Chapter 2683: Psycho City Lord's Love-and-Slaughter Rules 06

The silk threads of the netherworld flower pistil that were about to touch Jin Chen's heart jerked as if scalded by fire, quickly retracting from the back of his neck and turning back into ordinary pistils, trembling slightly.

A strange, soft sensation came from his lips, and… a warmth that seemed capable of scorching his soul.

Yin Chaosheng had no idea what this audacious ghost intended, only feeling a strange itch deep in his soul, like countless ants crawling in his bone marrow.

He instinctively curled his fingertips, pressing hard against Jin Chen's shoulder, then involuntarily tightened, nails digging into flesh, a faint smell of blood spreading again.

The jolting red sedan jerked to a halt and landed.

In the next instant, violent waves of yin energy burst forth from Yin Chaosheng.

The sedan's curtains were torn open, Jin Chen was roughly thrown out, stumbling backward several steps before steadying himself.

He looked up to find himself in an extremely spacious yet dimly lit great hall.

The hall's cold candlelight illuminated luxurious furnishings that exuded a chilling aura.

Almost simultaneously, Yin Chaosheng stepped out of the sedan.

His crimson robe was slightly disheveled; he lightly brushed his fingertips over the corner of his mouth, drawing a dark stain.

Yin Chaosheng's gaze toward Jin Chen held icy killing intent, his voice grinding through clenched teeth.

Were you a dog in life!

How dare you offend him in this way!

Jin Chen's gaze swept the hall, noticing that whether the ghosts guarding the door or those who hurried over upon hearing the commotion, all stood with heads bowed, awaiting orders.

Without exception, they were all strikingly handsome, yet could not hide their astonishment at seeing him, this uninvited guest thrown from the sedan by the City Lord.

Jin Chen: "……"

He was annoyed.

Wait, something feels off.

Jin Chen again carefully examined the ghost attendants standing with hands at their sides, their uniforms identical, postures respectful, more like……servants.

Jin Chen stepped forward, looking at Yin Chaosheng, whose face was cold as he listened to a blue-clad ghost servant whisper a report, hesitated, then asked: 'When the City Lord earlier said service, did he mean staying at the City Lord's mansion to perform duties?'

Yin Chaosheng diverted a sliver of attention to Jin Chen, feeling his question was extremely foolish.

He raised his hand, signaling the blue-clad ghost servant beside him to retreat, his phoenix eyes narrowing at Jin Chen as he countered: 'Otherwise?'

Jin Chen: "……Oh."

Turns out he'd misunderstood; this service was not that service.

Having figured it out, Jin Chen's face instantly cleared, he laughed heartily, as if the one just thrown out weren't him.

Jin Chen stepped forward a few paces, under Yin Chaosheng's murderous gaze, loosely encircling that supple waist, his distinct fingertips seemingly grazing the spine unintentionally.

What the City Lord said earlier—no need to dismiss them," Jin Chen said in a relaxed tone, "keeping them around works fine; more ghosts make things easier.

Yin Chaosheng: "……"

He was nearly driven to laugh in anger by this ghost's fickle words and deeds, his face growing ever colder.

Jin Chen pretended not to notice, seizing the moment to lower his head again and lightly kiss the corner of his lips that he had just bitten open, now bleeding.

This time the motion was much gentler, with a hint of soothing.

The strange, unfamiliar itch again seeped from the depths of his soul, Yin Chaosheng's expression becoming exceedingly complex and hard to read, icy yet tinged with bewilderment, so he momentarily forgot to push away.

Just then, Yin Chaosheng raised his hand, his icy fingertip lightly touching Jin Chen's forehead.

An extremely cold yin aura, like a poisonous snake, instantly seeped in at the point of contact, racing down his spine; wherever it passed, even the circulation of Spiritual Power seemed to stagnate for a moment.

Jin Chen involuntarily shuddered slightly.

He heard Yin Chaosheng's low whisper, cold-smiling, right beside him: 'For the sake of this body… I'll let you live seven more days.'

After seven days, soul and spirit will scatter.

In this ghost city, no fierce ghost has ever escaped my grasp.

Jin Chen felt a throb at his brow, knowing without looking that a mark had surely been left.

A ghost seal appeared on Jin Chen's brow—a dark red, eerie netherworld flower not yet fully blooming; his handsome, upright visage, touched by this mark, became bewitchingly strange,

Yin Chaosheng, however, was extremely pleased, his red‑black strange eyes lingering over Jin Chen's face as his fingertip stroked the seal, his touch fond like admiring a prized possession.

'Very good.' Yin Chaosheng murmured, his tone satisfied.

The blue‑clad ghost servant standing nearby glanced at Jin Chen, eyes mixed with surprise, then quickly composed himself into a deferential posture and withdrew as Yin Chaosheng turned away.

The male ghost guarding the door seemed to be the steward here; he looked at Jin Chen, especially the dark red at his brow, shook his head slightly, his eyes filled only with pity.

The ghost bearing a seven‑day death talisman personally struck by the City Lord—he had never seen such a thing before.

This newcomer's appearance and bearing are top‑notch; perhaps his temperament is too fiery, provoking the City Lord.

Oh, this ghost even dares to kiss the City Lord—truly terrifying!

The steward ghost dared not delay, for within these seven days this ghost remained the City Lord's property.

He stepped forward and arranged: 'Come with me; the City Lord orders you to temporarily reside in Orchid Angelica Hall.'

It is the side hall nearest the main hall, with the most exquisite furnishings; the steward ghost felt no envy, only that this was a favor granted before soul and spirit scatter.

Jin Chen gave a lazy nod, followed the steward ghost through a corridor draped with dark gauze curtains, and pushed open the hall door.

'This is the place; without summons, do not wander about at will.' Having instructed thus, the steward ghost bowed and withdrew.

Jin Chen stepped inside and pulled the door shut behind him.