Chapter 5

Ouyang Yun hid under the bed of the white-haired female ghost, his original intention being to covet her wealth, with a bit of curiosity added. However, he never expected to wait for half a night and encounter such an extraordinary event.

Chen Jian and his group originally intended to kill him to silence him, but as the saying goes, "While the mantis is about to catch the cicada, the oriole is already behind." They didn't expect to attract five Japanese people. Japanese ninjas are a special existence. Ouyang Yun didn't know if they were as amazing as depicted in comics, but as long as something can reasonably exist, it has its value and reason for being. It seems that ninjas indeed have their unique skills in tracking and assassination. Chen Jian and his group had already been under surveillance, which led to today's tragedy. From their conversation, it was clear that this wasn't their first encounter, indicating that there was some entanglement between the two sides—could it be about this batch of wealth?!

Ouyang Yun put away his gun, looked at the bodies and bloodstains on the ground, and realized he had stumbled into a murky situation of unknown depth, feeling quite distressed. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and he looked up to see a flying dagger shooting towards him.

He was startled and quickly fell backward.

The dagger grazed his cheek and embedded itself in the bed frame with a "thud," the coldness making his entire body break out in goosebumps. After rolling on the ground, he looked up to see "Phoenix Liusu" with bloodshot eyes, two streaks of blood and tears streaming down her face from the corners of her eyes. Her left hand was still in the position of throwing a dart, and her right hand slowly lowered her "big brother" "Northeast Tiger." Then, she grabbed a short sword and charged over with disheveled hair.

The scar on her face was already terrifying, and with the two red streaks, bloodshot eyes, and a mad tiger-like expression, even Ouyang Yun, who had seen through life and death and was physiologically in his seventies, was frightened.

He quickly got up and shouted, "What are you doing? Are you crazy?"

White Liusu didn't respond, only thrusting the short sword at him recklessly.

"Damn!" Ouyang Yun saw that she only attacked and didn't defend, realizing she might be under some kind of shock. Her "big brother" was likely her lover. He felt some sympathy for her, but her attacks were so fierce, targeting his vital points, putting him in a very dangerous and awkward position.

He used every embarrassing move he could think of—rolling like a lazy donkey, running like a rat, even crawling through pants—but gradually, he realized that this woman wasn't just venting or confused; she was genuinely trying to kill him.

He accidentally got a cut on his face, and then she seemed to find his face an easy target, aiming her sword at it repeatedly. Ouyang Yun, a modern man who valued his face more than his life, couldn't control his anger and shouted, "Damn, if you don't stop, I'll lose it!" He thought, "Is she jealous of my good looks, deliberately trying to disfigure me—what a freak!"

Was Ouyang Yun handsome? That was a matter of personal opinion. As for why White Liusu kept aiming at his face, the answer was simple: he was wearing a bulletproof vest, and her short sword couldn't penetrate it. She wasn't crazy or stupid; she knew to pick the soft spots.

Using the lazy donkey roll again, Ouyang Yun jumped onto the bed and shouted, "Damn, if you keep playing, don't blame me for being ruthless!" The woman's short sword was a fine weapon, incredibly sharp. It easily cut through his belt, and if not for the bulletproof vest, his stomach would have been punctured. This belt had once been offered 2000 RMB, showing its durability and beauty. He gritted his teeth, thinking that if he didn't act soon, he might be crippled today. He wasn't unfamiliar with being ruthless. Although, this "flower" was a bit forced. He held his pants up with both hands, kicked out with his feet, and his right foot hit her wrist. The mountain boots and flesh collided, and the latter naturally suffered.

The woman groaned in pain, and the short sword fell from her hand. Ouyang Yun kicked the hilt of the short sword, sending it to the ceiling beam.

The pain from her right wrist spread to her brain, and she held it with her left hand, groaning again. Ouyang Yun's kick was merciless, almost breaking her hand bone. Her right hand immediately swelled and turned red. The pain made her more rational, the bloodshot in her eyes fading, and her gaze became cold, staring at Ouyang Yun with even more hatred.

White Liusu had every reason to hate Ouyang Yun—Chen Jian's death was enough. After her disfigurement, only Chen Big Brother treated her the same as before, no, even better. Her maidenly reserve prevented her from expressing her feelings, but in her heart, she had already considered Chen Jian her only reliance in life. "Fengzhai" had never had any incidents in the past six months, but this person moved in and attracted the Japanese. Traitors should be punished by all. She didn't think that if Ouyang Yun were really a traitor, he wouldn't have killed those Japanese.

