Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

The muscles of the cheekbones and chin have become thin, turning into withered bones that protrude, like the cheekbones of a shrunken skull.

His prominent eye sockets were deep and empty, like bottomless black holes, devoid of any human warmth or expression.

The irises of his eyes were dull and lifeless, like two stagnant pools of water, exuding a cold and terrifying atmosphere.

Hidden in the deep recesses below the eye sockets are the remnants of the eyes, their gaze deep and unfathomable, as if bursting forth from a dark abyss.

The chapped lips were like a crack, full of signs of dryness and decay.

The lips, devoid of any vitality, seemed to have long since lost the nourishment of blood and life, leaving only emptiness and terror.

This horribly withered face is terrifying, as if it has been ravaged by the relentless passage of time, presenting the ultimate form of death and desolation, making people's hair stand on end and their hearts tremble.

The person was about 1.2 to 1.3 meters tall, and his whole body was emaciated with no flesh or blood.

It looks more like a skeleton, barely holding itself up.

The moment Fan Zui met those eyes, all his drowsiness vanished instantly.

Driven by his inner fear, he nearly struck out with his palm.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but the sticky dripping sound outside continued, and he finally gradually came back to his senses.

Only then did I notice that his fists were clenched tightly, and the veins were bulging.

A fine layer of sweat was faintly visible on his forehead.

"Young Master Fan, do not be afraid. I am a human, not a demon."

After saying that, the withered, skeletal figure turned around and looked back, a deep fear flashing in its eyes.

His eyes seemed to be searching for some great terror, causing his already withered face to twitch.

Under the dim light, Fan Zui finally recognized who the person was.

The man who plucked the night-blooming jasmine, whom I glimpsed from afar during the day.

I had originally planned to look for that person, but I never expected that he would come to me on his own.

"Who are you, and why are you in the City of Daughters? What brings you to me?"

Seeing that he seemed very afraid of some mysterious, unknown terror in the darkness, Fan Zui didn't delay and directly asked the most crucial question.

Let’s get straight to the point.

"To make a long story short, I am the one who entered the Dao through lust ten thousand years ago, the fourth terrestrial immortal on the entire continent, known as the Lust Demon Emperor. I hope Young Master Fan can save me."

Click!

A crimson thunderclap flashed across the sky, like a bolt from the blue, utterly eerie.

Both the current environment and the words of the short, withered skeleton in front of him were enough to make him freeze in place.

Beneath the crimson lightning, he finally saw clearly that what was falling from the sky like a torrential downpour was not raindrops, but blood.

It was terrifying beyond words, with a strong, pungent smell of blood.

He sensed something was wrong the moment he opened the door, and now he realized with a start that the smell of blood was far too strong.

It's like being soaked in a bathtub full of blood, making it almost impossible to breathe.

The entire Yuelai Inn was eerily quiet, devoid of any sign of life, like a scene from hell.

Blood rained incessantly from the sky, and occasionally ghosts seemed to drift among them, accompanied by heart-wrenching wails.

The words of the short, withered, skeletal figure before him left him wondering how he could possibly believe them.

He was the fourth terrestrial immortal who entered the Dao through lust ten thousand years ago, and disappeared without a trace after stepping into the City of Daughters. He was a notorious demon in the world.

how can that be!

Looking at him now, he no longer resembles a human being at all.

He was short in stature, emaciated like a skeleton, and his face was completely bloodless.

Moreover, in the city of daughters, the job they do is the dirtiest, smelliest, and most tiring work of cleaning night-blooming jasmine.

A dignified immortal on land, the strongest being in the world, even if he were to fall into despair, how could he have fallen to this state?

Another point is how he knew his own identity.

And why did she say that she could rescue him?

While he was still in a daze, another bolt of blood-red lightning flashed across the sky.

Amidst the blood-red light, he seemed to catch a glimpse of something flashing by in the corner of his eye.

Damn, this city of daughters is truly eerie in every way.

When he came to his senses, the short, withered skeleton figure in front of him had disappeared.

Looking outside, it was pitch black, with a faint glow of blood.

He reached his hand over the eaves, then withdrew it in an instant.

It was indeed a rain of blood, and it was warm to the touch.

At this moment, from the depths of the night, a faint roar could be heard, and the wailing of the fierce ghosts was mournful and shrill.

Immediately return indoors, sit cross-legged, and diligently practice meditation to enter a meditative state.

I do not know how long it has been.

"call!"

He rolled over and sat up in bed.

His forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

"Son..."

His terrified cry seemed to wake Orange, who was still fast asleep beside him.

She rolled over and lazily put her feet up.

Her alluring sleeping posture at this moment is like a work of art, as if an angel has descended.

She lay on the soft bed, her body bent lightly and gracefully.

Her long, slender legs were crossed, gently revealing a section of her beautiful thighs, as if inviting the viewer's attention.

Her soft, moist skin peeked out from under the sheets, revealing a subtle yet sensual allure.

Her body leaned slightly to one side, revealing her alluring curves.

Her graceful waistline accentuated her perfect figure, unconsciously drawing people into endless reverie and fantasy.

Her long hair was scattered on the white pillowcase, shimmering with a soft light.

Her delicate hair danced with the rise and fall of her breath, creating an alluring and mysterious atmosphere in the room.

Her lips curved into a slight smile, exuding a captivating allure. That subtle curve seemed to whisper tenderness and affection, drawing one closer and inviting affection.

Her eyes were gently closed, and her long eyelashes cast an elegant shadow.

In that peaceful sleep, she seemed like the most beautiful flower in the world, exuding irresistible charm in her tranquil slumber.

Her alluring sleeping posture exudes a gentle charm that stirs the heart.

At this moment, she is a natural work of art, captivating people with her unparalleled beauty, as if they were in a dreamlike fairyland.

Wait a minute, can't she dress properly before going to bed? Why is she only wearing a close-fitting undergarment now?

His heart skipped a beat, and he immediately ran downstairs, opened the window, and looked outside.

But there wasn't a trace of blood in it.

The sun is shining brightly; it looks like a lovely sunny day.

Thankfully, it seems it was just a nightmare.

I walked to the bathtub, intending to wash my face and refresh myself.

But then he suddenly saw the congealed blood on his hand and froze.

My heart felt as if struck by lightning.

Chapter 67 [The Mysterious High-Rise]

He rubbed his hands in the basin of water, his brow furrowed, trying hard to recall what had happened last night.

No, if we calculate based on the time, he should have slept for a day and a night.

And it didn't happen overnight.

Because he actually spent quite a long time inside the witch's body.

The two joked and laughed, and even practiced for a while in the middle of the day. If you think about it, it probably took them about half a day.

But the more I calculated, the more something seemed off.

He had a feeling that time seemed to be out of control.

Moreover, there is still no clue about what happened last night, which is very strange.

If it was just a dream, how do you explain the bloodstains on his hands?