Chapter 2687 The Mad City Lord's Love-Hate Relationship 09

Jin Chen followed Yin Chaosheng through several deep corridors to a pavilion.

The eaves and corners of the pavilion exuded a deathly aura, and the ghostly aura surrounding it was exceptionally thick and cold. The moment Yin Chaosheng stepped inside, Jin Chen glanced inside.

The interior was dimly lit, and one could only vaguely see countless jars and pots densely packed on the stacked wooden shelves.

The jars were of various shapes and colors, mostly ominous shades of black, blue, and purple. Their mouths were sealed tightly, and their surfaces seemed to be engraved with twisted runes. A mixture of decay, resentment, and despair emanated from them, creating an eerie and ominous atmosphere.

In the center of the attic, ten jars, several times larger than the others, were arranged in a circle. The blue jars trembled and trembled, restless and uneasy, faintly resisting the ghostly aura surrounding Yin Chaosheng.

Yin Chaosheng's voice was colder than usual. "Stand outside the door."

With that, he waved his hand, and the door to the pavilion slammed shut, shutting Jin Chen out.

Jin Chen stood outside the door as instructed, but her mind was racing as she pondered to herself.

While he was pondering, an unusual banging sound suddenly came from inside the door, along with Yin Chaosheng's extremely low but stern shout.

Jin Chen's heart tightened, and he pushed open the heavy door.

The moment the door opened, a sudden suction force came, as if a vortex had appeared out of thin air.

Jin Chen felt dizzy and disoriented, the light and shadows before his eyes twisting and changing, and his body was uncontrollably pulled into the chaotic darkness.

When I opened my eyes again, the scenery around me was completely different.

Jin Chen found himself sitting in a luxuriously decorated private room.

The carved rosewood bed, the brocade curtains with tassels, and the tables, chairs, and desks are all made of exquisite materials, yet they exude an indescribable eeriness.

The room was filled with the smell of incense that had been burning for years, mixed with the faint, chilly smell of a coffin.

Everywhere you look, the colors are exceptionally vibrant, as if you are in a paper world painted with bold strokes.

Jin Chen stood up, walked to the door, and gently pushed it open.

Outside the door was a narrow, long, and seemingly endless brightly colored alley.

The sky was overcast and gloomy. Several figures stood in the alley, their shapes distorted and exuding a thick, malevolent aura. They were all vengeful ghosts who had lost their minds and were driven only by their instinct to devour.

Upon hearing the door open, the closest ghost suddenly turned its head, letting out a sharp, piercing screech, and pounced on all fours.

Good guy!

Jin Chen reacted quickly, slamming the door shut with a bang, the door panel making a loud thud.

Jin Chen leaned against the door, lost in thought.

This place should be the so-called Green Altar... Logically speaking, he should be a ghost in their eyes right now.

These vengeful spirits in the altar actually wanted to eat each other.

This time, we really have no choice but to fight.

Jin Chen glanced around the room, picked up a wooden stick, and opened the door again.

The vengeful ghost was clinging to the door, and as soon as the door opened, it bared its fangs and claws and pounced inside.

After half a cup of tea.

The surviving ghosts screamed and fled, nearly scared to death.

Jin Chen politely stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him.

He walked along the narrow alleyway, flanked by towering, brightly colored but lifeless walls.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the faint sound of opera singing came from ahead, its melody melodious and poignant, standing out starkly in the deathly silence.

Following the sound, the alley suddenly opened up into a desolate wilderness, with a stage standing alone in the center.

The stage was decorated with red silk. Several actors dressed in colorful costumes and with their faces painted with heavy makeup swayed their sleeves and sang in a melodious voice. However, their movements were stiff, their eyes were empty, and their lyrics were unclear, giving off a sinister and ghostly aura.

Below the stage, dozens of tables and chairs were neatly arranged, but only at the very front table sat a figure.

The vengeful ghost wore a long, flowing crimson robe and had black hair that cascaded down like a waterfall.

Jin Chen calmly sat down in the empty chair and greeted, "City Lord."

Upon hearing the sound, Yin Chaosheng turned his head in confusion, his eerie pupils shimmering with unpredictable light under the stage lights.

"Why are you here?"

Jin Chen: "I heard some unusual noises inside the house and thought you were in danger, so I pushed open the door and came here."

He looked around and asked, "Where is this place?"

Yin Chaosheng narrowed his stunning eyes, stared at Jin Chen for a moment, then suddenly smiled, lazily propped his chin up with his hand, and parted his red lips slightly, his tone cruel and playful.

