Chapter 630: Obedient

The door closed automatically behind Zhu Chuideng.

Zhu Chuideng was tall, making the door look very short. When he entered, he had a habit of lowering his head and bending over. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his hard and cold muscles. There were scars on his arms, and his wheat-colored chest could be vaguely seen through his lapels. He was a creature that depended on the land in a harsh natural environment and possessed a rough and primitive vitality.

Zhu Chuideng raised his eyes and was stunned by the men's sharp hawk-like eyes.

Ye Xiaoman had her back to him, her top piled up to her waist. She was really changing clothes as she said. He saw her vast snowy back and the thin green straps of her bra, which stretched across the snow in a thrilling manner, just like the slender branches and green leaves sprouting in spring.

Snow is like ice and jade, and green buds are vigorous vitality. It is said that the frozen ghosts in the snowy river feel not the cold but the heat of burning bones before they die. The clothes taken off by the dead can always be seen next to the frozen corpses, which is abnormal. The longer Zhu Chuideng stared at the snow, the more he suspected that he was infected by the hallucinations of the frozen ghosts.

He felt hot again.

Ye Xiaoman's first attempt at drawing a talisman was not successful, which was normal. A talisman maker would often fail three times before succeeding in drawing a new talisman. She calmly crumpled the talisman paper into a ball and threw it aside, and started to make a second attempt.

The more urgent her situation became, the calmer she became, her heartbeat becoming steadier. She didn't look back at Zhu Chuideng, her pen nibbling gracefully across the paper as she lightly teased Zhu Chuideng, "Uncle, you're about to stare a hole in my back."

Zhu Chuideng was exposed by the little girl and was speechless, his face slightly hot. He looked away uncomfortably and looked back at the closed door, not knowing whether to go out.

He lowered his head and touched the back of his head, "I'll go out first."

His spiritual consciousness wanted to open the door, but it extinguished the candle in the room.

Ye Xiaoman paused in drawing the talisman, and Zhu Chudeng immediately connected the candle with a ghost fire.

"I'm sorry." Zhu Chuideng walked out the door in embarrassment.

Ye Xiaoman smiled. The old man's innocence was not proportional to his age. He panicked and lost his way just by looking at his back.

It was no challenge for her to control him.

There was a small incident in the middle of the second talisman, but it was still drawn successfully.

Ye Xiaoman picked up the talisman paper and blew away the wet blood on it. She heard the sound of the door hinge turning behind her. "I'm fine now, uncle, come back."

Zhu Chuideng closed the door that had been opened a crack, raised his eyes and glanced, and saw that Ye Xiaoman's back was still the same.

Her careless actions could cost lives, and he didn't want to go crazy on the spot.

The veins on his bronze neck bulged slightly, and his tone was steady, like an elder expressing concern: "Put on your clothes."

He understood better than anyone else that although he acted like an elder, he no longer treated her like one, and elders would not feel uncomfortable in such an environment.

He is nothing but a decaying ghost behind the dark curtain, secretly harboring despicable greed and coveting the fresh vitality.

He didn't know where his inability to control himself came from, perhaps it came from the young man's obsession with blowing out the lamp.

The young man who built and blew out the lantern was also him.

It was all him from beginning to end.

No matter how he pretended, what was drooling in disgust was the true thought of his soul.

Zhu Chuideng suppressed the evil thoughts stirring in his heart and still maintained the upright appearance of an elder. He tried his best to communicate with Ye Xiaoman with the rationality of a master of a domain.

"Little girl, what are you doing?"

Ye Xiaoman was almost dying of laughter at Zhu Chuideng's reaction.

She felt that her clothes were like a talisman that had been blessed by a master to drive away ghosts. Without pulling up her clothes, Zhu Chuideng was like an evil ghost that was afraid of the talisman. She didn't dare to move forward and just stood by the door and wandered.

The old man's forced sanctimoniousness is really amusing. He must think that as long as he pretends to be noble, his thoughts will not be discovered by anyone.

Then he would really be finished tonight. She was very good at using the appearance of a little white rabbit to disguise herself as prey and hunt these old men who were strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

Ye Xiaoman activated the fire spell and ignited the contract talisman in her hand. The burning talisman paper was thrown into the mouth of the urn. The talisman paper burned out, the flame went out, and black ash fell on the black and white ashes.

Then use spiritual energy to mix the ashes through the urn, so that the paper ashes and the ashes can no longer be distinguished.

She did all this in front of Zhu Chuideng, without any restraint.

The sight of the man immersed in the jade made her feel no respect for him.

"Uncle Deng, I didn't do anything."

Zhu Chuideng frowned. Ye Xiaoman didn't admit it, but he knew what she was doing. She was just fooling around.

He is the lord of a domain and is responsible for maintaining stability in the six realms.

He could not be bound by Ye Xiaoman, just as he could not become Jing Zhui's slave and be controlled by Jing Zhui.

The ghost realm can provide a steady supply of war supplies. Whoever in the six realms wants to be the master of the six realms and the emperor of all ages must obtain the support of the ghost realm.

Jing Zhui understood this, so Jing Zhui has been harboring evil intentions towards the ghost world for many years. Because of this, the Ghost Lord must remain absolutely neutral.

He cannot become a lackey of the human monks, just as he cannot favor the demons' plan to destroy the world.

He couldn't understand why Ye Xiaoman wanted to contract him.

Of course, he didn't think Ye Xiaoman was a bad person. He just felt that Ye Xiaoman had been controlled by Jing Zhui for too long, and might have been infected with the evil habits of the demon clan.

Whether Ye Xiaoman wanted to enslave the Ghost Lord out of vanity or wanted to use the Ghost Lord's identity to make a profit, he could not let her do whatever she wanted.

Zhu Chuideng extended his hand to Ye Xiaoman, "Little girl, I'm here to get my ashes back."

Ye Xiaoman pulled up her clothes as he said, and he looked at her back openly.

Ye Xiaoman closed the lid on the urn and ignored it. Instead, she held the urn in her hands and shook it vigorously to mix the ashes inside. She answered the question irrelevantly.

"Uncle, Master Jing Zhui said that your habits are like those of a farmer. It's true. How could an ordinary cultivator use an urn as a pottery jar and activate a hidden formation by boiling it?"

Zhu Chuideng smiled and said, "I never thought that you, a little girl, were so naughty as to steal my family heirloom jade pendant."

His palm was still stretched forward, and he said gently, "Come back."

Ye Xiaoman said: “It’s too late, I have already burned the contract talisman.”

"It's not too late," Zhu Chuideng said, "I can save it within sixty breaths."

Shit, that works too.

Ye Xiaoman's back and neck stiffened.

Zhu Chuideng's voice was filled with an authority that could not be refused: "Be obedient."

Sixty, fifty-nine, fifty-eight...

Ye Xiaoman turned around upon hearing this, leaning her lower back against the round table in the room. She jumped up like a nimble cat, sat on the table, and swung her legs.

She said reluctantly: "Come and get it yourself."

Zhu Chuideng found that her collar was not pulled up properly, so she opened it to the left and right. This time he couldn't take his eyes off her.

Ye Xiaoman didn't seem to take Zhu Chuideng's misconduct to heart, and she complained pitifully.

"Uncle Deng, I really don't want to take your power with malicious intent, nor do I want to get a piece of the pie just because I think the Ghost Realm's mineral resources are rich."