Yuan Jixue walked slowly in a dim pine forest. The pine needles moved like tides, the wind ruffling their shadows. The sun was dim, dripping on the wet piles of pine needles all over the ground like half-melted gold.
The demonic Shen intended to melt away Yu Ruâeâs soul and refine it into a corner of the sky, thus weaving this illusion. Once Yu Ruâeâs mind was shaken, he would definitely be captured by the Shen.
The illusion from the Shen was endlessly complicated. Yu Ruâe was trapped in it and had no chance of escape before he was completely refined. As a result, several people made dangerous moves and entered the illusion in turn, trying to take advantage of the situation and break through Yu Ruâeâs passion aperture.
As soon as he entered the illusion, Yuan Jixue involuntarily turned into the appearance of the scholar in his previous life. His ghost energy disappeared and he became a mortal body.
Yuan Jixue pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and saw a hazy and faint red light in the distance through the cover of the pine needles. Dozens of vermilion paper lanterns hung down from long bamboo poles, swaying.
From time to time, there were a few indistinct and delicate laughter, like a warbler, drifting erratically, coming through the forest and billowing leaves. At the same time, there was the sound of copper bells, loud and noisy like torrential rain, yet slightly muffled as if soaked in some viscous liquid, and covered with an ambiguous oily sheen.
He has been in charge of the ghost domain for many years and he could tell as soon as he heard it that this was ghost prostitutes starting the flesh and blood business again.
At the end of every month, a few ghost grandmothers would release the ghost prostitutes from the low graves, tie their wrists with a straw rope, string them naked in a row, smear rouge on their holes, and then push their monthly earnings into their cunts. The copper coins were strung in the mouth of the cervix, the red string dangled like a wet little tail, and a slim copper bell hung down, jingling nicely.
The evil spirits within a radius of hundreds of miles would come soon after hearing the sound. Most of them had green faces and long fangs, surrounded by a layer of gloomy will-oâ-the-wisps. Most of their rotten skin had fallen off and black joints protruded from the putrid texture.
Most of the ghost grandmothers had low magic and relied on the protection of these evil spirits to be able to do the flesh trade in peace. So at the end of the month, this whore house was specially opened for a time so that these evil spirits could pick a few ghost prostitutes with delicate flesh to have a taste.
The evil ghosts were used to being violent and didnât know how to have mercy on these delicate beauties. When they got excited, they would hold up a fair white waist and buttocks in their mouth and tear off a piece of bloody flesh. The withered claws would pierce into the delicate thighs and rip until it was stained with blood.
Few ghost prostitutes could withstand such brutal abuse. After being subjected to this, all their holes from the entrance to the depth of the cervix would be turned into a scarlet flesh hole, loosely bearing semen, and the extreme pain would make them squirt piss all over the floor. Most of their fair skin would be ruined and, from then on, she could only be reduced to a toilet.
The ghost grandmother was always cunning. She was not willing to entertain these gluttonous customers with the best things, so every time she led the ghost prostitutes for a walk around the street, she put them in order according to the copper coins in their hole. The last one was brought out to please the evil spirits and let them play with them as they like.
At this moment, the copper bells rang chaotically, and in the gaps in the pine forest, there were figures with snow-white skin and dark hair, like moonlight peeking through dark clouds.
His heart moved, and through the rich fragrance of powder in the wind, he caught a scent as light as glacier water.
On the ancient path among the pine forests, a row of prostitutes crawled on the woven pine needles. They were naked as fresh snow, with arched waists, round asses raised high. The mounds of soft cheeks were soaked in lust, sticking together, revealing the moist red holes in between.
The appearances of the ghost prostitutes were different. The few who climbed in front were slightly plump, with fat and white flesh, pink and greasy. This kind of ghost prostitute was the best at attracting wild ghosts. Their flesh holes were like oil, hot and charming, so the holes bulged with copper coins. Even when they were crawling, they still shook their ass seductively.
There were also those with delicate physiques, slim and thin. They had graceful figures, their waists were barely an armful. They were somewhat delicate, their asses were also tight like a pair of snow-white pigeons, clenching strings of copper coins in their holes. They crawled weakly with tired pants as if even the weight of clothing would be too much.
Curvy and slim, all kinds of variety, soft and slick snow-like skin, they lit up the whole dark pine forest.
The last few were much less sightly. They had been fucked for a long time, they were old, or they were thin and sallow, their holes were baggy, and their slick had completely dried up. Their openings hung to the inside of the thighs, and there were only a few copper coins in the caves of the last few.
Among these ghost prostitutes, there was an icy snow body.
