Chapter 2694 The Mad City Lord's Love-Hate Relationship 16

Yin Chaosheng was obsessed with the unique aura emanating from Jin Chen, and this aura was most concentrated in his blood.

When he absorbs the energy, his own pure Yin energy will inevitably flow into Jin Chen's body through the wound. For ordinary vengeful ghosts, this might be a great tonic, which would help with their cultivation.

But Jin Chen was still a living person, and the extreme cold that entered his body made him feel as if he were holding a piece of ice, so cold that he was shivering.

He pinched Yin Chaosheng's chin, applying slight force to force him to release his lips and teeth that were biting his own flesh.

Yin Chaosheng raised his eyes, his gaze still lingering with infatuation, shrouded in a hazy mist—the kind of sinister, inhuman ghostly aura that belonged to a vengeful spirit.

Instead, Yin Chaosheng lowered his head, his lips brushing against Jin Chen's, as if he wanted to return the bloody smell to him and let him taste it too.

Thick blood spilled from between their intertwined lips and teeth, meandering down and drawing thin, translucent crimson lines across Jin Chen's chest, like several translucent crimson snakes silently crawling across, eerie and alluring.

Yin Chaosheng, satisfied with the kiss, squinted his eyes and then nestled back into Jin Chen's arms, his eyelashes drooping lazily. In the dim light, he raised his icy hand and gently stroked Jin Chen's nose, eyebrows, and eyes with his fingertips, lingering on the Netherworld Flower mark.

His voice was low and hoarse, carrying an unfathomable emotion, "I don't want you to die."

The ghost town's years are long and lonely, day after day, year after year, all that can be seen are twisted spirits and endless coldness.

If a daring and audacious ghost, who inexplicably pleases him, were to be utterly destroyed, with no chance of reincarnation, it would seem rather dull.

A faint glimmer of light appeared in Yin Chaosheng's lifeless pupils, a rare occurrence.

"Please, I beg you," he said, pointing at the ghost flower with his fingertip, his tone carrying a condescending arrogance yet concealing expectation, "I beg you to remove this ghost seal for me, since it's useless to you anyway."

Jin Chen kissed the cool corner of Yin Chaosheng's eyes, then pulled him and the quilt wrapped around him into her arms, gently resting her chin on the top of his head.

"What does the city lord want me to do with?" he asked mockingly, "Warm my bed?"

Before Yin Chaosheng could answer, Jin Chen continued, "Very well, in that case... we can't find any other ghosts by the City Lord's side."

Yin Chaosheng was thoroughly enjoying himself, letting out a comfortable hum, but he refused to back down.

"Whatever I want to do, is naturally permitted."

He turned his face to the side and put his ear close to Jin Chen's heart.

There was no vibrant heartbeat of a living person to be heard there, but strangely, from this close embrace, from the place where their skin touched, came a warmth that could soothe the soul and body.

How ridiculous! How many years has he been in this ghost town, feeling so cold? Even the sun hanging in the sky feels icy cold on him, so where does this warmth come from?

A hint of moisture welled up in Yin Chaosheng's dark eyes. He closed them blankly, groped for Jin Chen's waist, and fell into a deep sleep.

[Detected 10 points of affection for the villain Yin Chaosheng, bringing the total to 38!]

[Villain Yin Chaosheng's corruption level detected -5, total 86!]

As the moon passed its zenith, the sky over the ghost town grew increasingly gloomy and eerie.

The dormant ghost flower mark between Jin Chen's brows suddenly bloomed.

The petals emitted a faint, almost eerie light, which then quickly dimmed.

At the same time, Jin Chen's soul became transparent and silently left Yin Chaosheng's arms and the cold bed, returning to her physical body in the mortal world.

At dawn.

Yin Chaosheng was awakened by annoying, intermittent crying.

He had a rare good night's sleep, free from the lingering resentment of the past, and now, startled awake, he was extremely agitated.

"What's that skeleton outside crying about?!" Yin Chaosheng shouted angrily. "Shut up! Get it out!"

Yin Chaosheng kicked to the side, but his toes missed the cold brocade quilt.

His heart skipped a beat for no reason. He turned his head to the side, only to find it empty.

empty.

Jin Chen is not here.

Yin Chaosheng was stunned. He blinked his narrow eyes. Last night, that person had forcefully imprisoned him in his arms and spoken recklessly.

"Get in here!" he shouted sternly towards the outside of the hall.

Upon hearing the summons, Gu Baibai hurriedly stopped crying and scrambled into the inner hall, kneeling beneath the bed, his skeleton still trembling slightly.

"City Lord..."

Yin Chaosheng sat up, the brocade quilt slipping from his shoulders. His narrow eyes coldly stared at the kneeling skeleton, and he asked, word by word.

"Where is Jin Chen?"

Gu Bai tilted his head, puzzled by the city lord's question, but still answered honestly.

"Lord of the City, today is the seventh day. Lord Jin Chen's soul has already been scattered..."

Yin Chaosheng's fingertips, which were draped over the brocade quilt, twitched slightly, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged as he gripped the satin tightly.

His pupils trembled violently, and his ghostly aura became chaotic, almost causing him to lose his perfect human form and reveal a somewhat ferocious ghostly appearance.

Yin Chaosheng asked the question again, his voice dry and strained, in a nervous tone.

"What did you say?"

Gu Baibai was startled by his reaction, her bones creaking, and her voice became even softer, "City Lord, the Netherworld Flower on Lord Jinchen's body has bloomed. At dawn this morning, the fragrance of the flower spread throughout the side hall, and his soul has already been scattered."

Yin Chaosheng sat there quietly, motionless, the light in his narrow eyes extinguished, and the faint scent of sandalwood lingering in the bed could still be smelled.

After a long while, he suddenly chuckled softly, his laughter was very light and his tone was strange.

"Is that so..." Yin Chaosheng parted his lips slightly, his aura turning ominous, "Has your soul been scattered?"