From hell abyss, the princess emerges

Chapter 7: With a Slightly Chapped Lip

Lotus stepped out in her nightgown and immediately spotted the prayer beads and dagger on the table. A playful smile flickered in her eyes as she looked at the man lying on the bed with his back turned to her.

The Judge's Brush's voice echoed in her mind:

"How brave of him~ Deliberately discarding those ghost-repelling prayer beads and lying with his back to you, pretending to sleep—he's trying to lure you in~"

"Bad ghost Lotus, go drain him dry!"

Ignoring the Judge's Brush, Lotus approached the bedside.

"Is Your Highness asleep?"

Yanmo remained perfectly still.

Lotus curved her lips in a smile, kicked off her shoes, and climbed onto the bed. With a flick of her finger, the dragon and phoenix candles in the room were extinguished.

The moment darkness returned, Yanmo opened his eyes.

This woman had clearly gotten on the bed first, then the candles went out—how had she managed that?

Earlier, when he had held her hand, he had quietly checked her pulse. It was normal—she was indeed a living person, but there was no trace of internal energy in her body. She was not a martial artist.

So, was it truly an evil spirit possessing a corpse?

Lotus stepped out in her nightgown and immediately spotted the prayer beads and dagger on the table. A playful smile flickered in her eyes as she looked at the man lying on the bed with his back turned to her.

The Judge's Brush's voice echoed in her mind:

"How brave of him~ Deliberately discarding those ghost-repelling prayer beads and lying with his back to you,

pretending to sleep—he's trying to lure you in~"

"Bad ghost A-Wu, go drain him dry!"

Ignoring the Judge's Brush, Lotus approached the bedside.

"Is Your Highness asleep?"

Yanmo remained perfectly still.

Lotus curved her lips in a smile, kicked off her shoes, and climbed onto the bed. With a flick of her finger, the dragon and phoenix candles in the room were extinguished.

The moment darkness returned, Yanmo opened his eyes.

This woman had clearly gotten on the bed first, then the candles went out—how had she managed that?

Earlier, when he had held her hand, he had quietly checked her pulse. It was normal—she was indeed a living person, but there was no trace of internal energy in her body. She was not a martial artist.

So, was it truly an evil spirit possessing a corpse?

Lost in thought, a hand crept up his waist:

"Your Highness, are you really asleep?"

A soft female body pressed close, so near that through the thin undergarment, Yanmo could clearly feel her curves.

Dark, cold emotions churned in the man's eyes, yet his body remained relaxed, like a beast lying in wait in the darkness, waiting for its prey's next move.

He had given her the chance to get close—now he would see what she intended to do.

"I'm a bit cold. Your Highness is a man with abundant yang energy—could you warm me up~" As she spoke, the woman's body pressed even closer.

A cold breeze brushed past Yanmo's ear.

Yanmo felt the sinister ghostly aura and heard the woman's voice turn suddenly eerie: "Ignoring me? If you ignore me, I'll devour you~"

Strange drowsiness struck abruptly. Realizing something was wrong, he suddenly gripped the woman's hand that was wandering at his waist.

Before he could make any other move, he lost consciousness.

"Ah, serves you right for pretending, for testing me. I'll grant your wish." Lotus pulled her hand free, turned the man over, and began squishing and kneading his handsome face.

The Judge's Brush's voice echoed in her mind: "It's confirmed—between you two, there's not only gratitude but also resentment."

Lotus snorted with laughter. Gratitude, yes, there was some. As for resentment, there was plenty of that too.

Who told him that in their past life, he always took advantage of being a few years older, taller with longer legs, calling her a little bean sprout!

He would often pinch her face when she wasn't paying attention, saying her bun-shaped face was the most fun to pinch.

Heh, now who's pinching whom?

After pinching that handsome face until it bore several red marks,Lotus felt refreshed and finally got down to business. She untied Yanmo's undergarment and saw his waist and abdomen wrapped in bandages, with bloodstains seeping through.

His chest, shoulders, collarbone... everywhere visible was covered in scars, new wounds layered over old ones, a shocking sight to behold.

Lotus' beautiful eyes trembled slightly. Just from these wounds, she could tell how difficult his past ten years had been. Her slender fingers couldn't help but trace over those scars.

The Judge's Brush remarked: "what a tough life he has. Good thing ordinary people aren't like him, or it would really hurt our underworld's performance metrics."

Lotus rolled her eyes and directly dipped the Judge's Brush in a bit of his blood: "Enough chatter. Taste his blood properly and see what's really going on with his body."

The Judge's Brush first made several disgusted sounds, then slurped greedily, clamoring for more.

Finally, under Lotus' fierce glare, it found its survival instincts.

"The deadly curse on his body has been there for at least ten years, otherwise it wouldn't have reached the point where yin wind penetrates his bones. I can tell there should be someone from the mystical arts helping him suppress the malevolent energy, but with minimal effect."

"What's really keeping this full-body yin curse in check is ninety percent his own willpower and the killing aura he's accumulated from years of battlefield slaughter."

"After all~ even ghosts fear the truly vicious."

"However, being eroded by yin cold year after year, feeling like deep winter even in midsummer, and he hasn't gone mad yet. Bad ghost Lotus, your old acquaintance has freakishly abnormal willpower."

Lotus' red lips curved up with a hint of pride: "Of course~"

The Judge's Brush: Why are you proud when I'm praising him?

Lotus slapped the Judge's Brush: "Enough nonsense. I had you taste his blood to track down who cast the deadly curse on him."

"So troublesome. Just use your Underworld Official Seal to investigate and you'll know."

Lotus rolled her eyes. If she used the Underworld Official Seal, wouldn't the underworld know she had secretly snuck into the mortal realm?

The Judge's Brush, understanding her predicament, said: "The person who cast the deadly curse on him has some skill—they covered their tracks cleanly, making it impossible to trace. However, I've memorized their aura. If I encounter them, I'll definitely recognize them."

"What use are you!" Lotus swatted the Judge's Brush away, leaned close to Yanmo's handsome face, and muttered: "For the sake of our childhood friendship, I'll help you out. Otherwise, who would care if you live or die..."