Is husband powerful?

Using the Qi Sea Cloud Disk to cultivate until noon the next day, Ji Qinglin didn't feel too tired. Not only did it seem like there was a force filling his body, but his senses also felt sharper. It must be due to the data that had been absorbed and transformed for his own use.

Caw caw—

The Coal Boss, who had been sleeping soundly next to him, turned over and flew onto Ji Qinglin's shoulder.

Ji Qinglin stood up and stretched, only to realize that after cleaning up all day yesterday, the clothes he was wearing were completely dirty. So he grabbed his clothes and said to the Coal Boss:

"Fly out and see if there's anywhere nearby that sells things."

Caw caw—

Understanding, the Coal Boss flew straight out, while Ji Qinglin went to the bookshelf to continue searching.

Now that he had found a method, he could cultivate like this after returning. The key was still the information here. Just a used book found in a pornographic magazine could bring him such great help. He absolutely couldn't miss any suspicious clues.

Unfortunately, this time the search yielded nothing. Even after Ji Qinglin singled out all the pornographic publications, he still didn't find anything of value.

In the blink of an eye, it was almost evening, and the Coal Boss flew back from outside.

Ji Qinglin locked the door and followed the Coal Boss to a small shop a few kilometers away. He ate something, bought a few new clothes, and chatted with the shop owner about the recent situation in the old district of Xin Dong Street.

Strictly speaking, this area was also within the sphere of influence of Xin Dong Street, but because it wasn't profitable and the management costs were too high, there weren't any large shops from the chamber of commerce nearby.

It wasn't until evening that Ji Qinglin, who had already changed his clothes, and the Coal Boss, one man and two birds, returned to the small courtyard.

Not as elaborate as the clothes worn in the city's general store, the khaki short sleeves and cargo shorts looked a bit simple, but they matched the style of the old district, the old goods in the yard, and the crow on his shoulder.

If he said he had grown up here since he was a child, living with crows, the only doubt would be that he was too handsome to look like a garbage collector.

"Can't you fly a little more? You stand on my shoulder every day. You've gotten fat from eating in the city these days. Aren't you afraid of being stewed as chicken one day?"

"Caw caw."

Ji Qinglin carried the clothes and food back into the house and put them on the sofa, not even having time to turn on the light.

Click—

A soft sound came from the bedroom, as if something had fallen to the ground.

Both man and bird froze, turning their heads to look at the bedroom in the darkness, which was close at hand.

The bedroom had just been cleaned up yesterday. Because the main house only had a bedroom and a living room, the bedroom was quite large. Besides the bed, there was almost nothing in it, which Ji Qinglin knew very well.

Sensing that something was wrong, that someone had entered the house, Ji Qinglin suppressed his doubts and quietly retreated towards the door.

But before he could take two steps back, just as he passed the bedroom door.

Click—

The small light in the bedroom was turned on.

Under the slightly yellow light, Ji Qinglin found that there was actually someone lying diagonally in the bedroom.

To be precise, it was a girl in her early twenties, with messy black curly hair, sword-like eyebrows and red pupils, giving her an extraordinary temperament. But those bright eyes were staring at him. Even though they were still several steps apart, Ji Qinglin could clearly feel the deterrence in those eyes. Her pearly teeth were lightly biting, her breathing was a little rapid, and there were beads of sweat on her forehead. Her fair and pretty face was quite tense.

And the girl's attire was even more special. She was wearing a military green half-sleeve shirt on top, and only a very short pair of Safety Pants on the bottom. Her two fair legs were lying across the bed, and her shoes and torn pants were thrown to the side.

Had the service industry in Bangkok developed to the point where they waited inside the house now? But with a slight difference, the girl had a pistol in her raised right hand, and the muzzle was pointing directly at him.

Ji Qinglin's first thought was that his search for clues from the old era had been discovered by others. He wondered if the medical pod and the information here were bait, and this person was here to take away this remnant of the old era.

But on second thought, that didn't make sense. To capture him, all they needed was a gun. Why take off her pants and lie on the bed like this? Could it be that before taking away this person from the old era, they wanted him to leave some descendants behind?

Realizing that his thoughts might be going astray, Ji Qinglin still asked softly:

"This... miss, I shouldn't have come to the wrong house, right? What is this?"

Seeing that Ji Qinglin didn't have any weapons in his hands, only a crow on his shoulder, and judging from his attire, he should indeed be a garbage collector, the girl's expression calmed down slightly:

"I've been injured a bit. I'm borrowing your house to take care of it. I'll leave you some money when I leave."

Not just the words, but even the crisp voice was a bit forceful, but it seemed a bit weak in this special situation.

Injured and borrowing a place to stay? Ji Qinglin also breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that she really knew how to find a place. Out of so many houses, she had to pick his. But then he thought that his was indeed the only one without neighbors next door and with the lights off.

"Borrowing a place to stay is of course no problem, but can you put the gun down first?"

The girl frowned slightly upon hearing this, and didn't put down the pistol. Her small mouth opened slightly, as if she wanted to add something.

And just then, there was a commotion outside the small courtyard.

"Check over there."

Hearing the noise outside, the girl visibly tensed up, gripping her pistol and whispering:

"I can't be caught by them, you have to help me escape."

Ji Qinglin forced a wry smile: "I'm just a small-time junk collector, this has nothing to do with me. Besides, I don't have any secret passages here, nor any windows to escape through. Even if I wanted to help..."

The girl raised her gun, coldly retorting: "So you'd rather die here first?"

Ji Qinglin hurriedly shook his head, but in his mind, he was already considering how to escape.

He didn't know if this girl had any cybernetic implants. His phone's defense mechanisms probably couldn't handle her, let alone the gun in her hand.

The safest way right now was probably to use the Big Dipper Map to dodge and weave his way out, but with his current physique and pace, he'd have trouble dodging a slingshot, let alone bullets.

As Ji Qinglin pondered his options, he saw the girl raise her military-green short sleeve, revealing her alluring, slender waist, and an even more alluring portable bomb on her belt.

Having dismantled so many things with Old Hu, he had been educated about dangerous items and wouldn't mistake it.

Although the portable bomb wasn't large, it was definitely not a cheap one. Leveling his small courtyard wouldn't be a problem.

Damn it, is this girl planning to go down with everyone? What does that have to do with me, a fish just passing by?

Right now, he was weighing the risk of dodging bullets and running out, possibly getting seriously injured in an explosion. The documents in the house wouldn't run away, and he absolutely couldn't lose the information and clues he had just found.

Thump, thump—

Two heavy thuds of leather boots landing indicated that the patrolling people had jumped over the locked iron gate and entered.

Helpless, Ji Qinglin steeled his heart, gently closed the bedroom door, leaving only a small crack, raised his hand, and replied in a very low voice: "I'll help you escape, don't do anything stupid."

Hearing this, the girl's brow visibly relaxed, but she panicked again when she heard the sound of leather boots in the courtyard, as if she felt there was no turning point in this situation.

Just as she was curious about what method Ji Qinglin would use to help her escape, she saw Ji Qinglin quickly take off his short sleeve and work pants and throw them aside. He turned and went to the bed, pressed himself on top of her, and then, while shaking his body to make the bed creak, shouted towards the bedroom door:

"Am I a good husband or what?"