Five minutes later, Li Qingran, her face red, finished dressing.
Even though she only showed her back to her master, it was almost completely bare.
Every time she thought of the feeling of that gaze landing on her skin, her heart would tremble slightly, and her mind went blank.
“Master…”
Li Qingran hung her head, her fingers gripping the sleeve of her robe, slowly turning around, mumbling softly.
However, she discovered that the gaze in the void had already disappeared.
“Master?”
“Master!”
Just… left?
Looked at the apprentice’s back and buttocks… oh no, should not have said anything after examining the apprentice?
Li Qingran lightly stomped her feet, sitting dejectedly back on the bed, her hands supporting her burning cheeks, staring out the window at the twilight and became entranced: “Master must think I’m too stupid… Master’s every examination has deep meaning, I must think more in the future, absolutely cannot answer without thinking. If I am too stupid, I will definitely be despised by Master, right?”
“After all, Master is such a smart and peerless gentleman… hehe~”
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Inside the underground palace.
The peerless gentleman Chen Huaian tilted his head to wipe away the nosebleed, tightening his belt.
“Hmph, nothing but mere beauty, how could this make me bow?”
He walked forward with his b*tt sticking out and his back hunched.
After learning from the Void Spirit Eyes technique, he made Li Qingran demonstrate it over a dozen times.
There’s no other reason,
It’s unrelated to Li Qingran’s insight or her natural talent with beautiful curves.
Mainly because he is very meticulous.
“Chimeras and demons, nowhere to hide!” Chen Huaian gathered spiritual energy through the meridians taught by Li Qingran into his eyes, opening a pair of Void Spirit Eyes filled with thunderbolts, and the world before him instantly changed.
“Oh.” Chen Huaian looked at the corridor ahead that stretched straight inward, with rooms on both sides, and suddenly understood: “It’s not that the map given by Xiang Xiaoyuan was wrong, it’s that there was something wrong with me.”
Haha, what joy.
Good thing I didn’t ask Xiang Xiaoyuan, otherwise wouldn’t I look like an idiot?
This time, with the help of the Void Spirit Eyes, he could clearly see the strong aura of evil spirits spreading from the depths of the corridor.
“Evil spirit, here comes your master!” Chen Huaian licked his lips, showing a seductive smile, walking step by step inside.
On both sides of the rooms were piles of broken porcelain, their smoothness like a girl’s skin, their color as if soaked in a girl’s bl**d, the terracotta smell in the air gradually turning into a foul stench and a bloody odor.
As Chen Huaian continued deeper,
On both sides of the partitions, those porcelain shards went from being scattered all over the ground to forming small hills, then gradually stacking up into bloody human shapes, ghostly cries and howls, the vision like being covered by a layer of fog.
The white candles on the side of the corridor flickered, dimming and brightening intermittently, stretching the shadows of the porcelain people into twisted vines. The dying screams of women, the screech of knives grinding against blunt objects, and the dull sound of flesh being chopped up… Behind Chen Huaian, some kind of collective gaze was taking shape.
When he reached the end of the corridor, all the light sources along the entire corridor abruptly shrank to pinpricks.
In the darkness came the rustling sound of silk rubbing against silk, countless bl**d-soaked sleeves moving without wind. He didn’t turn around, but he could almost imagine what was behind him—hundreds of celadon faces standing behind him, crackled glaze covering their faces, just as they were when they died, shattered.
There was no coffin at the end of the corridor.
Only a stone pedestal.
On the stone pedestal sat a porcelain bottle.
Its glaze was like congealed bl**d, the body resembling a graceful figure, she was elegant and voluptuous, yet kneeling on the ground, her body contorted, each joint twisting telling of resentment and pain.
“This porcelain bottle must be very valuable!”
Even Chen Huaian, an amateur, could tell how perfect the quality of this bl**d porcelain bottle was.
No wonder those professors and students studying archaeology came rushing in.
If he were in that field, he’d come too.
“Sir, you have good eyesight, this is the sacrificial red glaze from the Mingde period, a bone porcelain worth a fortune.” Layer upon layer of female voices sounded behind him, laced with sinister laughter: “Sir, if you like it, why not buy one?”
“Buy?” Chen Huaian looked at the porcelain bottle, a benevolent smile appearing on his face.
“I have a connection with this object, so naturally… I’ll take it directly!”
