Chapter 297 - 132 Chen Jie: Madam, You are Playing with Fire_6

At this moment, Huang Wan’er said, "Mr. Chen, come back in seven days and I can give you the Spirit Transformation Grass."

Huang Wan’er gazed at Chen Jie, and he understood the look in her eyes.

Seven days later, she was planning another visit to Avici Hell and even offered the exorbitant price of Spirit Transformation Grass.

Being able to study the mystical character for "kun" and with the chance to obtain Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, if he did not come, he’d truly be a fool.

Though this woman was a bit mad, she indeed was breathtakingly beautiful.

If it weren’t for the dangerous Nan Batian, he would have liked to visit the lady more often.

It wasn’t that he was too beastly; it was simply that the Gang Leader’s wife was offering way too much.

A prescription and Spirit Transformation Grass – what wasn’t there to be satisfied with?

At that moment, Chen Jie felt immensely relieved that he did not choose to kill the wife; otherwise, he would have suffered a great loss.

Thinking thus, Huang Wan’er looked at Chen Jie and chuckled, "So, are you able to move now?"

Chen Jie said, "Yes, I can."

Huang Wan’er said, "Then, please, Mr. Chen, help me put on my clothes. I can hardly move."

Seeing this, Chen Jie said, "It would be my honor."

After saying that, he began to dress madam, one piece of clothing after another. At that moment, the lady stared at the canopy above and suddenly burst into giggles.

"Hehe..."

Chen Jie, startled, asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Huang Wan’er seriously looked at Chen Jie and said, "Mr. Chen, do you think it would be very interesting if I told Nan Batian about today’s events?"

Cold sweat broke out on Chen Jie’s forehead. Was she going insane again?

Informing Nan Batian would probably lead to Bone Breaking and being reduced to ashes – not even leaving behind any remains.

"Madam, please don’t. It wouldn’t be interesting at all."

Chen Jie tried to persuade her.

Yet Huang Wan’er smiled and said, "Mr. Chen, it would be very interesting. I can already picture his madness, and at the height of his fury when he wants to torture me, I would take poison and die in front of him. Watching my corpse, he’d be impotently furious, hehehe... too interesting, too interesting."

"Madam, hold on. He would surely defile your corpse, even feed it to dogs. Madam, please reconsider!"

Upon hearing these words, Huang Wan’er giggled, "It doesn’t matter. The Buddha said the body is nothing but a stinking sack of skin. Let him do as he wishes."

"No, that bald old Buddha has no good intentions, either. He also said that the pleasures of men and women are like Avici Hell. I cannot gratify his wishes. So what about self-immolation with kerosene?"

"In the roaring flames, listening to Nan Batian’s roar and fury would also be a kind of pleasure, right?"

"Mr. Chen, what do you think?"

Huang Wan’er looked at Chen Jie.

Chen Jie contemplated for a moment and said, "Madam..."

At that point, Huang Wan’er turned her head and said, "Ah... It would be thrilling, but then you would die, and I can’t bear the thought of you dying. What should I do?"

Chen Jie responded, "Madam, is there a possibility that we never tell Nan Batian?"

"Then how would I enjoy seeing him in pain? Not a good suggestion."

Chen Jie said, "What if we wait some time? Think about it, madam, every time you visit Avici Hell, you could imagine placing a green hat on Nan Batian’s head."

"A green hat? Why green?"

Chen Jie explained, "Madam, what color do you imagine a turtle being?"

"Every time we meet at Avici Hell, you can imagine turning Nan Batian into a turtle. Think about how fun that would be. Each time, and he doesn’t even know, just as clueless as a turtle in a pond, forever that shade of green, that miserable..."

"Hehe..."

Upon hearing this, a deep smile spread across Huang Wan’er’s face.

"To make him a cuckold – interesting, interesting. Nan Batian, the Gang Leader of the first gang in Mianshui and chief of the Thirteen Grand Protectors, as a cuckold, haha... just the thought is amusing!"

Chen Jie added, "Exactly, make him a cuckold without his knowledge – isn’t that more interesting?"

As he said this, Chen Jie added, "The longer we keep the secret, the more interesting it becomes! The longer, the more thrilling!"

Hearing this, Huang Wan’er seemed to find enlightenment and said, "Yes, the longer the secret is kept, the more thrilling. Hahaha... Then let’s keep it from him, let him always be clueless, let him forever be a cuckold, hehehe... Mr. Chen, I am starting to like you more and more."

Huang Wan’er then wrapped her arms around Chen Jie’s neck.

Chen Jie, with a smile on his face, looked at this mad beauty, not quite knowing what to say.

This woman was dangerously attractive and also generous.

A Spirit Pill prescription and Spirit Transformation Grass.

Chen Jie felt quite successful in managing to keep this madwoman calm.

Just then, Huang Wan’er looked at him and said, "Mr. Chen, since I know so many of your secrets, do you think you might kill me?"

Chen Jie, startled, felt his mind reel. Kill her? Yes, this woman was dangerous. Should he kill her?

Then Huang Wan’er paused slightly before saying, "Actually, it would also be quite interesting if you killed me."

"Mr. Chen, let’s play an interesting game!"

Chen Jie looked at her and said, "Can we not play?"

"Let’s play! Let’s play!"

She coquettishly insisted, like a little girl, while Chen Jie responded with a pained expression, "What game?"

"It’s like this, the game is called ’To Kill or Not to Kill Me.’"

"Now I know all your secrets. If I tell them, you’re done for. From today, once you leave here, I might write down our affairs and hide it somewhere. If you kill me, it will be delivered to Nan Batian."

"Of course, I might be deceiving you and haven’t written anything at all. So by killing me, you can eliminate any further worries and not have to fret about me spilling secrets, how’s that for temptation?"

"So now the choice is back in your hands again, to kill me or not to kill me, teehee～"

Huang Wan’er laughed happily like a young girl, finding the game to be so very interesting.

Chen Jie then looked at her and said, "You really are a madwoman."

"Hehe, a madwoman? I like it～"

"So, shall we play?"