Chapter 2706: The Psycho City Lord's Love-and-Kill Rule 29

Three days later.

The forbidden attic, which had been calm for only a few days, once again underwent violent turmoil.

Several ancient, mighty jars burst in succession, shaking the entire City Lord's Mansion!

The patrolling ghost generals and soldiers in the mansion were doubtful and tense; City Lord Yin Chaosheng, who had ruled Ghost City for hundreds of years, had always taken a laissez-faire attitude toward the jars sealing the extremely evil ghost kings, leaving them undisturbed as long as they did not break their seals and cause trouble, so he usually ignored them.

How come ever since Jin Chen arrived, the City Lord has become so concerned about sealing this attic, even personally reinforcing the seals?

Until the patrolling ghost soldiers happened to pass by the attic's vicinity.

Only to see the attic's heavy Main Gate kicked open from inside with a bang! A booming "Boom—" rang out, and immediately a figure strode out.

A tall, slender figure stepped out; Jin Chen still wore his azure robe, though its hem was stained with some dust and unknown grime, yet he showed no sign of dishevelment—rather, it added a touch of unrestrained freedom.

And what made all the ghost soldiers and generals stare wide-eyed, their Eyeballs practically popping out, was that their City Lord Yin Chaosheng—whose power was unfathomable, whose mood shifted unpredictably, and who could make myriad ghosts bow with a mere raise of his hand—was actually being carried in Jin Chen's arms!

Yin Chaosheng's scarlet long robe was somewhat disheveled, his ink-black hair loose, his extraordinarily handsome face showing weariness as he leaned softly against Jin Chen's chest, his arms weakly encircling Jin Chen's neck—he appeared unprecedentedly docile, even… fragile.

It seemed he had endured an immense depletion, lacking even the strength to twitch a finger.

The patrolling ghost generals and soldiers stared dumbfounded at the scene, their weapons nearly slipping from their grasp.

They collectively felt as if they had dug out their eyes, wiped them, and put them back, yet they still could not believe what they saw.

Their City Lord, who was unmatched in strength and regarded all beings as ants—

actually behaved like a little ghost clinging to someone.

Within half a day, various versions of the rumor spread like wings across the entire Ghost City:

Starting with, "What?! Did you see that? The City Lord was carried out of the attic by Lord Jin Chen!"

It quickly turned into, "Heaven-shaking secret! The City Lord was tossed about by Lord Jin Chen to the point he couldn't get out of bed, could barely walk, and had to be carried!"

Then came even more outrageous: "According to an informed ghost scholar, Lord Jin Chen is vigorous as a dragon and tiger, and the City Lord hasn't set foot outside his chambers for three days!"

……

The rumors grew more absurd by the telling, gradually evolving into all sorts of lascivious speculation.

Yet the two protagonists of the incident remained completely oblivious.

——

Jin Chen was utterly unaware of how the outside world was spreading tales of his and Yin Chaosheng's romantic escapades.

He held the unsteady-breathing, trembling Yin Chaosheng in his arms as they passed through the empty, gloomy corridor into the bedchamber.

Just moments ago they had emerged from the jar sealed with an imperial palace scene.

Unlike the solemn majesty of the mortal realm's imperial palace, and starkly different from the gloomy eeriness of the Ghost City Lord's Mansion, the palace within that jar was a bone‑deep, deathly still chill.

Each palace resembled an abandoned cold palace, its vermilion lacquer peeling, its curtains torn, permeated with a deathly, resentful silence.

Jin Chen initially thought that the fierce ghost imprisoned in this jar might be connected to the mortal dynasty.

But upon entering, he suddenly realized that the jar's origin was not an external object, but stemmed from Yin Chaosheng's innermost… fear.

In the depths of the illusion, they saw the emperor of the present dynasty, on his deathbed.

A mortal emperor who, by all rights, should have had nothing to do with Yin Chaosheng, who had reigned as king of Ghost City for hundreds of years.

Yet Yin Chaosheng's reaction was truly strange: his ghostly aura surged violently, his scarlet pupils contracted to pinpricks, and the malign energy he unleashed almost tore the entire illusion apart.

