Night in the city, full of strange lights.
From the perspective of the soul, the bustling city now has many ruins and ancient buildings, some well-preserved, others in disrepair, blending with modern structures, overlapping or adjacent.
Ghosts not only see but can also touch and inhabit these structures. Like humans, various ghost forces inhabit the streets with distinctions of wealth and power.
Humans can only see the beautiful city, unaware of the myriad of strange entities within.
Some rooms are even gathering places for hundreds of ghosts.
Accompanied by Qingya, Yan Yuchen patrols the streets, observing the additional buildings in his vision, filled with excitement to explore the unknown world.
"Hey, Master, it seems like your scent is in there."
Qingya stops at a window, sniffing the scent inside, looking surprised.
Yan Yuchen, taken aback, floats over and sees Yuan Xiaofen sleeping on the bed in a short skirt.
"Tsk tsk, such white legs..."
Qingya drools with amazement.
Yan Yuchen gives it a slap on the head, scolding, "Want to go in and take a look?"
Qingya covers its head, interpreting Yan Yuchen's expression and recalling the scent, suddenly enlightened. With an ambiguous smile, it says, "This servant is wrong, this servant is wrong. Master indeed has high standards. In this servant's eyes, this girl is truly the world's most beautiful, incomparable..."
Yan Yuchen slaps its head again, remarking, "The world's most beautiful is my little sister. Qingya, your taste is really bad."
Qingya can only force a laugh, nodding in agreement, secretly wondering if the Master prefers...
At dawn, as Yan Yuchen is about to return home, a group of ghosts suddenly rushes toward them, making a lot of noise.
Among the group of ghosts, one bald-headed creature points at Yan Yuchen and Qingya, angrily saying, "Brother Wei, it's them! These two punks dared to spoil my good fortune, beat me up, and humiliated me. Brother Wei, you must do justice for me."
Qingya nervously approaches Yan Yuchen, whispering, "Master, that guy is the evil spirit who possessed the drunk man earlier. I didn't expect this scoundrel to seek help."
A rugged black ghost steps forward from the group, squints at Yan Yuchen and Qingya, then beckons with his finger, appearing like a master ordering servants. "Come over, kneel down, give my brother two kowtows. Lift your ass to let us brothers have some fun, and we'll let this matter slide."
The bald-headed ghost grins maliciously, looking at Yan Yuchen. "Kid, you look tender. Probably still a virgin. Don't worry; Brother Wei here is very gentle. We guarantee to make you feel really good. Hahaha..."
"Hahaha..."
The ghosts around burst into lecherous laughter.
Feeling a sudden tightening in the rear, Qingya panics, hands clamped over his buttocks, and cries, "Master, save me... I have hemorrhoids, sob..."
"..."
Yan Yuchen wears an expression of speechlessness. Ghosts getting hemorrhoids?
"Hey, Brother Wei is talking to you. Are you deaf? Or do you want us to come over and invite you?"
The bald-headed ghost approaches, shouting with arrogance.
Yan Yuchen pretends and says, "Big brother, we were wrong. We shouldn't have hit you. Please spare our lives. We won't hit you again."
Hearing this, the bald-headed ghost sneers, becomes even bolder, and walks up directly. Hands on hips, he says, "Scared now? Too bad. Now your only way out is to kneel down, present your buttocks, let us enjoy ourselves. Otherwise, hehe, we'll make your souls scatter!"
As he finishes speaking, a bright light suddenly flashes, and a cold hand grabs his neck.
Yan Yuchen, holding his neck, says with a tragic expression, "Rather be shattered than unbroken! Baldie, sorry about this... Qingya, come over, pick its posterior and let our friend enjoy."
The bald-headed ghost is terrified, calling for help, "Brother Wei! Help! Brothers, come and kill these two punks!"
The one called Brother Wei hesitates, suspiciously eyeing Yan Yuchen. That glimmer just now seemed to be the skill of a cultivator, could this kid be more than just an ordinary ghost?
"Brother Wei, something's off about this kid."
A gray-haired old ghost quietly warns him.
The black ghost nods, his expression turning somewhat unpleasant.
"Brother Wei, make your move quickly..."
The bald-headed ghost cries out with a trembling voice.
Seeing the group of ghosts stunned by Yan Yuchen, Qingya is overjoyed. He grins and goes behind the bald-headed ghost, using two fingers to stab fiercely at the ghost's buttocks.
"Ah—"
A earth-shattering scream suddenly echoes in the dark night. The bald-headed ghost's face contorts strangely, his buttocks clenching, and his whole body convulsing in pain. His eyes bulge, and his mouth, wide open, struggles to close, clearly in extreme agony.
The surrounding ghosts turn pale, horrified by the scene.
Brother Wei, the black ghost, starts trembling in his legs.
The bald-headed ghost maintains its twisted expression, seemingly frozen in place. Truly, it appears to be enjoying an experience beyond words.
Qingya's fingers haven't been pulled out yet. He intentionally waits for a moment before forcefully thrusting them in again, like an electric drill, viciously delving inside!
"Ah—ah, ah, ah, ah..."
The expression on the bald-headed ghost becomes even more twisted and terrifying. Its high-pitched screams carry an almost god-like pitch, and its body violently shivers, eyes rolling back, eventually passing out from the intense pain.
Yan Yuchen, seeing its pitiful state, flicks his hand, tossing it aside. Then, clenching both fists with radiant light, he shouts at the retreating black ghost, "Brother Wei, come over here. Your little brother's hands are a bit itchy, and he wants to use his fists to burst your buttocks."
"..."
Brother Wei stares at Yan Yuchen's fist, his legs trembling in terror.
"Swoosh!" Suddenly, Brother Wei successfully displays a smoke-dissolving technique that he couldn't master even after decades of practice. In the blink of an eye, he vanishes without a trace.
"Let's go, let's go!"
Seeing their leader run away, the other ghosts don't dare to linger. Shouting in panic, they scatter like frightened animals.
Qingya laughs heartily, struts around showing off his might, and shouts, "Come on, don't run away. Let me make you feel really good, baby!"
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Ghosts can also get hemorrhoid!😯
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