Chapter 41: Really Like It
“You think this is fun?” Ji Yueling’s voice trembled. She wanted nothing more than to rush over and strangle Gu Qing’s neck right there.
“If I told you beforehand that I was going to shoot, and you were prepared, it wouldn’t activate so well.”
“What if I hadn’t reacted in time?”
“Then you’d die.” Gu Qing spread his hands. “Then I, who murdered Old Ji’s precious daughter, would die soon too. I’d accompany you on the road to the underworld—wouldn’t be too lonely.”
Ji Yueling gritted her teeth.
But when he put it that way, Ji Yueling suddenly understood. He must have been prepared from the start—either he was certain she could dodge, or he had other ways to keep her alive. Her eyes stared coldly at Gu Qing for several seconds, then she turned her face away.
Gu Qing watched her with interest. “Still need to practice. You don’t look like you’ve mastered it skillfully. Here, give me another box of bullets. Close your eyes and dodge.”
Ji Yueling looked into his eyes. Gu Qing expected her to start complaining, cursing, crying, or swearing at him, but unexpectedly, all Ji Yueling did was toss out another box of bullets, then stand a bit farther from him and close her eyes.
Her eyelashes trembled lightly.
Gu Qing unhurriedly loaded bullets and fired. Ji Yueling tilted her head to dodge.
Thirty-seven bullets total. With each shot Gu Qing fired, Ji Yueling’s grasp of that inexplicable intuition within her body, or her judgment of danger—that sensing—gradually became clearer in her heart. Gu Qing maintained an excellent shooting rhythm, and every shot was a standard aim at her brow, not a single shot off target.
After thirty-seven bullets, Ji Yueling slowly opened her eyes.
She was now drenched in fragrant sweat clinging to her body. Her eyes stared straight at Gu Qing. After a good while, her tense body finally collapsed from exhaustion.
She looked up at him and slowly spoke: “So why did you suddenly contact me?”
“Because…” Gu Qing scratched his head. “Wanted to go out for a walk, think about other things to distract myself.”
The more time he spent with Lu Qianqian, the harder Gu Qing found it to break free. He could never think of appropriate words, so he decided to come out and clear his head. He happened to see Ji Yueling—who told Ji Yueling to be a beautiful woman? When she wasn’t being annoying, Gu Qing found her quite pleasing to the eye.
Ji Yueling suddenly realized that although Gu Qing was looking at her while saying this, his eyes didn’t contain her at all.
Gu Qing continued casually: “You can use sensing to control the little spiders. When you sense demon scent, make them self-destruct. When you notice a little spider has exploded, you can quickly find where the location is.”
“Thank you for teaching me this.” Ji Yueling looked toward the distant sky. “I owe you another favor.”
“Doesn’t matter. Just keep owing.” Gu Qing replied casually, picked up a foxtail grass from somewhere and stuck it in his mouth, then naturally lay down on the grass, basking in the warm sun.
During his two years of wandering, he would always find a soft patch of grass to sunbathe when the sun was bright like this. But right now he felt the grass was too hard—not as soft and tender as Lu Qianqian’s fair thighs.
He didn’t like this feeling of being tied down, yet he allowed himself to indulge in it.
He closed his eyes. After a good while, he fell asleep on this soft grass.
When he woke up again, it was two hours later. Ji Yueling was shaking his body, telling him she was going to place spiders in those places where mantis demons might appear. Gu Qing groggily got up and sat in the passenger seat, suddenly remembering: “Remember to send lewder photos tomorrow morning.”
“You want me to spread them open again?”
“Remember to show your face.”
“Oh.” Ji Yueling replied flatly, no longer refusing in embarrassment.
She drove Gu Qing home, then went to those small bars, quietly letting the white little spiders crawl from the car window into the bar ceilings to observe everything in the not-yet-open bars. After doing this, she went to the next bar, placing all the little spiders.
After finishing this, she parked her car in the center of the circle of bars she’d mapped out, closed her eyes, and began switching vision. Countless images from different perspectives entered her mind. She felt mentally exhausted. Gradually the sky darkened and people’s nightlife quietly began.
At nine PM, on the ceiling of one bar, a little spider she’d released naturally exploded.
Ji Yueling ignited the engine. The silver sports car shuttled through the city. She got out and entered that bar. The sensing ability was used to its fullest. Countless human scents and sounds entered her sensory range. Her world seemed to become black and white, and as she passed through the crowd, she quickly saw a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl in a booth at the bar.
In this black and white world, she was red.
The girl wore a little dress, dolled up seductively, while two men beside her were adding alcohol to her drink, their eyes harboring ill intent.
