Qin Dynasty: They've all turned into zombies, what's there to fear about a rebellion?

"laugh--"

With a piercing screech, like a red-hot iron being plunged into cold water, a thick cloud of white mist instantly rose above the huge wooden barrel.

Ice water doesn't cool you down instantly, especially when you're facing a "human walking furnace" whose body temperature is about to exceed human limits. Yu Ji was completely immersed in the half-melted ice water. Her lips, which had been frozen and turned slightly purple, turned bright red like blood the next second due to the surging heat inside her body.

"It's hot...so hot..."

She waved her arms unconsciously, her once-white dance costume now soaked through and clinging to her body, outlining breathtaking curves. The ice blocks slammed against the tub, making a crisp, clattering sound, which, mixed with her suppressed, tearful gasps, echoed in the empty ice cellar, sending chills down one's spine.

Su Ming wiped the water droplets from his face and stomped his feet anxiously as he looked at Yu Ji's still rising temperature (system panel).

"Physical cooling is not enough! The core reactor is still burning!"

This [Love Flower Corpse Poison] is practically a biological weapon. It can't be suppressed by just being cold on the outside and hot on the inside. We have to guide out that evil fire, otherwise this extremely yin body will be burned into a useless body sooner or later.

"There's no other way; we have to resort to other methods!"

Su Ming gritted his teeth and pulled out the set of silver needles he usually used to unblock the meridians of zombies from his pocket. These things were originally used for the dead; they were thick and long, and using them to prick living people was somewhat cruel.

But saving lives is the priority, so we can't worry about anything else!

"Girl, bear with it! This injection might sting a bit!"

Su Ming pressed down on Yu Ji's fidgeting shoulder with one hand, his gaze sharp as lightning, locking onto the Guanyuan acupoint below her lower abdomen. That was the place where primordial yin gathered, and also the core of the accumulated toxins.

"Go!"

The silver needle pierced the air and pierced firmly.

"ah--!"

Yu Ji suddenly tilted her head back and let out a high-pitched and shrill scream. The sound was mixed with pain, pleasure, and a strange tremor that made people blush.

As the needle was inserted, her previously tense body trembled violently, and the strange pinkish flush under her skin began to slowly flow along the direction of the silver needle.

"efficient!"

Su Ming's eyes lit up, and he didn't dare to stop. The silver needles in his hand fell like raindrops. Qihai, Sanyinjiao, Shenque... every needle was inserted into a key acupoint.

In order to guide the medicinal power, he had to circulate the corpse energy in his body, pressing his hands tightly against Yu Ji's back and sides to "conduct energy" through physical contact.

As a result, the scene became extremely indescribable.

The dimly lit ice cellar was shrouded in mist.

Su Ming was covered in sweat, his clothes disheveled (from being pulled by Yu Ji), his hands roaming over Yu Ji's body (applying acupuncture and massage), constantly shouting, "Relax! Don't clench! Let the energy flow through!"

Yu Ji slumped against the edge of the wooden tub, her long hair wet and disheveled, her eyes glazed over, and she kept emitting moaning sounds that could break even a saint's guard.

"Hmm...no...it's too deep there..." (referring to the depth of the silver needle)

"It needs to be this deep! How can it detox if it's not deep enough!"

Su Ming was shouting enthusiastically, completely immersed in the sacred feeling of "saving lives," and did not notice at all that a purple figure had appeared by the door of the ice cellar that he had kicked down.

Shao Siming was just passing by.

She had just finished practicing the "Zombie Yoga" taught by Su Ming and felt her meridians were flowing smoothly. She was thinking of coming to the ice cellar to find some ice to cool down her temper and also to see what the so-called "extreme yin body" actually looked like.

As a result, she witnessed a scene she would never forget for the rest of her life.

The man who usually spouted "science" and "data" was now on top of a woman soaking wet, his movements rough and his body drenched in sweat. And the woman was screaming even more agonizingly than when she was tortured at the Yin-Yang School, yet there was an indescribable...

The expression on Shao Siming's perpetually icy face cracked instantly.

She stood at the doorway, unsure whether to go in or back. In her pale purple eyes, disdain, shock, and a hint of inexplicable irritation were intertwined.

"This... is what you call scientific research?"

The cold voice pierced through the mist, like a bucket of liquid nitrogen poured over Su Ming's head.

Su Ming froze, mechanically turning his head.

Shao Siming was standing with her arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe. She didn't make a move, nor did she exude murderous intent; she simply watched him quietly, her eyes conveying two unspoken words—

Scumbag.

