NOVPUBChen Nan was sleeping, but suddenly felt a warm and tight embrace enveloping him.
It was as if he had entered a warm space.
Not only that, but there was also a strong suction force.
He opened his eyes subconsciously and saw Yang Ruoshui sitting astride his waist, her face full of allure, with her long hair casually draped around, giving off a lazy yet charming vibe.
Seeing Chen Nan wake up, the blush on Yang Ruoshui’s face intensified, and she breathed, "Did I disturb your beautiful dream?"
Chen Nan showed a faint smile and said, "You are my dream of spring." As he spoke, he reached out his hands and grasped her firm and tender breasts, the hot yet soft sensation making him reluctant to let go.
Yang Ruoshui, too, moaned like the sound of heavenly music under Chen Nan’s gentle caresses and fondling.
Just like that,
the two began a warm and romantic morning tryst.
After more than an hour of lovemaking,
both wore satisfied expressions and together entered the bathroom to take a shower.
After they came out of the shower,
the takeout Yang Ruoshui had ordered also arrived, and the two enjoyed a hearty breakfast with an indescribably warm atmosphere.
After breakfast, Chen Nan drove steadily, taking Yang Ruoshui to Jizhou Prison.
Before the car had fully stopped, Yang Ruoshui’s gaze was drawn to a figure at the prison’s entrance.
It was a prison guard, pacing anxiously outside with eyes darting continuously towards the approaching car.
As soon as Yang Ruoshui stepped out of the car, the guard, as if seeing a savior, hurried forward and said urgently, "Boss, you finally arrived."
"What happened?" Yang Ruoshui asked softly with a slight frown.
In front of Chen Nan, she was a gentle and passionate companion,
but once she switched to her professional role, she seemed to transform into another person, exuding an aura that was both dominant and indifferent, her cold demeanor keeping others at bay.
The reason Chen Nan liked Yang Ruoshui was precisely because of these two distinctly different and unconventional aspects of her.
The guard looked tense, with beads of sweat even forming on his forehead, and he said with a trembling voice, "Wu Mazi... Wu Mazi isn’t doing well, he’s been urgently taken to the medical room."
"What?" Yang Ruoshui’s pupils shrank suddenly, a flash of surprise crossing her eyes.
Clearly, Wu Mazi’s incident had caught her completely off-guard.
At that moment, Chen Nan got out of the car, and seeing the grave expressions on their faces, he couldn’t help but ask, "Can I help with anything?"
Yang Ruoshui nodded slightly and said quietly, "Let’s go to the medical room first!" With that, she quickened her pace towards the inside of the prison, and Chen Nan hurriedly followed.
On their way to the medical room, Yang Ruoshui explained Wu Mazi’s background to Chen Nan.
Jizhou Prison was built seventy years ago.
And Wu Mazi was a highly unusual figure in the history of the prison—he was Jizhou Prison’s very first inmate.
Rumor had it that for some unknown reason, he had brutally killed thirteen people.
For that reason, he was sentenced to life imprisonment and thus spent many long years within these prison walls.
That year, he was fifty years old.
"Could it be that Wu Mazhen has already lived to be 120 years old?" After listening to Yang Ruoshui’s story, Chen Nan couldn’t help but inhale sharply, his eyes filled with horror.
He found it hard to imagine how a person could survive for so long in the environment of a prison.
"If I remember correctly, in half a month it will be Wu Mazhen’s 120th birthday. I didn’t expect... that he ultimately hadn’t managed to live past two cycles of the sixty-year calendar," Yang Ruoshui sighed softly, her words tinged with a hint of regret.
Chen Nan responded with a wry smile, "Indeed, the average lifespan of our people is only about seventy years. Living past two cycles of sixty years is easier said than done."
While they were talking, Yang Ruoshui had brought Chen Nan to the infirmary.
As they pushed open the door, a strong smell of disinfectant rushed toward them.
At the same time, a skinny old man came into view.
Wu Mazhen looked like a withered tree, his sallow skin clinging to his bones, old age spots like decayed bark.
His sparse and disheveled hair was gray and lifeless.
Deep wrinkles on his forehead like gorges, his eye sockets sunken, his eyes murky and yellow, his gaze empty and eerie.
His cheeks emaciated and sunken, cheekbones protruding, nose shrunken and dry, nostrils dark and terrifyingly hollow, his breathing chill-inducing.
His lips chapped, his teeth dark yellow and broken; the entire person seemed like an evil spirit emanating from a dried corpse, chilling to the bone.
The moment Chen Nan’s gaze met Wu Mazhen’s, he suddenly felt the Gu insect sealed within him, as if responding to some strong summons, began frantically struggling.
That Gu insect seemed to possess a tremendous force sufficient to break the seal and escape from his body, rampaging through his Dantian.
Each impact was like tumultuous waves crashing against a dam, turning Chen Nan’s face deathly pale in an instant, cold sweat streaming down his forehead, a look of agony spreading across his face.
Bearing the severe pain, Chen Nan quickly recited the "Scripture of the Hidden Talisman," trying to suppress the Gu insect.
His lips trembled slightly, muttering under his breath.
As the scripture flowed in his mind, his True Qi slowly circulated, resembling tenacious ropes that wrapped around the frenzied Gu insect, exerting much effort to finally quiet it down.
"Is it you?" From the depths of Wu Mazhen’s vacant eyes, a chilling cold emitted, seemingly capable of freezing the surrounding air.
His voice sounded like sandpaper rubbing together, harsh and grating. That voice, entering one’s ears, was enough to make one’s scalp tingle.
"What exactly are you?" The chill in Wu Mazhen’s eyes grew sharper, like sharp blades made of ice, "Why are you able to seal my Gu insect?"
He glared fiercely at Chen Nan, his gaze venomous, like tangible arrows aiming to pierce Chen Nan with thousands upon his heart.
If looks could kill, Chen Nan would likely have been torn to pieces at that moment.
Before Chen Nan could respond, Yang Ruoshui’s icy voice exploded like thunder.
Her face frosty, flames of anger burning in her eyes, teeth clenched tight, she said each word distinctly, "Is it you who has been using my body to cultivate Gu?"
Wu Mazhen didn’t answer Yang Ruoshui’s question; his angry gaze fixed on Chen Nan, a bitter smile emerging in his eyes, "Unexpectedly, after decades of effort, I end up benefiting you!"
"Perhaps, this is fate indeed!"
Yang Ruoshui demanded coldly, "Wu Mazhen, what do you mean by that?"
Chen Nan, also full of curiosity, furrowed his brow, hoping to kill the Gu insect inside him yet lacking the strength to eliminate it quickly.
To him, the presence of that Gu insect posed a great threat.
Yet, he couldn’t understand why Wu Mazhen would say that decades of effort were ultimately for his own benefit.
Could it be that this Gu insect was some kind of treasure?
