Fairy, I am truly a virtuous gentleman!

Hongluan stretched out a section of her fair, jade-like forearm and lifted a sliver of the veil. Although it was only for a brief moment, it still allowed the ghosts to see the scene inside.

A handsome young man, shirtless, with his hands bound behind his back, knelt in submission beneath Hongluan's slender, white, and delicate feet.

His posture was upright, but his head was bowed.

Although her face was not clearly visible, her angular profile and the strands of hair scattered across her well-defined muscles possessed a unique allure.

The other person's eyes were indifferent, as if they had suffered unspeakable torment and were numb, allowing Hongluan to slowly lift her chin with her curled, bright red toes.

Hongluan was draped in a blood-red robe, her eyes were entirely crimson, and even her lips seemed to be stained with blood, making her look scarlet and coldly beautiful.

She leaned against the soft cushion, her right hand supporting her snow-white chin, staring intently at the red demon blocking her path through the fluttering veil.

Unlike her previous delicate and charming demeanor in front of Ning Yuan, Hong Luan now resembled a ghost king from the underworld. The sinister aura emanating from her petite body was in no way inferior to that of the burly and tall Crimson Horned Green Ghost.

"Hehe..."

The red demon's pupils contracted sharply, and a bloodthirsty laugh, as if emanating from deep within its throat, gurgled out.

A sense of madness gradually emanated from it, causing the ghosts in the ghost city to tremble in fear.

"Whatever your purpose, Lady Luan, is it against the rules to secretly intercept the blood offerings?"

The Red Demon opened his mouth, exhaled a breath of white air, and questioned in an icy tone.

Hongluan sneered and retorted without any politeness, "Rules? Unless the city lord gives the order, my rules are the rules! Or... do you want to fight me?"

The red demon's hair danced wildly, and it suddenly began stomping its feet and pounding its fists. The entire street was like a small earthquake, with debris flying everywhere, several buildings crumbling, and the demons inside falling out in terror. The demon grabbed them and stuffed them into its mouth.

"Lady Luan, you actually dare to fight me for this lowly blood offering! Aaaaaah!"

The red demon screamed madly, like a madman, while its body swelled and grew larger and larger, and the rationality in its eyes gradually disappeared.

Three feet, five feet, eight feet...

Hongluan's expression stiffened slightly, and she secretly thought that something was wrong.

It seems like we've gone too far?

Is this idiot Red Demon really going to defy the city lord's decree and fight me in the Ghost City?

Somewhat flustered, Hongluan couldn't help but look at Ning Yuan, who was kneeling beside her lotus feet like a prisoner.

The matter of the red demon is minor, but what if it gets the master involved and delays his plans?

Just as the situation began to spiral out of control and tensions were about to escalate.

clang!

A night watchman's gong sounded from somewhere.

Crimson Abyss is a place of absolute darkness, where there is no alternation of day and night. However, in order to make it easier for all ghosts to manage, the Lord of Ghost City has divided day and night by the sound of the night watch.

At night, wandering spirits roam; during the day, all ghosts lie in wait.

The sound will be repeated three times. Anyone who disobeys will be devoured by countless ghosts and become fertilizer to nourish the yin energy.

At this moment, the gong sounded, and the many ghosts dared not delay for even a moment. They retreated swiftly like a tide, and in an instant, the ghost city was empty of ghosts. The streets and alleys were deserted, with only the ghost sedan chairs of the Red Ghost and the Red Phoenix still facing each other.

Fortunately, the sound of the night watchman's drum restored the red demon's senses, and its body slowly shrank back to its original size.

Red Demon glared fiercely at Red Phoenix and said in a sinister tone, "The day after tomorrow is the day the city lord arrives, and the other Venerables will all return. I hope you will have dealt with this damned brat by then!"

With that, it exerted force with both legs, leaped up, and its figure disappeared as a black dot.

Hongluan also breathed a sigh of relief.

She ordered the several dazed zombies, "Return to the manor!"

...

...

The layout of the ghost city is based on the nine palaces, dividing it into nine markets, each governed by one of the nine fierce ghost lords. It is simple yet well-organized.

Anrenfang.

One of the Nine Ghost Lords, the market town under the jurisdiction of 'Lady Luan'.

In the center, there was a huge mansion with ghostly lights.

