Arthis sneered, "Your harem can only be filled with girls like Ba, Bing, or Ying. But … can't you ask me for my opinion?
You want to include a female ghost that barely catches your eye? I've been by your side for months now, and yet you've turned a blind eye to my performance! "
Qin Ye was infuriated, and he cupped his hands respectfully, "Fine … Then, esteemed Lady Arakshasa, would you be willing to join the harem of the new King Yanluo of Hell?
You'll be provided with a car, a nanny, and even a five-square-kilometer plot of land to be shared property after marriage … "
"Scram." Arthis interjected haughtily before he could even finish speaking.
One of the wings of the paper crane was still pointing straight at the door.
That's right.
That's the feeling. It feels so good ~ ~
That's the script.
Qin Ye's features contorted somewhat, "Speaking of which … if you're not willing, then why did you insist on asking me this question?!"
The paper crane licked her wings lazily, "You don't understand. This is a war between women."
Hah … women …
"Excuse me." Just then, a voice that sounded like a silver bell rang out, "Are you … an Emissary of Hell?"
Both men turned around in unison, only to realize that the Yin spirit had already awakened.
She bowed slightly, swayed her golden lotus, and slowly walked over to Qin Ye with a comforting smile on her face, "I died during the Republic of China. What era is it now?"
"It's now …" Qin Ye was just about to respond when his expression suddenly froze.
Like a robot, he glanced downwards, only to realize that the indescribable area between the thighs and the waist was actually covered by a hand!
It was a pale, pale hand of a Yin spirit.
Holy shit … this … this opening … is really … something I never would have thought of …
The Yin spirit touched her hand and froze for a moment. Then, she glanced at Qin Ye, and then looked at her own hand, before smiling sweetly, "Truly … I couldn't tell … Little brother, you've got a lot of assets …"
"That's why I've long since smelled the scent of a vixen on her …" Arthis chuckled coldly.
Qin Ye felt as though he had been pricked by a needle. It wasn't because he was shy. After all, the word 'shy' was far too foreign to him.
Rather, it was cold …
It was really cold … Little Qin, who was supposed to be aggressive at this time, was frozen by this ghostly hand and instantly shrunk into a ball.
Why … Why are all the men around me more handsome than the other? Whether it's the little puppy Classmate Xiao Wang or the big dumb Comrade Lin Han … Why aren't there any normal women around me?
If it wasn't Arthis with her tongue hanging all the way to the ground, then it was the Republic of China girl who would freeze into a popsicle no matter what happened …
If this goes on, I won't be able to control myself and open another door …
There was a moment of silence in the room.
The female ghost looked at her own illusory hands playfully, almost as though she were trying to feel the warmth of her hands. Then, she glanced at Qin Ye coquettishly with her amorous eyes.
It had been far too long since Qin Ye had seen such an open and open woman. His life in the mortal realm could be said to be arduous and simple. Coupled with the fact that he had worked hard to conceal his existence … In short, this was the first time that he had experienced such a passionate yet bone-chilling encounter.
It was a little awkward …
For a moment, the man and the ghost were speechless.
"Then … what should I do now?" He coughed and asked.
"Ask her about her background." Arthis responded lazily.
Just as they were speaking, the female ghost suddenly looked up and stared at the paper crane with disbelief. Then, her entire body trembled, and she knelt down with a thud.
"Heavenly Official, please forgive me for my ignorance. I really didn't know that there was a lord here. Please forgive me for my earlier loss of composure."
Qin Ye glared at her as though he had just seen a dog - What do you mean by this?
Are you saying that you can take liberties with me just because I'm such a huge lump of flesh?
I'm warning you, don't treat a Soul Hunter as an incompetent official!
"Mm."
Arthis responded casually as she waved her wings at Qin Ye. The meaning behind her words was clear - Go ahead and ask her?
Don't tell me you're waiting for me to ask her personally?
Can't the village chief at least have some self-awareness?
I'll endure it … Qin Ye drew a deep breath and took two steps forward. Then, he coughed lightly and cupped his fists respectfully, "Madam …"
"Motherf * cker!!"
Arthis flapped her wings as she exclaimed in exasperation, "Hah … man, scram to the side!"
Qin Ye immediately rolled over to her side.
You can't blame me for this … I was born and raised under the red flag of Cathay … Shouldn't we be more cultured?
T-this is the natural reaction of an archmage when he sees a top-notch beauty …
Arthis' tiny figure flew through the air, while the female ghost trembled uncontrollably and didn't even dare to lift her head.
Seconds later, Arthis spoke condescendingly, "You seem to have met other Emissaries of Hell.
That's fine. I won't have to waste my breath on you any longer. Explain yourself. "
"Yes … my name is Su Dongxue. I was born in November 1930. When I was alive …" She bit her lips softly, "I was a singer in a brothel …"
"Make yourself clear." Arthis responded impatiently, "What brothel?
Is it a clear chant, or a tearoom, or a private place?
A private place?
Or … "
She smiled contentedly and glanced at him, "Secret service?"
Su Dongxue lowered her head even further. She hesitated for several seconds before responding softly, "... Private place."
Arthis looked at Qin Ye with a 'do you understand?' expression, almost as though her entire body were brimming with the aura of nobility.
"... What's that?" Qin Ye didn't disappoint.
Arthis responded gracefully, "A brothel isn't the same as a brothel. First-class brothels are known as the Clear Chant Troupe. They only sell their skills and not their bodies.
