Huh? Isn't This A Galgame?

Just a short while ago, when it came to matters between men and women, Yu Shouling was as innocent as a blank sheet of paper. During "Midsummer Night's Dream," in a moment of excitement, Wen Nan subconsciously tried to kiss her lips. She would be so frightened that she'd turn her face to the side, looking at Wen Nan in horror, as if afraid he might poison her.

At that time, Wen Nan patiently explained to her that it was a way they expressed affection. Yu Shouling furrowed her brows in disbelief, asking, "Why are men so keen on transferring something from their bodies to women's bodies? Isn't that strange?"

At that moment, Wen Nan was left speechless by her question.

But now, after just one night of intimate exchange, she had already learned to flirt with Wen Nan, even skillfully pecking his lips.

It was as if he had watched a sapling he planted swiftly grow into a towering tree, bearing bright red fruits, and Wen Nan harvested those fruits and tasted his "hard-earned results," feeling both body and mind satisfied.

The two kissed passionately, ignoring anyone around them.

Yu Shouling, a bit out of breath, was forced to pull back from Wen Nan.

Wen Nan asked her, "How do you plan to deal with them?"

Just moments ago, Yu Shouling had been grieving for her departed companions, but now she calmly said, "Of course, refine them."

Wen Nan: ?

Yu Shouling leaned in and whispered in Wen Nan's ear, "Their bodies have been nurtured by large doses of [Eve Varieties] over many years. It wasn't easy for them to form. They're well-marinated. The ingredients inside are precious and can be recycled. Not a single drop should be wasted."

Wen Nan chuckled.

It was evident that Yu Shouling cared for her companions, but not much.

To her, the most important things were probably Alchemy and various potions.

Speaking of "remains," Wen Nan thought of another matter and asked, "By the way, did you also deal with Little W. and those chopsticks that choked TA in the third-floor reception room?"

Yu Shouling shook her head, "There were no recyclable components in there, so I handed them over to Lu Yi when he asked for them."

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In a dimly lit, enclosed room, a man sat at a table, hunched over with a pair of tweezers in his hand, carefully piecing together fragments of broken porcelain.

His hands, which were adept with a scalpel, were steady, and the piecing work went smoothly.

It didn't take him much time to perfectly piece together the base of a long-neck vase, previously shattered into many pieces. In the center of the round vase bottom, surrounded by snowflake patterns, was engraved the "Ying" character.

Staring at the vase bottom for a while, the man raised a hand, his thumb gently rubbing over the slightly raised texture of the "Ying" character, then his lips curled into a somewhat morbid smile,

"Xiao Xue, I know your secret now. It's fine. I won't let you disappear so easily. I will... imprint you on my body forever."

As he spoke, the man removed the glasses from his nose, then sat up straight, unbuttoned his shirt, and took it off, revealing a muscular chest.

Next, he took a scalpel from the row of tools on the table and aimed it at his chest, moving down toward his abdomen.

Just as the blade was about to touch the skin—

Thud, thud, thud.

A series of knocks on the door startled the man, causing his hand to shake and a small cut to appear on his skin, with blood soon seeping out.

Frowning, the man looked toward the door and asked in a deep voice, "Who is it?"

"Doctor Lu, my friend isn't feeling well. Could you take a look at his condition?"

It was the voice of the man named Ye Jiu.

He didn't want to open the door, didn't want to be interrupted at such a crucial moment, but the man outside, who had managed to show up with Yu Shouling long after the fact, was clearly quite close with the manor's mistress.

Lu Yi didn't dare risk offending him, especially now when the entire manor was engulfed in mutual suspicion and turmoil. It was best not to create extra trouble.

"I have something to finish with my hands. Please wait a moment."

After Lu Yi spoke, he quickly stood up, hastily buttoned his shirt, carefully placed the pieced-together snowflake porcelain vase bottom into a safe, locked it, and tidied up all the various tools on the table.

Turning around to open the door, Lu Yi's peripheral vision caught sight of a broken pair of black chopsticks and two blood-stained Totoro teeth on the shelf in the corner. He hurriedly turned back to gather those two items.

Throughout the process, he cautiously glanced toward the door but heard no movement. The person outside seemed surprisingly patient and didn't rush him despite the long wait.

Once he had stored all the suspicious items, Lu Yi stood up, casually tidied his clothes, and walked quickly to open the door.

The man named Ye Jiu stood at the entrance, supporting another tall and burly man. Lu Yi recalled that this one seemed to be named Luo Wei.

Luo Wei had droopy eyelids and leaned on the other man's arm, appearing feeble and letting out pained groans.

But with Lu Yi's sharpness, he almost immediately guessed that the man was faking it—this person wasn't sick; he just wanted an excuse to make him open the door.

And not far behind them, three other people were vaguely hiding behind a wall, peeking out and constantly glancing in their direction.

That posture clearly marked them as other guests.

What exactly was this group planning to do?

In the stalemate, the man named Ye Jiu spoke up, "Doctor Lu, could you take a look at my friend?"

As Ye Jiu spoke, he gave Lu Yi a gentle, harmless smile.

Something seemed to hit Lu Yi's heart, forcing him to admit that this man had a strong allure, making it hard for him to look away.

Lu Yi nodded, stepped aside, and made way, "Help him in and have a seat."

The man supported his companion, walking past Lu Yi. As they brushed by, his steps halted, and his gaze fell on Lu Yi's waist and abdomen.

Following his gaze, Lu Yi saw that the blood from an earlier cut had stained his shirt red at some point.

Raising his hand to cover the bloodstain, Lu Yi said, "Sit on the chair over there."

The other withdrew his gaze and helped his companion sit at the table.

Lu Yi pulled up a chair and sat across from them, inquiring, "What's the problem?"

"Doctor, I'm incredibly dizzy," Luo Wei exaggeratedly said, then lifted his hand, touching the back of Lu Yi's right hand, where a strange sensation immediately spread.

There seemed to be some kind of protruding tissue, even with... barbs?

Lu Yi looked at the hand placed on his, unsure of what lay hidden beneath. Just as he was about to ask, the man on the other side lifted his hand to touch the back of his left hand.

"Doctor, could my friend have a heatstroke?"

Lu Yi's gaze moved from his left hand to his right, then lifted to dart between the faces of the two men.

He couldn't shake the feeling that the atmosphere was very strange, leaving him caught in a dilemma.

Just as he was intently studying their faces, a sudden sharp pain came from the back of his hand.

Lu Yi looked at the man named Ye Jiu in disbelief—

The other guy was actually sticking him with a needle!