Extra Chapter: My First Meeting with Little Shen Laoye (5)
"yes!"
The ghost messengers' responses shook the dust on the beams and made them fall down.
As he dragged Shen Qingze out, he caught a glimpse of Bai Wuchang standing frozen in place.
His tongue drooped to his chest, and the shock in his pupils seemed to burst his pale face.
Bai Wuchang's gaze moved back and forth between the golden light on his wrist and the throne; even the temples exposed from under the brim of his hat were trembling.
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Passing through three carved archways, the chilly air was gradually replaced by warm fragrance.
The corridor is entwined with lavender netherworld vines.
The edges of the petals glowed fluorescently, and they fell down when the wind blew, forming a thin layer on the bluestone slabs.
The colored glass lamps hanging on the pillars were burning candles made from corpse oil.
The plaque of "Wangyou Garden" was illuminated with a warm yellow.
Several female ghosts in aquamarine costumes were trimming flower branches with silver scissors. When they saw them coming, they immediately bowed and saluted.
The red spider lily embroidered on the cuffs glowed an eerie red under the candlelight.
"Wash it clean, don't pollute the eyes of the God."
The leader, Rong Mama, had her hands on her hips. The tip of the golden hairpin in her hair was shining coldly, and her tone was colder than the stone pavement in the corridor.
"Forget-me-not has been added to this bath, so don't try to play tricks on me."
Shen Qing was pushed into the bathtub embedded in the white jade platform.
The warm water flowed over his chest, and the floating petals of the netherworld gently swirled around his collarbone.
When the maids' silk handkerchiefs brushed across my back, they brought with them the scent of orchid ointment.
The moment the silk bathrobe slid onto his skin, he shuddered.
This material is smoother than the finest brocade in the world, and the lotus pattern embroidered on the collar is finely stitched.
This shouldn't be worn by a "ghost slave"...right...
"When you see the god later, stand like a daffodil."
Rong Mama used a silver comb to tie up his hair, and the teeth of the comb scraped his scalp, causing a slight itch.
"Keep your eyes down and speak softly. If you startle me, you'll be in trouble!"
Shen Qing looked at his reflection in the bronze mirror.
The pearl flowers pinned on her temples glowed softly, making her look like a male concubine waiting to be summoned.
The lines from the palace fighting dramas about "washing up and preparing for the night" suddenly rang in my ears.
He was not a pedantic straight man, and he knew a little bit about the tricks in palace fighting dramas. He felt more and more uneasy.
What on earth did this god want to do by cleaning him so clean? !
Rong Mama suddenly turned around and picked up a silver lotus object from the gilded tray.
The edges of the petals were polished very smoothly, and glowed warmly under the candlelight.
"this……"
She scraped her nails lightly on the lotus base and smiled like a cat stealing fish.
"I have to put it on you."
Shen Qingze violently pushed open the screen, and the celadon vase on the antique shelf fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.
"W-What are you doing with this?"
He retreated to the corner, looking at the approaching silver lotus, his throat tightened.
This object looks exquisite, but the opening and closing of the petals are weird no matter how you look at them.
"To dress you more presentably, of course."
The candlelight stretched Rong Mama's shadow long, like a bat with its wings spread.
"The Lord loves cleanliness, especially... these details."
The petals of the Netherworld Vine were still falling, staining Shen Qingze's bathrobe.
He stared at the silver lotus that was getting closer and closer, and suddenly felt that the warm fragrance of the Forget-Sorrow Garden contained something more terrifying than the ghost fire in the lobby...
This underworld was indeed even more cruel than he had imagined!
They are all perverts!!
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When the cold water brushed over his ankles, Shen Qingze's toes suddenly curled up.
The maids stretched the silk tunic like a taut bow, making the ribs throb.
He wanted to curl his fingers, but the hemp rope tied behind his back suddenly tightened.
The rough fibers made the skin on my wrist hot, and the blood that seeped out soaked into the white silk, like a red plum blossom that was about to bloom.
The ghost aunt held his chin and looked at him from side to side.
The moment the silver earring was forcibly pressed into the ear hole, Shen Qing's eyes turned red from the pain, and the corner of his eyes hit the bronze mirror——
The broken beads from her temples hung down on the sides of her neck, and her collar was pulled open to the third button.
It looked more like a tied lamb, even its struggle revealed a sense of tameness.
"Behave yourself~"
The ghost aunt's nails scraped across his Adam's apple, and her tone was as gentle as ice.
"You are the first one to enter the Lord's bedroom~"
Shen Qing was pushed to his knees, the dull sound of his knees hitting the gold bricks mixed with his suppressed gasps.
The cold air penetrated into his bones through the fabric. He looked up and looked around.
The gilded candlesticks were burning with a faint blue flame, illuminating the scales of the black dragon reliefs on the beams and pillars.
Those dragon eyes were inlaid with pigeon blood rubies, and they were staring at him quietly at this moment, like countless pairs of prying eyes.
The air was filled with ambergris and a faint smell of blood, forming an airtight net.
Shen Qingze suddenly felt his throat tighten——
This is not a bedroom, it's clearly a gilded cage!
The hemp rope behind me was suddenly pulled tighter.
He was forced to arch his back, and his lower back hit something hard.
When he looked down, he saw it was a copper stove, and the ashes fell on his shoulders.
Maids hurried past with copper basins, the steam smelling of sulfur.
What was floating in the wooden barrel was not ordinary petals, but some dark red scales.
Shen Qingze's Adam's apple rolled violently, and the heat on the back of his neck suddenly turned into an itch like an ant biting -
The drug that the ghost aunt had injected into my body began to work, and my limbs felt like they were immersed in boiling water, and even my mind was swollen.
He stared at the shoes crisscrossing on the ground, and suddenly realized the malice hidden in the sound of boiling water.
The skin on my lower lip was broken by my teeth, and the fishy and sweet taste spread on the tip of my tongue.
This bunch of damn perverts!!
As the sound of boots rolling over the jade floor came closer and closer, Shen Qingze's hairs stood up like needles.
That evil aura was so familiar, like thousands of icicles hanging over my head.
Even the blue candle flame was half a head shorter, casting a distorted shadow on the wall.
The ghost aunt instantly suppressed all her expressions and stood in a row with her maids against the wall.
When she lowered her head, the slight sound of the silver ornaments on her temples colliding against each other was so trembling that it seemed as if the roof of the temple would collapse at any time.
When Shen Qingze's gaze met those golden eyes, his heart seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand.
The dark patterns on the ghost master's black robe flowed with his steps.
When the gilded dragon's tail swept across the threshold, the air in the hall suddenly froze, and even the incense ashes stopped in mid-air.
The gaze swept across his bleeding wrist, passed through the corners of his eyes that were filled with water, and finally landed on his waist that was tied up by the rope.
Shen Qing suddenly lowered her head, and the pearl on the back of her neck swayed slightly with the movement.
The crisp sound of the collision against my collarbone was mixed with my heartbeat that was about to break my ribs.
The water in the bathtub made a splashing sound, and Shen Qing's knees gradually lost feeling.
The cold air from the floor tiles climbed up through the fabric of his clothes. He counted the number of times the candle flame flickered.
When I counted to the thirty-seventh time, the footsteps stopped behind me.
The ghost aunt's voice was as low as a whisper, her breath was weak but full of ruthlessness.
"Remember, you can only breathe when your Majesty lets you. If you lose a hair, I will peel off your skin and use it as a lampshade."
The moment the door was closed, Shen Qing heard the sound of his teeth chattering.
A bunch of psychos!!
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