Chapter 2701 The Mad City Lord's Love-Hate Relationship 23

These past two days, Fu Lingjing has been extremely frustrated at the City Lord's Mansion.

Let alone getting close to the city lord Yin Chaosheng, they even ran into obstacles at every turn when trying to get some information. Those ghost servants were all arrogant and ignored them, but showed great respect to Jin Chen.

This blatant discrimination fueled his anger and resentment.

But the immortal was still urging them on.

Let me show you the way. Don't just wander around here aimlessly. Find out what Jin Chen is doing, find a way to infiltrate his circle, and follow him. Only then will you find your true opportunity.

Fu Lingjing couldn't help but refute in his heart.

"Why should I follow him? Am I, Fu Lingjing, inferior to him? I can also earn the city lord's favor through my own abilities!"

"You're nothing!" the immortal's voice was merciless and full of disdain. "You can't even see the city lord! Stop talking nonsense and go!"

Fu Lingjing: "..."

Just as they were gritting their teeth, they happened to see one of the two guardian ghosts carrying a rather heavy-looking, tightly sealed small jar, hurrying past under the corridor in the distance. Judging from the direction, it was heading towards the city lord's bedroom.

A sinister glint flashed in Fu Lingjing's eyes.

He recalled the humiliation of being scolded and driven away by the left and right protectors these past two days, and then thought that Jin Chen was currently in the garden plotting something good, and a wicked thought welled up in his heart.

Fu Lingjing quickly stepped forward, blocking the way of the two protectors, and bowed respectfully. "My lords, I just saw someone secretly gathering in the garden, whispering and acting suspiciously! I'm afraid... I'm afraid they're plotting something detrimental to the city lord! I urge you two to investigate immediately to prevent any unforeseen events!"

Upon hearing this, the left and right guardians' expressions changed drastically. This was no small matter!

The two ghosts exchanged a glance, and without thinking twice, they grabbed the jar and charged aggressively toward the garden!

Seeing this, Gu Baibai exclaimed "Oh!" and gloated as he hid behind the artificial hill to wait for the show to begin.

Those two old devils are really asking for it!

The two ghosts, carrying jars, stormed into the garden with murderous intent. Just as they rounded a cluster of strangely blooming black flowers, they bumped right into Jin Chen, who was sitting on a stone table, resting his chin on his hand and glancing at them sideways.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

The two guardians, who were quite powerful even in the Ghost City, were frozen in place as if under a spell, their hands holding the jar forgotten to tighten.

Ling Gun Gun peeked out from Jin Chen's shoulder, looking at the two dumbfounded ghosts, and couldn't help but sigh.

[Tsk tsk, for a moment, it's impossible to tell who's encountered a ghost.]

Chu Jiushan was startled and instinctively tried to stand up to explain, "My lords! We were just..."

Jin Chen raised his hand and casually tapped Chu Jiushan's head, signaling him to calm down.

Then he turned to his left and right protectors, a kind smile playing on his lips, "Left and right protectors, it's been a long time."

The right protector's hand holding the jar trembled, almost dropping it, as the fear of being controlled surged into his heart.

"You...you actually came back!"

The Left Protector reacted even faster, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace, and said rapidly, "Long time no see! You're busy, we were just passing by! Goodbye!"

After saying that, he turned around and tried to slip away, clutching the jar, wishing he had more legs.

Jin Chen spoke slowly, causing the two ghosts to freeze in place.

"Wait, what are you carrying? They look quite unique. Leave one jar for me to play with."

The Right Protector was almost in tears, clutching the jar tightly. "This...this is what the City Lord specifically requested, we can't give it to him..."

Jin Chen still had that same smiling look on his face. "City Lord, I want one too."

"Oh dear! Give it to him! Give it to him quickly!" The Left Protector was afraid that if he was too slow, he would be targeted by this evil god again. He hurriedly put the jar he was carrying on the stone table. He didn't care about the city lord's orders. He grabbed the remaining jar, pulled the Right Protector who was still hesitating, and as if being chased by a ghost, he darted out of the garden in the blink of an eye and disappeared without a trace.

Its speed was so fast that it was a miracle of the ghost town.

The three people, including Fu Lingjing, who had watched the whole thing from outside the garden, were dumbfounded.

Fu Lingjing was especially incredulous. Pointing into the garden, he stammered to the retreating figures of the two bodyguards who had just escaped, "M-My lord! He...they..."

"Pah! You son of a bitch!"

Left Protector, still shaken after escaping to a safe distance, heard Fu Lingjing's voice and unleashed a torrent of anger upon him, feigning a kick from afar, yelling, "I almost fell for your trick! You jinx! If you dare to make false accusations again, I'll skin you alive and burn you to a crisp!"

The Right Protector glared at Fu Lingjing with lingering fear, then grumbled and quickly slipped away with the remaining jar in his arms.

Jin Chen looked leisurely at Fu Lingjing, who was lying on the ground covered in dirt, and said with a hint of pity and a hint of mockery, "Tell me, why did you have to come here to suffer in broad daylight instead of finding a place to stay?"

Fu Lingjing lay on the ground, his fists clenched tightly.

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The main hall of the city lord's mansion, a night banquet.

Under the cover of night, the main hall of the city lord's mansion appeared even more extravagant and eerie than usual.

The eerie green flames hovered in mid-air, casting shimmering light and shadows over the main hall, making it resemble a ghostly realm.

The banquet was filled with all sorts of ghostly officials and generals, each with a different appearance and a sinister aura, yet they all held their breath and dared not make a sound.

At the head of the table, Yin Chaosheng, his black hair loose and unbound, leaned back in the large chair, a crimson liquid swirling in his cup, emitting a strong, bloody, and sinister fragrance.

His expression was indifferent, his scarlet pupils casually sweeping across the area below, as if he were looking at a group of boring, lifeless things.

When Jin Chen and his entourage stepped into the hall, the banquet had already begun.

Their appearance caused the already oppressive atmosphere to freeze even more. Many ghosts cast their gazes over, some openly and some covertly. When they saw Jin Chen, who had regained his true appearance, they all lowered their heads, pretending to drink or whispering to their companions, refusing to meet his eyes.

However, some people are eager to attract attention.