In the forest’s darkest depths, a point of red light suddenly appeared, drifting soundlessly.

Qin Chang Ge’s eyes widened.

It couldn’t be…

Was it really like “speak of the devil and he appears”?

Gently standing up, she reset the mechanism and tucked the jade token into her robes. Qin Chang Ge straightened her back, watching that point of red light swaying through the forest as if no one else existed.

Those footsteps were completely wrong!

How could he not have triggered the mechanisms?

Qin Chang Ge followed very, very slowly. She vaguely saw a red shadow carrying a red lamp, winding his way through, and looking carefully, she discovered that the shadow was slightly off the ground – his feet weren’t touching the soil. In other words, that person was walking suspended in mid-air.

She should have screamed “Ghost!” at the top of her lungs, but instead Qin Chang Ge smiled with unclear meaning.

So it’s you… I should say, what a coincidence, right?

That person continued until reaching the depths of the forest, where he stopped unhurriedly, gazing at a white marble stone platform in the woods. He seemed to chuckle softly, then gracefully lifted his robes and stepped onto it with extremely elegant bearing.

He lazily reclined on the stone platform. The red lamp hung from a tree beside the platform, its blood-like light shining down. The snow-white stone platform was tinted red, like a soft floating cloud gilded with crimson by evening glow, and he lay within the cloud, his posture lazy, red robes half-open, a strand of long hair falling down, slightly obscuring his smile that was neither smile nor non-smile, his enchanting eyes.

Like a beautiful fire fox resting eternally among the clouds.

This man was the type who would make anyone’s heart pound violently at first sight, their soul scatter, and lose the ability to speak.

He was clearly lying on a strange stone platform in a deep, terrifying forest, surrounded by owls hooting strangely, tree shadows swaying, weeds growing wild beside the platform, crawling with fat ants and giant insects. Years of fallen leaves had accumulated in layers, rotting and emitting a strange odor like corpses.

Yet his bearing made it seem as if he were in the ninth heaven, on a crystal couch behind deep curtains with gentle spring breezes, drinking grape wine the deep red color of silk from brilliant luminous cups, with dancing girls moving gracefully before him amid wafting fragrance, and he so casual only because he had seen all of Liang Garden’s beautiful scenery and appreciated all of Luoyang’s flourishing flowers.

With just one glance from him, even withered bones could instantly grow plump flesh and rise gracefully to perform a startling dance.

Under the moon: wandering lamp, red clothes, white stone platform, owl cries, hundred ghosts weeping – bewitchingly magnificent, evil energy soaring to the sky.

The corner of Qin Chang Ge’s mouth curved into a smile.

She stood quietly behind a tree, watching that fox-like man.

Cold moon, brilliant lamp, red clothes spread across the jade stone platform.

He supported his cheek with his wrist, his flowing eyes surpassing moonlight’s radiance. He seemed to be pondering silently, then after a long while suddenly said leisurely: “I’ve wanted to sleep with you for a long time…”

…

Desperately biting her lips, Qin Chang Ge was prepared – she knew that when this person spoke, if he spoke at all, he would inevitably say something shocking.

He continued: “You’re truly frustrating… I want to sleep with you, but I have to wait until you’re dead before I can be on top of you.”

Qin Chang Ge looked pitifully at the stone platform. Whose sister was this? How pitiful – even in death she had to be mentally violated by this scoundrel.

He sighed again, his expression sorrowful: “But I always feel that you’re such a venomous woman, whoever is on top of you would feel guilty, right? What about him? Does he feel guilty or not?”

Qin Chang Ge pondered… this sounded so familiar…

Patting the stone platform beneath him, his expression as if patting a beauty’s fragrant shoulder: “Look, your bedside companion may not have true feelings, but I, who was kicked aside by you, still diligently collected your corpse and chose a good place to bury you. Tell me, how will you thank me?”

Qin Chang Ge looked around at the eerie surroundings, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. A good place? This was called a good place?

“But saying ‘collected your corpse’ isn’t quite right…” The beautiful man spread his hands, helpless in a heart-wrenching way. “Your broken corpse originally had only a pile of scattered bones… and several people fought over them, each saying only they were worthy of burying you… I don’t even know if what I grabbed was your head or your foot.”

…This sounded absolutely horrifying.

The beautiful man bent one leg, resting his hand lightly on the raised knee. His drooping fingers were like jade hairpins, white jade flowers gently stretching in the night breeze. His sighing posture seemed to lovingly caress early-withered spring flowers, expressing endless charm and beautiful elegance.

But his words made one wish for thunderbolts to strike.

“We dismembered you… What’s left with Xiao Jue, who knows what scraps those are… Haha, it must infuriate him…”

…

Xiao Jue… Hmm?

So this unlucky woman who was being slept on by this scoundrel, whose bones were divided among several men, and who was still being molested after death – the woman she had been pitying for so long – was… me… myself?