Chapter 2688 The Mad City Lord's Love-Hate Relationship 10
Ghostly shadows loomed in the woods, as if countless eyes were lurking in the darkness.
Beneath the stage, the filthy aura that had been extinguished by Yin Chaosheng's gaze quietly re-emerged, and a violent and greedy ghostly aura spread upwards.
The intense ghostly aura startled Yin Chaosheng, who was lost in a kiss.
He suddenly opened his eyes, the hazy, watery light in them replaced by murderous intent. Realizing what he was doing and how he had almost lost his composure in front of this mad dog, a dark cloud instantly settled over his face.
Yin Chaosheng shoved Jin Chen's shoulder hard, his voice hoarse, "Get out of my way! Don't bother me!"
Jin Chen naturally sensed the ominous ghostly aura, and took the opportunity to release Yin Chaosheng. She reached out and pulled up Yin Chaosheng's disheveled crimson shirt, which had slipped down to his arm, to cover his alluring, pale skin.
"Lord of the city, please be careful."
Yin Chaosheng: "..."
He was furious at the ghost's insolence. Who was it that tore his clothes just now? And now it's pretending to be some righteous ghost!
A surge of hatred welled up inside him, a desire to skin and tear the ghost in front of him apart, but now was clearly not the time to concern himself with that.
Yin Chaosheng glared at Jin Chen, then his figure transformed into a red shadow and swept towards the empty stage.
The moment he landed, the actors from before suddenly reappeared, their face paint even more bizarre, wielding rusty swords, spears, halberds, and other props, emitting sharp whistles as they attacked Yin Chaosheng!
Yin Chaosheng's stunningly beautiful face was even colder. Without even using any magical artifacts, he casually waved his wide sleeves, and the powerful, chilling ghostly energy turned the rushing actors into ashes once again, annihilating them all.
The dilapidated stage could not withstand the force and collapsed with a crash, revealing a bottomless hole below from which a strong, chilling aura of resentment surged forth.
Yin Chaosheng, dressed in red, flashed and fell into the cave.
Jin Chen stood below the stage, squinting at the deep cave entrance, then glancing at the mess scattered on the ground.
He bent down and picked up a long black whip from a pile of broken wood chips and cloth scraps. The handle of the whip was cold, and he didn't know which actor had left it behind.
Jin Chen casually flicked his whip and then leaped down.
The deeper one goes into the cave, the colder and more piercing it becomes, and all the light disappears. Only the faint clanging of chains and suppressed roars can be heard from the depths. The yin energy is faintly comparable to, or even more chaotic than, Yin Chaosheng's aura of the Ghost King.
Jin Chen felt a slight chill.
This place is not something that ordinary ghost towns can suppress. Even Yin Chaosheng had to expend some effort to break in. Since ghost towns cannot suppress it, where did this place originally belong?
Jin Chen didn't have time to think it through, and soon they reached the bottom of the cave.
Finally reaching the bottom, in the center of the cave stood a huge, rusty bronze door, its doors wide open, clearly the work of Yin Chaosheng.
The scene inside the door was even more horrifying.
Countless thick black chains, each as thick as a child's arm, extended from the top and walls of the grotto, crisscrossing and tightly binding a human-shaped figure.
That can hardly even be called a ghost anymore.
Its form was terrifying and inhuman. Its limbs had become abnormally thin, twisted, and long due to years of binding. Its skin was a lifeless bluish-gray color, covered with eerie incantations. Its head was huge, and its eyes were bloodshot and bulging, almost breaking free of their sockets, staring intently at the intruder.
Upon seeing Yin Chaosheng, it grinned, revealing jagged, sharp teeth, and its laughter was extremely grating, as if it were being forced out of a narrow, squeezed tube.
"Hahahahaha-"
Laughter echoed in the empty cave, filled with endless mockery and resentment.
"Yin Chaosheng...you piece of trash, you've finally...finally given me my chance! Once I get out, I'll turn your ghost city, along with that filthy human world, into a living hell!"