The girl was pure and innocent, her small face flushed red from alcohol, her snow-white legs swaying restlessly with unease. Her voice was so sweet: “Don’t drink so much. If I drink too much, it’ll be hard to go home tonight.”
“My place is nearby.”
“Eh? Then I guess it doesn’t matter.” The girl drained her drink in one gulp. But the next instant, Ji Yueling’s figure had passed through the crowd. In a flash, she reached out and grabbed the girl’s neck, lifting her entire body from the chair.
Before the men beside her could speak, Ji Yueling had already pointed her gun at the girl’s temple. “Boom.”
The girl’s eyes instantly lost focus, her limbs hanging limply. The crowd screamed and fled. The next moment, the girl’s body suddenly began to twist. Her snow-white skin turned into dark green armor, and her drooping head slowly lifted, lips parting to reveal the hideous mouthparts inside.
Unfortunately, before it could struggle free, Ji Yueling’s palm had already turned deep green, completely injecting poison that could paralyze it into its body. Its body stiffened again, and Ji Yueling dragged it out like a dead dog.
This scene was somewhat too absurd. Passing pedestrians all dodged away. The bold ones took photos with their phones, but Ji Yueling quickly threw the mantis demon’s body into the passenger seat and drove away.
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The next morning, Gu Qing received photos from Ji Yueling.
She was indeed very obedient—she’d even deliberately put on a skirt and spread her legs over the chair arms, letting the hem fall. She’d even stuck out her pink tongue and made a V-sign. Gu Qing even suspected she’d specifically followed a bunch of fan service girls to learn photography poses.
It was indeed lewd, but her eyes were cold to the extreme.
It created a subtle contrast.
“Good-looking, love watching. Please send on time from now on. You can take more at once for timed regular feeding. Thanks.” Gu Qing typed silently on his phone.
“So you’re the type who hides behind a screen looking at my photos to reward yourself, but doesn’t even dare get aroused in front of me—a perverted rat?”
“Can you say that as a voice message scolding me? Really like it.”
Ji Yueling couldn’t understand the logic of a psychopath. She tossed her phone aside and turned to look at her closet. Damn it, she’d bought so many clothes like lingerie these days, taken so many photo sets. She’d even spent entire nights thinking about how to light them, what poses to strike, and how to make herself look more seductive. But suddenly at some moment, she realized how ridiculous she looked.
Like a dog wagging its tail to please its master.
So this morning she didn’t lack time—after all, she really had saved many unsent photos. She just suddenly felt this was boring, boring to the point of nausea. But when Gu Qing sent a message, she still couldn’t help replying.
She’d planned to ignore Gu Qing for several days after he messaged her, to make it even.
She thought this way, but couldn’t do it. When had her pride completely vanished in front of him?
She suddenly felt everything she did was so childish and ridiculous. If she told herself from three months ago that in the future she would rack her brains daily taking lewd photos for a man two years younger to please him, she would definitely think the world had gone mad.
At this moment she sat cross-legged by the floor-to-ceiling window, seriously looking at the flowers in her room. She tried hard, over and over, to think about the meaning of what Gu Qing was doing, but couldn’t figure it out no matter what.
He both despised her and approached her. He’d push her away when she got close, yet never hid his desire for her body.
When you try to understand a psychopath’s logic, you’re not far from going crazy yourself.
Ji Yueling forgot where she’d seen this sentence, but now she suddenly realized how right it was. Since meeting Gu Qing, her emotions had never been stable—always up and down, anxious and uneasy.
She suddenly felt inexplicably frantic and began pulling at her hair.
It wasn’t until the sky outside had completely darkened that she finally picked up her phone. There were no more messages from Gu Qing. Instead, after her long silence, she typed a line on the phone screen: “I’ll contact you again after I reach S-rank.”
After sending this message, she found the delete friend function and removed Gu Qing from her friend list. The next instant she suddenly felt relieved, as if the whole world had become vibrant.
Even the air became so fresh and pleasant.
On the other end of the phone, the “okay” that Gu Qing sent only showed a red exclamation mark. He sighed helplessly and tossed his phone aside, looking up at the ceiling, silently spacing out.
He didn’t turn on lights or cover himself with blankets. The world gradually became dim and dark. Only one lonely star remained in the dusky sky.
After a long while he sighed very, very softly—who knows if it was because he had no lewd photos to look at.
After a few more minutes, he suddenly began rolling back and forth on the bed, then grabbed the blanket to cover his face as if about to cry.
Unfortunately, after a while he pulled off the blanket, but couldn’t squeeze out a single tear. Instead he laughed out loud.