Chapter 2683 The Mad City Lord's Love-Hate Relationship 05

Inside the red sedan chair was a completely different world, much more spacious than it appeared from the outside. It was fully equipped with a soft couch, a tea stove, and an incense table. Wisps of blue smoke drifted from the incense burner, but they only brought a chilly atmosphere and no warmth whatsoever.

Jin Chen was thrown backward onto the couch, propping himself up with his elbows. His chin was still being lifted by that icy, bone-chilling hand, forcing him to look up.

Yin Chaosheng leaned forward, his blood-red robe spreading out and almost enveloping him.

Yin Chaosheng's pupils were extremely dark, like vortexes that could suck in one's soul. He stared intently at Jin Chen's face, a strange and eerie curve appearing at the corner of his lips.

The moment their eyes met, Jin Chen suddenly had the illusion that he was being watched by an extremely terrifying force.

[The villain Yin Chaosheng from this world's storyline has been detected, triggering a corruption threshold. Current corruption threshold: 91!]

[Task requirement: Clear the blackening value to zero and change the tragic ending of the villain. 】

"When did you die?" Yin Chaosheng stared at Jin Chen, his voice soft and drawn out.

Jin Chen lowered his eyes and changed his words, "I've only been in Ghost City for two days."

"Hmm...new ghost." Yin Chaosheng's voice was faint, and his laughter became even more glamorous. He slowly lowered his head and gently sniffed Jin Chen's neck, as if he were smelling some delicacy, and gently inhaled.

Jin Chen tensed up for a moment, his eyes trembled slightly, and he circulated his primordial spiritual power to suppress his yang energy deep in his dantian.

Yin Chaosheng could only smell the somber, gloomy scent of sandalwood. He narrowed his eyes and ran his fingertips across Jin Chen's Adam's apple. The touch was damp and slippery, like a water snake crawling across him.

“Very good,” Yin Chaosheng said with great satisfaction. He parted his crimson lips slightly, leaned close to Jin Chen’s ear, and breathed gently into it. His breath was icy cold. “I like this appearance very much. You will stay by my side.”

At extremely close range, Jin Chen saw that beneath Yin Chaosheng's cold and beautiful face, flesh and bone alternated in an eerie and uncanny way, his deep pupils carrying an indescribable allure.

Jin Chen moved the hand he was supporting himself with, his fingers finding Yin Chaosheng's hand beside him, his fingertips gripping his wrist, and slowly tightening.

His voice was deep. "Do you want me to serve the city lord? I don't know how."

Yin Chaosheng looked down at Jin Chen, his smile unchanged, yet a chill inexplicably creeping into his expression. "If you can't learn it, then..."

Yin Chaosheng flipped his palm, and Jin Chen's wrist slipped away. His fingertips, like snakes, crawled up Jin Chen's forearm and easily pierced the flesh, causing blood to trickle down her forearm.

Jin Chen didn't seem to care much, but instead looked directly at Yin Chaosheng and asked, "How many ghosts serve the City Lord in the City Lord's Mansion?"

Attracted by the faint aura emanating from Jin Chen after she bled, Yin Chaosheng lazily lowered his eyes and said casually, "How could I possibly remember?"

Jinchen: "..."

Very good, it seems there are quite a few.

Jin Chen dodged Yin Chaosheng's arm that was supporting him from above, turned over and sat up. He ran his palm over the bleeding wound on his forearm, and the wound disappeared without a trace.

Yin Chaosheng turned his head in confusion, a flash of scarlet light in his pupils, and stared straight at Jin Chen.

Jin Chen met his gaze. "City Lord, why don't we dismiss them all and leave only me?"

Yin Chaosheng scoffed, a mocking smile curving his crimson lips. "What a joke! Who gave you permission to offer me your opinions?"

Yin Chaosheng raised his fingertips again and gently stroked Jin Chen's cheek, this time with a hint of amusement.

"However... you are quite bold, not afraid of me."

Jin Chen was almost laughing in anger, but her face remained calm as she replied dryly, "So scared."

