Chapter 32: First Volume_Chapter 32 How to Conquer the Proud Ghost King? (13)

First Volume_Chapter 32 How to Conquer the Proud Ghost King? (13)

Li Shan's home really had strange things happen; at midnight he was always frightened awake by nightmares, often seeing twisted black shadows in the house. Fortunately the strange events did not affect his body, but he was also afraid, so he posted on the supernatural forum.

He didn't hold much hope, but he unexpectedly received a private message early that morning; the sender turned out to be a girl.

Li Shan's appearance was above average, mainly because he was tall, and quite a few girls had confessed to him, but he didn't think much of them.

He had a fetish: he liked pretty girls, then imprisoned them, gradually making them lose self-esteem and the desire to escape. Slowly they became dependent on him and fell in love with him.

So far, this is his sixth prey; the previous five all committed suicide, which he greatly regretted.

Fortunately, heaven favored him, and the prey came to his door herself.

Li Shan stared at the girl's beautiful face, lustfully licking the corner of his mouth.

This is probably the most beautiful of all his prey; this time he must love her well and not let her commit suicide again.

Li Shan eagerly reached out, wanting to touch the girl's tender snow-white skin, when he met her opened eyes.

Jiang Zhi suddenly woke up; upon seeing the boy approaching her, she was first stunned, then tried to sit up, but discovered her limbs could not move at all, not even having the strength to open her mouth to speak.

Seeing this, Li Shan curled his lips and smiled: "You drank the drug I gave you; you can't move."

Although I don't know why she woke up, the effect is the same; aside from her eyes being able to move, she cannot move anything else.

It seemed seeing her doubtful expression, Li Shan was in a good mood and leisurely answered:

"I didn't deceive you; I posted on the supernatural forum because there are strange things happening at my home. However, I like young, pretty girls; I like locking them up in my house, so in my life there is only me."

Such perverse words made Jiang Zhi's eyes redden; she struggled to stand up, but couldn't lift a single finger, only able to watch the boy draw nearer.

"You are the most beautiful of all my prey; I love you very much, I will treat you well, don't be afraid."

Li Shan gazed at her reddening eye corners, becoming ever more excited and obsessed; the girl was so beautiful it was indescribable, pretty like a delicate doll displayed in a toy shop, making one want to bring her home to collect.

He lifted his finger and gently hooked a strand of her black hair that had fallen onto the sofa cushion; the feel was soft and comfortable, and he couldn't let go.

"Your scent is also especially fragrant, more fragrant than any perfume I've ever smelled." He inhaled deeply, as if sinking into the alluring perfume filling the air.

Jiang Zhi fearfully closed her eyes; that sense of helplessness and despair filled her heart, tears spilled from the corners of her eyes and soaked into her hair, carrying a hint of warmth.

Seeing this, Li Shan felt pity and heartache, and softly comforted: "Why are you crying? Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I won't let you hurt."

Having said that, he rose, preparing to carry her to the bedroom.

Suddenly.

The jade Buddha originally worn on his chest emitted a cracking sound; Li Shan lowered his head to see that the intact green jade Buddha was cracking little by little, the gaps widening until it shattered into jade fragments scattered on the floor.

Before he could react, the entire bedroom was swept up in a storm; the light suddenly grew dim, and a freezing-cold aura like an ice cellar enveloped everything.

A wail full of resentment pressed against his ear: "Li Shan——"

The instant Li Shan lifted his eyes, five pale faces streaked with blood and tears crowded his vision, and he immediately recognized who they were.

Ghost!

There's a ghost!

Li Shan staggered backward, wanting to flee, but the five female ghosts clinging to him would not let him go.

Soon Li Shan was torn into chunks of flesh; even if he became a ghost, those few female ghosts would devour him completely.

Before they could leave the room, a figure appeared beside the sofa, wearing dark robes and black hair, emanating a terrifying aura; with the force of pulling up weeds and destroying rot, he sucked the fleeing ones into his palm.

In an instant he absorbed the power of the five evil ghosts; Zhan Wu Jin's eye corners were covered with scarlet blood, his smoky-blue pupils darkened like night.

This power is still insufficient to dispel the blood contract, but it's getting close.

Zhan Wu Jin walked to the sofa, coldly glancing at the girl with her eyes tightly shut; suddenly a few blurred memory fragments flashed before him.

The night was deep and boundless; bundles of grand fireworks, like blossoming flowers, lit up the entire night sky.

The girl's smile was brighter than the fireworks.

The appearance in his memory was completely different from that of the unconscious girl, yet it gave him the same feeling.

Zhan Wu Jin raised his hand to dispel the drug in her body; before he could lift her, the girl stepped aside from his arm first and staggered outward.

The house was filled with a rich, nauseating smell of blood,

Jiang Zhi's little face was pale; she avoided the scattered flesh on the ground and step by step left the house.

Following behind her, Zhan Wu Jin's brows and eyes were covered with frost; he lowered his arm, his face showing the anger of being rejected.

As an emperor, he bent down to embrace her, but she showed no appreciation at all.

If it weren't for the blood contract binding them—

As Jiang Zhi went downstairs, her legs went weak and she accidentally missed a step, about to fall when a man's figure swiftly appeared before her, extending his upper arm to encircle her waist.

Jiang Zhi steadied her body, both hands tightly gripping the staircase railing, then pushed away the man's arm and continued down on her own.

Over and over again, she received such treatment.

Zhan Wu Jin disregarded her resistance, hugged her at the waist, used a spell, and returned home.

"Jiang Zhi! Do you think I won't kill you?"

Jiang Zhi's face remained calm, not glancing at him,

she spoke lightly: "Then go ahead and kill me."

Zhan Wu Jin did not want to see her like this; his pupils were like cold pools, beneath deep shadows, the chill around him seeming to solidify.

"Do you believe it or not? I have a thousand ways to torment you, making you wish you were dead!"

Jiang Zhi curled her lips and smiled, the smile not reaching her eyes; she met his gaze and softly asked: "I believe."

How could she not believe?

She was merely his tool, not even counting as a person; when she had use value, he ruthlessly exploited her.

Even her personality, dignity, and all emotions as a human were unimportant.

At the times she was most afraid, he stood by and watched the show.

Nothing mattered.

His evil ghost is the most important.

Jiang Zhi had already lost the desire to live, closed her eyes and waited for death.

Zhan Wu Jin's expression was dark; he gazed deeply at the girl in his arms, and the air suddenly filled with a murderous intent that made breathing difficult.

After a moment.

He placed the girl on the bed, then said.

:"I will not kill you yet; after I have found all the evil ghosts, I will kill you."

"And before that, if you seek death, I will kill your friends and your sole relative living abroad."

Having said that, the man vanished from the spot, leaving the room filled with a chill.

Jiang Zhi, lying on the bed, wiped her tears, sat up, and asked: "How much favorability?"

777: "79."

Still need 1 point of favorability to reach liking.

Jiang Zhi's smile this time reached her eyes, genuine and brilliant: "We just need an opportunity!"

777 didn't understand the meaning of her words, but sincerely admired her; the acting was so convincing it almost believed it.

If it weren't able to detect her true feelings, 777 would have thought she had fallen for the villain.

But the facts slapped its face.

Trusting the Host's words is not as good as trusting the ghost.