Chapter 198 Chapter 193 The Kind Ji Ma
“Working all day is so tiring.”
Ji Ma stretched lazily, leaving the surveillance camera on, and confidently lay down on Fang Shijun’s bed to sleep.
Before sleeping, she checked her remaining magic power, which had dropped to 50%. The healing speed of her soul injuries had improved slightly, upgrading from a snail to a faster snail.
She sensed that, aside from the painful power from the two of them, there was also some painful power coming from afar.
She wondered who it could be. It should be someone angry from watching the video.
However, the conversion of painful power into magic was too small, incomparable to that of transcendent beings. Mortals are just mortals; to obtain abundant magic, they could only compensate with quantity.
This would inevitably awaken the national machinery.
She pondered over the results of the poisoning case.
As she thought, Ji Ma drifted into a dream.
She dreamed of Fang Shijun, who regretted her actions, kneeling before her, returning her money—a pile of gold coins.
Ji Ma coldly said she would not forgive her and turned to leave. Fang Shijun, clutching her black silk thighs, wept and begged Ji Ma to get back together, even if she had to be the most humble maid.
Ji Ma kicked her away several times to rid herself of such a pathetic thing.
In the end, amidst the sound of Fang Shijun’s cries, Ji Ma sent her off to Africa.
Some were asleep, while others could not sleep.
A League of Legends player abruptly woke up, the laughter of Teemo echoing in his dream: “Hahaha, hehehe.”
He vaguely heard that the laughter came from under the blanket. He lifted the blanket and saw a green mushroom beneath it, which suddenly exploded with a bang, releasing a fluffy Teemo amidst the purple mist, who grinned and said:
“Hahaha, hehehe.”
Startled, he broke into a cold sweat and suddenly woke up again, realizing it was just a dream…
He trembled, reaching out to lift the blanket again, finding neither Teemo nor a landmine mushroom. He barely managed to calm himself down and went back to sleep, but the laughter of Teemo lingered in his mind: “Hahaha, hehehe.”
Morning broke.
The sun selflessly cast its rays upon the earth, falling indiscriminately on a boutique commercial building.
Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the wooden floor that had been lit for a long time.
Under the gentle nudging of his female companion, Mr. Lin reluctantly got out of bed at two-thirty in the afternoon to order takeout.
This commercial apartment was riverside, situated in an excellent location, and was one of Lin Feng’s homes.
He didn’t stay in five-star hotels every day; he also had his ordinary times, rounding it off, he could be considered to be enjoying life with the common people.
After washing up, Lin Feng played on his phone, seeing terms like “mortgage” and “housing prices” on the forum, and thought: Only fools buy houses; who even needs to buy a house?
The boutique apartment Lin Feng lived in cost him nothing; it was mortgaged to him by the construction company as payment for the project.
After all, he was the boss of Longlonglong Construction Co., Ltd. This company was a leading enterprise in the industry; his father was the local industry president, holding pricing power and local standard co-editing rights.
The book “Earthquake Resistance Standards for High-rise Buildings in Tianfu Province,” was edited by his company, with significant editing privileges.
Bidding from the government was extremely easy for him; he could secure twenty million in orders and subcontract it out to earn money.
In his understanding, money wasn’t saved but transferred from one hand to the other.
The milk tea he ordered arrived, and after drinking it,
Lin Feng’s desires stirred, just a little, and the female companion, being perceptive, initiated a “parallel slow run” with him on the bed.
But halfway through, Lin Feng lost interest.
The female companion beneath him was naturally beautiful, with an oval face and long legs; otherwise, she wouldn’t have sparked Lin Feng’s desire.
But having done this too many times, he found it increasingly tiresome. He could predict what the feeling would be like next; after mentally rehearsing, it turned out to be exactly the same.
Though he wanted to pull out and leave, seeing his companion’s flushed face, straining legs, and sweating countenance, Lin Feng, out of “gentlemanly” courtesy, decided to accompany her to complete the session.
On her fair skin, a rosy hue and light sweat glistened as she gasped for breath, displaying a satisfied joy.
For a moment, Lin Feng couldn’t tell whether it was recognition of his “slow run” or if she was genuinely enjoying “slow running” with him?
A long-hidden thought surfaced in his mind.
Is being a woman really that enjoyable?
Lin Feng suddenly felt an impulse to enjoy being a woman, but thinking of the pain involved, he shook his head.
“Good brother, what are you laughing at?”
“Nothing.”
Lin Feng, feeling satiated, wore a faint expression of weariness on his face.
He stopped talking to his companion and opened his phone to chat with his friends.
The female companion stood up on her own and went to the bathroom to wash herself.
Listening to the sounds of the shower from the bathroom, Lin Feng came across a suggestive image of a loli in white silk. Though she was a loli, she had sexy, meaty thighs. He replied:
“This is me.”
Seeing Lin Feng speak in the group, everyone greeted him—in their friend group’s way.
“Boss, I’ll roast you alive.”
“Damn you.”
“I just roasted the little rubber.”
Lin Feng accidentally smiled, saying, “Woe is me, I’m so poor. I was just eating instant noodles. Who can lend me some money? When I become a loli, I’ll drain my friends dry.”
A series of interactions followed, which truly made him feel like he was “enjoying life with the common people.”
“Brother Lin, I’m done washing up.”
His companion nudged Lin Feng; she fit the type of a cute beauty, speaking in a soft, gentle tone.