"Give me back my Big Brother Chen!" She shouted, inserted her hands into her pockets, and when she pulled them out, her ten fingers were fitted with sharp finger guards. The finger guards were about three inches long, gleaming like ten sharp daggers. She gritted her teeth, ignoring the pain in her right hand, and lunged at Ouyang Yun, her left hand grabbing for his crotch and her right hand extending, the five nails like five sharp blades aiming for his throat.

Her move was extremely vicious, disregarding any martial arts morals. Ouyang Yun gasped, thinking it was bad. Was Northeast Tiger really her lover? Women could do anything for love. He was still on the bed and couldn't dodge, so he kicked off with his feet and pushed with his hands, leaping up, his buttocks reaching the head of the bed.

White Liusu didn't even touch his clothes, shouted in anger, and grabbed his left foot, pulling him off the bed.

The finger guards were sharp and hard, leaving several scratches on Ouyang Yun's left ankle, making him shudder in pain. He was furious and shouted as he fell, "Do you have any sense of reason, woman? I saved you, and you turn around to harm me! If you keep this up, I'll shoot you!"

White Liusu grunted, took her hands off his ankle, and grabbed for his throat, her right knee bending to press down on his crotch.

"Damn! You freak!" Ouyang Yun yelled—this woman was completely unreasonable. When she had the short sword, she liked to slash his face, and now she was using all kinds of low tactics. He couldn't dodge in time; his throat couldn't be grabbed, and the finger guards were not toys. His crotch couldn't be compromised either. In a panic, he thought about shooting her but didn't have time to—just fight. Ignoring the sharpness of the finger guards, he spread his hands to meet hers, lifting his left foot to block her right knee.

In a flash, their twenty fingers interlocked, and their knees pressed together. White Liusu pressed her full weight on his left knee, and her left knee aimed for his crotch.

Ouyang Yun yelled, "Harassment!" He straightened his left knee, and she lost her balance, her left knee almost touching his sensitive area. Afraid she would take advantage, he quickly wrapped his right foot around her buttocks, holding her tightly to prevent her from gaining space to continue her attack. Next, their feet entangled—well, your leg around mine, my leg around yours, they were tightly pressed together in a very unseemly, ambiguous, but absolutely classic pose.

Originally, Ouyang Yun was much stronger than her and could have taken the upper hand, like flipping her over. He did have that thought, after all, a man being pinned by a woman was very damaging to his pride. However, the finger guards were coated with poison, and gradually, his left leg became numb and unresponsive. He was shocked, thinking he was going to die. The most poisonous thing in the world is a woman's heart, and he never expected her nails to be so toxic.

White Liusu, not intentionally pressing him, initially struggled, but gradually realized that the more she struggled, the more intimate certain sensitive parts of her body became with his. Her maidenly reserve made her cautious, and she struggled to keep her body away from the smelly man. She thought the poison from the scratch on his left foot should have taken effect—just a little more patience.

Time slowly passed, and Ouyang Yun, who thought he was going to die, was surprised to find that although his left leg was still numb and he had lost some strength, he could still resist. It seemed he wouldn't die.

He didn't know that the drugs and saline he had taken during special training had given his body many antibodies. The poison on White Liusu's finger guards was a snake venom called "Seven Steps Down," and she was very confident in it. But after waiting for a while, seeing the smelly man still staring at her, she didn't know why. Remembering how the short sword had felt like hitting leather when it stabbed him, she thought he must have practiced some internal martial arts, making him impervious to weapons and poisons. Now, he was just taking advantage of her, which made her nervous, and she struggled to break free.

Ouyang Yun wouldn't let her, and they struggled fiercely. To an outsider, it looked more like a passionate embrace than a life-and-death struggle.

After a while, both were exhausted and had to stay in their positions, breathing heavily.

This situation was not what either of them had anticipated. Their faces were only about five to six centimeters apart, and their heavy breathing sprayed directly onto each other's faces—this was because White Liusu deliberately raised her head. Their hands were locked, and their legs were entangled. Her body was pressed against his, her chest pressing on his, and she didn't know about the bulletproof vest, so the smelly man felt a bit dull and rough, gradually blushing with shame. Both had large eyes, but there was no affection in them.