This person was also bound with his hands and had his head down. One could faintly see a little bit of tender red lips through the silky white hair. Even though he was kneeling on the ground like a bitch, his waist was still graceful and straight, but his waist and abdomen bulged obscenely as if he was many months pregnant. His ass was white and plump, and his red and wet groin was slightly open. Even the anal hole had been fucked open by others, the color was like a red lily, gleaming wet.
The pussy also looked like it had experienced a lot, the big and small flower petals were crinkled together and closed tightly like a flower bud, only revealing a slippery red string wrapped in a layer of crystal-clear liquid. A penis dangled in front, obviously not welcomed by customers, and was bound tightly by a red rope until only a dark pink glans was exposed between the legs, dripping with clear liquid.
It seems that the market demand was plenty, but for some reason, he had fallen to the end of the line.
The withered and yellow pine needles fluttered down, spreading all over the ground in the blink of an eye, just like the slightly yellowed ancient silk flung out by skillful hands. A few pine needles fell from time to time, and fell on the snow-white and sweaty waist of the ghost prostitute, and were caught in two shallow dimples in the back.
His skin was soft and shimmering white all the way down the knees, even the knees and calves were printed with fine red marks by pine needles, mottled and scattered, deep red overlapping light red.
Yu Ruâe frowned and let out a hum.
The copper coins in his cunt were extremely slippery and penetrated so deep that the entire uterus bulged, almost reduced to a scarlet meat bag. The copper coins that couldnât fit were stuck in the tunnel in mounds, one by one stuck between the wet red folds, washed shiny by the flooding liquid.
Almost every sensitive point was firmly pressed by copper coins. His two thighs trembled badly. Every time he crawled a few steps, the entrances of his holes opened, and the wet tender flesh oozed lustful juice, and the copper coins kept shaking.
His lower abdomen was in pain, as if the whole wet and soft flesh was about to be turned out, but his hands were bound, and he couldnât even hold his belly to catch his breath.
He knew in his heart that the experience of becoming a ghost prostitute had left a mark on his Dao heart after all. The Shen was best at spying on peopleâs hearts, so it naturally captured the shadow deep in his heart and dragged him back into the abyss.
Yu Ruâe lowered his head and gasped. This illusion was too real, the edge of his memory became blurred, he only vaguely remembered that since he was fucked by the Yin soldiers in turn that day, he had completely become a comfort woman. Every day, he was tied to a stele, tossed between the crotches of the Yin soldiers. His ass was always soaked in white liquid, and his holes were red, swollen, and turned out, covered with tooth marks.
When the Yin soldiers got tired of playing with him and it was the end of the month, he was dragged out and wandered the streets like an ordinary ghost prostitute, letting the evil ghosts pick and choose.
Yu Ruâe silently bit the tip of his tongue, and barely pulled out of the false memory. His eyelashes were covered with mist, like half-melted snow and ice.
In the depths of the pine forest hid a crude tea shed. The straw curtain was rolled up, and there was a tea kettle the size of a person.
The ghost prostitute at the end of the line had to lie down in this tea mug and soak for the time of a cup of tea (15 minutes). The tea in it was so overbearing that it could soak the whole body soft like wax oil.
It wasnât until the ghost prostitute was soaked until their bones disappeared and they wailed endlessly would the ghost grandma fished them out. Then the ghost grandmother would pick up a sharp boning knife, peel off the dark yellow skin and flesh like a fish scale, gouging out the tendons and removing the bones. Finally, they would be covered with a beautiful skin, a smooth and boneless skin. But the pain was indescribable, and it could only last for a short night. The ghost prostitute crawling at the end was already trembling with horror, crying enough to fill a river.
Seeing the tea shed getting closer and closer, the ghost prostitute almost collapsed to the ground, dragged by a hemp rope. She let out a rattling panting sound from the bottom of her throat, her chest rose and fell violently; her eyes rolled around, staring at the creamy white butt in front of her.
She saw the bright red bulging pussy, soft and graceful, the petals were tightly closed, like a budding peony, slightly oozing juice, and the copper coin filled inside made a bulging shape.
The ghost prostituteâs eyes turned red, and when she thought of the lonely copper coin in her hole, she couldnât help being jealous with hate. That milky white ass was so fat, soft, and smooth, it trembled and shook as it crawled, unbelievably lewd like melting grease.
The dangling brass bell was covered with wet cum and turbid semen, which made her eyes hurt even more. Seeing the ghost grandma picking up a bong and counting each one at the end of the line, she simply bowed her head down, held the shaking copper bell in her mouth, and yanked it hard.
