Chapter 16

The soft and delicate touch felt in his hands was like touching the most exquisite and gentle jade in the world. Giving such a beauty a back massage was itself a form of enjoyment.

Xing's broad and slender palms swept over the jade back, his eyes boldly examining the City God's Consort, Shifei Xue. One hand gently plucked, as if playing a lute, while the other hand turned and struck, like beating a drum. He fully exerted his massage techniques, applying the right pressure without the slightest error!

"Mmm... Mmm..."

Shifei Xue lay on the sofa, lazily stretching her sensual body, her beautiful eyes half-closed as she enjoyed Xing's superb massage skills. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her cherry-red lips emitted a soft and melodious moan. Just hearing her gentle, comfortable moans made the ghost's blood boil, his youth stirring, unable to control himself.

However, Xing held his breath and focused, though his body honestly reacted, his mind and spirit remained as clear as a mirror, untainted. In his previous life, he had worked as a hitman and faced countless temptations, which had tempered his iron-willed heart. He neither liked to provoke beautiful women nor feared them.

Shifei Xue was truly a born beauty, and he needed to get rid of her quickly.

Xing's eyes darted around, and a mischievous idea popped into his head. He actually wanted to get rid of this beautiful consort.

How could Shifei Xue know that her most proud asset, her body, which she sacrificed, could not move the heart of a little ghost.

"Would you like a front massage?" Xing asked softly, his magnetic voice echoing in the dimly lit room, a hint of intimacy gradually growing.

"Mmm..." Shifei Xue moaned in comfort, her eyelashes trembling a few times, her beautiful eyes opening lazily. "Your technique is quite good, the massage is very comfortable..."

As she spoke, Shifei Xue moved slightly, finding her whole body completely relaxed, not wanting to move at all. "I'm too lazy to move... just massage my back well..."

Her soft and gentle voice carried a hint of stickiness, making one feel boneless and weak just by hearing it.

A born beauty, she didn't act coquettishly at all, even her voice was so alluring.

"Alright." Xing replied simply, Shifei Xue's answer was as expected. However, seeing her lazy appearance, a mischievous idea arose in Xing's mind. He extended his hands, gently placing them on Shifei Xue's plump buttocks, and began to rub them slightly.

Instantly, a weak electric current spread through her body, making her feel both numb and tingling. A flush of red appeared on Shifei Xue's beautiful face.

"Mmm... Ah..."

The sudden, wonderful sensation caught Shifei Xue off guard, and she let out a high-pitched moan. She immediately propped herself up halfway, turned her head, and glared at Xing angrily, "You!"

"Massage!" Xing immediately raised his hands, waving them in front of Shifei Xue, and said innocently, "Is it my fault that you feel good?"

Shifei Xue was speechless. She had let Xing massage her while naked, touching her buttocks was inevitable. Moreover, Xing was right; his massage was indeed very comfortable.

"Is this your first time coming for a massage?" Xing asked seriously, "Feeling depressed, wanting to relieve it. Actually, you don't need to undress completely for a massage, you could also find a female masseuse. Are you trying to get back at the City God?"

"Could it be... the City God is having an affair?" Xing asked with a gossipy look.

Shifei Xue was taken aback, shook her head, and then burst into tears, her eyes brimming with sorrow.

"Don't cry." Xing was suddenly at a loss, not a good person nor a bad one, but he couldn't bear to see a woman cry.

"The City God's status is so high, having multiple wives is normal, how can it be considered an affair?" Shifei Xue sobbed, her big eyes still shedding tears, looking pitiful and resentful, "Men are no good."

Xing was about to hug her but froze, unsure whether to move forward or back.

Shifei Xue's tears disrupted his composure, and like any other man, he stared dumbly at the beautiful scene before him.

Her slender waist, like a willow, bent gracefully, forming a perfect golden ratio.

Her lower body was a round and firm buttock, plump thighs, and smooth, tight calves, tightly pressed against the sofa.

Her upper body propped up, her arms crystal clear, like tender lotus roots. Her face was exquisitely beautiful and alluring, with a touch of innocence amidst the tears. From a certain angle, her beautiful eyes seemed to glare resentfully, with a hint of playfulness. Her chin was smooth and delicate, her neck and shoulders like porcelain, and the pair of jade breasts, due to their hanging, appeared even more magnificent, forming a cute and tempting shape.

Xing's nose tingled, and two streams of warm blood flowed down.

"Ah!"

Shifei Xue suddenly covered her chest, screamed, and lay on the sofa. Xing hurriedly fled from the No. 1 room.

"Good thing I had the foresight to make the room soundproof..." Xing leaned against the wall, breathing heavily with lingering fear.

