Legendary Son-in-Law: The Man with Poison Talismans

Qin Zhengchuan paused again, and Qin Yumo stopped completely.

The father and daughter exchanged a glance but neither spoke.

First, they were shocked. They had known for a long time that Lin Mu was extraordinary, but they still hadn't expected that Lin Mu's level was high enough to bring along divine beasts.

A level 35 Taoist is already considered top-tier among the younger generation in Bichon City.

What's even stranger is that the mythical beast and the skeleton were brought together.

A Taoist can only summon one creature at a time; skeletons and divine beasts cannot coexist—this is common knowledge.

Qin Yumo frowned, her tone tinged with disbelief: "Mother, are you sure you're not mistaken? How could a divine beast and a skeleton be together?"

Madam Qin shook her head, her tone resolute: "How could this be false? I know it's unbelievable, but it's the truth. The divine beast was lying in the courtyard, and the skeleton was standing next to it. I saw it with my own eyes."

Qin Yumo opened her mouth, as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

She looked down at her toes and didn't say anything more. She didn't doubt her mother; a series of reports indicated that Lin Mu wasn't what he seemed on the surface. But a strange feeling welled up inside her.

When that person left the Qin family, he was just a level 1 Taoist priest who hadn't even learned healing spells.

How long has it been? He already has skeletons and mythical beasts around him, while he is still struggling at level 20.

She gripped the demon-slaying hand tightly, her knuckles turning white, then slowly loosened her grip.

Qin Zhengchuan was silent for a while before breaking the silence in the courtyard: "No matter what, we are still family. Yu Mo, you can't be willful anymore... it's time for you to fulfill your responsibilities as a wife."

Chapter 210 Wet

His voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet courtyard.

Qin Yumo stood in the courtyard, head down, without saying a word.

Having gone through all that, she had long lost her former arrogance, but she was stubborn by nature. Biting her lip, she remained silent.

Madam Qin stepped forward, tugged at her sleeve, and said softly, "Yu Mo, even the biggest conflicts between husband and wife can be resolved. Chun Xing is helping him take a bath now, so you should go in quickly and not leave Chun Xing to do all the work alone."

Qin Yumo didn't answer, turned around and went back to her room, closing the door behind her. Qin Zhengchuan and his wife looked at the closed door, sighed, and remained silent.

After a while, the door opened again. Qin Yumo had changed her clothes, wearing a moon-white long dress, and her hair had been combed again.

Without explaining, she lowered her head and walked silently to the door of the room where Lin Mu was taking a bath. Without knocking, she pushed the door open and entered.

Qin Yumo pushed open the door and entered. A wave of moisture hit her face, warm and humid, as if she had stepped into an impenetrable fog.

The candlelight inside the room became hazy in the mist, and the orange-red halo spread in the steam, coating everything with a soft light.

The first thing she saw was the two large wooden barrels in the corner. In one of the barrels, the mythical beast was lying on the rim, its eyes half-closed, and the flames above its head were flickering, as if it were asleep.

The skeleton sat against the barrel wall, its frame gleaming with a faint dark red light underwater, the flames in its eye sockets flickering slowly, as if it were in a daze.

The room was filled with steam and the aroma of herbs, making it feel like another world.

Then she saw Lin Mu's wooden bucket.

He lay on the side of the tub, his shoulders above the water, water droplets sliding down his shoulder blades and shimmering in the candlelight.

He kept his eyes closed, as if he hadn't noticed anyone coming in, or as if he had sensed the movement but was too lazy to open them.

The steam blurred his features, and she couldn't see his face clearly, but the tiny wounds and scabbed scars on his body were faintly visible in the steam, like the marks of the roads he had traveled over the past few months.

Qin Yumo stood at the door, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar person, without moving.

She remembered how Lin Mu looked when he first left the Qin residence.

He was dressed in drab, gray clothes, and held a wooden sword in his hand, but there was a light in his eyes—the light of a young man's defiance, and also the light of his hope.

Now, with his eyes closed and leaning against the barrel, she felt that he was different.

