Taoist priest goes to America

Chapter 91 Returning to the Paper Shop

The hand that Yuzu grasped was her newly regenerated right hand. Her fingers were long and slender, her palm soft and smooth, without a trace of calluses—completely unlike the hand of a professional assassin who wields a knife year-round.

That's right, these hands have only grown back a few minutes ago. Let alone calluses, even the fingerprints are still new.

"Buzz"

Ang Lee's phone vibrated in his bathrobe pocket. He released Yuzu's hand, took out his phone, and glanced at the screen. It was Fineria.

This guy sent over a dozen messages in the first half of the night, ranging from "Are you asleep?" and "Tinas is snoring" to "You looked really handsome tonight", "Goodnight" and then "Okay, I'm going to sleep too", with a message density comparable to a real-time battle report.

The phone rang again in the middle of the night, probably because I couldn't stay awake any longer and fell asleep. Now, it's only been a short while since dawn, and the phone is ringing again.

Ang Lee swiped to answer the call and put the phone to his ear.

"Ang Lee? Are you awake?" Fineria's voice came through the receiver, still sleepy. "How did you sleep last night?"

"I slept very well." Li An said without changing his expression. "What is it—"

He froze completely.

Yuzu silently stood up from the sofa at some point and walked around behind him. She pulled the collar of her loose white bathrobe to the sides and stood on the sofa, pressing her entire upper body against Li An's back.

The icy touch could be felt even through the bathrobe; her body temperature was much lower than normal, probably because she had just given birth and consumed a lot of energy.

Her soft breasts pressed against his back, squeezing them out of shape, and a cool, comfortable sensation came from where their skin touched.

Li An could feel her gently resting her chin on his shoulder, her breath brushing against his ear, carrying a faint scent of freshly showered shampoo. (ps: She had to stand on the sofa to reach it.)

Li An turned his head and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. Youxu was looking up at him, her round eyes filled with a playful smile, her lips curled up high, and she had an expression of watching a good show.

"—Ang Lee?" Fineria asked疑惑地 on the other end of the phone, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Li An replied, looking away as if nothing had happened. "I bumped my foot while answering the phone."

Yuzu laughed quietly behind him, her shoulders shaking with laughter, and her chest pressed against his back also trembled slightly.

She clearly enjoyed the fun of causing trouble.

Fineria didn't suspect anything. "Are you alright? Does your foot hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, um—it doesn't hurt."

"Come down for breakfast later. The hotel's buffet breakfast will be taken away at 10 o'clock. Tinas has already gone down. She said if you don't come soon, she will eat your portion herself."

"Okay—I'll come down right away."

"Okay, I'll wait for you. By the way, would you like coffee or orange juice? I'll pour it for you first."

,"coffee."

"Okay, come on over."

The call ended. Li An took the phone away from his ear and turned to look at Youxu.

She had already stepped back from behind him and jumped onto the windowsill at some point. She pushed the French window open halfway, letting in the morning breeze and ruffling her half-dry jellyfish-like hair.

She crouched on the windowsill, her left hand gripping the glass, and her right hand making a face at him. She pulled down her eyelids with her index and middle fingers, stuck out her tongue, and made a Japanese-style grimacing expression.

"I'm leaving now," Yuzu said. "I'll let you know when the honey trap thing is sorted out. Wait for my news, okay, little brother?"

As she finished speaking, a layer of blue-white electricity erupted from her body. Arcs of electricity leaped and spread from her bare ankles and calves to the window frame, leaving several scorch marks on the metal.

She released her grip on the glass, leaned back, and plummeted from the seventeenth-floor window. Lightning streaked across the sky, leaving a blinding trail before disappearing outside the window along with her silhouette.

Li An walked to the window and looked down. Youxu's figure was gone. He closed the window, went to the wardrobe and changed into the dark red suit he had worn back last night. The torn flesh covered the suit with an outer membrane, preventing it from getting wet.

He casually tossed his bathrobe onto the bed. As Li An put on his suit and buttoned it, the spot where the bullet hole was on his chest was brushed against, causing a sharp pain.

He looked down and saw that there was no bleeding under the bandage; the wound was healing faster than expected.

Breakfast was served in the hotel's second-floor restaurant. Fineria had changed into a light-colored dress, her hair was casually tied in a low ponytail, and she wore light makeup, looking quite energetic.

She sat by the window, with a glass of orange juice and a slice of toast with eggs in front of her, and a collection of Lu Fen's essays beside her.

When she saw Ang Lee walk into the restaurant, she raised her hand and waved to him, her bright blue eyes sparkling.

Tinas sat opposite Fineria. She looked up at Li An, her eyes filled with a weary expression that said, "I'll let it go for now."

She stuffed a piece of bacon into her mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and mumbled, "Your portion is over there, take it yourself."

Ang Lee went to the buffet table to get breakfast and came back to sit down. Fineria set out the cutlery in front of him.

Breakfast went surprisingly peacefully. Fineria didn't press the issue of the villa, but when the conversation turned to the old theater next door that was under renovation, she said to Ang Lee, "Take me to see it next time," before being interrupted by Tinas.

"Could you take care of the police at home first before making a date?"

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Fineria blushed, lowered her head, and continued eating her toast without saying anything more. Tinas, on the other hand, mentioned that the police determined it was "some kind of unidentified invasive wildlife."

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She glanced at Ang Lee when she said this, but said nothing.

After finishing his breakfast and putting down his utensils, Ang Lee looked up at the two wealthy socialites in front of him and said, "I'll go check on things for you and ask the police how their investigation is going."

As Ang Lee drove into the lane, although the area around the apartment was still blocked off by the police, his car was parked in a parking space far outside the complex and was completely unaffected.

He glanced at the rearview mirror. Chigur sat motionless in the back seat, his body covered in black fur, with large joints, sharp claws, and his eyes staring straight ahead.

That's the goal this time. Doyle and Ren Jianhua are two oddballs and their strength is really unreliable. We can't rely on Lao Bai alone to carry the load.

Qiguer is the only black-haired zombie servant in Li An's possession. Even without using the flesh-and-blood splitting technique, it possesses combat power and regenerative abilities far exceeding those of ordinary zombies.

Because of his exceptional abilities, Ang Lee needed a finely crafted amulet to quickly put into a puppet so he could carry it with him and summon it whenever needed.

At this point, you can just go and visit that old geezer Chen Houde. Anyway, Old Chen has this stuff, and you'll get a 50% discount if you go there yourself.

The car stopped in front of the paper craft shop. It was still the same deserted street, the same gray shop, with a faded curtain hanging at the door, and the three characters "Fudetang" engraved in gold traditional Chinese characters on a dark wooden board.

However, the smell in the store today is different from usual. Every time I came before, there was a strong smell of Chinese medicine wafting from the entrance.

The herbal smell was gone, replaced by a rich aroma of rice mixed with a faint milky fragrance, as if someone was cooking milk porridge.

The shop door was wide open, and that old bastard Chen Houde was squatting in the middle of the shop, holding a tattered palm-leaf fan and fanning the fire of a small charcoal stove on the ground.

An old ceramic medicine pot sat on the charcoal stove, its contents bubbling and releasing yellow bubbles, emanating the aroma of rice and milk.

The old man rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing his two thin, bony forearms. He fanned the fire while slowly stirring the pot with a bamboo chopstick, his face flushed red from the heat of the charcoal fire.

The entire paper shop was filled with the aroma of rice and milk, completely masking the original smell of paper money and medicine.