Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River, Chapters 1-4

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Chapter 1??? The Real World
Do you believe in ghosts?
There are many superstitious people in the world, and even more with faith. I think I once saw a statistic in a magazine that said
there are one billion Christians, six hundred million Muslims, and two hundred million Buddhists worldwide.
From these numbers, we can see that at least a quarter of the world's population believes
that 'God' truly exists in real life. Correspondingly, there is also the existence of 'ghosts'.
This might be a bit mystical and hard to accept, so let's talk about 'luck'.
Let's leave aside the ancient emperors' concept of 'fate' and talk about modern things. Betting on sports and buying lottery tickets is about luck; being pursued by a pretty girl is called 'peach blossom luck';
kicking a gold ingot while walking is your fortune; picking it up only to find it's stained with stone is called bad luck; feeling
sticky on your hand after throwing it away is called 'dog poop luck'... I've been connected to deities since birth; it's said that a seven-colored rainbow appeared in the sky at that time.
Whether this is true or not, I'm not sure, maybe there's a bit of truth to it.
From as far back as I can remember, I've often seen things that ordinary people can't see. At first, I didn't think it was anything special,
assuming everyone could see them. I remember when I was five years old, my father was telling me the story of the Calabash Brothers in the yard.
Suddenly, I saw the old man next door fly away. I knew then that if someone flew away, they would never come back.
The thought of never seeing that kind old man again made me sad, and I cried. My father asked me
why I was crying, and I pointed to the sky and said the old man had flown away. My
father didn't take it seriously at the time, just comforted me and even gave me a popsicle. That very night,
a deafening cry suddenly came from the yard. Later, the people in the yard learned that the old man, who had been bedridden due to illness, had passed away.
My father, a meticulous man, found the coroner who performed the autopsy that day, and the time of death was determined to be
between 2:00 PM and 2:15 PM. That time period was shortly after I woke up from my afternoon nap, the time I was listening to the story.
Later, my father specifically asked me about this, and I told him about the flying things I had seen.
The next day, my father took leave from work and took me to Mount Wutai. A high-ranking monk came to tell my fortune,
but I didn't understand what he said at the time. On the way down the mountain, the monk gave me a consecrated jade Buddha.
After wearing the jade Buddha, I never saw those things again. But just because I couldn't see them didn't mean they didn't exist; as soon as
I took off the jade Buddha, I could see them again. I wasn't afraid of these things that people called 'ghosts';
I was only curious.
As I grew older, this curiosity intensified. Finally, I couldn't bear the torment any longer and began
begging my father to take me to learn magic. (By then, I was obsessed with zombie movies.)
Because I was his only son, my father always spoiled me, but he didn't agree to this request. But I didn't give up;
whenever I had free time, I would try to pester my father. Finally, my father couldn't resist and offered a condition
: if I got into the county's top high school, he would take me to Mount Wutai to learn magic.
I was overjoyed; I knew my father had agreed. Because I was smart from a young age, my grades never
fell out of the top ten in my grade.
During the summer vacation before I entered junior high school, I went to Mount Wutai with my father.
I don't know how to describe my adolescence. While others were busy chasing girls, street dance, basketball, and video games
, I was busy collecting my treasures: exorcising curses, soul-summoning bells, and thunder mirrors… Besides studying, my free
time was spent researching countless talismans and the lessons assigned by my master: the *Avatamsaka Sutra*, the *
Lotus Sutra*, the *Heart Sutra*… Some things require talent.
While my brain was highly developed, my body was very weak. Just like I could never run a 100-meter race in
under 15 seconds, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't escape my "bean sprout" fate.
At 1.63 meters tall, I wasn't short for a girl, and my weight of 50 kilograms was within the normal range. My glasses prescription of over 400 degrees
wasn't too bad. In short, my appearance destined me to have no luck with women.
It would be a lie to say I wasn't anxious, but my solitary lifestyle since childhood had kept me away from people around me, making me
bad at socializing, especially with girls. I felt incredibly awkward whenever they got close.
