Super détecteur de fantômes

Chapitre 51

She can be indifferent to hurt, indifferent to violence, even indifferent to death, but she can't peacefully enjoy the kindness of another person...

They'll get spoiled...

Damn it... why are you getting all sentimental at a time like this... we're not out of danger yet, don't start spouting sweet nothings, okay...

However, as if he didn't notice her unease at all, the next moment, Shen Zhili fell into Su Chenche's arms.

His cool nose brushed against her cheek, Su Chenche's movements were very gentle, as if he were holding a lost treasure that had been found again. His voice held a hint of grievance: "Zhi Li... I missed you so much. Did you miss me? No, you must not miss me, I haven't sneezed at all lately..."

Before Shen Zhili could speak, Su Chenche carefully tightened his arms around her waist, looking at her with tenderness and affection that could drown a person: "Zhili, your waist has gotten thinner, and your face has become more pointed... It's all my fault, my fault. I should have come earlier, so you wouldn't have gotten hurt..."

He spoke as if no one else was around, as if Shen Zhili was the only person in his eyes.

Shen Zhili moved her lips, but couldn't utter a single word.

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This complete disregard for the law unsurprisingly angered the King of Southern Xinjiang, who immediately struck out with a palm at Su Chenche.

Before his hand could even fall, it was already being held in place.

Su Chenche turned around, his face full of impatience: "It's not your turn yet. Can you wait a moment? I still have something to say to Zhili."

The King of Southern Xinjiang sneered, "Go tell us in hell."

Su Chenche narrowed his eyes and slowly released Shen Zhili: "Are you testing my limits?"

After settling Shen Zhili in, he stood up. His amber eyes seemed to be sharpened with a blade, piercing and intense, exuding a powerful sense of oppression. Su Chenche's voice remained gentle, yet it was even more terrifying: "You issued a warrant for my Zhili's arrest, interrupted my confession to Zhili, and even... hurt my Zhili..."

"In my eyes, you're already a dead man."

"Unforgivable."

Shen Zhili forced herself to calm down and crawled toward Hua Jiuye.

Ignoring the horrifying bloodstains, Shen Zhili checked Hua Jiuye's pulse and wounds while taking out medicine to stop the bleeding.

Hana Kuya's head was tilted to one side, her face as pale as paper.

During the break from applying the medicine, Hua Jiuye bit her lip and spoke in a low voice. Shen Zhili couldn't understand what she was saying, so she had to lean closer to hear her.

At the same time, the King of Southern Xinjiang raised an eyebrow and said, "Guards!"

He stopped abruptly as soon as he spoke, clearly realizing something was wrong.

Su Chenche smiled brightly: "So you finally found out?...Speaking of which, it's all thanks to your son. He really is...uh, a rare good person."

The King of Southern Xinjiang roared, "What have you done to Yun'er!"

Su Chenche smiled: "Don't worry, he's still alive."

The King of Southern Xinjiang gripped his scepter and charged forward swiftly: "Who exactly are you?"

Su Chenche drew his sword to block, his figure moving so fast it was like a phantom, his movements seemingly effortless, a speed that reached the extreme.

During the fight, a man in a blue robe holding a judge's pen entered from outside the hall. Upon seeing the situation, he coughed and said, "My lord, the cleanup is complete. All 45 guards and officials at the 23 hidden sentries in the Southern Border Palace have been subdued. They resisted more than ten times and launched five or six suicide attacks with Gu poison, all of which failed. The nearby guards have been transferred away from the main hall."

Su Chenche asked as he fought, without even taking a breath: "What are the chances of destroying Southern Xinjiang?"

Qingxing quickly replied, "Controlling it in the very short term like this is not difficult, but if we were to wipe it out, we would only have a 20% chance of success."

Su Chenche: "What if it's just a change of king?"

Qingxing: "This is also a bit difficult, because His Highness the Prince of Southern Xinjiang is very popular and makes an annual tour. If he is replaced, all the personnel in Southern Xinjiang will have to be replaced..."

Su Chenche raised the corners of his lips, but his tone suddenly turned cold: "Then let's change it."

After only ten moves, it was immediately clear who was stronger.

The King of Southern Xinjiang's expression changed: "Why...why is the Gu poison not working on you?"

Su Chenche was also taken aback before laughing and saying, "How would I know?"

In the time it takes to say just a few words, Su Chenche's sword tip is already pressed against the neck of the King of Southern Xinjiang. With just one forceful cut, his head will be severed from his body.

Shen Zhili suddenly called out, "Wait..."

Su Chenche turned around gently: "Zhi Li, what is it?"

Shen Zhili: "...Senior brother wants to avenge our parents and sister with his own hands, is that alright?"

Su Chenche immediately nodded like a chick pecking at rice, his eyes crinkling: "Of course, of course, whatever you say, Zhili!" He then gestured for Qingxing to step forward and tie up the body of the Southern King.

Hua Jiuye struggled to his feet, his bangs obscuring his eyes, making it impossible to see his expression.

Blood kept dripping down his body, leaving a bloody trail with every step.

He pressed his lips together, brushed past Su Chenche, and then silently pulled out a short dagger, pressing it against the Southern King's neck.

Su Chenche noncommittally sheathed his sword, retreated to Shen Zhili's side, carefully took her hand in his, and used his lips to treat the slight scratches on it.

Shen Zhili helplessly raised her hand, looked at Hua Jiuye, and sighed softly.

Is it finally... coming to an end?

"You deserve to die."

Hua Jiuye's body swayed precariously, yet the hand gripping the dagger remained unusually steady, and an unnatural smile crept onto his lips: "I won't let you die so easily."

