Lin Xiao's mind seemed to grasp something, yet he couldn't recall what it was. He felt as if he knew where the old Pope's soul was, but couldn't articulate it.
"If a person's soul has been lost for over a week, even if it returns, the body will be in a state of death," the chief judge stated.
"Your Pope has only been unconscious for a day; there's still time," Lin Xiao scratched his head, desperately trying to recall something from the depths of his memory, but it felt as if something was blocking him.
He couldn't remember anything after half a day.
"I feel like I know something, but I can't recall anything now..."
Qi Tian, just like Lin Xiao, was frantically scratching his head, unsure of what to do and filled with anxiety.
"Hmm?"
The Knight Commander and the Chief Judge exchanged glances, then the Knight Commander said, "Shall I take a look for you?"
"Okay."
Lin Xiao agreed without hesitation. He was certain something was being kept from his memory and suspected someone had tampered with his soul.
The Knight Commander's eyes, enveloped in faith and holy light, looked at Lin Xiao. Then, he placed a hand on Lin Xiao's head.
"Lin Xiao, you need to let go of your soul so I can help you."
"Okay."
Lin Xiao gave Qi Tian a look.
If the Knight Commander did anything untoward, Qi Tian was to end them.
Qiu Ju never expected to meet an acquaintance on her first day at work, and such an awkward one at that...
Her daughter's former boyfriend; if not for that accident, he would have been her son-in-law!
Their eyes met, and they both looked away. Ning Changfa instinctively released his hands, not daring to make any presumptuous moves.
She was, in a way, his elder.
However, in private, as Qiu Ju was less than ten years older than him, he usually called her "Sister Qiu Ju" to make her feel younger.
At this moment, the entire room fell silent. Qiu Ju became restless, her mind filled with embarrassment. Her face felt burning hot, but thankfully, the dim lighting in the room hid it.
Finally, Ning Changfa broke the silence, forcing a smile, "Sister Qiu Ju, what are you doing here?"
Qiu Ju stared at him, then took a deep breath. This time, she straddled him directly.
"Changfa," Qiu Ju said, looking at him, "Let's pretend we don't know each other."
"How can that be?" The moment she sat on him, Ning Changfa's hands instinctively held her waist, and he found himself looking at her thighs encased in black stockings.
Despite his words, his body began to react.
Qiu Ju immediately felt it, her face flushing deeper. Her body trembled slightly, as if losing strength. She slumped onto Ning Changfa, her lips close to his ear, her breath warm as she whispered, "Changfa, help me... Let's... begin..."
If she didn't succeed in this deal, she would not only be fined but also beaten. She was desperately in need of money.
Moreover, she had a good impression of Ning Changfa. If Ning Changfa hadn't gotten into trouble fighting for his brother back then, he would be her son-in-law now.
Ning Changfa looked at Qiu Ju, his throat dry. "No... Sister Qiu Ju, you are Cai Ping's stepmother. How can I..."
Qiu Ju was also a woman of hardship. Her parents had encountered danger, leaving only her. Later, she was taken in by Cai Ping's father. Coincidentally, Cai Ping's mother had passed away early, and they naturally got together.
However, shortly after they married, Cai Ping's father, while working in the fields, slipped and fell down the mountain from the terraced fields. He was mangled beyond recognition, his life lost.
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Due to these consecutive accidents, many people secretly whispered that Qiu Ju was a jinx, a mythical "White Tiger," making the superstitious villagers wary of approaching her and her daughter. Even though they were known in the village as a beautiful mother and daughter.
"Please, Changfa..."
Qiu Ju's hands began to involuntarily caress Ning Changfa's body, her body writhing.
The commotion made Ning Changfa lose control. He managed to ask, "Why..."
"I need money, I need to pay off a debt..."
Her words were spoken with such misery that even without further explanation, Ning Changfa sensed the helplessness in her plea.
They were both pitiable souls...
He instinctively pulled Qiu Ju closer. At this moment, he felt he was losing control, his body responding involuntarily to Qiu Ju's movements.
He remembered that Qiu Ju had borrowed a lot of money back then to bury her husband. Years had passed, and she likely hadn't paid it all off... She definitely hadn't, otherwise, she wouldn't be in this situation.
Qiu Ju's hand moved to her chest, slowly unbuttoning it. She felt his hot hands on her waist, her eyes becoming hazy.
Their breaths mingled with hormones in the room. Ning Changfa, as a virile young man, how could he resist?!
They pressed against each other, Ning Changfa's breath coming in shallow gasps. Qiu Ju leaned against his chest, her body occasionally trembling.
Finally, under the "sage mode," Ning Changfa finally understood the situation. He hurriedly helped Qiu Ju up and fumbled to help her dress.
But then he discovered an embarrassing problem...
Her clothes and skirt were still there, but the black stockings...
The black stockings had been ripped into a pair of open-crotch pants. He had unknowingly torn them during their earlier actions.
Ning Changfa tried his best to create some distance between himself and Qiu Ju. After putting on his clothes, he quickly pulled away from her.
"Changfa... are you disgusted by me?"
Seeing Ning Changfa's actions, a bitter smile flashed across Qiu Ju's face. She sat down, her voice weak and dejected.
"No, no, no, it's not that," Ning Changfa said quickly.
"No need to explain, I understand... You're a good person." Qiu Ju got up silently.
"It really isn't! Sister Qiu Ju!" Ning Changfa walked over and grabbed Qiu Ju's hand.
When Ning Changfa pulled her, her legs were still a little weak after the exertion. The sudden pull made her body go limp, and she fell into Ning Changfa's arms.