"Ha ha ha ha……"

A woman's laughter rang out, so loud it hurt everyone's eardrums.

Lu Qing frowned deeply and shouted sternly:

Stop laughing!

At the same time, she stomped her foot on the ground, and suddenly her whole body was filled with golden light, dispelling the approaching chill.

Gu Xicheng and Jueming felt warmer when they got closer to Lu Qing.

"This is the evil spirit that has done evil!" Jueming glared angrily at the dark doorway ahead:

Where is my master?

"Your master? You mean that handsome monk?"

"Hehehe! He's enjoying himself in my arms right now, little master, would you like to have some fun too?"

The female ghost's laughter lingered in his ears, and Jueming's pupils suddenly dilated.

A sensual scene appeared before his eyes: several graceful women swayed their slender waists as they approached him.

A sweet fragrance wafted over, and the woman's charming smile magnified in my eyes.

Her soft, fragrant hands gently caressed his chest, igniting a wicked fire of desire.

Jueming was so frightened that he quickly put his hands together in prayer and kept chanting Amitabha Buddha.

"I am a monk, I cannot break the precepts! Amitabha, Amitabha..."

Jueming kept his eyes tightly closed, but the more he tried to restrain himself, the clearer the woman's laughter became, and the sweeter the fragrance lingering around his nose grew.

Gradually, the sound of Amitabha Buddha grew fainter and fainter.

He opened his dazed eyes and saw a beautiful young woman reaching out her hand to him:

"Come here! Little master, come here!"

Jueming couldn't help but reach out his hand.

However, just as he was about to follow the woman away, a sharp shout rang out:

"Jueming, wake up!"

At the same time, a sharp pain shot through my face.

Jueming snapped back to his senses, and by the time he realized what was happening, he was already standing at the front door.

The inside was pitch black, like a bottomless pit.

After realizing what had happened, he felt a chill run down his spine and took several steps back.

"I...I just..."

Lu Qing: "You were almost bewitched by the female ghost and fell into her trap."

Jueming quickly put his hands together in prayer and kept chanting Amitabha Buddha.

Lu Qing stared at the pitch-black interior, his brows furrowing slightly.

"You all go out first, I'll go in and talk to her!"

Gu Xicheng's eyes were full of worry, but he did not stop him; he only gave him some instructions:

"Be careful, I'll wait for you outside."

After saying that, he pulled Jueming away from the abandoned house.

After they left, Lu Qing slowly lifted herself into the doorway, and darkness instantly swallowed her up.

After a moment of dizziness, Lu Qing felt a light in front of her, and when she opened her eyes, she found herself as if she had entered another world.

The women here all wear form-fitting cheongsams, have permed hair in the style popular during the Republic of China era, and wear bright red lipstick.

The men were dressed either in long robes and mandarin jackets or in Zhongshan suits.

The place was extremely lively, with the sounds of men and women flirting and laughing all around. Clearly, this was a brothel from that era.

Lu Qing quickly realized that this was an illusion!

At this moment, a middle-aged woman, older than average, wearing a large red flower in her hair, passed by her and went straight to the second floor:

"Xiaodie, aren't you ready yet? Young Master Wang has already arrived!"

The madam went upstairs and frantically knocked on the door of a room.

A red plaque hung at the door of the room, and the woman called Xiaodie was the most popular courtesan in this brothel.

No matter how much the madam knocked on the door, the person inside didn't answer.

The madam lost her patience and ordered her thugs to break down the door.

Xiaodie was terrified and said with tears in her eyes:

"Mother, I beg you, Young Master Zhao will come to redeem me soon. I promised him I would never take customers again!"

"Pah!"

The madam, hands on her hips, spat fiercely:

"You shameless slut, still dreaming of being a young mistress!"

"Let me tell you the truth, just yesterday, Young Master Zhao married the Commander's eldest daughter. Not only is she beautiful, but she's also very virgin. Do you think Young Master Zhao would even look at you?"

Upon hearing this, Xiaodie turned pale and shook her head in disbelief:

"Impossible! Young Master Zhao said he would come to redeem me, and he said he only loves me!"

The madam sneered:

"Xiaodie, you've been here for quite a while now, how can you still believe men's lies!"

"No way! He wouldn't lie to me! I'm going to find him!"

Xiaodie shoved the madam aside and tried to rush out, but was grabbed back by the thugs.

The madam grabbed her hair and slapped her hard across the face:

"You little bitch, you dare push me!"

"Guards, strip her naked and send her to Young Master Wang's bed. Put on plenty of makeup and make her look pretty so Young Master Wang can have some fun!"

The madam handed Xiaodie over to the thugs, and soon after, she was cleaned up and sent to another room.

The screams continued for hours, but no one noticed amidst the even louder laughter.

Even if someone notices, they won't care. This is a brothel; women are just tools for entertainment. Who cares about the life or death of a tool?

Xiaodie didn't get to see her Mr. Zhao; instead, she fell seriously ill.

Women in brothels are most susceptible to illness, and once they fall ill, even the most beautiful courtesan can be discarded at any time.

After squeezing every last bit of value out of Xiaodie, the madam left her outside to die.

In the midst of heavy winter snow, passersby would merely sigh and walk away upon seeing her.

Xiaodie died quickly, and her body was dragged to a mass grave and hastily buried with a straw mat.

Women who died in brothels were left here. As spring turned to autumn, their bones were buried by the wind and sand, and the place was gradually leveled.

The wronged souls of these women had nowhere to go but to remain here.

As time went by, the mass graves were developed, and people built houses on them, burying the remains beneath them.

People moved into the house, then left, and the house was abandoned, becoming a refuge for the lonely souls of these poor women.

Over the course of a century, Xiaodie's resentment has not dissipated but has instead grown stronger.

Until recently, a typhoon destroyed most of the abandoned house, exposing several skeletons that absorbed the essence of the sun and moon and eventually became the White Bone Demon.

The little butterfly, betrayed by a man, dwells here. At night, she uses the moonlight to lure men here to kill them and drain their life force.

Lu Qing watched Xiao Die's tragic life unfold in the illusion.

She waved her hand gently, and the illusion vanished.

She was still in the dilapidated house, but the house was drafty and on the verge of collapse.

Inside the room, a monk sat cross-legged, motionless, whether in meditation or asleep.

Lu Qing walked over and realized that the monk was not old at all; he looked to be at most in his thirties.

"Are you Abbot Huiyi?" Lu Qing asked uncertainly.

The monk opened his eyes and was somewhat surprised to see Lu Qing:

"A girl? Why would these female ghosts have led a girl here?"

Lu Qing: "I came here myself! Are you Abbot Huiyi?"

The monk nodded slightly: "That's right! This humble monk is indeed Huiyi. How do you recognize me?"

“My name is Lu Qing. I am a disciple of the Xuanmen sect. Master Jueming asked me to come and find you.”

“Master Huiyi, get up, I’ll take you away from here!” Lu Qing said.

Huiyi sighed and shook her head:

"I'm sorry, young benefactor, this humble monk cannot leave with you!"