This continued until I graduated from university; I was still a pitiful virgin.
Perhaps it was a form of compensation from heaven, but thanks to my strong computer skills and my professor's recommendation, I joined
MDB, a giant in the IT industry.
It was an enviable job; the high salary was one thing, but with luck, you might even become the next Ma Xingeng
.
To make a living, I had to leave my hometown and choose to struggle for my future in this bustling city.
Chapter Two: Things Happened
My first encounter with Xiaoman was at the welcome party a month after I joined MDB. That day, the company booked
the top floor of the Hilton Hotel as the venue. Almost all the employees were there; the atmosphere was great, and
one carefully prepared program after another was presented. Next came the self-introductions of the new employees, which was my biggest weakness.
When it was my turn, my legs were weak and I went up on stage. My scalp tingled as I glanced down—holy crap,
hundreds of people!
I don't know if I spoke in English or Chinese; I only remember the neon lights making me
dizzy. I even slipped and fell on my way down. If I hadn't known the boss was watching, I definitely wouldn't have wanted to
get up. Exhausted! The applause from the audience was sparse, interspersed with laughter. That's how my first
"spectacular performance" at MDB ended!
At that moment, I didn't have any other thoughts; I just knew it was over. My plan to date white-collar workers at MDB was completely ruined!
I never imagined that my carefully prepared speech, prepared for five days, would completely crumble the moment I stepped on stage.
Completely disheartened, I didn't care much about the disdainful looks directed at me. I'd lived under those kinds of gazes since childhood,
burdened with nicknames like "Rat," "Skinny," and "Bamboo Pole
. "
Midway through the party, the atmosphere was reaching its climax. My boss, that hearty foreigner William,
suddenly went berserk, starting a drinking contest that got a bunch of colleagues drunk. There's always factional infighting in the company...
Williamson represents the "Japanese faction" (pure foreigners), and the other is the "banana faction" (originally referring to
Chinese people with yellow skin and white flesh, here referring to returnees and ABCs). There are very few graduates like me who are recruited from within China, so I
was fortunate enough to be neutral.
To avoid being caught in the crossfire, I slipped out of the venue amidst the chaos. I wandered around aimlessly, bored.
My habit is to go where there are fewer people, and I finally found a quiet corner, where I
silently squatted down, savoring my loneliness.
If it weren't for this seemingly decent livelihood, I definitely wouldn't have stayed a moment longer. Watching
the handsome men and beautiful women dancing gracefully on the dazzling dance floor, a pang of sadness inexplicably struck me. I'm already in my mid-twenties, and I
'm still a virgin.
Life is like a dream; all we can do is make the dream more beautiful. How can we make the dream more beautiful? By finding someone
to dream with!
When I finally understood this, I realized I had been trapped in my own world for far too long. Aside from mystical
practices, all I relied on was that unique intuition for numbers, which was
why I became an MDB program analyst.
Suddenly, a familiar scent rushed to my head. It was the aura of the dead, and it was nearby.
It was incredibly strong; the scent indicated the powerful spiritual energy of the undead. If I hadn't drunk so much, I
would have noticed it much sooner. Just as I hesitated whether to tell my boss, Williamson, the aura
was gradually dissipating. Like a bomb exploding, after a violent shock, the aura of the dead was rapidly
vanishing.
After everyone dies, their soul leaves the body. Those with strong destiny and good fortune, whose true spirit remains undying, can be reborn.
Some people with high magical power can cultivate the path of ghost immortals after death, while those with lower magical power can find
a vessel to which they can reside, such as jade. Without the right opportunity, one's soul will surely be scattered and cease to exist within a month.
This was my master's admonition, and also my understanding after entering the world. It is extremely difficult for a spirit to cultivate immortality
; there is a shortcut: absorbing the spiritual energy of mortals. Since the beginning of human history, there has never been a lack of geniuses. The pursuit of immortality
is not only the wish of emperors, but also the dream that powerful sorcerers have always pursued.
