Chapter 2684 The Mad City Lord's Love-Hate Relationship 06
The Netherworld Flower stamen thread, which was about to touch Jin Chen's heart, trembled violently as if burned by flames, and quickly retracted from the back of Jin Chen's neck, transforming back into an ordinary flower stamen, trembling slightly.
A strange and soft touch came from my lips, and... a warmth that seemed to burn my soul.
Yin Chaosheng had no idea what this audacious ghost was planning to do. He only felt a strange itch deep within his soul, as if thousands of ants were crawling in his bone marrow.
He subconsciously curled his fingertips, pressing them against Jin Chen's shoulder with unbearable force, but then involuntarily tightened them, his nails digging into the flesh, and a faint smell of blood permeated the air once again.
The bumpy red sedan chair suddenly stopped and landed on the ground.
The next instant, a violent surge of Yin energy erupted from Yin Chaosheng's body.
The curtain of the red sedan chair was yanked open, and Jin Chen was thrown out, staggering back several steps before regaining her balance.
He looked up and found himself in an extremely spacious but dimly lit hall.
The candlelight inside the hall was dim and cold, illuminating the luxurious yet sinister furnishings.
Almost simultaneously, Yin Chaosheng also stepped out of the sedan chair.
His crimson robe was slightly disheveled, and his fingertips lightly brushed across the corner of his lips, leaving dark traces.
Yin Chaosheng's eyes were filled with icy killing intent as he looked at Jin Chen, his voice filled with gritted teeth.
Were you a dog when you were alive?!
How dare you offend him in this way!
Jin Chen's gaze swept across the main hall, noticing the ghost servants, whether they were guarding the entrance or rushing forward upon hearing the commotion, bowing their heads and waiting for orders.
Without exception, they were all outstanding in appearance, and at this moment they could not hide their astonishment as they looked at him, the uninvited guest who had been thrown out of the sedan chair by the city lord.
Jinchen: "..."
He's annoyed.
Wait a minute, something doesn't seem right.
Jin Chen looked more closely at the ghost servants who stood with their hands at their sides. They were dressed uniformly and had a respectful posture, making them seem more like... servants.
Jin Chen stepped forward, looked at Yin Chaosheng who was listening to the green-robed ghost servant's whispered report with a cold face, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "When the city lord mentioned serving, did he mean staying in the city lord's mansion to do his work?"
Yin Chaosheng's attention was diverted to Jin Chen, and he felt that Jin Chen's question was extremely stupid.
He raised his hand, gesturing for the blue-robed ghost servant beside him to step back. He glanced sideways at Jin Chen with his phoenix eyes and asked, "Otherwise what?"
Jin Chen: "...Oh."
It turns out he misunderstood; this kind of "serving" is not the same as that kind of "serving".
Having figured out the key point, Jin Chen's face immediately brightened, and he smiled broadly, as if he hadn't been the one thrown out just now.
Jin Chen took a few steps forward, and under Yin Chaosheng's murderous gaze, she lightly wrapped her arms around that supple waist, her well-defined fingertips seemingly unintentionally tracing across his back.
“Then what the city lord said earlier, there’s no need to dismiss them,” Jin Chen said casually. “Keeping them is fine too; more ghosts make things easier.”
Yin Chaosheng: "..."
He was almost amused by the ghost's unpredictable words and actions, and his face grew even colder.
Jin Chen pretended not to see it, and took advantage of the moment when he lowered his head again to gently kiss the corner of his lips that he had just bitten and was bleeding.
This time the movements were much gentler, and even had a soothing quality.
A strange, unfamiliar itch seeped out from the depths of his soul once more, and Yin Chaosheng's expression became extremely complex and difficult to discern, a mixture of coldness and bewilderment, and he even forgot to push it away for a moment.
Just then, Yin Chaosheng raised his hand and gently touched Jin Chen's forehead with his cool fingertips.
An extremely cold aura, like a venomous snake, instantly burrowed in from the point of contact, rapidly spreading down the spine. Wherever it passed, even the flow of spiritual energy seemed to stagnate for a moment.
Jin Chen couldn't help but tremble slightly.
He heard Yin Chaosheng whisper, his voice laced with a cold laugh, so close to his face: "For the sake of this appearance... I'll keep you for another seven days."
"Seven days later, his soul will be scattered and his spirit will be gone."
"In this ghost city, no vengeful ghost has ever escaped my grasp."
