Wife is hell

Chapter 80 Absurd Pursuers?
Since the county magistrate had already determined the nature of the case, and since no strange cases related to spirits had recently come from the patrol office, Jiang Mu had no intention of going to the county office to examine the body again.

After chatting with Jiang Xiaoyuan for a few minutes, he went home.

Back home, Jiang Mu took out the book "A Brief Explanation of Qi Circulation," along with paper and pen, and began to try to recall the fragmented memories in his mind.

They attempted to make this "Absorption Technique" more complete.

"Stones from other mountains can be used to polish jade. But these stones are not my stones, and these jades are not their jade. I take their stones to temper my own jade. I refine all paths in one furnace, forging the foundation of my supreme Dao..."

He painstakingly pieced together memories from the Xuanming world in his mind while writing them down on paper.

In the Xuanming World, this demonic art, originally named "Refining the Dao from Other Mountains," is essentially about plundering the cultivation fruits and achievements of others through arduous practice.

Absolutely domineering.

However, the basics of this technique are extremely difficult to learn and have many limitations.

For example, if a cultivator is of the fire element and forcibly absorbs profound water element cultivation, it is tantamount to drawing floodwater into a furnace.

Hence the saying, "Those whose attributes are mutually destructive should not be taken away."

But in this world, there's no need to follow so many restrictions.

It's as if we've descended from a higher dimension to a lower dimension, and many of the once-powerful rules are no longer fully applicable.

Therefore, Jiang Mu pondered that he only needed to focus on how to safely and efficiently absorb the opponent's power, without worrying too much about the constraints of elemental counteraction.

A woman in green floated out from the bell and lazily sat on the edge of the table.

A pair of bare feet, without shoes or socks, swayed gently, the ankles slender, the skin as white as jade.

It draws a beautiful arc that stirs the heart in dim light.

She noticed Jiang Mu engrossed in studying the tattered booklet, and couldn't help but roll her eyes playfully, her soft voice laced with sarcasm:

"Young master, you have a good eye. You always pick out junk that others wouldn't even glance at."

"Don't make any noise."

Jiang Mu copied the book while recalling the events.

The woman in green was obedient; seeing his focused expression, she stopped interrupting him.

So she simply lay face down on the table, cupped her delicate chin in her hands, and leaned close to Jiang Mu's hand to watch him write.

Her posture caused the fabric of her clothes to sink slightly into the table.

Yet she possesses an unwitting, charming naiveté.

After looking at it for a while, I found the content of the cultivation method to be boring and uninteresting, and my attention was completely drawn to the profile of the man who was so close to me.

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes darting around, carefully tracing the other person's sharply defined jawline, straight nose, and strikingly handsome features when he was focused.

At first, I simply admired his rare and handsome appearance.

As I looked at it, my gaze gradually became somewhat unfocused.

It felt as if a leaf had fallen on my heart, rippling outwards and stirring up a flutter in my heart.

As the saying goes, "A beautiful woman looks more and more charming under the lamplight." At this moment, in her eyes, the handsome man in front of her seemed even more captivating than the beautiful woman under the lamplight.

Looking at it for too long actually makes one's heart flutter and one's mouth dry...

After an unknown amount of time, Qingyi's expression suddenly shifted slightly, as if she sensed something, and her figure flickered and floated outside.

But then they saw Shi Xueying standing in front of the door.

A girl in an elegant white dress stood gracefully in front of Jiang Mu's door, her expression conflicted and hesitant.

After descending the mountain with her master, she came here.

Even Shi Xueying didn't know why she had come here. Was it just to ask a question?
Whether he's investigating a case or not, what does it have to do with me?
Whether he's climbed the social ladder or not, what does that have to do with me?
Didn't the two of them already draw a line between themselves?

Shi Xueying was disturbed by her inexplicable feelings.

Several times he raised his hand to knock on the door, but each time his fingertips were about to touch the door, they were blocked by an invisible force and fell limply.

