Chapter 2686: Psycho City Lord's Love-and-Kill Rule 09

Jin Chen followed Yin Chaosheng, passing through several layers of deep corridors to arrive before a pavilion.

The pavilion's flying eaves and upturned corners exuded a deathly aura; the surrounding ghostly qi was especially heavy and cold, and as Yin Chaosheng stepped inside, Jin Chen glanced in.

Inside it was very dim; only faintly could one see on the stacked wooden racks countless jars and urns placed densely.

Those jars varied in shape, their colors dark, mostly black, blue, purple and other ominous shades; their mouths were tightly sealed, and the surfaces seemed etched with distorted runes, exuding a mixture of stale resentment and despair that assailed the senses, strange and ominous.

In the pavilion's center, ten jars noticeably several times larger than the others were arranged in a ring; the blue jars trembled, restless, faintly opposing the ghostly qi surrounding Yin Chaosheng.

Yin Chaosheng's voice was colder than usual: "Stay outside the door."

Having said that, he waved his hand backhandedly, and the pavilion's door slammed shut, shutting Jin Chen out.

Jin Chen stood outside as told, but his thoughts were active; he pondered secretly.

While he was thinking, a sudden unusual thudding sound came from inside the door, along with Yin Chaosheng's low but fierce-sounding cold shout.

Jin Chen's heart tightened, and he pushed open that heavy door.

The moment the door opened, a suction force suddenly came, as if a vortex had appeared out of nowhere.

Jin Chen felt the world spin, light and shadow before his eyes twisted and changed, and his body was uncontrollably dragged into chaotic darkness.

When he opened his eyes again, the surrounding scenery was completely different.

Jin Chen realized he was sitting in a side chamber furnished with extreme luxury.

The carved zitan wood big bed, the embroidered canopy with tassels, the tables and chairs—all made of fine materials—yet exuded an indescribable eeriness.

The side chamber was filled with the smoke of incense burned year-round, faintly mixed with the cold smell of coffins.

In every direction, all colors were unusually vivid, as if one were in a paper-craft world painted with heavy ink and bold colors.

Jin Chen stood up, walked to the door, and gently pushed it open.

Outside the door was a narrow, deep, endless-seeming gorgeous alley.

The sky was overcast and gloomy; in the alley, several shadowy figures stood, their forms twisted, emanating thick turbid malevolent qi; they were ghosts who had lost their sanity, retaining only the instinct to devour.

Hearing the door open, the nearest fierce ghost snapped its head up, emitted a sharp, piercing screech, and lunged forward on its hands and feet.

Nice partner!

Jin Chen reacted extremely fast, slammed the door shut with a bang, and the door panel resonated with thuds.

Jin Chen leaned against the door, thinking.

This place must be the so‑called Azure Altar; logically, in their eyes he too should be a ghost right now.

These ghosts in the jars actually wanted to eat ghosts.

Now it really comes down to having to fight.

Jin Chen looked around the side chamber, picked up a wooden stick, and pulled the door open again.

The fierce ghost was clinging to the door; as soon as it opened, it lunged in with bared teeth and claws.

Half a cup of tea later.

The fierce ghosts that weren't beaten to death screamed and fled, nearly scared to death.

Jin Chen politely stepped out of the side chamber and closed the door behind him.

He proceeded along the narrow alley; on both sides rose high walls, vividly colored yet utterly lifeless.

After walking an unknown length of time, a faint singing opera sound came from ahead, the tune soft and mournful, standing out in the dead‑silent environment.

Following the sound, the alley's end suddenly opened up into a barren wildland; in the middle of the wilderness stood a solitary stage.

The stage was draped in red silk; on it several actors in colorful costumes, their faces painted with thick makeup, swayed their water sleeves, singing in a full voice, but their movements were stiff, their eyes empty, the lyrics indistinct, exuding a chilling ghostly aura.

Beneath the stage, dozens of tables and chairs were neatly arranged, yet only beside the frontmost table sat a figure.

That fierce ghost wore a trailing crimson robe, its black hair flowing like a waterfall.

Jin Chen sat down calmly in the empty chair and called out, "City Lord."

Yin Chaosheng heard the sound, glanced sideways with suspicion; his bewitching pupils, reflecting the stage light, flowed with an unfathomable gleam.

How did you get here?

Jin Chen: "I heard a disturbance inside, thought you might be in danger, pushed the door open and ended up here."

He looked around and asked, "Where is this place?"