Yu Ruâe let out a wail. His pupils dilated and his lower abdomen tightened as if he was dying, revealing a ripe deep pink color, dripping with sweat. His lower lips twitched like crazy, and his red and greasy cervix opened with a smack, blooming out angrily. A sling of copper coins, like a long, slippery snake, suddenly sprang out of the hole. His mind was in chaos and a gush of wind blew from between his legs. He spewed out large streams of lewd liquid, washing the pine needles all over the ground until they were shining brightly.
The hemp rope immediately vibrated like a spirit snake, the slipknot was loosened, and then it was pulled violently, dragging him to the end of the line in one fell swoop.
The ghost prostitute turned her head to look at him, with a string of wet copper coins between her lips, tears still in her eyes, showing a poisonous and coy smile.
Yu Ruâe laid on the ground, his waist and buttocks trembling endlessly, a fist-sized bright red hole opened between his legs, the folds were wet and soft, and even the wide open cervix at the end could be clearly seen.
The brass bong between the ghost grandmaâs fingers tapped lightly on his naked back, sweeping away a few pine needles.
âItâs in good condition,â the ghost grandma wondered, âWhy is it so unsatisfactory, could it be that the thing hanging in front is not welcome by guests?â
The slender cigarette holder peeled open the petals, dug a few times in the wet red folds, rummaging and stirring through it, and pulled out a silky silver thread.
One of the flesh holes was really empty, not a single copper coin was found.
Her complexion darkened, and she lost her voice immediately. She grabbed the air with five fingers and Yu Ruâe immediately floated into the air, fell into the tea mug, and was tightly covered by the wooden board.
A Yin ghost talisman was pasted on the wooden board, which had the function of shaking the soul, making this water tank as solid as gold and the cover plate more than a thousand catties heavy.
She knew that it was impossible for this inferior ghost prostitute to escape, so she only sent an old man ghost to guard the tea shed. Then, she led the long chain by herself and walked through the pine forest.
The end of the pine forest bordered the human world, and it was currently the ghost moon of the yang world. She intended to hang her goods on the ghost market to earn a round of quick money. So she twisted her waist and swayed her hips, and walked with swagger. Just wait for her to come back to cook this inferior ghost whore.
Yu Ruâe was soaked in warm tea and forced to sit cross-legged. His whole body was so soft that he could almost turn into a puddle of water. His two holes and penis were soaked so itchy that they felt like they were about to melt away from his body.
He leaned his neck up, panting quickly and softly. His snow-white elbow rested on the wall of the vat, his five wet fingers pressed against the wooden board, and he tentatively pushed, but he could only make a dull scratching sound.
The old man ghost had a hunched back, a ragged sweat towel on his shoulders, and a cattail fan. His eyelids drooped, seemingly sleeping, but when he heard Yu Ruâe struggling, he immediately knocked heavily on the wooden board with the handle of the fan. Immediately the full pot of tea made waves and flooded Yu Ruâeâs mouth and nose.
The old man ghost was best at taking care of these ghost prostitutes. As expected, the movement inside quickly subsided, and only a slight breathing sound could be heard.
He lowered his eyelids and kept shaking his cattail fan. Suddenly, through the straw curtain, someone raised his voice and asked, âShopkeeper, is there any tea?â
The straw curtains were very sparsely woven, faintly revealing the quiet and handsome side profile of the person. He had long eyebrows reaching into the temples, thin lips, dark and gloomy eyelashes, and exuded a ghostly aura. But he was a minimalistic scholar, standing with his arms behind his back.
The ghost looked suspiciously for a moment and found that although there was Yin energy lingering all over his body, he had no cultivation at all. He was probably a mortal who had strayed into the ghost realm.
It is rare for mortals to come to this place, the old ghost stared at him gloomily for a moment. But thinking of the hot smell of mortal flesh and blood, and the delicate and juicy meat, he couldnât help gulping and said hoarsely, âYes, guest just wait a moment.â
The scholar was not polite and sat on the bench with a flick of his clothes.
The ghost held the teapot and brewed him a cup of tea. He just glanced at it, then frowned and said, âThe tea is yellowish and unbearably rough, how do you drink it?â
The old ghost turned his back, bared his bloody sharp teeth, and immediately bent his back, trembling, to make tea.
Most of the tea in this tea shed was condensed by ghost energy. When it entered the throat, it was as cloudy as lead water. How could ordinary people bear it? Just take a sip, and most of the yang energy in the body would dissipate like dead meat on a chopping board.
The old man ghost held the second cup of tea, the color of the tea was clear, but the scholar just lowered his head and sniffed it, disgustedly said, âIt smells terrible.â
This person was extremely difficult to serve, with a protruding nose and bulgy eyes. The old man ghost even changed ten courses of tea, and he only touched his lips slightly, saying things like âdisgustingâ, âunbearableâ, âshameful to call this teaâ. Towards the end, he simply rested his mouth against one hand, raised his chin without a word, and signaled him to change another one.