Most of them are courtyards or bungalows. Their furnishings are exquisite, and they're comparable to the rich and powerful. "
"Second-class brothels are slightly inferior, but they're still relatively high-class. They're known as tearooms.
Most of them don't sell their bodies.
Third-class brothels are known as private places, and they're slightly simpler than tearooms.
But once you're here … "She continued meaningfully," Then you're left with no choice … What's wrong with you? "
Qin Ye clutched at his heart with a pained expression on his face, "It's nothing … please continue …"
Su Dongxue's beauty was akin to that of a goddess in the entertainment industry. And it was a natural one at that.
It would be a lie if he didn't fantasize about her. But now, she was telling him that she was already a goddess who could sleep with thousands of men …
How stifling!
Haha … You want to play with me?
Arthis glanced at Qin Ye - I know how to deal with an archmage like you with a single glance.
Over time, there will be far more beauties in Hell than in the mortal realm. As the future King Yanluo of Hell, if you can't control your belt …
Many years later, Qin Ye would sit on the throne of King Yanluo of Hell, and a group of concubines would bow gracefully to him, "Good luck, King Yanluo."
He turned around, only to see a woman dressed in luxurious clothes lifting up her gold-plated armor, "Sisters, although we're as close as brothers now, we'll still have to give birth to the heir of the King Yanluo of Hell. Only then will we be able to continue our blessings, and Fengdu Necropolis will continue to enjoy eternal peace.
It's Sister Ba 'er's first time here today, so why don't you stay in the Yanxi Palace? "
Fengdu Necropolis - Do you want to know more about the Empress Dowager?
No … I have to nip this in the bud. This archmage is already showing signs of losing control of his belt … Arthis cleared her throat and continued, "Fourth-class brothels aren't that far off. They're meant for the working class, and are known as prostitutes or lowly servants.
As for the underworld … "
She smiled faintly, "Underworld prostitutes."
Since the veil of the goddess had already been lifted, she didn't mind revealing it a little more thoroughly, "Then how did you die?
Why is there a Great Intergenerational Heredity? "
Qin Ye glanced at Su Dongxue expectantly. He was expecting to hear a poignant love story.
A gifted scholar and a beautiful woman who couldn't redeem herself, and was forced to commit suicide … and then turned into a ghost after death.
It wasn't because he was a little egotistical, but rather, it was because this was the first time he was seeing a normal Yin spirit apart from himself and Arthis. Furthermore, it was a female Yin spirit that he could fantasize about … and perhaps even touch. Understanding the future structure of Fengdu Necropolis … is that part of his duties … right?
Whether it was a man who saw a stunning beauty, or a woman who saw a handsome man, it would be a lie to say that he didn't lust after her.
"Your Excellency, my mother forbade me to entertain guests.
I broke the rules and got pregnant by accident, and I was beaten to death by someone wearing cat pants. "Unfortunately, the response he received was like a bolt out of the blue.
Qin Ye felt as though his worldview was collapsing. The corners of his lips twitched as he asked, "Is there some kind of difficulty?
For instance … do you actually have a lover, and you're thinking of running away with him, but your mother forbade you from entertaining guests if she finds out … or something like that? "
Su Dongxue glanced at Qin Ye in astonishment. Although her gaze was subtle, Qin Ye could clearly sense that she was giving him a look that said, "Why are you so dramatic?"
"No … it's exactly what I mean."
Perhaps it was because she had made things clear, but Su Dongxue no longer pretended to be reserved. She gently kowtowed to Qin Ye, "I'm in good health. It's not a problem for me to do it four or five times a night.
But because of this, I've snatched away the rice bowls of my other sisters. My mother isn't too happy about it. "
Qin Ye gazed at the sky. This is the script of life … It's always going to go awry …
Arthis asked curiously, "What's there to be unhappy about?
Haven't you earned the same amount of money as well? "
Su Dongxue curled her lips slightly, "... Your Excellency … I often forget to collect money when I'm in a good mood …"
How 'happy' do you have to be for you to forget the content of your profession … Can't you be a little more professional?!
Qin Ye felt his heart clench in pain, and he waved his hands weakly, "Stop, stop … I understand. Arti, you don't have to ask anymore. Just tell me, where are you going to dump her?
We can't possibly bring her along with us, can we? "
Having a silicone doll by my side is already worrying enough. I can't let anything strange happen to me right now.
"Why do we have to bring her along?" Arthis was taken aback, "Do you think that the ancestral spirit of the Great Intergenerational Heredity is just that?
It possesses a terrifying talent.
It's called mimicry. "
"Mimicry?" Qin Ye frowned.
Arthis retracted her smile and explained, "That's right. Yin spirits don't have a physical body to begin with. When the Great Intergenerational Heredity is activated, the host's body is already akin to a chaotic mix of Yin and Yang energy. Since it doesn't have a physical body, it can also transform into any form. You've probably heard of this saying before."
Qin Ye nodded in understanding.
"They can imitate any living creature that they've ever seen before, even Emissaries of Hell.
Furthermore, the terrifying thing about mimicry lies in the fact that it can imitate not only your physical appearance, but even your Emissary's aura and cultivation base.
Naturally, it can't possibly be as strong as the original. It can only mimic half of the original, but that's more than enough. "
Qin Ye pondered for a few seconds, before finally responding, "Li Cheng was able to block my saber strike because of mimicry?"
"That's right. So, where do you think is the best place for her to go?
Why would she need the support of a powerful Emissary of Hell? "