Chapter 2687: The Psycho City Lord's Rules of Love and Killing 10

In the forest, ghostly shadows loomed, as if countless pairs of eyes lurked in the gloom.

Beneath the stage, the sinister aura wiped out by Yin Chaosheng's gaze quietly condensed again, a ghostly Qi brimming with violence and greed spreading upward.

The thick ghostly Qi startled Yin Chaosheng, lost in the kiss.

He snapped his eyes open; the misty light in his pupils was replaced by killing intent, realizing what he was doing and almost losing composure before this mad dog, his brows and eyes instantly overshadowed.

Yin Chaosheng shoved hard at Jin Chen's shoulder, his voice hoarse, "Get lost! Don't bother me!"

Jin Chen naturally also sensed the hostile ghostly Qi, and, going with the flow, loosened his grip on Yin Chaosheng, reaching out to pull up the crimson outer robe that had been torn and slipped to Yin Chaosheng's elbow, covering the tempting pale skin.

"City Lord, stay safe."

Yin Chaosheng: "……"

He hated this ghost's offense immensely—who tore his clothes just now? And now he's coming here pretending to be a righteous ghost gentleman!

The urge to skin and tendon-rip this ghost surged in his heart, but clearly now was not the time to quibble over it.

Yin Chaosheng glared fiercely at Jin Chen, his form turning into a red streak that shot toward the empty stage.

The moment he landed, the actors from before appeared out of thin air again, their face paint even more bizarre, waving rust‑stained swords, spears, and halberds in their hands, emitting sharp howls as they all attacked Yin Chaosheng!

The coldness on Yin Chaosheng's extraordinarily beautiful face intensified; without even moving a magical artifact, he casually flicked his wide sleeves, and a vast, icy ghostly Qi turned the rushing actors to ash once more, annihilating them completely.

The dilapidated stage couldn't withstand the force, collapsing with a boom and revealing a bottomless pit below, from which intense resentful, cold gushed out.

Yin Chaosheng's red robe flashed, and he fell into the pit.

Jin Chen stood below the stage, narrowed his eyes at the deep mouth of the cave, then glanced at the mess scattered on the ground.

He bent down, picked up a black long whip—its handle icy cold—from a pile of broken wood chips and cloth scraps, not knowing which actor had dropped it.

Jin Chen casually flicked a whip flower and then leapt down after him.

The deeper one went in the cave, the more bone‑chilling the cold became, light vanished entirely, only the faint clanking of chains and suppressed howls from below could be heard; the lurking yin qi was comparable to Yin Chaosheng's Ghost King aura, even more chaotic.

Jin Chen felt a slight tremor in his heart.

This place is not something an ordinary ghost city could suppress; even Yin Chaosheng's intrusion cost him some effort—if the ghost city cannot contain it, where did this place originally belong?

Jin Chen didn't have time to think further, and soon reached the bottom of the cave.

Finally reaching the bottom, a massive bronze door covered in rust stood in the center of the stone cavern, its doors wide open—obviously Yin Chaosheng's doing.

The sight inside the door was even more horrifying.

Countless black chains as thick as a child's arm extended from the cavern's ceiling and walls, crisscrossing, tightly coiling and binding a humanoid figure.

It was hardly even describable as a ghost.

Its form was terrifyingly inhuman—its limbs, weakened by years of binding, had become abnormally slender, twisted, and elongated; its skin was a lifeless bluish‑gray, covered in strange sigils; its head was huge, its eyes blood‑shot and bulging, almost popping out of their sockets, fixed unblinkingly on the intruder.

Upon seeing Yin Chaosheng, it split its mouth, stretched to the base of its ears, revealing jagged fangs; its laugh was piercingly shrill, as if forced from a pipe squeezed to the limit.

"Hahahahaha——"

The laughter echoed in the vast stone cavern, filled with endless mockery and venom.

"Yin Chaosheng…… you worthless wretch, at last…… at last you have given this king a chance! Once I get out, I will surely turn your ghost city, together with that filthy mortal realm, into purgatory!"

