped her, those things she found so hard to let go of, were no longer her only lifeline.
She did everything she wanted to do without saying a word.
Now that she has so many true friends who are on the same path with her, Yun Qiandu is still waiting for her to send a screen full of likes and rose emojis.
She will never look back.
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Author's Note: [Kiss]
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