Chapter 2705: Psycho City Lord's Love-and-Kill Rules 28

Ghost City, Nightmare Phantom Realm.

The rain had not ceased, rainwater washed the blue stone slabs before the gate of Divination Dao Mountain, gradually diluting the recent traces of slaughter, yet it could not cleanse the heavy ghostly aura and bloody smell permeating the air.

Chu Jiu Shan clearly saw that Yun Qingzi did not belong to the former gentle, sinister greed, clearly felt that this phantom realm was everywhere filled with discord and falseness, yet he preferred to deceive himself.

He muttered to himself, trying to persuade Jin Chen, and also persuade himself: 'As long… as long as he is not here.'

Chu Jiu Shan seemed possessed, staring at Jin Chen, his trembling finger pointing directly at Yin Chaosheng.

'Senior Brother! As long as Yin Chaosheng is not here! As long as we join forces to eliminate this variable! We can go back! Go back to the past! Go back to when the Seeking Divination Sect still existed! Senior Brother!'

The oil paper spilled, Jin Chen looked at Chu Jiu Shan, slightly furrowed his brows, Yin Chaosheng in his embrace curled his lips like a triumphant sprite, planting an icy, cool, damp kiss on Jin Chen's neck side, languid yet dangerous, 'Senior Brother… look, your good junior brother wants you to choose.'

His finger lightly brushed Jin Chen's collarbone, making circles, he lifted the watery light in his eyes, gazing straight into Jin Chen's eyes, 'Who will you choose?'

Jin Chen lightly gripped Yin Chaosheng's nape, his fingertips gently rubbing the cold skin, he asked back.

'What do you think?'

Yin Chaosheng accordingly buried his face in his neck, took a deep breath, acting extremely affected and pretentious out of grievance.

'If you choose him… then of course you can…' but the arm wrapped around Jin Chen's waist tightened like an iron hoop, the sourness and threat in his tone nearly spilling over.

Jin Chen found it somewhat amusing, loosened his grip on Yin Chaosheng's hand, and shoved the held-up oil-paper umbrella into his hand.

'Hold it.'

Yin Chaosheng startled, instinctively took the umbrella handle, then widened his demonic eyes, dissatisfiedly looking at Jin Chen, 'What do you mean?'

Push him away? Really go choose that foolish junior brother?

'Be good, hold it firm.' Jin Chen said gently.

Yin Chaosheng pressed his lips tight, watching Jin Chen turn and walk step by step toward Chu Jiu Shan and Yun Qingzi, who supported each other in the rain with hopeful faces; the nameless fire in his heart mixed with an indescribable sourness surged up, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the umbrella handle.

He was unwilling, yet inexplicably… wanted to see what Jin Chen would ultimately do.

Chu Jiu Shan saw Jin Chen approaching, his face bursting with joyful light, he excitedly shouted, 'Senior Brother! You really are…' still trusting me.

He hadn't finished speaking when it abruptly stopped!

Jin Chen flipped his wrist, the long sword pierced Chu Jiu Shan's heart, the sword tip going through his body.

'Pfft——' Chu Jiu Shan spat out a large mouthful of blood, the light in his eyes quickly dimming.

He lowered his head to look at the sword blade sunk into his body, unable to believe why his most revered senior brother would strike him so ruthlessly.

Even standing under the umbrella, the originally spectating Yin Chaosheng's pupils suddenly contracted, gazing at Jin Chen's upright back, his eyes becoming increasingly dark and inscrutable.

The desire deep in his heart to completely possess, imprison, and make him belong solely to himself ignited a mad thought.

What to do… the more one sees him unrestrained by any bonds, the more one wants to crush him, merge him into one's own flesh and blood, so he can never leave.

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +10, total 70!】

'Jin Chen! You're mad!' Yun Qingzi beside him let out a furious roar, his gentle mask completely shattered, revealing a ferocious ghostly visage, his yin aura surging, 'He is your fellow sect junior brother! How could he not compare to some unknown demonic monster?!'

Jin Chen slowly drew his long sword, letting Chu Jiu Shan's body collapse to the ground, blood spreading in the rainwater.