Qingyi floated to the side with great interest, then simply sat on a small stool by the door, resting her chin on her hand, and admired the ever-changing and rich expressions on the girl's face up close.

"This little girl is arrogant and thin-skinned; she'll suffer a great loss in the future."

The woman in green sighed inwardly.

After agonizing over the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Shi Xueying ultimately couldn't muster the courage to turn and leave dejectedly. Perhaps deep down, she was also afraid of the answer she would get when she asked the question.

It will make her feel even more uncomfortable.

In her preconceived notion, Mu Jiang was good, but that was all; ultimately, he was separated from the world she inhabited by by an invisible chasm.

Watching the girl's figure disappear, the woman in green drifted into the room, intending to remind Jiang Mu.

But seeing the other person frowning and seriously studying the cultivation technique, he swallowed back the words he was about to say and ultimately did not disturb them.

……

In the afternoon, Madam Yan suddenly came to visit.

Jiang Mu assumed the other party might want to discuss business matters.

To his surprise, the other party suddenly came to him today to ask for his help.

“Young Master Mu, I have a close friend who has recently encountered some trouble. I have thought it over and over and I believe that only you can help her.”

Madam Yan got straight to the point, a hint of worry in her eyes.

Jiang Mu asked her to sit down and inquired, "What's the trouble?"

“My best friend’s maiden name is Pan. Her husband’s family is away doing business all year round. She lives alone in Pear Blossom Lane in the south of the city.”

Madam Yan said, "Some time ago, an anonymous lecher kept sending her letters."

At first, the letters contained only words of admiration and adoration, which, although troubling, were still bearable.

But later, the words in the letters became increasingly explicit, filled with... offensive and obscene language.

My best friend, concerned about her family's reputation, kept quiet and didn't report it to the authorities. She secretly tried every possible way to find the person, but to no avail.

As Madam Yan spoke, she took out a stack of letters from her sleeve and handed them to Jiang Mu:

"Young Master Mu, I know you have assisted the patrol department in solving a strange case and are exceptionally capable. I have come here today to earnestly request your help in finding this shameless scoundrel who is hiding his true identity."

Jiang Mu was speechless.

You need to come to me for this?
Lady Yan seemed to have sensed his thoughts and quickly continued:

"If it were just these letters filled with foul language, I could probably grit my teeth and bear it."

Just two days ago, my best friend was taking a shower in her room at night when she somehow fell into a deep sleep.

When she woke up, she found that nearly half of the water in the bathtub had disappeared. When she asked the maid on duty, the maid had no idea what was going on.

The next day, she received another letter. In it, the person said... that he was so fond of my best friend that he couldn't help himself and drank some of the water she had bathed in..."

"Wait a moment!"

Hearing this, Jiang Mu was a little confused and asked incredulously, "..."
"You mean, that perverted messenger broke into your best friend's house in the middle of the night, drugged her, and then... drank half a bucket of her bathwater?"

"Yes, that's true."

Madam Yan knew that this matter sounded extremely absurd and bizarre, and nodded with a wry smile, "My best friend was terrified and has been staying at my house for the past two days, afraid to go back."

Jiang Mu struggled to process this absurd information and pressed for an answer:

"After your best friend fell into a coma, did she suffer... uh, you know what I mean?"

Madam Yan shook her head:
"There was no violation, except that the water in the bathtub was low."

"Sure?"

Jiang Mu put it more bluntly, "Some things involve a woman's most important innocence, and perhaps your best friend is ashamed to talk about them and hasn't been completely honest with you."

Madam Yan said, "Absolutely not, I can guarantee that."

Jiang Mu was completely numb.

What kind of person is this?

He was so infatuated with his goddess that he drugged her, and then...

A dazzling bathwater experience?
If they dare to drink bathwater now, who knows, next time they might be showing off a chamber pot.

(End of this chapter)