Chapter 2693: The Psycho City Lord's Rules of Love and Killing 16

Yin Chaosheng was obsessed with that unique aura on Jin Chen's body, and in his blood, this aura was the strongest.

When feeding, his own pure yin qi inevitably flowed into Jin Chen through the wound; for ordinary fierce ghosts, this might be a great tonic, helpful for cultivation.

But Jin Chen was ultimately a living person; that extreme yin cold entering his body made him feel as if he were holding a piece of black ice, cold enough to make him shiver.

He pinched Yin Chaosheng's jaw, applied slight force, forcing him to loosen his lips and teeth that were biting his own flesh.

Yin Chaosheng lifted his eyes; his pupils still obsessed, filled with a hazy mist, the feral, inhuman ghost nature of a fierce ghost.

Instead, Yin Chaosheng lowered his head, his lips rubbing against Jin Chen's, as if wanting to pass back that bloody scent and also taste it.

Viscous blood seeped from between their entwined lips and teeth, winding down, carving thin, blood-red, translucent lines on Jin Chen's chest, like several blood-red translucent tiny snakes silently crawling, eerie and bewitching.

After kissing to his satisfaction, Yin Chaosheng squinted his eyes contentedly, then leaned back into Jin Chen's embrace, drooping his eyelids wearily; in the dim light, he raised his icy hand, fingertips lightly brushing over Jin Chen's nose bridge, brows and eyes, lingering on the underworld flower mark, the motion unhurried.

His voice low and hoarse, carrying an elusive emotion, he said, "I don't actually want you to die."

In Ghost City, time is long and lonely, day after day, year after year, all that can be seen are distorted souls and endless chill.

If only reckless ghosts who somehow suited his taste were to have their souls scattered, with even a chance of reincarnation completely cut off, it would seem rather boring.

In Yin Chaosheng's lethargic, death-filled pupils, a faint light rarely appeared.

"Beg me," he said, fingertip touching the underworld flower, his tone bearing the arrogance of charity yet hiding anticipation, "beg me to remove this ghost seal for you; after all, it's useless to you."

Jin Chen kissed the corners of Yin Chaosheng's cool eyes, then pulled him and the brocade quilt into his embrace, his chin gently resting on the top of his head.

"What does the City Lord want to keep me for?" he said teasingly, "As a bed warmer?"

Without waiting for Yin Chaosheng's reply, Jin Chen continued on his own: "Also fine… then, by the City Lord's side, you can't seek any other ghost."

Yin Chaosheng greatly enjoyed it, letting out a comfortable hum from his nose, yet he refused to yield verbally.

"I can do whatever I want."

He turned his face, pressing his ear close to Jin Chen's chest.

There, one naturally couldn't hear the vigorous heartbeat of a living person, yet precisely from this tight embrace, from where their skins touched, came a warmth that could soothe even a soul.

"Truly laughable—how many years has he been cold in Ghost City? Even the sun hanging in the sky feels icy on his skin; where does this warmth come from?"

Yin Chaosheng's dark eyes glimmered with a hint of moisture; he dazedly closed his eyes, groped to wrap his arms around Jin Chen's waist, and fell into a deep sleep.

【Detected: Antagonist Yin Chaosheng's Heartbeat Value +10, total 38!】

【Detected: Antagonist Yin Chaosheng's Blackening Value -5, total 86!】

After the moon passed midday, Ghost City's sky grew ever more gloomy and uneasy.

The dormant underworld flower mark between Jin Chen's brows suddenly bloomed.

The petals emitted a faint, almost demonic light, then quickly faded.

At the same time, Jin Chen's soul turned transparent, silently slipping from Yin Chaosheng's embrace, quietly leaving this cold bed, and returning to his mortal body in the living world.

At dawn.

Yin Chaosheng was awakened by the annoying, intermittent sobbing.

He had rarely slept so peacefully, free from past grudges; now being startled, he became extremely irritable.

"What is that skeleton outside crying for?!" Yin Chaosheng seethed with anger, "Noisy! Get out!"

Yin Chaosheng kicked at the side, but his toe struck empty air inside the icy quilt.

His heart skipped for no reason; he turned his head, and the space beside him was empty.

Empty.

Jin Chen was not there.

Yin Chaosheng stared, his narrow eyes blinking; last night that person had still domineeringly held him captive in his arms, speaking wantonly.

"Get in here!" he shouted angrily toward the outer hall.

Gu Bai Bai heard the summons, hastily stopped crying, and scrambled in on hands and knees with clattering sounds into the inner hall, kneeling beneath the bed, his skeleton still trembling slightly.

"City Lord..."

Yin Chaosheng Yin Chaosheng sat up, the quilt slipping from his shoulders, his narrow eyes coldly fixed on the kneeling skeleton, he asked word by word.

"Where is Jin Chen?"

Gu Bai Bai tilted his skull, puzzled by the City Lord's question, but answered honestly.

"City Lord, today is the seventh day; Lord Jin Chen has already had his soul scattered..."

Yin Chaosheng's fingertips resting on the quilt curled slightly, veins bulging on the back of his hand, he clenched the satin beneath him tightly.

His pupils violently trembled; his ghostly aura went chaotic, barely maintaining a perfect human form, revealing a hint of ferocious ghostly features.

Yin Chaosheng, neurotically, repeated the question in a dry, hoarse voice.

"What... did you... say?"

Gu Bai Bai was frightened by his reaction, his bones clacking, his voice softer: "City Lord, Lord Jin Chen's underworld flower has bloomed; its fragrance spread throughout the side hall in the early morning; his soul has already scattered."

Yin Chaosheng just sat there motionless, the light in his narrow eyes extinguished, yet a faint trace of lingering sandalwood scent could still be smelled between the bedding.

After a long while, he suddenly let out a low laugh, the sound light, the tone strange.

"Is that so..." Yin Chaosheng lightly parted his lips, yin qi surging, "Has his soul scattered?"