Yin Chaosheng stood before it, his extraordinarily beautiful face showing no expression, only the icy cold of one looking down on ants.

Facing the vicious curses, Yin Chaosheng's gaze turned mocking; his fingertip condensed a dark light and he pointed it forward.

Crack—, splatter……

The chains binding the Ghost King snapped at once, the heavy chains crashing to the ground.

The Ghost King stared blankly, its elongated limbs limp and collapsing to the ground.

Jin Chen also instinctively stepped back two steps, his face showing disbelief as he looked at Yin Chaosheng.

"Yin Chaosheng, he insulted you—just let him go."

"I kissed you, and you want to kill me?"

Yin Chaosheng glanced back, his eyes sharp as a blade, "Shut up!"

The Ghost King also hadn't expected Yin Chaosheng to release it voluntarily, moving its deformed, ground‑dragging long arms.

Yin Chaosheng snorted coldly, his tone utter contempt, "I give you a chance, you worthless wretch—see if you have the ability to walk out of this door."

The Ghost King, enraged by the naked humiliation, let out an ear‑splitting shriek; the ghostly qi it had suppressed for years burst forth, shaking the entire stone cavern.

It turned into a Distorted black shadow and lunged wildly at Yin Chaosheng.

In an instant, two ghostly qi capable of moving heaven and earth strangled each other, yin wind howling, gravel pattering down, light flickering uncertainly.

Jin Chen, not wanting to be harmed by mistake, retreated a distance and casually set up a small barrier.

Taking the opportunity, he carefully examined this prison.

The runes on the chains, the rotting aura…… all revealed something strange that did not belong to this world.

It is hard to imagine that the human world, or rather the ghost city attached to the capital city of the mortal realm, could actually exist in such a place.

Doubts welled up in Jin Chen's heart.

Looking again at the battle, the Ghost King roared ferociously, its assault fierce; Yin Chaosheng handled it with ease, his red robe fluttering amidst the violent ghostly qi like a demonic flower blooming in the dark night.

Rather than calling it a fight, it was more like Yin Chaosheng one‑sidedly toying with him.

Jin Chen muttered, 【This Ghost King has a loud voice, I thought it would be formidable.】

Ling Gun Gun agreed wholeheartedly, 【A puny ghost, all it does is yell~】

Sure enough, after just a moment, the battle was decided.

Yin Chaosheng, as if bored, had at some point produced a shard of bronze mirror glowing with dark light, striking the Ghost King squarely in the chest.

Zizi——

"Ah!!!"

The Ghost King emitted a shrill, distorted wail; the spot struck by the dark light was as if seared by a branding iron, belching thick black smoke that quickly spread outward.

It lowered its head in disbelief, seeing the wound in its chest continually expanding, its edges charred; it raised a hand dripping viscous fluid, intending to touch its heart, but before it could, the fingers snapped off at the base and fell to the ground, turning into a puddle of filthy blood.

Impossible! How could you… how could you kill me? You obviously…

The Ghost King's voice became intermittent, his body rapidly melting.

Yin Chaosheng looked at it expressionlessly.

The Ghost King finally saw the bronze mirror fragment in Yin Chaosheng's hand, as if finally understanding something, and let out a crazy laugh.

Bronze mirror…hahaha… Yin Chaosheng! You're just a lackey! They won't let you go! Absolutely not…

Before the words finished, the Ghost King's body completely melted, leaving only a mess and a scorching stench of resentment.

Yin Chaosheng stood in place, the terrifying ghost aura around him slowly retracted, but the killing intent in his eerie pupils had not faded.

He turned his head, his gaze fell on Jin Chen.

Jin Chen dispelled the barrier, 'The matter here is settled; can I leave? This place makes me feel uncomfortable.'

That's actually true; the cold resentful qi deep in this prison would make even a true fierce ghost shiver, let alone this living person.

Even with a disguise, staying long feels weirdly uncomfortable.