Many sorcerers with great magical power, after their physical deaths, are unwilling to perish, thus embarking on
a path of destroying humanity. Therefore, powerful spirits are the common enemy of all mankind.
If that aura is lost, it means that more innocent mortals will suffer.
I did not hesitate any longer and walked towards the main entrance of the venue as quickly as possible. I don't know if it was the alcohol or my bad luck,
but as soon as I stepped out, my left leg tripped over my right, and my whole body lost its balance and lurched forward. Just
when I thought I was going to fall flat on my face, a stunningly beautiful face suddenly appeared in the distance. It was my goddess
, Chanel, the most sexy and beautiful woman in the entire venue. She wore a deep V-neck, front-opening black fitted evening gown, her long,
slender model figure encased in the form-fitting dress, exuding nobility and elegance.
I watched as the two milky-white mounds on either side of the V-neck drew closer and closer to my vision, and I could almost smell
the faint scent of milk. I painfully closed my eyes. Oh no, I'm going to crash! My goddess will be
utterly disheveled by my impact!
In an instant, my highly developed brain raced, even conjuring up images of what would happen five minutes later.
"Ah!?" came the goddess's panicked cry.
"Bang!" Almost simultaneously, the sound of impact rang out.
I swear it hurt terribly; my nose felt like it had collapsed, and tears streamed down my face. Because I didn't crash into soft
breasts, but into a man's firm back.
"You're so cute! What's wrong with you
?" a sharp voice snapped.
Through my blurry vision, I saw a blond, blue-eyed guy suddenly appear in front of me,
glaring at me fiercely. My goddess Chanel was also behind him, glaring angrily at me, but she was more
concerned with her image, carefully checking her clothes like a noble swan preening its
feathers.
The guy in front of me was none other than Tom, the leader of the Japanese faction, already
the vice president of MDB's Asia region at less than thirty years old.
Cold sweat poured down my face. Except for the first glance, I didn't dare to look Tom in the eye again, and
lowered my head guiltily. Although I knew what I should do at this moment, years of being a recluse made me choose
silence.
Tom was a very domineering man, especially in front of beautiful women. He began to lecture me in a blatant manner,
switching between English and Chinese, using very 'elegant' words of instruction, which were actually just insults without using any profanity.
I stood obediently to the side, listening with utmost respect and reverence, silently cursing his ancestors for eighteen thousand generations.
My only regret was that Chanel wouldn't give me a kind look anymore.
"Never mind, Tom," a sweet, coquettish voice rang out.
To me, it was like heavenly music; I was so excited I almost cried. My Chanel is so kind, 55
555…
"Hehe, this reckless brat needs a good scolding." Tom seemed to reluctantly give Chanel
face.
"Isn't there an English proverb that says, 'To judge a person's worth, look at their rivals'? Do you really need to make things difficult for
an idiot? Hehe!" Chanel's voice was still sweet enough to make a man's legs go weak, but to me
, it was like a 999,999 TNT exploding in my brain.
Am I an idiot? Sigh, it seems I'm back to square one.
"Haha, Chanel, you seem to know a lot about Western culture!" Tom was clearly in a good
mood.
"I know even more about Western men."
"Oh, what do you know?"
"..."
The two of them laughed and walked past me, while I stood there like I was invisible. I didn't feel anger,
just heartache. I was just an ordinary commoner, looked down upon by those high and mighty elites; I was nothing more than a human being...
It's just human nature. But the feeling of being 'abandoned' by my goddess really made me feel incredibly miserable.
After calming my anger, I hurried towards the place with the strongest aura of the dead.
When I took the elevator to the eleventh floor, a foul, fishy smell filled the entire floor.
It was excrement! It was the excrement of the dead! The impact of the excrement
had actually dissipated the aura of the dead themselves.
I quickened my pace and walked to the door of room 1107. A sign that read "Do Not Disturb" hung on the doorknob.
The Hilton Hotel's room keys are opened with IC cards, which is no problem for me. For
the convenience of my 'work', sometimes 'entering' is unavoidable in order to hunt down the dead or rescue people, so I always carry
a homemade decoder and a master key.