Lin Mu opened his eyes, his gaze piercing through the mist and landing on her.

He watched Qin Yumo standing at the door, wearing a moon-white long dress, her hair combed again and tied into a simple bun, with a white jade hairpin inserted diagonally.

It was very similar to the first time he saw her at the Qin residence; she was also wearing a moon-white long dress, standing at the door of the side room. At that time, Lin Mu only thought that this girl was really beautiful. Who would have thought that her eyes were cold and her tone was distant.

But now she stands there, head bowed, enveloped in moisture, illuminated by candlelight, the lamplight dancing on her face, her skin still so beautiful, so white and translucent, as if it had never experienced the hardships of demon sealing.

Clearly, as her level increased and her body recovered, Qin Yumo's skin returned to its former delicate and fair state, no longer the rough and dull appearance it had in the mining area.

My fingers are no longer covered with calluses and cracks like before; they have become slender and smooth again, as if I had never wielded a pickaxe in the mine.

However, she no longer had the icy expression she had at the Qin residence, and the coldness in her eyes had faded considerably, making her look much gentler and more pleasing to the eye.

Chunxing was engrossed in watching Lin Mu, lost in thought, when she noticed Qin Yumo at the door. She paused for a moment, then exclaimed with delight, "Sister! You're back!"

The sound was crisp and bright, breaking the silence in the room.

She glanced at Qin Yumo, then at Lin Mu, as if she had thought of something. A knowing smile appeared on her face. She quickly put down the cloth and walked towards the door. As she passed Qin Yumo, she lowered her voice and said, "I'll go out first."

He quickly went out the door and closed it behind him.

The door closed behind Chunxing, and light footsteps echoed through the courtyard and faded into the distance.

The room fell silent. Steam still lingered, the candlelight still burned, and the silly beasts were asleep, even snoring softly. The skeleton, however, stared intently at the woman who had suddenly appeared, lost in thought.

Lin Mu leaned against the barrel, looking at Qin Yumo who was still standing dumbfounded at the door, and said in a nonchalant tone: "If you're planning to just stand here like this, you should let Chunxing in."

Qin Yumo gripped the hem of her skirt, her knuckles turning white. She bit her lip, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke in a low voice, as if squeezed from her throat: "I'll do it."

She walked over, squatted down by the tub, picked up the cloth Chunxing had left behind, soaked it in hot water, wrung it out, and began to wipe his back.

Her movements were clumsy, and her strength varied. Sometimes she used too much force, causing Lin Mu's shoulder blades to tense slightly, so she softened her grip.

Lin Mu didn't say anything and let her wipe it.

Steam filled the air, the candlelight was silent, and the aroma of medicine mingled with the steam, softening everything in the room.

Lin Mu, with his eyes closed, suddenly reached out and pressed down on her hand holding the cloth.

Qin Yumo's fingertips were icy cold, yet still warm from being soaked in hot water, and her hand stiffened for a moment.

Lin Mu didn't let go; instead, he tightened his grip and pulled hard.

Caught off guard, Qin Yumo leaned forward and was pulled into the wooden tub.

The water splashed open with a loud splash, breaking the silence in the room.

The mythical beast was startled by the splashing water, looked up at it, then lowered its head and continued sleeping.

The skeleton didn't move at all, but the flames in its eye sockets burned even brighter as it stared intently.

Qin Yumo was pulled into the water, the warm water reaching her chest. Her moon-white dress was instantly soaked, clinging to her body and outlining her curvaceous figure.

Her hair was disheveled, clinging wetly to her cheeks and neck, with water droplets sliding down her chin.

Lin Mu's gaze swept back and forth over Qin Yumo. The candlelight in the steam made her soaked dress glow softly. Water droplets slid down her collarbone and dripped onto the water's surface, creating ripples.

Qin Yumo's face flushed crimson, burning from her ears to her neck like a ripe shrimp. Her chest heaved rapidly, and she coughed twice, her breath ragged, her lips trembling for a long time. As if knowing what was about to happen, she finally resignedly squeezed out, "Please... not here, okay..."

Seeing her like this, Lin Mu felt a lump in his throat.

