Zhou Zishu interrupted his beautiful fantasy. “You can stop dreaming.”

He immediately gave chase in the direction of the bloodstains. Wen Kexing followed behind him, obviously not paying attention--at present, his mind was currently too preoccupied with sex to care about whether Liu Qianqiao was alive or dead.

Following the blood trail, the two men gave chase. All of a sudden, Zhou Zishu asked, “The Long-Tongued Ghost wants to kill you, and so do the people behind him...why?”

Wen Kexing, who was still chattering non-stop earlier, suddenly fell quiet and was silent. Just as Zhou Zishu thought that he would not answer his question, he heard Wen Kexing say, “Why do you think I am the Master of the Ghost Valley?”

Zhou Zishu cast a glance at him, and said offhandedly, “Because you’re infinitely capable.”

Wen Kexing smiled slightly. This smile of his was a little forced, and astonishingly, had something demented vaguely lurking in it. He said, “I am the Valley Master because they can’t do anything about it. Whoever enters the Ghost Valley will have their debts from the world outside cleared entirely. If it is a paradise apart from the world, won’t its borders burst from the masses swarming in?”

This reason was one that Zhou Zishu could deduce even if he reasoned with his toes, but in that moment, he still remained silent...almost as though he only wanted to hear it coming from this person’s mouth.

Wen Kexing continued, “At the foot of Fengya Mountain, there is no morality and justice. Either devour others, or be devoured. No one can do anything about me--I can kill anyone who I wish to kill, and that is why I am the Master of the Ghost Valley. At the moment, they are unable to kill me, and can only do as I command. However, this does not mean that they don’t want to kill me. If there’s a chance to do so, they will still make trouble...for example, some people think that once they obtain Rong Xuan’s secret manual from back then, they can slay me, this supreme demon, with their own hands.”

Looking at him, Zhou Zishu asked, “The Ghosts are willing to risk the chance of the sun ‘corroding’ them as they exit the Valley against the rules and fan the flames to get rid of you?”

Wen Kexing laughed soundlessly. “That’s because the Ghosts are not very patient. Of the preceding Valley Masters, none of them have survived three years on that seat. This is already my eighth year, and I still refuse to read the situation and kick the bucket. Won’t you say that they are very anxious?”

Zhou Zishu was silent for a long while. Then he said, “If I had longer to live, I could think of a solution so that you never have to return to that place. I’d keep you as a young, pretty face in my house.”