For the first time, Jin Chen saw on him such a loss of control, a near‑collapse, an inhuman state on the brink.

Collecting his thoughts, Jin Chen lowered his gaze, placed Yin Chaosheng on the bed, and was immediately locked in a tight embrace around his neck, not allowing him to move an inch.

Yin Chaosheng's scarlet long robe spread across the dark bedsheets like a poison‑spiked demonic flower suddenly blooming in the night.

He looked up at Jin Chen, his extraordinarily handsome face filled with an almost obsessive longing, his gaze unfocused, as if eager to escape from painful memories.

"Kiss me…" Yin Chaosheng's voice low and hoarse, he actively pressed his icy lips together, rubbing and seeking Jin Chen's kiss and caress.

Jin Chen's eyes dimmed slightly; he obediently leaned in, kissing him gently, delving into that yin‑chilled mouth to the fullest, utterly entwined.

His palm slid along Yin Chaosheng's supple waist, lightly stroking, then drifted to the fragile nape of his neck, where he pressed with his fingertips.

A satisfied sigh escaped Yin Chaosheng's throat, his body pressing even more softly against Jin Chen.

Suddenly, Yin Chaosheng seemed to think of something extremely unsettling.

The Netherworld Flower, which had not appeared for a long time, sprouted buds again, from which countless dark‑red threads shot out, quickly spreading and intertwining, and in the blink of an eye wove around them an airtight silken cocoon.

"You may not leave." Yin Chaosheng buried his face in the crook of Jin Chen's neck, his voice barely a whisper, like delirious muttering.

Jin Chen ceased kissing, lowered his head to press a kiss to the reddened corners of his eyes, and said, "I won't go; I'm right here."

Yin Chaosheng lifted his head; his non‑human eyes, half‑red half‑black, locked onto Jin Chen without blinking, as if trying to see straight into his soul.

He seemed to mutter to himself, "You are human."

Coming from Yin Chaosheng, those words inexplicably sounded sour and powerless: "You are human… you will leave."

He exhausted his thoughts, yet could not think of any way to truly bind this person.

Jin Chen was too strong—so strong that even he, the Lord of Ghost City, could not retain him by force.

Unable to keep him… what else could be done?

A near‑desperate possessiveness surged wildly in the depths of his heart.

He greedily pecked kisses on Jin Chen's brows, eyes, and nose bridge, as well as the old scar on the side of his neck that had long healed, leaving only a faint trace—though he appeared unusually obedient, the depths of his demonic eyes churned with a near‑destructive madness of obsession.

"I can keep you, Jin Chen…"

Yin Chaosheng's pale fingertip lightly brushed Jin Chen's brow, where the Seek Ghost Seal he himself had planted lay; his voice was soft, making one's heart pound.

Jin Chen neither dodged nor objected; he lowered his head to kiss the sensitive earlobe, accepting all of Yin Chaosheng's unease, obsession, and madness.

Jin Chen reached out, his palm gently covering Yin Chaosheng's overly burning eyes, and whispered, "Mm, I know. Go to sleep."

Under his palm, Yin Chaosheng's eyelashes trembled violently, like the wings of a startled butterfly.

After a few breaths of silence, he suddenly raised his hand and pulled Jin Chen's hand down.

That fleeting moment of fragility and unease seemed merely an illusion; in his eyes blossomed an intensely alluring, hook‑laden smile, he lifted his foot, lightly brushing his toes against Jin Chen's calf, and his whole body, boneless, slumped into Jin Chen's embrace, ears rubbing, arms encircling his slender waist.

Ghosts don't need to sleep, right?

Jin Chen raised an eyebrow, then, going with the flow, turned onto his side and lay down, pulling Yin Chaosheng to his side, his fingertips idly twirling a strand of his black hair, his tone tinged with teasing: "You're in good shape."

Yin Chaosheng was completely unaware that danger was about to fall again, and he also forgot how he had begged for mercy after playing with fire too recklessly in the jar earlier; instead, he pushed his luck, lightly licking Jin Chen's palm, then lifted his face, his eyes flickering, he drew a soft breath, his voice sweet and cloying.

"Yes, the Ghost King's stamina is naturally excellent..."