He stood up abruptly and scooped her out of the water, splashing water everywhere. Her soaked skirt clung to the floor, leaving a winding trail of water.

There was a screen in front of the bed. The screen was a black lacquered wooden frame with a painting of distant mountains and nearby waters, and a lone fisherman in a boat. It separated the bath tub and the bed into two different worlds.

Lin Mu carried Qin Yumo in his arms like a princess, and they walked around the screen, soaked in water, to the bedside.

Chapter 211: Years of family wealth wiped out

The mythical beast was startled awake by Lin Mu's movements. It raised its head and lay on the edge of the bucket, the flames above its head flickering. It tried to peek over the screen, but the screen blocked its view completely.

The skeleton tilted its head, and the flames in its eye sockets flickered, as if it wanted to see too, but the screen blocked its view, so it had to lean back against the tub and continue soaking.

Behind the screen, the bed had already been made up by Chunxing. Lin Mu carried Qin Yumo over, placed her on the bed, and pulled down the bed curtains.

The curtains fell, completely shutting out the candlelight and moisture from outside.

Only dim light and the rapid breathing of two people remained behind the curtain, mixed with moisture, the scent of medicine, and a strange smell, as if something was slowly burning in this small space.

That night, Lin Mu emptied his savings accumulated over many years.

First, equip the secondary weapon and empty the magazine with a "rat-a-tat-tat" sound. Then, equip the primary weapon and empty the magazine with a "rat-a-tat-tat" sound.

All night long, it was just reloading and emptying the magazine, rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat.

Qin Yumo went from being tense at the beginning to gradually relaxing, from biting her lip to remaining silent to breathing softly, as if a string that had been stretched for too long had finally been plucked.

Her fingers, which were gripping the bed sheet, first turned white, then slowly loosened, as if something had melted, dissolved, and dispersed behind that thin curtain.

The night wind rustled through the pomegranate tree outside the window, sounding like someone laughing or sighing.

Qin Zhengchuan and his wife stood in the courtyard, listening to the faint sounds coming from behind the window in the side room. Their expressions changed several times, they coughed twice, and finally turned around and went back into the room, closing the door without saying a word.

Chunxing hid in her room, lying on the bed, covering her mouth, her shoulders shaking. After laughing enough, she listened intently, thinking to herself, "My son-in-law has finally succeeded. Now, is it my turn?"

Thinking of this, her face flushed again. She quickly pulled the blanket over her head and huddled under the covers like a groundhog burying itself in the sand.

She covered her head, but the corners of her mouth couldn't be suppressed; they were turned up high, and she was laughing silently in the darkness.

The next day, when Qin Yumo woke up, she felt weak all over, as if something had taken her apart and reassembled her from the inside out.

There is still a dull ache in my private area, a sore and achy feeling, which aches when I move.

She groggily opened her eyes. It seemed that it was already bright outside, and pale golden light shone through the window curtains, casting soft shadows on the bed curtains.

Before she was fully awake, she felt hands moving over her body, fingertips carrying a slight warmth, sliding from her shoulder to her waist, and then from her waist to her thigh, slowly, like touching a piece of fine silk.

It tickled a little, and she flinched, then felt the hand follow her, slowly and deliberately, as if enjoying the sensation.

Qin Yumo suddenly woke up.

She turned her head and saw Lin Mu lying on his side next to her, one hand supporting his head, the other hand slowly drawing circles on her waist, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, as if he was savoring something worth reminiscing about.

His gaze swept over her, a lazy satisfaction in his eyes, as if he were admiring an object he had kept for a long time and was finally taking it out to play with.

Qin Yumo's face flushed red instantly, her mind buzzing as the scenes from last night flashed back to her, and she dared not dwell on them.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but whether it was from nervousness or exhaustion, her voice was a little hoarse.

She quickly shut her mouth, pulled the blanket up to cover her shoulders, then, feeling it was too deliberate, pulled the blanket down a little more.

Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest.

She glanced at Lin Mu, then quickly looked away, staring at the bed canopy and pretending to look at the patterns on it.