The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician

Chapter 565 - 295: The Stone Monkey Is Born
Jiang Shu stood in front of the villa’s large iron gate and brushed his Character Card.

The iron gate opened in response, and he quickly slipped inside.

The next day, just as dawn broke, he took the first train back from the Thirteen District.

Taking advantage of Liu Tingruo still being in bed, he could prepare breakfast first.

Though it was already twelve noon, according to Tingruo’s habits, her bedroom would definitely have its doors and windows tightly closed, dark as dusk, and she would surely be wrapped up like a ball, soundly asleep, just like the original chaotic stone ball at the beginning of the universe.

Hmm, containing an Immortal Embryo.

Jiang Shu entered the kitchen, took out the ingredients he needed from the refrigerator, handed them over to the three Tablet Spirits to wash, then turned and went upstairs.

Normally, Tingruo’s bedroom door would be locked, but with little Yi’s cooperation from inside, Jiang Shu easily opened her bedroom door.

In the dim room, atop the bed was a sleeping ball, and two fair, slender legs and feet extended from beneath it.

Little Yi pointed at Tingruo beside him, shrugged and then posted a picture of the Pokémon ”Rumble Rock” on the screen.

It was as if he said nothing, yet everything.

Jiang Shu couldn’t help laughing; Tingruo’s sleeping posture never disappointed him.

He wanted to tuck those legs back into the sleeping ball, but worried about waking Tingruo, he opened the cupboard, grabbed a blanket, and decided to cover her legs.

However, his gaze was caught by Liu Tingruo’s lotus-root-like fair legs.

Tingruo’s legs weren’t stick-thin, but a kind of symmetrical harmony, fleshy yet not plump, possessing both tactile and aesthetic appeal.

As for those feet...

Before Jiang Shu could look closely, little Yi grabbed him, his face full of righteous indignation.

Yi: Master, your surname Pi is getting weirder and weirder.

Yi: Could you really bear to touch a Rumble Rock?

”...” Jiang Shu waved his hand to brush it off.

Was his surname Pi weird?

Of course not.

He wasn’t into faces, chests, legs, or feet, just purely a fan of Tingruo.

Afterwards, Jiang Shu covered Liu Tingruo’s legs with the blanket, turned, and left the room, not forgetting to wave at little Yi.

Little Yi hopped off the bed, put on its little shoes, and trotted after Jiang Shu’s steps.

Then, Jiang Shu found an empty room, activated the ”Peak” Spirit Technique and inserted a Magic Table.

Having a teleportation spot at home was essential, and Jiang Shu had arrangements for several others as well.

Being a homebody, he didn’t have many places to go regularly.

One at home, one at Black Currant Theater, one in the Thirteen District, one in Tingruo’s lab in the Fifth District was enough.

He could even keep two as spares.

Opening the door to Fish Mother’s room, Jiang Shu peeked inside; atop the vast bathtub floated a bucket with a beautiful woman’s head, its long hair spreading out over the water surface like a fluffy dandelion.

At first glance, this eerie, grotesque scene penetrated deeply into Jiang Shu’s marrow.

This sleeping posture was also one of the Fish Mother’s habits; she liked to slip into buckets but didn’t want to fully submerge as she still retained some traits of terrestrial creatures, like breathing.

She preferred to breathe through her mouth and nose, so this half-human-high bucket was her favorite, just fitting her entire body, with only her beautiful head sticking out to breathe above the water.

Jiang Shu was momentarily speechless; if Ito Junji saw this scene, it wouldn’t be long before a new comic was born, perhaps titled ”Human Head Bucket.”

Just the thought gave him the creeps.

Anyway, Fish Mother liked watching horror films, so why not talk to Li Yuntang about letting Fish Mother star in a horror film?

This was live octopus mother! It would even save special effects costs, and anyway...

This was octopus mother!

Could those with the strange Pi surname resist being tempted?

Octopus Mother’s debut was just around the corner.

However, it seemed that the Fish Mother in the bucket felt an itch, and the bucket suddenly moved in the middle of the bathtub and rolled over.

Fish Mother’s head plunged headfirst into the water.

After a brief calm, the barrel swayed continuously, and water splashed everywhere; it seemed she had inhaled a large gulp of water and was persistently struggling for life on the edge of death.

Watching this scene, Jiang Shu didn’t know whether he should help.

He was somewhat worried he might become the first person in history to witness an octopus drowning.

Shortly thereafter, the barrel turned from horizontal to upright, but upside-down.

The water surface in the bathtub slowly returned to calm, except for some small bubbles continuously rising from underneath, nothing could prove the existence of a drowning octopus mother here.

Jiang Shu: ”...”

Forget about filming a horror movie; Fish Mother was more suitable for a comedy with her goofy actions and her cold, world-weary face, which had a lot of dramatic effect.

He walked forward, arrived at the edge of the bathtub, and wanted to check inside.

In the crystal-clear bathtub, the barrel floated halfway above the water and sank halfway into the water, with Fish Mother’s head exactly on the lower half of the barrel.

Then, her body smoothly slid out of the barrel, her fair upper body submerged in water, first her slender neck, then her delicate collarbones and shoulders.