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Gravekeeper
Gao Zhi stopped at an inconspicuous iron door. After entering, a large man in a black suit bowed to us. Gao Zhi led me deeper inside; it was a basement, but a magnificent and vast one, resembling an underground hotel.
A woman in a kimono hurried over to us, helping Gao Zhi and me change our shoes before guiding us further in. We arrived at a rather luxurious private room, where two more women welcomed us and opened the door for us to enter.
Four women in kimonos knelt by a table, greeting Gao Zhi and me. I assumed they were saying hello, but I couldn't understand them.
The women wore kimonos but had no clothes underneath. Of course, that wasn't the main point; the focus was on the other services available here, such as beautiful women lying naked on tables with food placed on their bodies, and other forms of bare services.
However, Gao Zhi did not order anything.
As I pondered this, the door to the room was pushed open again, and two stunning women walked in—truly beautiful women, the kind with striking looks. Honestly, in Japan, while many women are attractive and comparable to those in China, most have shorter legs. Overall, they tend to score lower than Chinese women. But these two who entered were indeed high-caliber beauties with great figures.
Gao Zhi immediately stood up and introduced them to me. "Bro, do you recognize these two?"
"Huh?" I looked at the two beauties and could only shake my head.
Gao Zhi chuckled. "They're mid-level stars—real celebrities! I pulled some strings to get them here. Whether you can take them to bed depends on your skills, heh heh. You know what I mean; don't force it."
The two women sat beside Gao Zhi and me, pouring drinks for us. The woman next to me could speak some Chinese, though not very fluently. She was quite proactive.
I asked her how she learned Chinese. She explained that Japan's economy wasn't doing well lately and her future prospects seemed bleak, so she wanted to learn some Chinese to develop opportunities in China.
This place truly offered a royal experience; four women in kimonos served us drinks and food. In between courses, several women came in to perform songs and dances with a hint of seduction. After eating and watching the performances, the four of us moved into a sauna room where we stripped down completely. This was quite enjoyable; it aligned with Japanese customs as they loved steam baths.
After our sauna session, four women approached us to give massages. I chatted with the Japanese star Ayaka while lying there; although it was somewhat challenging to communicate, we occasionally engaged in flirtatious actions. Just as I was enjoying myself, a sudden foul odor wafted through the air.
I felt dizzy, and all I could think about was how to roll in bed with Ayaka.
The faint stench was still creeping into my nose. However, I barely paid it any mind, as if I were completely unaware of it.
I held Ayaka's hand, intending to take the opportunity to touch her chest, when suddenly, a jolt shot through my brain. The sounds of hooves and the clash of battle erupted in my mind.
In an instant, I snapped back to reality, all the haze of desire fading away.
A cold sweat broke out on my forehead as I looked at the woman in front of me. Her face was flushed, and her legs were moving restlessly; clearly, Ayaka was feeling the effects too. I turned to my other side and saw Gao Zhi entangled with another woman.
Something felt off—very off. I admitted this was my first time in such a place, but it shouldn't be this overwhelming.
The foul odor wafted over again, this time more pronounced!
I quickly turned around to look at the woman who had been massaging me.
The stench was coming from her.
"What's wrong, sir?" she asked with a smile, speaking in Japanese.
She was alive, yet there was indeed a foul smell emanating from her.
Ayaka, lying beside me, asked, "What's wrong? Mr. Song?"
I swallowed hard and replied, "Um, I need to use the restroom."
Ayaka spoke a few words in Japanese to the woman who was giving me a massage. The woman covered her mouth and laughed, then stood up, allowing me to go to the restroom.
I turned my head and suddenly forgot where I had placed my bag. I immediately said to Ayaka, "Ayaka, can you ask her where my bag and my clothes are?"
"Ah?" Ayaka's face turned bright red as she looked at me. "Mr. Song, why are you looking for your clothes at a time like this? Are you not satisfied with Ayaka?"
"No, hurry and ask her. I... um, I just remembered I need to call my girlfriend; otherwise, when I get back, I'll be in trouble." I didn't mention the unpleasant smell; I just casually told a little lie.
"Kneel for the remote?" Ayaka looked at me with flushed cheeks, clearly confused.
I nodded. "Yes, kneel for the remote. If the TV changes channels, just hit it once; if it switches frequency, hit it again. In China, women have many ways to punish men."
