Chapter 2700: The Psycho City Master's Rules of Love and Killing 23

These past two days, Fu Lingjing has felt utterly stifled in the City Master's Mansion.

Not to mention getting close to the City Master Yin Chaosheng; even trying to gather a bit of news, he runs into walls everywhere. Those ghost attendants are all arrogant, ignoring them, while showing even greater reverence toward Jin Chen.

This obvious disparity in treatment made his heart burn with anger, and he felt extremely unwilling.

Yet the Immortal kept urging him on.

〖I'll point you to a clear path; don't wander around here aimlessly. Go find out what Jin Chen is up to, find a way to get close to him, follow him, and only then will you find the true opportunity. 〗

Fu Lingjing really couldn't help but rebut in his heart.

〖Why must I follow him?! Am I, Fu Lingjing, really inferior to him? I can also earn the City Master's favor through my own abilities! 〗

〖You can go fuck yourself! 〗 the Immortal's voice was merciless, full of contempt, 〖You can't even see the City Master's face! Stop wasting time, go now! 〗

Fu Lingjing: "……"

Just as he was gritting his teeth, he happened to see one of the Left and Right Protectors, a ghost, carrying a small, seemingly heavy, tightly sealed jar, hurrying past the distant corridor, heading straight for the City Master's Bedchamber.

A flicker of malice flashed in Fu Lingjing's eyes.

He recalled the resentment of being scolded and driven away by the Left and Right Protectors these past two days, and thought of Jin Chen currently scheming something good in the garden, and a malicious urge rose in his heart.

Fu Lingjing hurried forward, blocking the Left and Right Protectors, bowed, and said, 'Sir Protectors, I just saw what seemed like someone secretly gathering in the garden, whispering furtively, with a sinister look! Perhaps… perhaps they are plotting something harmful to the City Master! Please, both of you, hurry to investigate, just in case.'

Upon hearing this, the Left and Right Protectors' faces changed instantly—this is intolerable!

The two ghosts exchanged a glance, didn't have time to think, and, clutching the jar, rushed furiously toward the garden.

Gu Bai Bai saw the scene, let out an 'oh ya', and, delighted at the misfortune, darted behind the artificial hill to wait for the show.

These two old ghosts are really itching for a fight!

The two ghosts, clutching the jar and brimming with killing intent, stormed into the garden; just as they rounded a clump of eerily blooming black flowers, they collided head‑on with Jin Chen, who sat at the stone table, chin resting on one hand, glancing askance at them.

Time seemed to freeze for an instant.

The two protectors, who could be considered formidable figures even in Ghost City, were as if struck by a paralysis spell, stunned and frozen in place, their hands holding the jar forgetting to tighten.

Ling Gun Gun poked his head out from Jin Chen's shoulder, looking at the two dazed ghosts, and couldn't help but remark.

【Tsk tsk, in a moment, one couldn't even tell who had knocked into whom.】

Chu Jiu Shan jumped in surprise, instinctively wanting to stand and explain, 'Sir Protectors! We were just……'

Jin Chen raised his hand and lightly tapped Chu Jiu Shan's head, signaling him to stay calm.

Then he turned to the Left and Right Protectors, the corner of his mouth curling into a smile that could be called kind, 'Left and Right Protectors, long time no see.'

The Right Protector's hand holding the jar trembled, almost dropping it, and a feeling of being dominated by fear surged in his heart.

"You… you actually really came back!"

The Left Protector reacted even faster, pulling out a smile worse than a cry, speaking rapidly, 'Long time no see! You're busy, we're just passing by—farewell!'

Having said that, he turned with the jar in hand, wanting to slip away, wishing he could grow more legs.

But Jin Chen leisurely spoke, causing the two ghosts' steps to be nailed to the spot.

"Wait, what are you holding in your arms? It looks quite unique; leave a jar for me to play with."

The Right Protector was on the verge of tears, clutching the jar tightly, 'This… this is something the City Master specifically ordered; I can't give it…'

Jin Chen still wore that smiling, narrowed‑eyes look, 'The City Master wants it, and I want it too.'

"Ah! Just give it to him, hurry up!" The Left Protector, afraid that if he slowed down this murderous deity would notice him, hastily put his own jar on the stone table, not caring about the City Master's order anymore, grabbed the remaining jar, dragged the still‑hesitating Right Protector, and, as if being chased by a ghost, darted out of the garden in the blink of an eye, vanishing without a trace.

Such speed could be called a miracle of Ghost City.

Fu Lingjing and the two others watching the whole scene from the garden's periphery stared, mouths agape.

Fu Lingjing especially found it hard to believe, pointing at the garden interior and stammering at the retreating backs of the Left and Right Protectors who had just escaped, 'Sir… sir! They…… they……'

"Pah! Your damn grandpa!"

The Left Protector had fled to a safe distance, still shaken, hearing Fu Lingjing's voice, a surge of vengeful fire poured onto him; he kicked out in the air, 'I almost got caught by your curse! You jinx! Dare to slander again, and I'll skin you and make a sky lantern!'

The Right Protector, also still frightened, glared at Fu Lingjing, swore while clutching the remaining jar, and fled in a hurry.

Jin Chen leisurely looked at Fu Lingjing, sprawled on the ground, grimy and disheveled, his tone mixed with pity and teasing, 'You tell me, why not stay somewhere decent in broad daylight instead of running here to suffer? What's the point?'

Fu Lingjing lay on the ground, fists clenched tightly.

——

City Master's Main Hall, night banquet.

Under the night's veil, the City Master's Main Hall was even more luxurious and eerie than usual.

Green ghost fire hovered in midair, casting the hall in shifting light and shadow, like the Ghost Domain.

Both sides of the banquet were filled with all kinds of ghost officials and warriors, varied in form, gloomy in aura, yet they all hushed their voices and held their breath, daring not to make noise.

At the head seat, Yin Chaosheng's black hair hung loose and unbound, he leaned back in the wide chair, the crimson liquid in his cup swaying, giving off a strong scent of bloody yin energy.

His expression was indifferent, his scarlet pupils lazily sweeping over those below, as if he were looking at a bunch of boring dead things.

When Jin Chen and his party stepped into the hall, the banquet had already begun.

Just as they appeared, the already suppressed atmosphere stagnated further; many ghosts cast their glances, bright or dark, toward them, especially upon seeing Jin Chen's true visage restored, they all lowered their heads, pretended to drink, or whispered to companions, refusing to meet his eyes.

Yet someone couldn't wait to draw attention.