Yin Chaosheng stood before it, his stunningly beautiful face devoid of any expression, only displaying a cold indifference as if looking down upon ants.
Faced with the vicious curses, Yin Chaosheng's eyes were mocking, and a ghostly light gathered at his fingertips as he pointed it in mid-air.
Snap, clatter...
The chains binding the Ghost King snapped instantly, and the heavy chains crashed to the ground.
The Ghost King was stunned, his long limbs limp and powerless on the ground.
Jin Chen also subconsciously took two steps back, looking at Yin Chaosheng with an incredulous expression on her face.
“Yin Chaosheng, he insulted you, so just let him go.”
"You're going to kill me just because I kissed you?"
Yin Chaosheng turned around and glared at him, his eyes sharp as knives. "Shut up!"
The Ghost King had not expected that Yin Chaosheng would release him on his own initiative, moving his deformed, long arms that dragged on the ground.
Yin Chaosheng sneered, his tone utterly contemptuous, "I'm giving you a chance to see if you, this piece of trash, have the ability to walk out of this door."
Enraged by the blatant humiliation, the Ghost King let out a deafening shriek, and the ghostly energy that had been suppressed for countless years suddenly erupted, causing the entire cave to tremble.
It transformed into a twisted black shadow and pounced madly towards Yin Chaosheng.
In an instant, two powerful ghostly energies, capable of shaking heaven and earth, clashed and killed each other. The wind howled, stones fell in a flurry, and the light flickered.
Not wanting to be accidentally injured, Jin Chen retreated a short distance and casually created a small barrier.
Taking this opportunity, he carefully examined the prison cell.
The runes on the chains, the stench of decay... all exuded an eerie feeling that didn't belong to this world.
It's hard to imagine that such a place could exist in the human world, or rather, in a ghost city that exists in relation to the human capital.
Jin Chen was filled with doubts.
Looking at the battle in the arena, the Ghost King roared fiercely and launched a fierce attack, but Yin Chaosheng dealt with it with ease. His red clothes fluttered in the violent ghost energy, like a demonic flower blooming in the dark night.
It was less a battle and more a one-sided game played by Yin Chaosheng.
Jin Chen grumbled, "This Ghost King has a loud voice; I thought he was something special."
Zero Rolling wholeheartedly agrees, [A complete newbie, all he does is bark~]
Sure enough, the battle was decided in no time.
As if he had grown tired of playing, Yin Chaosheng produced a fragment of a bronze mirror with a faint glow from his fingertip, which struck the Ghost King squarely in the chest.
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"what!!!"
The Ghost King let out a shrill, distorted scream. The place struck by the ghostly light felt like it had been branded with a hot iron, emitting thick black smoke that quickly spread in all directions.
It looked down in disbelief at the ever-expanding, charred hole in its chest, raised its hand dripping with viscous liquid, and tried to touch its heart, but before it could reach it, its fingers broke off at the root and fell to the ground, turning into a pool of filthy blood.
"Impossible! How could you... how could you kill me? You clearly..."
The Ghost King's voice became intermittent, and his body was rapidly dissolving.
Yin Chaosheng stared at it expressionlessly.
The Ghost King finally saw the bronze mirror fragment in Yin Chaosheng's hand, and as if he had finally understood something, he let out a maniacal laugh.
“Bronze mirror…hahaha…Yin Chaosheng! You’re nothing but a lackey! They won’t let you go! Absolutely not…”
Before he finished speaking, the Ghost King's body completely melted away, leaving behind only a mess and a stench of resentment.
Yin Chaosheng stood still, the terrifying ghostly aura around him slowly receding, but the killing intent in his eerie eyes had not yet subsided.
He turned his head and his gaze fell on Jin Chen.
Jin Chen removed the barrier. "Now that this matter is settled, can we leave? This place is making me feel quite uncomfortable."
That's true. The chilling, resentful aura deep within this prison would probably make even a real vengeful ghost tremble, let alone a living person like him.
Even with the disguise, it still feels strangely uncomfortable after a while.