When I entered the room, the chaotic scene was exactly as I expected. A man and a woman
lay sprawled on the bed, their clothes and pillows scattered across the floor, the sheets ruffled and uneven. One could
imagine how fierce the battle that had just taken place must have been.
The stench inside the room was several times stronger than outside. I used my divine eye to scan the area; the spirit had already fled,
and while I could sense it, it could also sense my presence.
Both the man and woman on the bed had a green aura shrouding their foreheads— a
mark left after the spirit had absorbed their spiritual energy. Anyone affected by this green aura would experience dizziness, blurred vision, and difficulty concentrating in the coming days,
like a mosquito bite. Aside from some weakness, their vitality
remained strong.
Generally speaking, the undead don't easily take lives. Firstly, they don't want to risk their souls being scattered and
being targeted by powerful sorcerers; the cultivation world always eliminates malevolent undead on sight, showing no mercy.
Another reason is that killing is much easier for an undead than absorbing spiritual energy. Absorbing spiritual energy relies on one's own
cultivation level, which can be understood as the capacity of a bottle; the spiritual energy of an ordinary person is enough to feed dozens of high-level undead
.
After confirming that the undead had vanished without a trace, I sighed helplessly. If I hadn't been drinking, I wouldn't
have let this arrogant fellow escape right under my nose.
What's even more infuriating is that after absorbing the spiritual energy, he left behind such a strong aura. Although
the harm of aura to the human body is negligible, I hate this smell because I know it's
the smell of an undead excreting during "mercy. "
What's your reaction when you smell another man's semen?
Chapter Three??? Another Beauty Appears
I am a spirit hunter, my mission is to protect humanity from the harassment of the dead. Every six months
, I return to Mount Wutai irregularly to deliver the captured spirits to my sect.
The dead are another continuation of life. My understanding of the dead comes from the gentle sect. Therefore, I do
not hate the dead, I even pity them. Because their spiritual power gradually dissipates under the sunlight, they
can only maintain their existence by absorbing the spiritual power of humans.
"This guy, next time I see him, I will definitely let him taste the pleasure of sunbathing!"
I cursed as I suppressed my disgust and began to chant the 'purification mantra' to dispel the lingering odor in the room
.
After chanting the 'purification mantra' with added magic power, the lingering odor in the room had vanished. I
turned my attention back to the man and woman on the bed.
The man was a fat man in his forties. The green aura on his forehead had been dispelled by the 'purification spell.'
As soon as he finished defecating, the fat man immediately relaxed his brow and began to snore contentedly.
The woman… was so… beautiful!
I had been keeping an eye on the spirits, and only now did I realize what level of beauty was lying on the bed.
If my goddess Chanel was a perfect 100 in my heart, then the woman before me—
no, the girl—was definitely a perfect 101.
The girl's body was unnaturally twisted on her side on the bed, even twitching slightly. Her very distinctive
flaxen white hair was spread like silk across the pillow and sheets. Although part of her face was obscured,
I had no doubt that it was an absolutely stunning face.
I'm a good person, but I'm also a man. Faced with a beautiful girl lying there with her body exposed, I almost had no
resistance and became aroused.
After silently chanting "Amitabha," I took a step closer while the girl was still unconscious, focusing all my magical power
on my Heavenly Eye to carefully examine God's masterpiece.
Her figure was truly stunning; her exquisite curves outlined a wild beauty that could arouse any man.
A long neck, rounded, full shoulders—when my gaze fell upon her high, firm breasts,
a fire ignited in my lower abdomen. At the tips of her breasts were two rosy nipples the size of red beans, and what truly aroused me
was the gleaming nipple studs.
"This girl is so sexy!" I muttered to myself, quickly connecting the dots to another mysterious area.
However, I restrained myself and slowly lowered my gaze.
Unlike those with loose, sagging bellies, the girl's abdomen was flat, and eight-pack abs were faintly visible
. She must exercise regularly, right?
