Chapter 2682: The Psychopathic City Lord

Inside the red sedan chair lay another world, far more spacious than it appeared from outside, equipped with a soft couch, tea stove, and incense table. Wisps of blue smoke drifted from the censer, bringing only a chilling yin energy, with no warmth at all.

Jin Chen was thrown onto his back on the couch, propping himself up with his elbows, while an ice‑cold, bone‑piercing hand lifted his chin, forcing him to raise his head.

Yin Chaosheng leaned over him, his blood‑red long robe spreading out and nearly enveloping him.

Yin Chaosheng's pupils were extremely dark, like vortices that could suck in a soul, staring unblinkingly at Jin Chen's face as the corners of his lips curled into an eerie, strange arc.

At the moment their gazes met, Jin Chen felt as if he were being stared at by utter terror.

【Detected world storyline villain Yin Chaosheng, triggering Blackening Value; current Blackening Value: 91!】

【Mission requirement: Reduce Blackening Value to zero and change the villain's tragic ending.】

"When did you die?" Yin Chaosheng stared at Jin Chen, his voice moist and soft, his tone drawn out.

Jin Chen lowered his eyes, rephrasing, "I've only been in Ghost City for two days."

"Hmm… a new ghost." Yin Chaosheng's voice was deep and faint, his smile growing more alluring as he slowly lowered his head to lightly sniff Jin Chen's neck, as if savoring a rare delicacy, drawing a gentle breath.

Jin Chen tensed for an instant, his pupils flickering; his primordial spiritual power circulated, suppressing his yang energy deep in his dantian.

Yin Chaosheng only smelled the heavy, yin‑infused sandalwood; he narrowed his eyes, his fingertip tracing Jin Chen's throat, feeling cold, damp, and slick—like a water snake crawling over.

"Very good," Yin Chaosheng said, thoroughly pleased, half‑opening his crimson lips as he leaned close to Jin Chen's ear, exhaling a cold breath, "I love this body of yours; stay by my side."

At such close range, Jin Chen saw beneath Yin Chaosheng's stunningly cold beauty that flesh and white bone flickered in and out of view, bizarre and abnormal, his deep pupils mingling with an indescribable allure.

Jin Chen shifted the hand propped at his side, found Yin Chaosheng's hand resting beside him, hooked his fingers around the wrist, and gradually tightened his grip.

His voice low, he said, "Do you want me to serve the City Lord? I won't."

Yin Chaosheng looked down at Jin Chen from above, his smile unchanged yet suddenly chilling, "If you can't learn, then…"

Yin Chaosheng turned his palm; the wrist Jin Chen had gripped slipped free, his fingertips crawling like a swimming snake up Jin Chen's forearm, easily piercing the flesh as blood trickled down his arm.

Jin Chen paid it little mind, instead lifting his gaze to meet Yin Chaosheng's and asked, "How many ghosts serve the City Lord in his mansion?"

Yin Chaosheng was drawn by the faint aura spreading from Jin Chen's blood; he lazily narrowed his eyes and drawled, "I don't recall."

Jin Chen: "……"

Very well, it seems there are quite a few.

Jin Chen dodged Yin Chaosheng's arm propped above him, sat up, and brushed his palm over the bleeding wound on his forearm; the injury vanished without a trace.

Yin Chaosheng tilted his head in doubt; a flash of scarlet crossed his pupils as he fixed his stare on Jin Chen.

Meeting his gaze, Jin Chen said, "City Lord, why not dismiss them all and keep only me?"

Yin Chaosheng snorted, the corners of his crimson lips curling in mockery, "A joke—who gave you the right to offer me advice?"

Yin Chaosheng raised his fingertips again, lightly brushing Jin Chen's cheek, this time with a hint of amusement.

"But… you're bold, unafraid of me."

Jin Chen almost laughed from anger, his expression unchanged, and replied dryly, "I'm terrified."

Immediately, Jin Chen smoothly turned over, his back to Yin Chaosheng, comfortably lying on the inner side of the bed with eyes closed to rest, making it clear he no longer wished to engage.

Yin Chaosheng: "……"

He had never seen such… an oblivious, even brazen soul.

As Jin Chen closed his eyes, inwardly pondering why Yin Chaosheng kept so many handsome ghosts in the City Lord's mansion, he suddenly sensed the surrounding yin energy thickening.

Jin Chen's eyes snapped open; the light gauze hanging from the four corners of the bed stirred without wind, suddenly tightening like a living thing and swiftly wrapping around his limbs and torso.

The gauze felt strange, and in an instant it wound Jin Chen so tightly that no air could pass.

Jin Chen struggled a little, but the gauze only grew tighter, waves of intense suffocation washing over him.

He lifted his gaze to the languidly gorgeous ghost king lounging by the bedpost, watching his struggle with interest, and his voice deepened: "City Lord, since you're not lacking attendants, why insist on me?"

Jin Chen's tone turned cold: "Let go."

In reply came ever‑denser, substantive ghostly aura, along with the blue smoke coiling throughout the room from the censer.

The smoke inhaled into his lungs seemed to paralyze his spirit; the binding gauze tightened further, making Jin Chen's breathing grow difficult, his cold, alluring face flushing red from lack of oxygen.

Suddenly, spiritual power burst from Jin Chen's body; the red gauze encircling him shattered inch by inch, turning into wisps of yin energy that dissipated.

Before Yin Chaosheng could react, Jin Chen reversed their positions, pinning him to the couch.

He acted swiftly, tearing a strip of the fallen red gauze nearby, wrapping it around Yin Chaosheng's pale, slender wrist and binding it above his head.

"City Lord," Jin Chen said, lowering his head, his breath slightly ragged from the struggle, his eyes locked on the person beneath him, "Is this how you wish to be served?"

Yin Chaosheng blinked, then let out a low laugh; his pupil light flowed like precious glass, refracting a strange gleam, his thin lips opening and closing as he exhaled a cold, damp breath, his tone mocking.

"How interesting… do you think being a ghost means you feel no pain and can act as you please?"

"Of course not," Jin Chen replied, his free hand still moving, slowly sliding up to adjust Yin Chaosheng's slightly open crimson collar—a motion that seemed gentle but was actually full of control.

Yet the force with which he bound Yin Chaosheng's wrist showed no sign of loosening.

In Ghost City, any ghost who had previously provoked Yin Chaosheng had its soul torn out and sealed in a lightless soul altar.

Yin Chaosheng disliked the rebellious nature hidden beneath this perfect vessel; he'd rather turn the body into a puppet for his amusement.

Thinking of this, Yin Chaosheng's smile grew ever more uncanny; his icy fingertips, though bound, still fluttered lightly to touch Jin Chen's chest, his voice a low, ambiguous murmur that inexplicably sent a chill down the spine, adding a touch of seductive menace.

"You should be grateful… this vessel favors you greatly."

The instant his words fell, dark‑red netherworld flowers sprouted from the walls of the red sedan chair; their stamens quivered, turning into countless threads as fine as hair, glowing with blood‑light, which in a flash pierced the skin at the nape of Jin Chen's neck and drove straight toward his heart's vessels.

Jin Chen's heart tightened; he realized Yin Chaosheng was probing his soul‑body, and if those filaments reached his heart, his mortal identity would be exposed at once.

Jin Chen lowered his head and pressed his lips to Yin Chaosheng's, still curled with a mocking smile.

"Mm…"

Yin Chaosheng's body trembled for an instant, his pupils contracting sharply.