“Okay.” Lin Feng pressed his phone screen off and didn’t casually toss it aside but instead took it into the bathroom with him.
After showering, he thought the house was too messy, with no one to do the chores.
So he made a call and summoned a cleaning lady.
…
…
At the police station.
The officers were watching the law enforcement footage on the screen.
Three of them were pointing at the empty space on the computer desk.
Adjacent on a chair was a bloodied individual covered in frost, looking like Wan Ziqi had just crawled out from the morgue.
The senior officer pointed at the footage, his finger landing precisely on Ji Ma, who was playing games, saying:
“Xiao Li, didn’t I tell you? That woman has mental issues. Look how normal she seems; listen to the old man and keep your distance. The color is a knife; don’t let her plead; if you feel soft-hearted, just watch the footage.”
Xiao Li nodded absentmindedly and asked, “What about the blood? Are we still verifying it?”
“You report it to your superior; they will scold you fiercely. How could there be so much idle time to keep her from playing games?”
“Understood, sir.”
Days passed.
Ji Ma still lived in Fang Shijun’s house, using her electricity and bank card (from Lin Feng).
Ji Ma patiently waited for Fang Shijun to return; for these days, she primarily used the internet to familiarize herself with the social environment of her homeland.
The effect was remarkable; in just a few days, she had transformed from a slow three-finger typist into a master ten-finger typist. This was thanks to her consistency in the system, documenting everything in Chinese characters.
Ji Ma was typing away on her mechanical keyboard, the sounds ringing.
“Yu Wenyin! You dare to insult me? You second-year loser! Let me tell you, your mother is dead, and I killed her! I am the blood god’s chosen one, and I chopped your mother’s head off with an axe, hanging it on a cranial throne!”
“And you, Jing Hongyi! Deleting my posts, huh? Do you believe I will slice you open and feed your heart to cats?!”
“When I ride my horse and explode heads, you’re still peeing in mud!”
In the forum, Ji Ma was elevated to a controversial pet—a pet no one wanted to see, able to counteract with a single retort.
At first, everyone thought that her incessant chatter about “transcendent beings,” “masters of deception,” “battle horses,” “holy slashes,” “bestowals,” and “magic” was merely a symptom of adolescent illness.
She spent all day arguing with people discussing cold weapons, deeming them rookies who had only practiced martial arts for a couple of years without even killing a single person, yet blathering on.
Soon, it drew the attention of the entire forum.
Debates escalated to personal attacks; her comments topped the forum’s highest tier.
People even nicknamed her “Blood God’s Chosen,” crowning her as the first among the forum’s five elite warriors.
The nickname stemmed from her famous remark:
“What’s so scary about a tiger? I can go down wearing full armor wielding a massive sword and kill a den of tigers in the coliseum. You all have lived in peace for too long, becoming weak both in will and body. People can’t be generalized; when I was the blood god’s chosen one…”
Forum friends realized Ji Ma wasn’t just showing off; she genuinely believed that.
In a commotion, they screenshot her words and shared them in groups, forums, and Weibo, rapidly spreading.
But Ji Ma wasn’t a benevolent person; without a word, she directly used quick divination to obtain the real names of her opponents based on their IDs, pointing and cursing them.
She even leaked her bank account numbers and passwords.
The effect was impressive; very few dared to rebut her.
Ji Ma found it strange that, despite being so far apart, just cursing someone by their real name made them unable to tolerate it.
Indeed, the people from her hometown were genuinely kind—kind but fragile.
In another world, pointing out a true name would not matter much.
Ji Ma was so arrogant that she threatened the forum moderator to restore her posts because she told him: “If you delete my post again, affecting my freedom of speech, I will go public with your ID number and bank details!”
Her intimidation was fierce.
Forum friends united around the moderator for support.
Then, the moderator caved in, restoring all her posts.
Through her online trolling, Ji Ma indeed collected a great deal of painful power.
Well, she also quietly planted curses using her remarks as a medium.
Those who screenshots her words and spread them for amusement didn’t realize that a seed of curse had been silently sown in their souls and bodies.
“Rodents? I hate rat-people the most, always stinking up the place and shooting explosive items at people… Liu Zihao! You are clearly human, not a rat person, and yet you pretend to be one, wasting my energy. If you were in front of me, I would definitely kick you.”
After cursing everyone,
For a moment, no one replied to her.
Ji Ma looked at the white forum, imagining piles of corpses at her feet.
Invincible, indeed, is lonely.
Bullying the weak truly brings joy.
She stretched lazily, talking to herself: “So tiring, that’s enough collecting painful power for today. A group of mortals, I kindly teach them cold weapon fighting, and they laugh at me.”
Her phone flashed and then rang.
By reflex, Ji Ma looked at the phone screen; it was her mother again, giving her a headache. With a snap of her fingers, she silenced the phone.
In recent days, her mother had repeatedly called to lecture her, urging her to take her ex-girlfriend out to dinner and to get her to pay back the money.
Ji Ma felt quite troubled.
“Speaking of which, Fang Shijun should have returned, right? I did a divination this morning, and she’s back at the train station.”
At that moment, there was a sound of the door lock opening.
Ji Ma blinked and used sound to divine the identity of the noise’s owner.
She received the information: “Liu Zhenhan, male, forty-six years old, profession: Daoist.”
“Daoist?” Ji Ma searched online, her expression darkening: “It seems I have been too kind.”
