Chapter 6: Chapter 003: Is it a Person or a Ghost?

"Have you finished causing trouble? You're making a racket. This Zhao Changde is getting worse at his job—how did he find a weeping woman to offer to me? Such a mood-killer. However…"

A deep male voice rang out from the dark corner, startling Cen Xue into immediately stopping her tears. Her watery eyes widened as she searched the darkness for the source of the sound.

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Another breath sounded in the darkness. Cen Xue clearly sensed something approaching her from the front. Her body instinctively writhed, trying to inch backward, but after a few movements, she seemed to hit a cold stone wall. What now? This was a dead end—where else could she hide?

While she was still thinking of how to escape, the voice that had been several steps away was now right in front of her. A pair of freezing large hands suddenly hauled the floor-sitting Cen Xue to her feet. Heavy male breath sprayed across her cheeks. With an amused tone, the man stared at the woman before him and finished his earlier thought: "However, I must admit, you truly are beautiful, very ###. It's been a long time since I've enjoyed a woman like you!"

"Enjoy? You… you… what do you mean? Eat me?" Cen Xue was pinned firmly between the stone wall and him. His unruly large hands, through the red silk, had already begun roaming over her body.

"Hehehe… what do you think? Don't you know what your duty is in coming here?" The man before her had already untied the red silk on her body. Now free, Cen Xue desperately tried to push him away, but the man was far too strong—she exhausted herself without budging him an inch.

In the process of touching him while resisting, Cen Xue made a startling discovery. The male corpse in her dreams had long since been shriveled skin and bones, a mere husk that faintly reeked of rot. But the man before her now was tall and powerfully built; his chest was firm with solid pectoral muscles beneath her fingertips. The conclusion: he was human—absolutely not that desiccated corpse!

"You're human. You're not that dry corpse at all. Who exactly are you?" Cen Xue trembled all over from his roaming palms, yet she gritted her teeth and kept her wits about her. She absolutely could not just let him defeat her like this.

The man's lips curled upward in the darkness. Every past full-moon night, he had spent alone in this blackness, because the women sent in were all drugged unconscious before delivery. After he took enough blood from them, he would silence them and have them carried out of his underground palace.

Tonight's little prey seemed different. From her muttering, she apparently didn't even know why she'd been sent here. And she'd mistaken him for a terrifying dry corpse—truly an interesting, infuriating little vixen.

As he spoke, his eyes had already taken in every inch of her exposed ### in the dark. Such fair, delicate skin was rare indeed in all of Loulan Kingdom.

"Little thing, you don't need to know too much. Just obey this King obediently!" One large hand slid down to clamp around her waist, imprisoning her petite frame in his embrace. He lowered his head, exhaling hot breath against her ear, gently biting her soft earlobe.

"Delusional! You're neither human nor ghost—let go of me! You want me, Lin Cen Xue, to submit to you? Who do you think you are? Keep dreaming!" Cen Xue was enraged by his lewd actions. She struggled and screamed in resistance. To make a twenty-first-century scientist submit? Not that simple.

The man's expression tightened in the darkness, thick brows furrowing. A pair of furious crimson eyes looked down at the ungrateful woman in his arms—she actually dared show him disrespect. Seems she's truly tired of living.

Her feet suddenly left the ground. The man scooped Cen Xue up horizontally, walked a few steps, then hurled her heavily downward. Cen Xue couldn't see any furnishings in the darkness, had no idea what he intended, and with zero psychological preparation, was thrown onto a large bed.

"Ah—it hurts—!!!" Her tender buttocks slammed down hard. Though the bed was padded with cotton batting, being thrown down without warning still hurt terribly.

"Just this much pain and you can't take it? Then what will you do later?" A cold, sword-like mocking voice came from the man. In this dark space, it added several more degrees of eerie terror.

At his words, Cen Xue grew even more curious what he intended to do to her. He wasn't a ghost—he couldn't possibly eat her alive. What exactly was the purpose of sending her in here?

While she pondered, the man had already reached her side. One hand forced her down onto the bed, and he swiftly pinned her beneath him. Seeing the fear in her eyes, he thought: a woman is still a woman—under such circumstances, she still feels fear.

"What exactly do you want to do to me? If you're going to eat me, then I beg you—bite through my neck first!" Cen Xue thought for a moment. Either way she was dead today; better to make it quick and avoid suffering.

She finished speaking, twisted her neck to the side, squeezed her eyes shut, and awaited pain and death. The man coldly watched the arrogant, unreasonable little woman beneath him. Should he say she was too clever, knowing to submit? Or too stupid, rushing to her death?