I mustered my courage and gently placed my hand on her abdomen, touching it. It was even smoother than I imagined,
as supple as satin. I only pulled my hand back after adjusting the metal ornament on her navel.
Developing abs is one thing, but achieving that perfectly toned, supple beauty is incredibly difficult.
It wasn't that I didn't want to touch it, but I was afraid that if I touched it a few more times, I wouldn't be able to control myself, and… the third leg.
Looking further down, there was a pair of well-proportioned and slender jade legs, now alluringly curled up, with two round,
perky buttocks nestled between an unusually full, eerie red peach, its tempting crimson shimmering with a seductive, decadent allure
. The only flaw was a trickle of green fluid slowly seeping from the pinkish cleft.
No wonder that spirit committed 'rape' after absorbing spiritual energy; 'rape'
is a grave sin in the spirit world. Faced with such a beauty, I too felt the urge to commit a crime.
I swallowed hard, only to find my mouth parched and my throat itchy and cracked
.
"Master, forgive your disciple this once!"
I silently prayed, unable to suppress my desire any longer. I unzipped my pants, pulled
out my rock-hard penis from my underwear, and started masturbating.
Ah, so good!
The stimulation from my penis soothed my agitated nerve endings.
Wow, the girl in front of me is so beautiful, such a hot body, such beautiful skin—snow-white with a baby-like
rosy hue!
From a distance of over two meters, I licked her skin, as if savoring the smoothness.
Thinking about it, it's really pathetic. I'm so old, and I'm still a virgin! I've never even touched a girl's hand, except for that
one time I touched her lower abdomen. If only I could touch her again.
Damn it! I quickly interrupted this lewd thought; I knew one more step and I'd be on the edge of a cliff.
I quickened my hand's strokes while enduring the internal struggle.
I had barely managed to suppress the raging beast within me when, just then, the worst happened.
The girl let out a soft moan, her alluring body turning over.
I saw it! I really saw it! My God, it was much better than in porn! Was that the legendary girl's vulva
? Wow, her clitoris was so big, about the size of a peanut! Tsk tsk, her pubic mound was so sexy! Her
labia were so plump, probably engorged with blood? That ghost must have fucked her horribly!
I excitedly fantasized, a tingling sensation suddenly rising up my spine.
I quickly bit my tongue, the pain immediately restraining my surging desire.
If I ejaculated, the visual stimulation wouldn't be so intense, so I slowed
my strokes. I didn't know if I'd ever see this girl again after tonight; all I could do was try
to imprint everything before me deeply into my mind.
It wasn't just her almost stunningly beautiful face and alluring figure, but also the wild
aura she possessed that kept me hovering on the verge of climax, yet I couldn't bring myself to release that
thick stream of semen.
Suddenly, the girl let out another sleepy moan, showing signs of waking up.
Time was of the essence, and I abruptly increased the frequency and intensity of my masturbation to the limit.
People often say that lust can conquer the heavens, and the heavens are vast; if one's courage can encompass the heavens, then that courage is
unimaginably vast.
I don't know what I was thinking, but when my entire vas deferens was burning hot, I pounced
on the bed and pressed my throbbing glans against her labia.
Feeling the tip making direct contact with the sacred place I longed for most, a surge of electricity rushed to my urethral opening.
"What are you doing? Ah! It's so hot! Ouch!"
I was extremely embarrassed, shivering with pleasure as I stared speechlessly at
the complex expression on the girl's beautiful face, a mixture of shock, panic, and...pleasure!
"You, who are you?" Purple eyeshadow accentuated her alluring eyes, and in the hazy moonlight, she
tried to make out my face.
Chapter Four: Swaying and Bending
Wasn't she angry? Ah, she looked so cute with her lips pursed!
At the crucial moment, my old habit kicked in. Besides remaining silent, I immediately
sent the troublesome little bird back to its nest, but unfortunately, my still-erect desire had created a high tent in my crotch.