On the sofa, the mature and beautiful Shifei Xue panted slightly, her face flushed like a young girl, a hint of joy in her eyes. She blinked, and the image of Xing's panicked escape flashed in her mind, making her giggle.

"What kind of little ghost is he, really interesting..." Shifei Xue flipped over on the sofa, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, curious.

A few more days passed quietly. Shifei Xue left after a change of clothes, leaving a generous tip. Xing didn't even know when she left.

The boss, slightly gossipy, asked Xing, but he kept his mouth shut, saying nothing.

"You say nothing happened, then why did she leave such a generous tip for you!" the boss pressed.

"Need I say more? Of course, it's because of my skills. Otherwise, how could I be the head masseur?" Xing shrugged, not revealing a single word.

Xing was too slippery, and the boss not only got nothing out of him but almost revealed some of his own past scandals, so he left with a black face.

Time passed quietly. Xing sat on a stool in front of the bathhouse sign, idly looking at the sky, his mind involuntarily recalling the alluring body and beautiful face.

Xing quickly shook his head, dispelling the scene from his mind, and muttered, "It seems Shifei Xue and the City God have reconciled, and she won't come to the bathhouse to find a ghost for a massage. That's good, but... why am I disappointed!"

"Master!"

The curtain was lifted, and a slick little ghost poked his head out, his eyes darting around, and he said with a grin, "Master, a female customer has specifically requested you. She seems to be quite important."

Xing rolled his eyes and said irritably, "Old rules, don't bother me!"

"Yes, Master!" The slick little ghost's face lit up, and he quickly called out, immediately retreating into the bathhouse to impersonate Xing and massage the female customer.

"Really..." Xing pouted, crossing his legs and gazing at the sky.

In the past few days, several female customers had claimed to be important and specifically requested Xing for a massage, but all were dismissed by Xing. He knew that Shifei Xue wouldn't come back, and truly important ghosts wouldn't stay in such a "simple" bathhouse.

"The boss is really relaxed, taking his wife and daughter to Fengdu to buy clothes, leaving me to watch the shop." Bored, Xing complained softly.

At that moment, a flash of inspiration struck him, and his relaxed body immediately tensed.

"Should I buy some clothes and prepare to change jobs? Although being the head masseur in the bathhouse is carefree, it's not what I aspire to."

Xing's eyes shone, recalling the scene when he first arrived in the underworld, the vast, dark sky covered by a mysterious net, and he learned for the first time that souls were fished out from the San途 River.

The ghost willow branches, green and dripping, shimmering with divine light, like chains, swung sharply, cutting through the wind to lift the "fish" that had escaped from the San途 River. He learned for the first time that there were truly plants that had become spirits.

There were also the ferocious little ghosts and night-forks, the flag-waving ghost officials, the fourth-rank ghost official Song Jing holding a jade tablet, the iron mountain spanning the sky, the ox-headed ghost general standing on the wall of the ghost gate, the yellow spring road like a paddy field, and the glass sky with dragons dancing...

All these grand scenes were more attractive to Xing than the most beautiful women. They were bizarre and mysterious, full of unknowns to explore; the ghost world, where the strong prey on the weak, and he wanted to grasp all the power and authority in his hands!

Xing's lazy expression suddenly vanished, his fists clenched, and he looked forward with determination.

"Little Towel." Xing called a apprentice, his tone serious, "Watch the bathhouse, I'm going to the city."

"Sure, Master, leave it to me." Little Towel, seeing Xing's serious expression, straightened his face and answered firmly.

"Good!" Xing patted Little Towel's shoulder, nodded, and after giving him a moment to imagine, turned and left.

"Great!" Little Towel looked at Xing's back, excited, "Master is promoting me, I must complete the task well!"

On the official road in the suburbs of Fengdu, carriages occasionally raced by, and sometimes modern cars could be seen.

The underworld was a place for the dead, with people from all eras, so the underworld encompassed everything, ancient and modern, and it was not uncommon to see a combination of the two, with carriages and cars running side by side, ancient scholars and modern scholars discussing knowledge.

Whoosh!

A BMW raced past, Xing's pupils slightly contracting. He felt the considerable amount of ghost money in his pocket, and his confidence immediately increased.

Now, Xing had enough ghost money to buy more than ten BMWs. In the underworld, BMWs were not expensive or rare. By asking relatives in the human world to burn a paper BMW, one could send it to the dead, without spending valuable ghost money.

In the human world, by worshiping ghosts and deities, one could burn things to send them to the dead, of course, on the condition that the dead had not been reincarnated.

However, not everything burned could be sent to the dead, such as ghost money, which was the currency issued by the ghost kingdom, extremely valuable, and paper money burned in the human world did not count.

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