He suddenly extended his palm, seven wriggling thunder snakes curling at his fingertips, grabbing towards the porcelain bottle.
Before the magnificent righteousness of thunder even touched him, the red porcelain bottle emitted a shrill scream.
Simultaneously screaming were the densely packed Bone Porcelain Women behind him.
Chen Huaian’s hand clamped down on the crown of the Bone Porcelain Woman in front of him, spinning around and drawing out the Black Scaled Sword, facing the ghosts crowding the corridor with a grin even more sinister on his lips: “Jaja, the most beautiful things in the world belong to those who have a connection with them, just like your ghost bodies, which are also rare treasures to me!”
The legion of fierce ghosts did not understand what Chen Huaian meant, only charged forward driven by their resentment.
Evil Spirits…
So many Evil Spirits!!!
Buzz – Without him needing to actively activate it, a bl**d-colored scroll exploded in his mind.
Dense eroded texts wriggled into his pupils like live snakes.
The veins at his temples bulged, black devilish patterns crawled up his jawline to his cheekbones.
His fingertips embedded into the Bone Porcelain Woman’s crown, the skull cracking, porcelain shards splashing everywhere.
The porcelain shards piercing into his palm melted instantly, transforming into black slurry seeping into his pores.
Boom! An ancient and violent pulse erupted from the tailbone, surging up the spine straight to the crown.
This power wasn’t ethereal and cold like spiritual energy; instead, it was like swallowing a river of magma, every pore spewing heat and restlessness.
Yes, this explosive sensation.
Like eating a ton of little blue pills.
“Black magic? This is black magic! Truly fucking amazing! Jaja Jaja!”
On the spotty walls of the underground palace.
Chen Huaian’s shadow expanded into a wanton demon shadow.
The splashing porcelain shards exploded on the wall, leaving marks like bl**d ink.
And amidst the ferocious howls of the evil spirits, there seemed to be a hint of fear and despair…
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Ghost Market in the North Town.
Lin Chen lay on the ground, already at the end of her strength.
She looked as if she had been flayed alive, her whole body pierced with tiny bl**d-stained porcelain shards. These shards embedded in her flesh were as thin as cicada wings, rising and falling with her weak breathing. That leather jacket could no longer conceal her graceful figure, revealing bloody flesh.
“Cough cough…”
She couldn’t move, only watching as the Bone Porcelain Woman approached step by step, holding dripping porcelain shards with a smiling face.
She had anticipated the evil spirits of Jin De Town would be tough opponents, but never imagined they would be so tenacious. This Bone Porcelain Woman had almost devoured all the living beings on the food street, her red silk robe now turned into bloody water, dripping drop by drop.
“d*mn… Evil Spirits!”
The approaching d*ath made her voice tremble.
But the pride of being from a noble family still prevented her from bowing to the evil spirits.
Anyway, bowing wouldn’t do any good anyway.
The bl**d-dripping porcelain shard hovered above her head, the Bone Porcelain Woman’s strange smile getting closer, and the shard was nearing her eyes. bl**d droplets fell into her eyes, dyeing her vision completely red.
“The gentleman is truly handsome.” The Bone Porcelain Woman’s cracked porcelain mouth exhaled icy breath: “But still falls short compared to the young lady back then… The young lady originally thought she was going to the prince’s mansion to become a concubine, who knew she would end up as a bl**d sacrifice for the porcelain mother, you gentlemen really have cruel hearts, but… now it’s your turn, sir, the young lady will turn you into the most perfect bl**d-glazed porcelain.”
Saying this, she gripped the porcelain shard with both hands, raising it high.
Lin Chen sighed in despair, closing her eyes.
Suddenly, a low, demonic roar echoed in the void.
“Jaja Jaja! A fish that slipped through the net, I’ve found you!!!”
Three feet behind the Bone Porcelain Woman’s head, the void suddenly split open with spider-web-like cracks.
Before she could react, boiling hot waves surged out of the cracks, and a huge crimson hand wrapped in boiling fire broke through the void—this was not like a human hand at all, it was covered with fiery red scales, more like a demon claw.
The Bone Porcelain Woman’s head was grabbed without any resistance, only able to twist her body and let out a mournful cry.
A savage laugh emerged from the void.
“Give to your lord…”
“Instant annihilation!!!”
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The current book title is still too ordinary, do you have any better suggestions? Please give some advice.