He raised his eyes, looking at the enraged Yun Qingzi, his brows slightly lifted, his tone flat enough to make one's heart chill: 'You also want to be killed? Fine.'

Before his words faded, the sword light rose again, straight for Yun Qingzi's throat!

Yun Qingzi: '……'

Seeing that even Chu Jiu Shan, this most important pawn, could not make Jin Chen indulge in the slightest, he no longer pretended, his form suddenly swelling and distorting, turning into a mass of thick, viscous, constantly rolling nightmare yin clouds.

From the yin clouds came countless mournful howls and tempting whispers; the mental impact surged like a tide toward Jin Chen, attempting to drag him once more into deeper, more terrifying nightmare cycles.

It desperately craved Jin Chen's powerful and pure soul.

That was the ultimate nourishment it had long dreamed of.

'Seek death!' Yin Chaosheng snorted coldly, unwilling to let others covet what is his.

He flung the oil-paper umbrella aside, his scarlet figure turning into a stream of light, recklessly crashing into that mass of nightmare yin clouds.

In an instant, two equally terrifying, mighty Ghost King-level forces collided explosively, yin winds howling, ghosts wailing like wolves.

Jin Chen couldn't intervene for a moment, he walked to where Chu Jiu Shan had fallen, squatted down, covered his still slightly rising and falling head with his palm, spiritual power probing into Chu Jiu Shan's chaotic sea of consciousness, after a while finally forcing out Chu Jiu Shan's soul.

Chu Jiu Shan dazedly touched his chest, then abruptly came to his senses, his face full of lingering fear and guilt.

'Senior Brother! I… I didn't mean it that way! I was controlled in mind and spirit by that nightmare ghost……'

'I know.' Jin Chen interrupted him, 'Let's go up together, quickly exterminate the nightmare phantom ghost king.'

Chu Jiu Shan nodded heavily, clenched his fists, 'Yes!'

Forbidden Ground Attic.

Not long after, accompanied by a sharp, piercing huge roar, the black vat sealing the nightmare phantom ghost king burst open explosively.

Thick black mist gushed out, then quickly dissipated.

Several figures were spat out from the shattered altar mouth, heavily falling to the ground.

Liu Shuoyue and the others stood up one after another; Fu Lingjing and his two companions looked the most miserable, their clothes torn, their bodies covered in scratches and traces of ghostly corrosion, obviously having suffered greatly in their respective nightmares.

Heiyi anxiously looked at the black mist still seeping from the vat fragments, 'Jin Chen he……'

Chu Jiu Shan's face turned pale, yet he cracked a smile, waved his hand, speaking ambiguously to tease.

'Don't worry, Brother Heiyi, my senior brother is doing fine! He's busy keeping company with the City Lord; he probably won't be out for a while.'

Fu Lingjing and his two companions, hearing this, grew even more unsightly, cursing as they helped each other up, not looking back as they left this stifling attic.

This foray into the forbidden ground not only yielded them no benefit, but they lost troops and generals, losing all face.

Liu Shuoyue watched their retreating backs, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, her mind already grasping a deeper layer.

'This place is dangerous; since the City Lord is currently… unable to attend to us, we might as well seize this opportunity to conduct a thorough investigation.'

Zang Huaian also expressed agreement, 'Exactly what I had in mind.'

Thus, the four briefly rested, then began to investigate inside the attic.

Over the next three days, the investigation by Liu Shuoyue and the four indeed yielded astonishing discoveries,

They pieced together information from the fragmented ancient texts and stelae inscriptions, as well as the seal runes on the jars; this seemingly chaotic ghost city actually had countless connections to the legendary Nine Springs Underworld.

Many of the terrifying ghost kings whose names are only recorded in ancient forbidden books—those who ought to have been eternally suppressed in the depths of the Underworld—actually had their corresponding names found on these jars.

Of course, most of the information about these forbidden-book secrets stemmed from Heiyi's deep familiarity gained from extensively reading the forbidden books.

Chu Jiu Shan couldn't help but feel moved as he patted Heiyi on the shoulder, saying, 'Brother Heiyi, you really can't judge a book by its cover!'

Heiyi's dark face rarely showed a hint of embarrassment, and he said, 'My… my family has a long tradition of learning; I've only dabbled a little.'