"No! Let me explain!"

Su Ming was so startled that his hand trembled, and he almost broke the silver needle. He stood up in a panic, pointed at Yu Ji in the wooden tub, then at the needle in his hand, gesturing incoherently to name it.

"This is acupuncture! Do you understand acupuncture? I'm detoxifying her!"

"She drank that drug used for zombie breeding! If I don't save her, she'll explode!"

"This is called the principle of thermodynamic exchange! It utilizes the temperature difference between ice and water and the thermal conductivity of silver needles..."

Su Ming was sweating profusely, trying to use profound scientific theories to clear his name.

However, Shao Siming merely glanced at Yu Ji, who was still unconsciously writhing in the water, and then at Su Ming's hand, which was still wet.

"oh."

She responded softly.

This single word may not be very offensive, but it is extremely insulting.

That "keep making things up, I'll just watch your performance" attitude is even more infuriating than directly scolding him.

"What kind of look is that? I'm truly innocent!" Su Ming broke down. "I'm the Imperial Advisor! I have professional ethics!"

Shao Siming ignored him and turned to leave.

In the instant she turned away, she uttered a casual remark that drifted on the wind to Su Ming's ears:

"Your stamina is good."

"puff--"

Su Ming almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

destroyed.

This is completely ruined.

With the previous "forcibly taking Shao Siming" and the subsequent "battle with Yu Ji in the ice cellar," Su Ming's title of "the number one lecher of Qin" is now firmly welded to his head, and he can't take it off even if he wants to!

"What a tragedy!"

Su Ming looked up at the sky and sighed, but dared not chase after him. He could only turn around angrily and vent his anger on the silver needles in his hand.

"I'll stab you to death! That'll teach you to drink those random drugs! That'll teach you to ruin my reputation!"

……

It took most of the night to get things done.

It wasn't until the eastern sky began to lighten and the ice in the wooden bucket had completely melted into lukewarm water that Yu Ji's body finally felt the heat subside.

The pinkish flush faded, replaced by the pallor of blood loss.

Su Ming was so exhausted, as if he had just finished a marathon, that he didn't even want to move a finger. After confirming that Yu Ji's vital signs were stable, he lay down on the steps next to the wooden tub, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

too tired.

This kind of micro-operation, which requires controlling both force and precision, is more demanding than fighting Gai Nie.

I don't know how much time passed.

A ray of blinding sunlight shone through the crack in the door and fell directly on Yu Ji's face.

Her long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and Yu Ji slowly opened her eyes.

My head is splitting with pain.

My memories are fragmented, leaving only scattered and shameful pieces: a pink world, a feverish body, and the heavy breathing of a man...

"Where...am I?"

Yu Ji sat up in a daze, only to find herself soaking in a large wooden tub, her clothes clinging tightly to her body, the sticky feeling making her extremely uncomfortable.

She subconsciously looked down.

Then, she saw Su Ming sleeping soundly by the bucket.

That evil Taoist priest!

Memories of last night flooded back in an instant—she seemed to have hugged this man? Called him Brother Xiang? And even begged him…

"ah--!!!"

A scream loud enough to pierce the sky and shatter tiles suddenly exploded in the ice cellar.

Su Ming was jolted awake by the sonic weapon, and he sprang up from the ground, staring blankly at the woman in the bucket with her hands covering her chest and her face full of terror.

"What happened? Did the oven explode? Or have the Huns invaded?"

"Su Ming! You beast!"

Tears welled up in Yu Ji's eyes. She grabbed a water ladle from the bucket and threw it at him, shouting, "What have you done to me?! I... I don't want to live anymore!"

"What did I do?"

Su Ming caught the water ladle, sporting dark circles under his eyes and looking grumpy from just being woken up. "Big sister, I saved your life! I almost froze to death trying to cool you down! Do you know how expensive my house call fees are?"

"You...you..."

Looking at the dense needle marks on her body and then at Su Ming's self-righteous demeanor, Yu Ji felt dizzy and disoriented.

That night, a lone man and woman, a bucket, and they were soaked...

Even if nothing really happened, if word gets out, how will she ever face anyone? How will she ever face Xiang Yu?

"Stop yelling, save your energy."

Su Ming rubbed his temples, listening to the hurried footsteps outside, and sighed helplessly, "Well, judging from this noise, our 'scandal' has probably already reached His Majesty's ears."

"Get ready for social death."