Yin Chaosheng narrowed his gorgeous eyes, stared at Jin Chen for a moment, then curled his lips into a smile, lazily propping his chin with his hand, his red lips parting as he spoke in a cruel, playful tone.

"This place… is a prison even fierce ghosts cannot escape; you disobeyed, intruded without permission, and I will let you be locked here forever, suffering endless torment until your soul and spirit scatter."

Upon hearing this, Jin Chen earnestly reminded, "City Lord, you forgot what you yourself said—I will have my soul and spirit scatter in six days; there's no need for forever."

Yin Chaosheng: "……"

He is always fickle and unpredictable, but whenever he meets this Jin Chen, a few words can easily stir his anger.

Yin Chaosheng's aura suddenly turned cold and yin; his gorgeous face gradually twisted, revealing oddness and chill, his jade‑like slender fingers shedding flesh to become stark white bones, pinching toward Jin Chen's neck.

And amidst the heavy incense aura, due to this extreme closeness, Yin Chaosheng also smelled the dark agarwood on Jin Chen, an inexplicable attraction.

Yin Chaosheng slightly leaned in, lazily and coolly sniffing at Jin Chen's neck, yet the grip on his neck did not loosen.

His crimson lips parted slightly, his breath icy, "I can make your soul and spirit scatter right now."

Jin Chen's brow twitched slightly; he pressed Yin Chaosheng face‑up onto the cold tabletop, and the incense burners, candle holders, and other items on the table clattered to the floor.

The creaking opera song on the stage had not yet stopped, providing an eerie accompaniment.

Jin Chen pinned Yin Chaosheng beneath him against the tabletop, their bodies pressed close, his gaze slightly dangerous as he locked onto the person below.

"Do you really want me dead, City Lord?"

Yin Chaosheng snorted coldly, the hem of his scarlet robe falling, his long boots stepping onto Jin Chen's inner thigh, yet his tone suddenly turned gentle and tender, like a lover's whisper.

"If you're afraid, you can kneel and beg me."

Jin Chen gave a light sigh, "Truly disobedient."

Before his words finished, Jin Chen increased the force restraining him a little more, completely trapping him in a small space.

Yin Chaosheng struggled, but found he could not break free for a moment; his eyes wandered blankly as he said, "You..."

His response was the crisp sound of fabric tearing.

The scarlet fabric on Yin Chaosheng's shoulder was torn open by Jin Chen's bare hands, revealing the pallid, jade-like skin beneath.

How dare he!!

Kill him!!!

Yin Chaosheng's heart filled with overwhelming fury and killing intent; his ghostly energy surged out uncontrollably, the yin wind in the forest suddenly intensified, emitting a mournful howl that made the lanterns on the stage flicker.

Jin Chen, however, felt nothing, placing his palm on Yin Chaosheng's exposed waist, his voice low and hoarse, all the more bewitching in this eerie setting.

"City Lord, the actors on stage……are they still watching you?"

Yin Chaosheng's body stiffened; he felt a shudder where touched, his gaze swiftly sweeping to the stage, a fierce light flashing in his pupils.

In an instant, the lights on the stage went out, all the actors vanished, completely wiped out.

In the whole desolate wilderness, only they remained, plus the howling yin wind.

Yin Chaosheng again lunged to choke Jin Chen's throat, his fingertips gathering yin-cold ghostly power strong enough to scatter ordinary evil spirits.

Jin Chen moved first, lowering his head to rub his nose ambiguously, a playful smile on his lips, he asked softly, "City Lord, why do you always think of killing me? Are you… dissatisfied with me?"

Yin Chaosheng's face alternated between sun and storm; killing intent roiled in his bewitching eyes as he squeezed out two words from between his teeth.

"Mad dog!"

Jin Chen gave him no chance to speak, lowering his head to kiss him.

Yin Chaosheng's body trembled; he instinctively struggled.

But that familiar, aggressive warmth returned, and the strange, unfamiliar itch deep in his soul body revived as well.

Yin Chaosheng stopped struggling; his gaze grew unfocused in Jin Chen's kiss, and the ghostly power gathered at his fingertips quietly dissipated.

He simply ceased resistance, his eyes half-closed lazily, leaking a hint of unconscious dazedness; the hand that had been gripping Jin Chen's throat slipped unconsciously to rest on his broad shoulders, fingertips slightly curled, now exuding a fairy-like allure that entranced the soul.

【Detected villain triggering Heartbeat Value, Heartbeat Value +10, total 10!】