"How did you get in? Are you...a thief?" the girl said, shrinking back and
naturally bringing her legs together.
"No..." I was about to deny it when I heard the girl reflexively exclaim "Ah!" and then
look at me strangely, saying, "You drugged and raped me?"
"No!" I quickly shook my head.
"Don't lie, I could feel it!" the girl said seriously.
Injustice! I didn't penetrate you at all, it was a ghost doing it to you!
I wanted to say that, but sometimes the truth is the hardest to believe.
Countless silences throughout my life had made me habitually silent again, but my heart was churning with turmoil.
I'm doomed, the girl will definitely wake up her male companion.
Getting beaten up is a small matter, but being sent to the police station would completely ruin my life. Rape is no small crime; I
'd get at least ten or twenty years in prison.
"You really didn't?" After a moment of silence, the girl spoke again.
I nodded fiercely, noticing that the girl's naked body was already wrapped in a pink sheet.
"Then how did you get in? You followed me, are you a private investigator?" The girl's imagination was rich
, but one of her actions caught my attention.
As she spoke, she casually glanced at the still-snoring fat man.
Right, how could a beautiful young woman share a bed with a fat pig? Unless their relationship
was unusual, it was very likely that this girl was that fat pig's lover.
Thinking of this, a pang of sadness struck me; it was hard to imagine such a beautiful and vibrant girl willingly selling her
body.
"No, I'm not a detective, nor a thief, I'm a spirit catcher!" For some reason, my stage
fright suddenly disappeared.
Looking at the girl's astonished face, I gave a helpless bitter smile and said, "To put it simply, I catch ghosts,
uh… do you believe it?"
The girl didn't speak, just stared at me with wide eyes. I guess in her mind, I was either a Martian
or a mental patient who had just escaped from the Green Mountains.
I never believed in love at first sight before, but when I faced the girl before me, my
heart was pounding, yet my tone remained calm as I spoke words forbidden by my sect.
To gain her trust, I stepped away from the bedside and stood in the hallway, deliberately performing several visually striking
spells.
"Magic?" the girl asked, still skeptical despite her shock.
"No, it's magic!" I said earnestly.
After a moment of silence, the girl said thoughtfully, "So just now, I mean before, I wasn't dreaming,
right?"
"What dream?" I realized something.
The girl wasn't shy; she said directly, "Lately, I've felt something following me.
Sometimes I faint for no reason, and then I dream of having sex with someone. When I wake up, I feel like
a man has penetrated my genitals, just like today. Could it be... a ghost?!"
Her voice was low, almost to herself, and the last syllable trembled.
I knew it was a sign of fear.
The girl's delicate appearance could evoke a protective instinct in any male.
In her beautiful eyes, I saw terror. I said in as gentle a tone as possible, "Don't be afraid,
it's gone."
"Really?" she asked again uncertainly, her bright eyes full of expectation.
"Yes!" I nodded vigorously, then puffed out my chest in a rather smug way. Although my pectoral muscles weren't large,
I still tried my best to project a masculine image.
Silence fell again. The girl was clearly still reeling from the shock, and I didn't know what to say
to soothe her.
"Are you really good? I mean, good at catching ghosts," she suddenly asked.
"Uh… I guess I'm good," I hesitated, but still affirmed my abilities. Actually, it wasn't that I was particularly
good, but rather that the undead were just too weak. For example, if you were fully armed from head to toe, wearing a
combat suit with 100,000 volts of AC power, carrying a submachine gun, a rocket launcher, and a whole bunch of other weapons,
would you still be afraid of a wolf?
"Then can you help me drive away that ghost?" The girl's eyes were filled with anxious expectation, almost with admiration
.
"Hehe, that's what I should do," I chuckled, scratching my head.
The girl seemed to have thought of something, her eyes darting around as she asked, "Will it come back to me?"
This question hit the nail on the head. I awkwardly replied, "Yes, because it left some fluid inside you."
"Fluid? What's that?" The girl looked at me questioningly.
