Chapter 6: What Shouldn't Be Seen

  Just like the Adventurer's Guild, Alchemist's House also has a very literal meaning.

  Originally, Wu Song had intended to go eat something after leaving home, but when he passed by the Alchemist's house, he suddenly remembered that there was a woman waiting for him inside, and Wu Song inexplicably entered the Alchemist's house.

  The Alchemist's House is where alchemists live and also serves as their temporary laboratory, just like adventurers can receive quests at the Adventurer's Guild. Although both the Adventurer's Guild and the Alchemist's House are organizations that gather similar people, the status of adventurers and alchemists is vastly different. Before reaching a certain level, adventurers are absolutely insignificant, but even the lowest-level alchemist is an object of contention among major powers. This is why some people refer to the Alchemist's House as a palace, while referring to the Adventurer's Guild as the toilet within the palace.

  Due to the blow from the tripled material needed for body multiplication, Wu Song was no longer in the mood to appreciate how magnificent and grand the Alchemist's house was. He dazedly greeted the guarding soldier and floated all the way to Miss Mu's third laboratory. He opened the door and was immediately stunned. There was an icicle hanging right in front of him, its tip gleaming with a cold light, less than a centimeter away from his forehead. What made Wu Song feel even more chilled to the bone was that the owner of the icicle was staring straight at him. And... she was only wearing a pink little underwear! A few strands of fluffy hair formed by layered keratin scales were desperately poking out from the gap between her small underwear and her plump, white thighs, making it especially eye-catching.

  From the perspective of a physiologist who has seen countless action movies, Wu Song felt that Miss Mu's body was perfect.

  The woman's face is delicate as porcelain, with fine eyebrows and phoenix eyes, a small nose slightly upturned, looking very cute. The plump and red lips make people have the urge to kiss them. The woman's body is slender yet full, two round and protruding hemispheres gently rising and falling with each breath, like two white jade-carved mountain peaks stretching out soft curves. Between the mountain peaks, a deep valley can easily trap any man, making it impossible for him to extricate himself. According to Wu Song's usual way of describing women, Miss Mu's appearance is very Gisele Bundchen, her figure is very Poppy Montgomery, and her bust is very Aoi Sora.

  "Uh... sorry, I forgot to knock!" The woman's body was like a black hole emitting infinite attraction, although some lecherous guy wanted to know if the body in front of him could dance as wildly as a belly dancer, but Wu Song, who had an ice pick pressed against his forehead, didn't have the mood to appreciate this exquisite work of art. Having a good view was precious, but life was even more valuable, and at this moment he only thought about how to get rid of the ice pick in front of him.

  "Give it back to me!" Seeing Wu Song coming in, the woman smiled slightly and playfully, with a flick of her hand, the ice cone in mid-air instantly turned into a pile of ice shavings on the ground, and the temperature in the room seemed to rise sharply in an instant.

  "I'll go out first, you change your clothes and I'll come back in." Wu Song was somewhat unable to accept Miss Mu's candid treatment.

  From a man's perspective, Miss Mu's body was undoubtedly a sumptuous feast for the eyes, but facing a feast that could only be looked at and not eaten, or rather, one filled with poison, Wu Song felt it wasn't enjoyment, but absolute torture!

  Through previous contact, Wu Song clearly recognized that the owner of this absolutely beautiful body in front of him was not a gentle and obedient little sheep, but a mother wolf wearing sheepskin. If he dared to take off his pants and rush up, his little brother would probably be frozen into an ice stick by this 18th-level grandmaster (equivalent to an 8th-level plasticizer) in an instant. For safety's sake, he couldn't afford to ponder why this strange and beautiful alchemist didn't like wearing clothes when conducting alchemy experiments.

  "Get out of my sight! You've seen me before, don't try this with me!" The little girl gave Wu Song a slap on the face, and he was immediately struck, his whole body felt like it had been electrocuted, his bones were all numb. If he wasn't born with some anemia, at this moment, blood would probably be gushing out of his nostrils.

  "I'd better get out of here, we can talk properly when I'm decently dressed." Wu Song shook his head, trying to keep himself awake and clear-headed. He bowed his waist and backed away towards the door, not because he had great respect for Miss Mu, but because the umbrella covering his crotch was just too embarrassing.

  "Wu Song, does your mother's body not enter your eyes? Or are you full and want to welch on the debt? You come back to me, if you dare take half a step out of this door, I'll shout rape! You should know what the consequences are of raping an alchemist. If I really let the words out, even if you escape to the Blood Feather Empire, I have ways to make you not get away with it!" The seduction was ineffective, and the woman immediately retreated and put on another disguise.

  "Hmm... Miss Mu, what's the point of this?" Wu Song thought that if just looking could satisfy his hunger, he would have starved to death 860 times by now! He had the urge to make a quick exit, but in this world without DNA testing technology, for the sake of clearing his name, Wu Song endured the impulse to rush out the door. He stood at the entrance, laughing dryly, unable to move forward or backward, unable to stand up straight or bend down, facing this female devil who changed her expression faster than she could drop her pants, which was even more stressful than facing a hundred ghostly silver-maned leopards of Ghost Mist Ridge.

  "What do you call me? Miss Mu, damn it, you've seen my body and still ask if I'm Miss Mu? Bastard! If you dare, try shouting those three words again!" The woman's beautiful eyes gazed afar, her small mouth pouting as she puffed out her cheeks. It was like a little girl throwing a tantrum, but this expression on her face seemed so natural, so cute, without any hint of pretence.

  "Xiang... Xiang'er (just hearing this name... what kind of sister is she, you understand, but this time I'm not going to make this type of sister the first female lead), can't we just put on some clothes and talk properly?! Wu Song felt like he was about to be driven mad, the more enticing this woman was, the more he felt tortured. Rather than looking but not being able to eat, feeling suffocated and suffering, he would rather see nothing at all."