Inside the courtyard, several pale-faced female ghosts huddled together, whispering amongst themselves.

"Have you heard? The lady has taken in a new male favorite, and he's a living, breathing person!"

"I've heard about it! And not only have I heard about it, I even saw it!"

Upon hearing this, the other female ghosts quickly asked, "How does it look? What does it look like?"

The female ghost who was speaking chuckled.

"What else could it be? He's naturally as handsome as a god, with a dignified appearance and elegant demeanor. He's truly a peerless beauty in the underworld, a world apart from those ugly ducklings in the city. Even ghosts can't resist him!"

The female ghost, showing signs of wavering under the influence of the lustful soul, murmured, "I wonder if, after you've had your fill of him, you could bestow him upon the sisters to play with. Anyway, I can't wait to have a passionate and unrestrained lovemaking with that person..."

Hearing the words of this female ghost, the other female ghosts also looked on with anticipation and fantasy.

Before anyone could react, a gash appeared on the female ghost's face, and thick, yin energy gushed out.

But they were just a few painted-skin ghosts!

At the same moment, deep within the courtyard.

The will-o'-the-wisps glowed with an eerie white light, casting a chilling glow on the cold, hard black wooden floor.

However, looking around, there were emerald screens covering the room, with calligraphy and paintings hanging there, and a pot of orchids and fragrant flowers placed in front of the carved window, filling the room with a sweet fragrance.

On the mahogany couch, silk curtains hung down like clouds and water, red candles were stained with tears, and beneath them was a dressing table filled with objects.

It's clear that the owner of this house is quite self-pitying.

The firelight flickered.

A bronze mirror on the dressing table immediately reflected Hongluan's image.

She changed into a white silk lace dress, revealing a large expanse of her snowy chest, her delicate collarbones like jade hooks, and her deep cleavage like an abyss.

She looked as if she had just come out of the bath; her plain dress clung to her, revealing her high breasts and the outline of her breasts. Her long, slightly damp hair, like moonlight, fell down and was gathered into a bunch and placed on one side of her fragrant shoulder.

Completely different from her previous majestic appearance, Hongluan now humbly kneels by the bed, her head gently nodding and swaying towards the couch.

Ning Yuan looked around and couldn't help but say, "Your environment is quite good. To be able to accumulate such abundant spiritual energy in a place like Crimson Abyss, you truly deserve to be one of the nine Venerables of Ghost City."

Hongluan stopped what she was doing and said shyly, "It's all thanks to my hard work over the past thousand years. Those cultivators from the outside world must be considered wealthy among their peers. Each of them has many treasures in their storage treasures."

Those who can enter the Crimson Abyss are either outstanding talents who have performed exceptionally well at the Grand Gathering of Myriad Laws.

Alternatively, they could be individuals with powerful backgrounds who could engage in dialogue and equal transactions with the Ji clan.

My pockets won't be empty.

The Crimson Abyss opens only once every five years. Such a long period of time means that even if the cost of 'accidental injuries and deaths' has not attracted much attention from the outside world, it should still be a considerable sum accumulated over time.

Ning Yuan immediately became interested.

"Where are all the things you've collected over the years?"

Hongluan honestly replied, "Aside from certain spiritual materials and blood offerings that must be handed over, most of the ancient books, secret techniques, and magical treasures have been divided up by us, the major ghost lords."

At this point, Hongluan couldn't hide the blush on her face, and lowered her head softly, saying, "I originally intended to keep those treasures together as part of my dowry when I find my ideal husband, but if Master wants them, I can give them all to you... After all, what belongs to Hongluan is Master's..."

"Oh? You even know how to prepare a dowry? It seems you've learned quite a bit from the ancient books carried by those monks."

Most of the ghosts born in the Crimson Abyss are uncivilized. Even if they are successfully awakened, they lack corresponding ethical and moral values, just like the Crimson Demon who is prone to going mad.

On the contrary, Hongluan was an exception. Her behavior and manners were elegant and she was not like a foolish spirit. She was keen to learn about the affairs of the mortal world.

"But this is something you've kept for many years, and it's not right to just give it to me like this..."

Ning Yuan sighed, then patted Hong Luan's head with approval, and the latter looked on with a look of enjoyment and fascination.

"Very well, since you're so determined, then go and fetch it for me later."