Mo Hua waved his hand casually, and the ink floated in the air, forming Formation Patterns, unraveling the Formation and opening the door.
A more intense and decadent scent of flowers wafted out.
Mo Hua held his breath, walked into the room, and saw Elder Ji.
Elder Ji was lying on the bed, his face pale as wax, his upper body bare, skin slack and clinging to bones, the flesh seemingly drained, while his lower half was continuously bleeding, soaking through half of the bed.
Seeing Mo Hua, he managed a bitter smile, his voice hoarse as he spoke slowly:
"She told me her mother died young, her father liked to gamble, and there was a younger brother to raise, a beauty with a life of hardship could only abandon pride and accompany men for pleasure..."
"There’s pride between her brows, and while under me, her expression is one of humiliation..."
"Maybe she was too beautiful, I actually believed it..."
"I’ve heard such nonsense all my life, and yet I believed it, I really believed..."
"I actually thought she was different, wanted to take care of her for life, treat her well for life..."
Elder Ji’s mouth twitched into a self-mocking smile.
With that smile, his injuries were agitated, and his remaining vitality slipped away even faster. Though his face was pale, his brow darkened like a black hole.
Elder Ji seemed to understand something, slowly lifted his head, staring at Mo Hua with a profoundly complex gaze:
"Young Master Mo... indeed, nothing is more important than life... I should have focused on my cultivation, Young Master Mo, I should have lived well, cultivated well..."
"Young Master Mo..."
"I..."
Two hot tears flowed down, and then turned cold.
Elder Ji’s vital energy was severed hereafter.
Mo Hua remained silent for a long time, a hint of compassion appearing in his eyes.
He stepped forward, gently closed Elder Ji’s resentful eyes, and looked down to see a blood-red plum blossom mark on Elder Ji’s chest.
This plum blossom mark, vibrant and charming yet beautiful, held a thread of allure capable of seizing one’s mind.
"Hehuan..."
Elder Ji died from Replenishing from others, and it was an extremely vicious type of the Healing Skill.
Such an extreme Healing Skill only existed in the Hehuan Demon Sect.
The flower mark itself was also the mark of the Hehuan Sect.
Mo Hua cast a deep look at the deceased Elder Ji, his emotions complicated, then turned and left the room.
At this time, the boudoir’s scent, pink and putrid, grew stronger.
The men’s breaths that had once floated in ecstasy transformed into wails of pain and despair.
The women’s laughter likewise shifted from shy allure and entangled affection to sharp screeches, sinister and venomous.
Amidst the pink haze, the entire pavilion resembled Hehuan’s purgatory, filled with indulgence and suffering.
With cold eyes, Mo Hua descended the pavilion stairs into the hall.
The hall was similarly decadent, reeking of blood.
The pavilion’s hall seemed cut off from the outside, forming two separate worlds.
One pink, one crimson.
Outside, zombies were eating people.
Inside, the female practitioners of the Hehuan Sect were also "consuming" people.
These were two Demon Sects using human sacrifices to honor their Dao.
And in the midst of the entire hall, the only person not accosted by women, sitting at a table drinking alone, was a pale-complexioned gentleman.
This pale-complexioned gentleman, with remarkable grace, sat alone, pouring and drinking, incongruent with his surroundings.
Before his eyes was a decadent scene woven of pleasure and gore, yet in his gaze, there was only appreciation, no desire, as if witnessing a gathering of "corpses" in ecstasy.
This pale-complexioned gentleman had met Mo Hua once.
"Young Master Shi..."
Mo Hua’s gaze condensed, watching Young Master Shi while hidden. Young Master Shi seemed aware; he waved his hand, summoning white corpse qi, materializing into spectral claws, sweeping across Mo Hua’s surroundings.
"White corpse qi?"
Mo Hua’s pupils shrank, his figure flickered, evading the spectral claws of white corpse qi, and then his form slowly revealed.
Young Master Shi fixed his gaze on Mo Hua, recognizing his visage, somewhat surprised, "It’s you?"
Mo Hua remained silent.
Young Master Shi’s brow furrowed slightly.
The two stared at each other.
At this moment, several female practitioners of the Hehuan Sect, captivated by Mo Hua’s handsome visage, couldn’t resist their desire, lusting after his body, encircling him like seductive snakes.