Rural Strongest Little Divine Doctor

An Yuying saw Tang Guihua trying to stuff a sock into Luo Yang's mouth and hurriedly intervened.

"Guihua, cowboy's practicing his English oral skills, why are you stuffing his mouth with a sock? He's just had a bath, don't mess around, he might sweat," An Yuying persuaded.

"Who cares, if I sweat, he can wash for... me," Tang Guihua blurted out without thinking.

She stopped midway, suddenly realizing something was off.

"Guihua, you wouldn't want cowboy to help you bathe, would you?" Qiao Zai Shui giggled.

At these words, all the beauties laughed.

Tang Guihua's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she spoke with a smile, "Zai Shui, you're the one who wants cowboy to bathe you. I certainly don't."

Luo Yang said with great enthusiasm, "Sister Guihua, if you need it, I'm up for it."

Upon hearing this, Tang Guihua's blush deepened to her neck, and even her dark eyes filled with embarrassment.

"If you say another word, I will stuff two socks in your mouth!" Tang Guihua feigned anger.

"Sister Guihua, I won't say any more," Luo Yang said as he let his head roam around Tang Guihua's chest.

Tang Guihua didn't pay attention at first, but when she felt the force of Luo Yang's face pressing against her was a bit strong, she realized what he was really doing.

"Sisters, come teach him a lesson," called Tang Guihua.

So Qiao Zai Shui came crawling over again, gently pounding Luo Yang's back from behind.

Tang Guihua pushed Luo Yang's head away, about to twist his ear.

Before she could act, Luo Yang swiftly buried his head in An Yuying's embrace, seeking help, "Sister An, save me. Sister Guihua is going to hit me."

An Yuying wrapped her arms around Luo Yang's head, protecting him.

"It's getting late, time for bed, don't hit cowboy anymore," An Yuying urged.

"Yuying, you're spoiling him too much. He's tricky. Don't you see what he's doing?" Tang Guihua said with a smile.

An Yuying had been solely focused on helping Luo Yang, not really considering any hidden intentions he might have.

But upon Tang Guihua's reminder, An Yuying did feel Luo Yang's head moving around strangely.

Upon further consideration, she guessed what Luo Yang was after.

Still, An Yuying kept her right hand wrapped around Luo Yang's head while her left hand lightly dusted his spine.

"Cowboy, someone's helping you, and you still want to take advantage; I won't pay attention to you anymore," An Yuying playfully scolded.

"Oh, Yuying..." Tang Guihua teased.

Her words were like a stone thrown into a peaceful lake.

The room erupted into laughter.

Shi Yun, though unfamiliar with the allusion, understood the situation unfolding before her.

Shuang Qiao also didn't know about it, but later got the scoop from the other beauties.

"Guihua, you're talking nonsense, I'm also scolding cowboy," An Yuying said, her pretty face blushing and her lips pouting.

"Sister An, Sister Guihua is just joking," Luo Yang said sheepishly.

The laughter from their corner grew louder, drawing the other beauties from the two adjacent rooms to join the fun.

It was already past two-thirty in the morning.

Luo Yang still wanted his Yin Spirit to sneak out and check on Zhang Jing; upon his urging, the beauties each went back to their rooms to rest.

Before clearing up Zhang Qing's background, Luo Yang would remain highly vigilant towards her.

After turning off the lights and lying in bed, he waited until he heard all five beauties fall asleep before his soul left his body.

Outside, the wind was picking up; it looked like rain was coming soon.

Like any early autumn rainstorm, it also came with thunder and lightning.

Yin Spirits dread wind and thunder most; being struck by lightning usually means complete dissipation.

Even if Luo Yang's Yin Spirit practice was at junior level, it would still fear thunder and lightning, let alone reaching a high level.

"If Yin Spirits aren't afraid of thunder and lightning, they've become gods or immortals."

The Yin Spirit wandered through each room in the house, originally wanting to admire the sleeping beauties, but unfortunately, the lights were off, and there was no moonlight or starlight coming in from outside, so he couldn't see how the beauties lay in their beds.

Luo Yang listened to the wind outside and thought that it probably wouldn't rain for a while.

Filled with curiosity about Zhang Jing, Luo Yang was eager to probe her depth.

Thus, Luo Yang drifted out of the house, and in the night breeze, the Yin Spirit was light as a piece of paper, floating with the wind, finding it hard to stop.

Luckily, Luo Yang had learned to glide in the wind not long ago, and now it finally came in handy.

Gliding in the wind was like leaves floating on the surface of the water.

This was all fine, except it felt like being naked, with the cold wind piercing to the bone, chilling to the core.

Luo Yang thought that in the pitch-dark night, Zhang Jing wouldn't go to the grassland at the end of the village, so he headed straight for her dormitory at the Village Office.

The Yin Spirit floated to the gate of the Village Office, and with some difficulty, Luo Yang came to a stop.

He first entered a room on the ground floor of the dormitory building, where, indoors with little wind, he could move freely.

Then he climbed the stairs to the second floor.

Actually, Luo Yang's Yin Spirit could also ride the wind directly into Zhang Jing's dormitory.

However, Luo Yang suspected that Zhang Jing had the ability to deal with Yin Spirits, so if he rashly floated into her dormitory, it would be troublesome if she trapped him.

For safety's sake, Luo Yang took the stairs.

As he got closer to the door of Zhang Jing's dormitory, Luo Yang became more and more nervous.

You only live once.

If the Yin Spirit ceases to exist, the remaining body is useless.

Luo Yang still passed through walls and started to move gradually towards Zhang Jing's dormitory from the other rooms on the second floor.

When he arrived next to Zhang Jing's dormitory, Luo Yang stood in front of the wall, perking up his ears to listen to the sounds around him.

The rustling sound of the wind swaying the leaves outside was so loud that he couldn't hear any subtle noises from inside Zhang Jing's dormitory.

A wave of tension swept over him, thinking that he had come all this way and would not be satisfied without investigating.

Therefore, Luo Yang stepped through the wall.

The interior was pitch-black, like an ink pool, devoid of any color but black.

Just as Luo Yang wanted to approach the bed to observe Zhang Jing, suddenly a red light shot towards him at high speed.

It looked like a Talisman but wasn't one, and he didn't know what it was.

Lucky for him, he had been cautious. As soon as he saw the red light flying, he quickly sidestepped.

But it was still too late, and his shoulder felt like it was sliced in half, an unbearable pain ensued, and the Yin Spirit almost went limp.

In the midst of his fright, three more beams of red light shot from the bed towards him.

By then, Luo Yang was beside the wall, and at the critical moment, he endured the pain and recoiled back, narrowly hiding behind the wall.

He only heard three 'puff' sounds, evidently something had struck the wall.

The wind outside grew stronger, signaling the onset of rain.

Distant rumbles of thunder could be heard.

Luo Yang's Yin Spirit had been injured, as if his body had suffered a severe wound, moving with great difficulty, feeling as if he were about to collapse.

Then he heard the door to Zhang Jing's dormitory creak, showing that Zhang Jing was coming after him.

She couldn't pass through walls, so she had to exit through the doorway.

Luo Yang guessed that Zhang Jing wanted to go to the rooftop. From that high vantage point, she could observe her surroundings.

Moreover, Zhang Jing had the ability to sense the approach of a Yin Spirit.

In other words, she knew that Luo Yang's Yin Spirit was still nearby.

From her pursuit, it seemed that she was ready to make a killing move.

If he couldn't leave in time, Luo Yang's Yin Spirit was doomed.