Ayaka burst into laughter. As she laughed, she sighed a little, "It must be nice to be a Chinese woman."
At that moment, I really didn't want to discuss gender issues in China. "Ayaka, please help me find out where my bag is; I need to make that call quickly."
Ayaka nodded and asked the massage girl a few questions. The two of them chatted for a while before the masseur stood up.
Ayaka said to me, "She’s going to get it for you."
I immediately replied, "Don't let her go, Ayaka. Tell her I can go myself; there’s a lot of cash in my bag—it's important—hurry."
Ayaka looked at me strangely. Although she was a well-known star, she was also working as an escort at that moment. Given my strong insistence, she agreed and spoke a few words to the massage girl.
The masseur looked at me, and a strange flash of red crossed her eyes—so quick that if you weren't paying attention, you wouldn't notice it at all because the massage room was quite dark. But that flash of red disappeared quickly, and then the woman bowed to me. As she bowed, her kimono slipped down around her waist.
But at that moment, I could no longer think about matters of love and relationships. I didn't know where the problem lay. I looked at Gao Zhi; he was conversing in Japanese with another female star, embracing her. Aside from the excessive passion, there was nothing else unusual.
Then I glanced at Ayaka. She was gazing at me with a look that was not merely affectionate but rather suggestive.
Yet, where was that faint stench of decay coming from?
No, I had to get my Peach Wood Sword first, along with my backpack and Talisman. The most important item in my backpack was the Corpse-Subduing Bell. This foul odor resembled that emitted by a Vengeful Spirit. If there truly was a powerful Vengeful Spirit hidden away, I would definitely be no match for it without the Corpse-Subduing Bell.
I had to endure it for now. I bowed to the female Masseur and said, "Ali Gao!"—a phrase that conveyed gratitude.
The woman adjusted her kimono and stepped lightly toward the Massage Room's exit. I glanced around at the others in the Massage Room; they seemed normal enough. I secretly hoped I was overthinking things as I followed the Massage Girl outside.
She pushed open the door and stepped out into a corridor. I immediately followed her, but after just a few steps, something felt off. Why was this corridor so dark? And how had I entered this Massage Room in the first place? I remembered this bar being quite grand.
"Hey!" I called out, then quickened my pace. Suddenly, it felt like my foot had stepped into a puddle; the water was chilling to the bone.
My hair stood on end as I quickly stepped back and shouted, "Is anyone there? Hey! Is anyone there?"
"Ga..."
Suddenly, something flew overhead, making a sound that resembled a crow's caw—harsh and unpleasant!
I gasped in shock. Just moments ago, I had walked out of the Massage Room; now, having taken less than ten steps, everything had changed! There were puddles everywhere! And what kind of birds were those? I yelled out again, but there was no response! What was going on? This was definitely not right!
I needed to calm down!
In this world, only calmness can unravel all illusions and deceptions!
Yes, it must be an illusion!
I stood there, observing my surroundings. The environment felt very unfamiliar to me.
Had I been hypnotized?
My mind raced quickly. To be honest, after experiencing so much, my nerves and brain had been trained to be incredibly resilient.
Ghosts harm others not only with their Ghostly Energy but also rely heavily on illusions! They affect a person's mind, setting up illusions that can scare humans to death! Whether it's Ghostly Energy or Corpse Poison, I fear neither. I am a descendant of the Witch Clan, unafraid of any ghostly poison!
As for illusions, I believe I can break them too!
Now, this time, I am convinced it is also an illusion! All I need to do is see through this illusion!
I bit down hard on the tip of my tongue. It hurt!
I took a step back again, but the scenery around me remained unchanged.
What is going on?
I was definitely trapped in an illusion; how could I break free?
I stepped back once more, then again, and again. According to my estimation, I should have returned to that previous Massage Room. I turned my head and reached behind me, but there was nothing there.
What is going on here!
"Come out!" I shouted loudly, "I know this is an illusion, come out!"
"Stop yelling!" A sinister voice suddenly came from behind me.
I jumped in surprise and turned to look in the direction of the voice.
From the dirt, a figure slowly emerged. He yawned, and his eyes glimmered in the darkness. I suspected he could see the surroundings clearly, while I struggled to make sense of my situation.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"I'm just a soul taking a nap in the Underworld. You have such strong yang energy; could it be that you just died unjustly?" He looked at me intently.
I quickly replied, "I'm not dead! I just don't know how I ended up here. Where is this place?"
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