What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real? novel Chapter 1289

Hospitality is a crucial part of dealing with people.

Common routines include burning incense, playing the zither, offering tea, and so on.

But being told to bathe first—this was Ye Yu’s first time seeing that one.

Seriously? Did the ancient yokai have a custom like this? He’d never heard of it.

The maid called Xiao Hong, blank-faced, lifted a hand and pointed outside. "The bathhouse is out there. Please."

Ye Yu didn’t answer at once. Instead he sent a heart-voice to the “sleeping” Luo Shu in the cage behind him: "What exactly is going on?"

"What else? We’ve run into the God Realm’s famous Poison Madam."

"Rumor has it her true body is a serpent yokai. She has a mysterious intel channel, claims to know the world’s affairs, and is extremely skilled at cookery.

"So she opened an alliance that specializes in selling information—and gourmet food.

"Outrageously expensive, but worth every coin.

"It’s called the Home of Yokai Gods, but that’s just a banner to lure unlucky yokai in as ingredients.

"If you made it here, she’s probably got her eye on your bear paws."

At that, Ye Yu felt his hands go cold.

This was a straight-up black shop.

No wonder he hadn’t seen any other yokai in the alliance—looked like they’d all been eaten.

Seeing Ye Yu still silent, Xiao Hong spoke again: "The bathhouse is outside. Please."

This time her voice was much louder,

threaded with a hint of divine power that set the cutting board on the table faintly trembling.

At that sight, Ye Yu started to consider killing the maid and getting out with Luo Shu.

But a heartbeat later, Luo Shu’s voice sounded in his mind again.

"Poison Madam looks soft, but her true strength is unfathomable. Even at my peak, I couldn’t guarantee a solid win against her."

"Don’t think about forcing it. Better to go with the maid to the bathhouse—and slip away quietly."

Ye Yu sent back, "What about you?"

"Don’t worry about me. I’ll figure something out. You make sure you can get out first."

No sooner had Luo Shu’s words fallen than Xiao Hong repeated herself a third time:

"The bathhouse is outside. Please."

Divine power began to churn around her.

A pressure unique to a Heavenly God–level expert swept out.

No question: if Ye Yu didn’t answer now, the next repetition would likely come with a direct attack.

Xiao Hong was like a machine with preset instructions—

cold, relentless, with zero flexibility.

"All right," Ye Yu said. "Lead the way."

Xiao Hong nodded and walked straight for the door.

Her slender back, to Ye Yu’s eyes, was full of openings.

If he struck fast enough, killing her wouldn’t be hard—but doing it without alerting Poison Madam would be.

By Luo Shu’s account, in his heyday he’d been late-stage Divine Lord.

If even he couldn’t claim a sure win over Poison Madam, that meant she was at least at that level.

No—possibly stronger.

After all, these last years Luo Shu had been knocked back to his original form, but she’d never been injured. Taking another step forward wasn’t out of the question.

That was the real reason Ye Yu completely shelved the idea of acting.

Led by Xiao Hong, he arrived outside a separate wooden hut.

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