Immediately, Jin Chen turned over cleanly and neatly, turning her back to Yin Chaosheng, and comfortably lay back on the inside of the bed, closing her eyes to rest, clearly indicating that she no longer wanted to pay attention to him.

Yin Chaosheng: "..."

He had never seen such an... ungrateful, even presumptuous, soul.

Just as Jin Chen closed his eyes, pondering what Yin Chaosheng intended to do by raising so many beautiful ghosts in the city lord's mansion, he suddenly noticed that the surrounding yin energy had become thicker.

Jin Chen suddenly opened his eyes. The light gauze hanging from the four corners of the bed moved without wind, tightening suddenly as if it were a living thing, and wrapped around his limbs and torso.

The gauze curtain had a strange feel to it, and in an instant, it completely enveloped Jin Chen.

Jin Chen struggled for a moment, but the gauze curtains tightened further, and a strong feeling of suffocation washed over her.

He looked up at the flamboyant ghost king, who was leaning lazily against the bedpost and watching him struggle with great interest. His voice deepened, "Since the city lord has no shortage of ghosts to serve him, why force me to do this?"

Jin Chen's tone turned cold. "Let go."

His response was an increasingly dense and substantial ghostly aura, and blue smoke swirling in the incense burner, filling the room.

The smoke seemed to have a numbing effect on her soul as she inhaled it. The gauze binding her body tightened even more, and Jin Chen gradually felt difficulty breathing. Her cold and alluring face gradually turned red due to lack of oxygen.

Suddenly, spiritual energy erupted from Jin Chen's body, and the red gauze curtain wrapped around her tore apart inch by inch, turning into wisps of yin energy and dissipating.

Before Yin Chaosheng could react, Jin Chen had already taken the initiative and pinned Yin Chaosheng to the bed.

He moved with lightning speed, tearing off a piece of red gauze that had broken off and fallen beside him, wrapping it around Yin Chaosheng's pale and slender wrist, and binding it above his head.

"Lord of the City," Jin Chen lowered his head, his breathing slightly rapid from the struggle, his gaze fixed on the person beneath him, "Is this how you serve me?"

Yin Chaosheng was slightly taken aback, then chuckled softly. His pupils shimmered, reflecting an eerie light like precious glass. His thin lips parted and closed, exhaling a cold, damp breath, his tone mocking.

"How interesting... You think that once you become a ghost, you won't feel pain and can do whatever you want?"

“Of course not,” Jin Chen replied, but his hands didn’t stop. His free hand slowly moved up to pull up Yin Chaosheng’s slightly open crimson collar. The movement was gentle, but it was full of control.

However, he showed no sign of loosening his grip on Yin Chaosheng's wrists.

In the ghost city, the souls of the ghosts who had previously provoked Yin Chaosheng had long been extracted by him and sealed in the dark and sunless Soul Altar.

Yin Chaosheng disliked the overly unruly nature beneath this perfect exterior, and preferred to keep only the exterior to make a puppet for his amusement.

Thinking of this, Yin Chaosheng's smile became even more sinister. Even though his fingers were bound, they could still move nimbly, gently touching Jin Chen's heart. His voice was low and ambiguous, yet it sent chills down one's spine, adding to his bewitching charm.

"You should be grateful... for the good fortune bestowed upon you by this body."

The moment the words fell, clusters of dark red ghost flowers suddenly appeared on the four walls of the red sedan chair. The stamens trembled and transformed into countless fine, hair-like threads that glowed with blood. In an instant, they pierced the skin on the back of Jin Chen's neck and drilled straight toward his heart.

Jin Chen felt a chill run down his spine, realizing that Yin Chaosheng's actions were an attempt to probe his soul. If the flower stamen touched his heart, his identity as a living person would be exposed immediately.

Jin Chen lowered her head and kissed Yin Chaosheng's lips, which still held a mocking smile.

"Well…"

Yin Chaosheng's body trembled for a moment, and his pupils suddenly contracted.