The old man ghost was bullied by this poor scholar until his face was black and blue, his tongue held barbs in his mouth, grinding his teeth until blood came out, about to explode like a pouncing snake.
The gurgling saliva sound in his mouth was really too loud, the scholar raised his eyes sleepily, and said, âWhatâs that sound, so loud?â
The ghost bit his tongue and said vaguely, âYes⊠the tea is ready.â He rolled his eyes, and suddenly remembered the tea kettle where the ghost prostitute was locked up. The tea in it was so violent that if ordinary people swallowed it, it would gut them. He was so tired of this scholarâs nonsense, he didnât care about eating this fresh food, he just wanted to make him rot into a puddle of blood.
The scholar spoke with dissatisfaction, âOh? The store still has good tea hidden, why didnât you take it out earlier? Are you looking down on me, a scholar? Where canât I drink these old teas? Itâs too cheap to even wash your mouth with.â
The old ghost held back his anger, nodded and bowed his head, and said, âYes, yes, guests may wish to come and have a look.â
Sure enough, the scholar followed him, leisurely walking to the side of the teapot. A half-broken bamboo tube was inserted into the side of the mug, holding a puddle of crystal-clear water.
The other end of the bamboo tube was inserted into a mass of bright red tender meat, and the moist anal hole could be vaguely seen. The fat and tender intestines were stretched around the curved bamboo tube, and even the wet folds inside were exposed. The abundant lewd liquid flowed out smoothly along the bamboo tube.
The ghost knocked on the wooden board with the handle of the fan, and the wet red meat hole clenched immediately, spitting out a big mouthful of obscene soup. The obscene aroma of skin and flesh mixed with the faint fragrance of tea, spewed out from the bamboo tube.
âThis is a rare new tea,â Guisou said, âit is most nourishing when it is made from the body of a prostitute.â
The scholar stared at the tender hole for a moment, obviously fascinated by the sight, but still impatiently said, âHow do you drink it with a bamboo tube? Pull it out, I want to taste this meat pot myself.â
He didnât wait for the old man to make a move, he clamped the bamboo tube with two fingers and pulled it out forcefully. A mass of red flesh blossomed out of the anus immediately, trembling wetly. He bowed his head down and took a deep gulp.
Hearing a series of gurgling sounds, the scholarâs Adamâs apple rolled, and a string of translucent mucus dripped from the corner of his lips. He pursed his lips, stuck out the tip of his tongue, and quickly swept it among the bright red chrysanthemum patterns.
The ghost prostituteâs white asscheeks trembled wildly, like soft butter, and the asshole opened up like a fishâs mouth, even pinching the scholarâs slippery tongue, and refused to let go.
The scholar licked his sensitive inner wall comfortingly, the tip of his tongue drilled deeper and deeper, seeing the red flesh quivering and almost melting. Then he withdrew the tip of his tongue, raised his head and smiled, âIt really is good tea.â
The old man bowed his back and looked at him from the corner of his eye for a long time, but saw that the scholarâs fair face was slightly flushed, as if he was drunk.
The scholar stood up with a smile, and hooked his fingers at him, âCome here, Iâll give you tea money.â
The ghost was in doubt, and he didnât bother to pretend, just when he was about to look up at him, his forehead suddenly felt hot.
At who knew when, the scholar took down the Soul Shocking Talisman between his fingers and stuck it to his forehead like lightning.
âHere, tea money.â The scholar said darkly.
Yuan Jixue pushed away the wooden board and held Yu Ruâe out. Yu Ruâe was dazed with misty eyes and curled into a ball in his arms. His two long legs resting on his elbows, washed white and translucent by the tea, like suet white jade.
He obviously suffered a lot, his skin was as smooth as satin, his feet were soaked soft and boneless, like a wet white bird, trembling lightly in Yuan Jixueâs arms. Fortunately, the soaking time was not long. After a few days, it would be hard to turn around.
âDonât be afraid,â Yuan Jixue whispered in his ear.
The straw ropes on Yu Ruâeâs wrists were transformed by ghostly powers and could not be untied for a while. Yuan Jixue hugged him and kissed his wet eyelashes.
The old man was stunned by the spell and couldnât move, so Yuan Jixue tore off the sweat towel with one hand, and hastily wiped away the wet marks all over Yu Ruâeâs body.
âI stole a beauty,â Yuan Jixue said with a smile, âthen return another one.â
He grabbed the old man ghost by the collar, pushed him into the pot, and pushed on the wooden board in a flash.