“This place… is a prison that even vengeful ghosts avoid. You disobeyed and trespassed, so I will imprison you here forever, torment you until your soul is scattered.”

Upon hearing this, Jin Chen earnestly reminded him, "City Lord, you forgot that you said yourself that my soul would be scattered in six days, it doesn't have to be forever."

Yin Chaosheng: "..."

He was always unpredictable and had an unfathomable mind, but he happened to meet Jin Chen, who could easily provoke his anger with just a few words.

Yin Chaosheng's aura suddenly turned cold, and his stunningly beautiful face gradually twisted into a bizarre and sinister expression. His long, jade-like fingers peeled away the flesh, turning into bare white bones, and reached for Jin Chen's neck.

Enveloped in the heavy scent of incense, and due to the extremely close proximity, Yin Chaosheng also caught a whiff of the somber sandalwood fragrance emanating from Jin Chen, an inexplicable attraction.

Yin Chaosheng leaned forward slightly, sniffing Jin Chen's neck lazily and indifferently, but his grip on Jin Chen's neck did not loosen.

His bright red lips parted slightly, his breath icy cold, "I can make your soul vanish right now."

Jin Chen twitched her eyebrows slightly and pressed Yin Chaosheng face up onto the cold table. The incense burner, candlesticks and other items on the table all rolled to the ground with a clatter.

The singing on stage hadn't stopped, accompanied by an eerie accompaniment.

Jin Chen pinned Yin Chaosheng between himself and the table, their bodies pressed tightly together, his gaze fixed on the man beneath him with a hint of danger.

"Does the city lord really want me dead?"

Yin Chaosheng gave a cold sneer, his crimson robe trailing behind him as his long boots stepped onto Jin Chen's inner thigh. His tone suddenly became gentle and tender, like a lover's whispered murmur.

"If you are afraid, you can kneel down and beg me."

Jin Chen sighed softly, "They really don't listen."

Before he finished speaking, Jin Chen increased the force with which he was suppressing Yin Chaosheng, completely trapping him in a small space.

Yin Chaosheng struggled, but found it difficult to break free. His eyes darted around blankly. "You..."

His response was the crisp sound of fabric tearing.

Jin Chen tore open the crimson fabric on Yin Chaosheng's shoulder with her bare hands, revealing the pale, jade-like skin beneath.

How dare he! !

Kill him!!!!

Yin Chaosheng's heart was filled with overwhelming anger and murderous intent. Ghostly energy surged out uncontrollably, the cold wind in the forest suddenly intensified, and it made a shrill howl. Even the lights on the stage flickered.

Jin Chen, oblivious to everything, placed her palm on Yin Chaosheng's bare waist, her voice low and husky, which seemed even more alluring in this strange environment.

"Lord, the actors on stage... are still watching you."

Yin Chaosheng froze, feeling a shiver run through the area that had been touched. His gaze swept across the stage, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

In an instant, all the lights on the stage went out, and all the actors vanished without a trace, turning to ashes.

In the desolate wilderness, only they remained, along with the howling wind.

Yin Chaosheng once again fiercely gripped Jin Chen's throat, his fingertips gathering a chilling ghostly power powerful enough to shatter even ordinary vengeful spirits.

Jin Chen lowered his head first, rubbed his nose against hers intimately, and asked in a low voice with a playful smile, "Why does the city lord always want to kill me? Is it... because he's dissatisfied with me?"

Yin Chaosheng's expression shifted between light and dark, his eerie eyes swirling with murderous intent as he forced out two words through clenched teeth.

"Mad dog!"

Jin Chen didn't give him a chance to speak and lowered her head to kiss him.

Yin Chaosheng's body trembled, and he instinctively struggled.

But that familiar, aggressive, warm touch returned, and the strange, unfamiliar itch deep within his soul revived.

Yin Chaosheng stopped struggling, his eyes becoming somewhat unfocused under Jin Chen's kiss, and the ghostly power gathered at his fingertips quietly dissipated.

He simply stopped resisting, his eyes lazily narrowing, revealing a hint of unconscious daze. The hand that had been gripping Jin Chen's throat slipped down unintentionally and rested on Jin Chen's broad shoulder, his fingertips slightly curled, which instead exuded a bewitching and seductive charm.

[The detection of the villain triggers the heartbeat value, the heartbeat value is +10, and the total is 10! 】