The blade sliced through the Southern King's shoulder like a sharpened blade, tearing off a chunk of flesh, yet leaving no trace of blood on his body.

The King of Southern Xinjiang groaned in pain, looked at him, and suddenly revealed a strange smile: "Hua Jiuye, if you kill me, you will never know where your mother is."

Hua Jiuye was taken aback: "She's already dead!"

The King of Southern Xinjiang said, "What if I say she's not dead? This wicked woman who betrayed me, I haven't tormented her enough, how could I let her die so easily?"

Hua Jiuye's eyes turned blood red: "I don't believe it!" But her hand trembled involuntarily.

In that brief moment, the King of Southern Xinjiang suddenly broke free from his ropes, grabbed Hua Jiuye, and manipulated the scepter in his hand. The ground suddenly flipped, revealing a huge cave that instantly swallowed the two of them.

Shen Zhili rushed over suddenly, but someone grabbed her waist. In that moment of hesitation, the ground returned to normal, and the two figures were no longer visible.

Shen Zhili couldn't help but say, "Su Chenche, let me go..."

Su Chenche hugged her waist tightly, pouting, "I won't let go! Is he that important to him?"

Shen Zhili was furious, but since this person had just saved her, she couldn't vent her anger. She could only suppress her temper and say, "Of course he's important! My senior brother is my only remaining family member. To me, he's as important as my own brother, don't you understand?! He came to save me, and now he's seriously injured and with the King of Southern Xinjiang. If we hadn't gone to save him soon, I'm afraid he would have had a slim chance of survival..."

Su Chenche refused to let go: "But you'd also face a near-death experience if you went. Is his life more important than yours?"

Without thinking, Shen Zhili reflexively replied, "Of course, you're here!"

Su Chenche: "..."

Shen Zhili: "..." What did I say?

Su Chenche's eyes instantly turned into hearts, and he said in a trembling voice, "Zhi Li... can you say it again? I didn't hear wrong, did I... are you... relying on me? Does this mean you accept me? Are you willing to marry me? Are you willing to grow old with me? Are you willing to have a little Su for me?"

Shen Zhili said expressionlessly, "Let me go first!"

Su Chenche quickly rubbed his lips against Shen Zhili's soft lips, then picked her up in a princess carry and said, "Let's go, let's go save my brother-in-law!"

Shen Zhili: "...Put me down..." = =|||

Su Chenche turned his head: "Uh, Qingxing, I'll leave the task of investigating the tunnels to you."

As Qingxing had anticipated, she sighed and said, "...I'll have someone come and dig the ground right away."

Shen Zhili was slightly embarrassed: "Master Qing, thank you for your trouble."

Qingxing smiled and said, "We're all old acquaintances, Valley Master Shen, there's no need to be so polite. I hope you'll give me some discounts when I come to Huichun Valley for treatment in the future..."

Before she could answer, Su Chenche nudged her: "Zhi Li, you don't need to thank him, just thank me."

Shen Zhili: "..." Looking at that face that suddenly became so irritating, she really couldn't bring herself to say thank you...

Su Chenche pouted: "Zhili, I got so many injuries just to see you." He rolled up one sleeve and pointed to the scars on it: "Look, look, look... you don't care about me at all."

Shen Zhili was stunned for a moment, then rubbed the wounds with her fingers. Su Chenche gasped, but did not cry out in pain.

It's a real wound, he really...

Su Chenche stared intently at her, then suddenly realized: "I understand, is it because you consider me family that you didn't say thank you?"

Shen Zhili: "...No way!"

Su Chenche smiled like a cat that had just stolen some cream: "Zhi Li, you're so awkward... By the way, you look so beautiful in the clothes from Southern Xinjiang, I can't take my eyes off you. How about we buy a few more outfits to take back with us before we leave?"

Shen Zhili sighed, "...This concerns lives, can't you be serious for once?!"

Su Chenche said aggrievedly, "I'm being very serious." As he spoke, he suddenly kicked something.

The wind howled, accompanied by the sound of something piercing flesh. A person fell to the ground, clutching their thigh and groaning in pain.

Shen Zhili: "?"

Su Chenche gestured, and Qingxing dutifully dragged the person over again.

Su Chenche, holding Shen Zhili, kicked the man again and asked gently, "Who are you?"

The man cried and rolled on the ground, pleading, "I confess, I confess! Please let me go! I really didn't do anything wrong! I was just serving the King of Southern Xinjiang, really, really..."

Chapter 43

Pressing her head, Shen Zhili climbed out of bed. Before even opening her eyes, she abruptly threw off the covers and prepared to get out of bed.

My senior brother is still here...

The next moment, Shen Zhili was forcibly pushed back down.

Su Chenche presented Shen Zhili with a peach that was peeled unevenly, as if it were a treasure, and smiled at her with his eyes crinkling: "Zhili, I peeled this peach myself!"

Why do you need to peel a peach? Can't you just eat it directly?

Wait! That's not the point!

Shen Zhili pushed Taozi away and asked anxiously, "...Have you found my senior brother? And..." She pressed her forehead again, "...How could I have fallen asleep..."

Su Chenche pouted: "Eat the peach first, or I won't tell you."

Shen Zhili paused for a moment, then snatched the peach, popped it into her mouth, and quickly ate it clean, revealing the pit. "Is this enough?" she asked.

Su Chenche: "It wasn't eaten clean."

Shen Zhili: "It's already very clean! Hurry up and tell me, okay?!"

Su Chenche quickly bent down and licked Shen Zhili's lips. Before Shen Zhili could react, he even pursed his lips and sucked on them. Then he turned back and said with satisfaction, "It's clean now."