This pose was very ambiguous, even though they were enemies. But don't forget, they were also healthy young men and women. Their breaths mixed, and Ouyang Yun felt fine—the woman's figure was good, but the bulletproof vest made it less intense, and the scar on her face was like a fly in a delicious dish, making him lose his appetite. However, White Liusu felt differently. Her chest was very sensitive, pressed against his chest, and his breath made her body react, becoming firm. She tried to control her thoughts, but her deep-seated hatred was fading, and the unfamiliar male body became endearing and hateful, making her breathing heavier, her body warmer, and her hands sweaty—this was a cruel torture for her.

Finally, she couldn't bear it and said, "Let me go."

Her voice had returned to its natural tone, a bit hoarse, with a magnetic resonance, very distinctive and flavorful. However, Ouyang Yun wasn't in the mood to appreciate it. The girl wasn't heavy, but being pressed on him for a long time affected his blood circulation, and he was already numb from the poison.

He coldly said, "No way. I saved you, and you don't even thank me, let alone repay me. I've never seen such a vicious woman!" Seeing her face turn a sickly red and her eyes filled with shame, he guessed something and added, "Don't worry, even if you weren't disfigured, I wouldn't be interested." He glanced at her and smiled, "But your figure is nice."

"You!" White Liusu's breathing became more rapid, and the two soft mounds on her chest became more vivid, the bulletproof vest no longer hiding their charm. He felt a surge of heat in his lower abdomen, and a certain part of his body began to swell. He cursed, thinking, "Damn, to react to such a face, I must be a real pervert."

The woman felt the change in his lower body, became even more ashamed and angry, and wriggled, which only made his reaction stronger. She almost broke down, tears streaming down her face, and she shouted, "If it weren't for you, my big brother wouldn't have died. I won't let you go, and you'll regret it!"

"Don't move! Damn, saving you is a curse! I swear, you're seducing me!" Ouyang Yun's voice was even louder. The fire in his belly had almost died down with the help of the dead bodies and the scar on her face, but her wriggling was like pouring gasoline on the fire, making it burn fiercely again. His body's certain part, no longer under his control, sprang out like a bayonet. Thinking of himself as a virgin, he felt his pride as a handsome man severely damaged and couldn't help but lash out.

White Liusu, hearing his shout, finally understood what was happening, her face turning ashen, and she didn't dare move.

Time seemed to stop, but it didn't stay. They had been fighting to the death a moment ago, but now they had a common goal. The woman didn't dare move, and the man, looking at the dead bodies and the scar, took a few deep breaths, finally calming his body's urges.

After a while, a rooster crowed, and they both turned to look out the window. The yard was starting to brighten, and the buildings nearby were becoming visible.

White Liusu's neck, supporting her head for a long time, had become numb. Finally, it couldn't hold up, and her head fell forward. She was both ashamed and anxious but had no choice, so she turned her head away from Ouyang Yun and rested it on his shoulder.

This made their pose even more ambiguous, as if they were sleeping together.

"Hey, are you taking advantage of me?!" Ouyang Yun shouted, regaining his confidence after escaping the "awkward" situation. White Liusu noticed that he hadn't slept at all since the beginning.

Special forces often had emergency drills, and staying up all night wasn't a big deal for him.

White Liusu didn't expect him to be so shameless, feeling both ashamed and angry, her teeth grinding. She suddenly pulled her hands, almost breaking free from Ouyang Yun's "clutches."

Ouyang Yun was startled, thinking if she got free and scratched his face, he would be dead. He quickly tightened his fingers and used his legs, no longer in the mood for jokes. Suddenly, he yelled, "Ouch!" as she bit his neck.

"Damn, are you a dog?!" Ouyang Yun yelled and started cursing. They struggled again, and in the end, he sacrificed a piece of skin on his neck for a witty remark, ending this "small-scale battle."

Fortunately, the woman was shorter than him, and his neck was already numb, so her bite wasn't deep. Otherwise, if she had bitten his carotid artery, he would have been a goner.

"Damn, if you bite me again, I'll bite your nose!" Ouyang Yun said fiercely, still feeling a bit scared.

White Liusu panted heavily, ignoring him.

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