"It's..." I thought for a moment, but still couldn't find the right word. I couldn't exactly say it was ghost semen.
"It's... the ghost's semen left inside me?" The girl immediately revealed the secret. She even pointed
to her genitals, and as if afraid I wouldn't understand, she added, "I could feel it when it ejaculated."
Discussing such sensitive words with a girl I admired while I was a virgin made me feel
extremely embarrassed. The girl's open and generous manner only made my feelings as a little man even more ashamed.
"You could say that," I said in a low voice.
"But why haven't I noticed it each time?" Her delicate eyebrows furrowed.
"Ordinary people can't see it," I replied somewhat unnaturally. Ugh, the embarrassment of a virgin!
"Do you have a way to let me see?" The girl seemed intrigued.
"Hmm, close your eyes first." I couldn't bear to refuse, or rather, I didn't know how to refuse.
I rummaged through my 'treasure chest' and found a talisman. I imbued it with my magic and cast the spell
.
"It's done! You can probably see for about five minutes." This was my maximum magic power. I'd never
tried using it on anyone before, so I conservatively estimated five minutes.
"Wow, amazing! I can see you! Hehe, so refined~" The girl was cheerful,
glancing around as soon as she opened her eyes, giving me a good once-over.
After being exposed, I felt a little uneasy. Luckily, her assessment of me was fairly fair.
Next, the girl stuck her head under the sheet, a move that made me gasp. I wisely
turned away.
Phew, she already saw everything, why pretend to be innocent now?! I felt ashamed of my hypocrisy, but I
couldn't help wondering what the girl had seen. Was there a trickle of green sap flowing from between her alluring lips?
"How disgusting! You have to get it off, or that ghost will come after me again!" The girl's voice was
anxious.
My clever mind raced, and I came up with a plan.
"It's not difficult, but it will take time."
"How long?"
"At least a month, at most..."
"Waaah, what if it comes after me?" The girl's voice was already trembling with tears.
"Don't be afraid, I'll protect you!" I kept those words in my heart, but said aloud, "If I treat you
once a day, the effect will be much better."
"Okay, okay, will you help me?" The girl asked impatiently.
"Yes!" I replied
reflexively. "By the way, do you have any magic items that can ward off evil?" Her mesmerizing starry eyes were filled with anticipation again, and I couldn't help
but feel a surge of excitement.
Of course I had some, and I could even give them to you wholesale, but it wasn't the right time yet.
"I'll give you a string of Buddhist prayer beads." I took off the magic item my master had passed down to me from my neck and handed it to
the girl.
"Is it the most powerful?" The pretty girl took the prayer beads and immediately put them around her neck. This action caused the pink
sheet to slip down slightly, seemingly just barely supported by her firm breasts.
"Yes!" I nodded, widening my eyes to stare at those snow-white mounds.
"Will the ghost dare to come after I wear it?" The pretty girl didn't notice my momentary lapse in composure, only cautiously patting
her chest as she asked.
"Of course it won't dare to come, but if the phlegm in your body isn't completely removed, it will still find you."
Actually, after wearing the prayer beads, the phlegm would disappear completely in less than a day; I was just giving myself an excuse
.
"No, I want you to help me!" The pretty girl's voice had a special kind of coquettishness, as if she were pleading with me.
I don't know if I misunderstood, but anyway, I felt a little giddy.
"Of course, it's what I, cough, should do as cultivators." I almost gave myself away, luckily...
I reacted quickly.
The girl smiled gratefully at me and said, "Then how do I find you?"
My plan seemed to have succeeded, and I suppressed my joy, saying, "I live in XXX District, XXX Garden..."
That was company-provided dormitory for employees; the environment was nice, a relatively upscale residential area.
I shared a roommate who had studied abroad, and in less than a month, I'd already seen him bring four or five different
women back for sex.
"No way, I live there too!" the girl exclaimed excitedly. Perhaps her voice was a bit loud, 　　 because
the fat guy next to her suddenly stopped his long snores 　　.

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Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River, Chapters 1-4

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