Chapter 0004: The Drunken Fragrance of the Hordes of Ghosts

The female ghost's figure swayed, and Qin Yang felt a blur before his eyes; he was already on the large bed. The female ghost wrapped her arms around his neck, gazing at him with seductive eyes, and it seemed he was about to be pushed back...

After arriving at the front yard, a group of spirits was still indulging in a grand feast. Upon seeing Qin Yang, they were momentarily taken aback and turned their gaze towards him with a chilling intensity.

In just a little over half a stick of incense, a group of ghostly figures staggered about, as if they were drunk, one after another collapsing with a thud.

With a low shout, taking advantage of the female ghost's momentary surprise, Qin Yang swiftly slapped her on the backside.

The charming smile before me, shy yet alluring, resembles that of an innocent young girl. The ghost appears far from frightening, yet if a fight were to ensue, it could easily be crushed with a single hand

Laozi had a total of twenty-three incense sticks, and just like that, they are gone, just like that, leaving you all with an advantage...

Young master, why are you not speaking? Could it be that those foolish and clumsy fellows below have frightened you?

Qin Yang thrust forward repeatedly, and after a series of more than ten thrusts, he heard the female ghost let out a low moan, becoming limp on the bed, motionless.

Yu Guang cast a glance at the distant burning incense, which had only burned down to one-third, yet this alluring and shameless creature could hardly wait any longer

In the back room, the female ghost also had a flushed complexion, as if she were in a deep sleep, lying on the bed and sleeping soundly

Although I had been mentally prepared for a long time, to have a group of ghost soldiers capable of concealing their deathly appearances as subordinates, the leader among them was most likely a stronger ghost warrior. However, upon arriving here and witnessing it, I could not help but feel a sense of doubt in my heart.

A glimmer of understanding flashed in Qin Yang's eyes; indeed, this seductive and shameless woman had long been coveting my magnificent physique, even going so far as to send a wedding procession to wait for me... Perhaps she saw me during the last visit when I came to pay my respects at the funeral.

Only by advancing to the level of a ghost soldier and refining the ghostly body can one become indistinguishable from an ordinary person. If the yin energy and ghostly aura are not apparent, those with insufficient strength will not be able to perceive that the other party is a wraith or ghostly entity

This spiritual incense is originally intended for use by spirits. Its fragrance can soothe the mind and dispel evil thoughts. Any spirit that wishes to advance further would not recklessly consume the life force and blood of living beings. After all, continuing down that path would inevitably lead to becoming a mindless monster that knows only slaughter. This spiritual incense is meant to dispel such entities

"You take a rest for a moment; I will go outside to attend to the guests. It is unreasonable to let the guests entertain themselves without the host's hospitality. I will be back shortly." Adjusting his attire, Qin Yang calmly patted the female ghost once more before turning to walk outside.

This truly is a stroke of bad luck, having not come here for eight hundred years, and upon my first visit, I encounter such a formidable character. Moreover, I am currently disguised, and not long after entering, I run into the wedding procession. It is highly likely that this female ghost has long been coveting my handsome face.

"Young master, do not..." The female ghost said this, but her body was quite honest, actively lying down on the bed

Lie down

I am Qushi Deyong, and indeed, you are truly exceptional, not in vain have I waited for you for so long

Qin Yang's eyelids twitched slightly as he took out a stick of spiritual incense, casually pinched a portion of it, lit it, and inserted it into the incense burner in the center. Watching the spiritual incense burn and the green smoke curl and disperse, he finally let out a slight sigh of relief

With a firm resolve, Qin Yang shouted at the female ghost.

No, it was just that upon seeing the young lady, I was momentarily dazed, inspiration struck, and I happened to come up with a couple of lines of poetry..." Qin Yang casually replied.

Here, this female ghost possesses the strongest power. Within the realm of ghosts, the hierarchy is strict, and those beneath her are likely completely afraid to show her any disrespect. Furthermore, the ones captured earlier probably have no interest whatsoever. Either they lack the acting skills and constantly think about escaping, only to be caught, after which the female ghost loses her nature and directly ensnares their minds, leading to daily conquests.

The young master is indeed exceptionally talented, but I do not possess the qualities you attribute to me..." The female ghost, blushing furiously upon hearing this, let out a soft moan and collapsed directly onto the bed. The red garment she was draped in vanished in an instant, leaving only her undergarments to cover her, leaning there in a posture that invited attention.

"Then listen carefully. " Qin Yang's mind turned quickly, and he casually recited two lines: "The clouds desire clothing, the flowers wish for beauty, the spring breeze brushes the railing, and the dew is rich and thick..."

Those practitioners who raise and nurture spirits generally prefer to use this spiritual incense

A group of spirits was also too preoccupied to pay attention to Qin Yang, each of them stretching their necks and inhaling vigorously towards the incense burner, as a stick of incense burned at a visibly rapid pace.

Thank you all for your support, I can only prepare a few small items for you to taste. Qin Yang maintained a calm expression, smiling as he took out a handful of fragrant incense, which he ignited. After that, each table's incense burner was filled with a handful: "Everyone, please feel free to enjoy."

The female ghost let out a soft moan and turned to look at Qin Yang, her eyes glistening with tears about to fall. Qin Yang chuckled, instantly amused; this fellow truly was a masochist

Upon opening the door, one could see the green smoke drifting within the room, wafting outside along with Qin Yang

As he watched the female ghost wrap her arms around his neck and lean in closer, Qin Yang secretly gritted his teeth. Recalling his earlier assessment, since this female ghost belonged to the category of the Eighteen Instruments, specifically the Nine Curves of the Intestines, coupled with her appearance of unfulfilled desire, it was highly likely that this individual was a masochist

Young master, since you have already arrived, why not take a bath and change your clothes? Why do you still dress in this rustic and aged manner? Is it that I am not beautiful? I happened to catch a glimpse of your heroic demeanor before, and I have been thinking of you ever since. I never expected we would have the chance to meet again, and it brings me great joy in my heart

Miss Qu's flattery was misplaced... Qin Yang smiled and casually dismissed it, thinking to himself that it was indeed different from the ones captured before. Those previous individuals were probably scared silly, or perhaps their minds were bewitched, forced into submission by your relentless advances, drained of their essence... If I were to turn against you directly, I would likely meet the same fate immediately

"Young master, you are truly considerate; allow me to serve you..." The female ghost inhaled the fragrant incense, chuckling softly as if she had drunk wine

This female ghost is also discerning, naturally recognizing that this pair of ghostly items is truly a valuable possession.

Oh? The female ghost's eyes lit up, her cheeks flushed, and her eyelashes fluttered as she looked at Qin Yang, filled with curiosity: "May I ask if the young master could recite a poem?"

Upon reflection, Qin Yang understood that this was not merely a matter of his own misfortune, but rather an inevitability that would come to pass sooner or later

The female ghost lay at the head of the bed, watching Qin Yang's back, chuckling to herself without any intention of stopping him. After all, in this place, with Qin Yang's strength, he would certainly be unable to escape.

Qin Yang cast a glance at the incense burner, where the spiritual incense had burned almost completely. Among the remnants, one stick was noticeably darker in color than the others

What is your esteemed name, young lady? Qin Yang's eyelids twitched, and he quickly asked, noticing the female ghost had paused her actions: If one does not even know your name, would that not be exceedingly impolite?