Ten Thousand Soul Banner: Deceased, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?
Chapter 130: A Man’s Mouth

Chapter 130: Chapter 130: A Man’s Mouth

"Relax, I’ll just hold you..."

"Just touching is enough, I won’t do anything to you..."

"Your body is burning up, and you’re breathing heavily, are you feeling very uncomfortable..."

"Just rubbing on the outside, I promise I won’t put it in..."

"Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle, it won’t hurt at all..."

"Does it hurt a lot? Actually, it’ll only take a moment, I’ll speed up, so the pain will pass quickly..."

...

Although Ruan Hongzhuang is a girl from the Southern, she is 176cm tall and has a well-proportioned, curvy figure, naturally not light in weight.

Yet in Shen Siyuan’s hands, she was like a little chick, easily manipulated by him.

The sweat on her temples clung tightly to her cheeks, sliding down the curved lines, small beads of sweat emerged on her shoulders and back.

Her mouth slightly open, her eyes a haze of mist, she was like a dehydrated fish, devoid of all strength, limp, held in Shen Siyuan’s arms, her pink body trembling slightly...

Shen Siyuan stopped all movements, just holding her tightly, pressing her delicate body against his own, his hands gliding over the perfect curves on her back, finally resting on her round, snowy white buttocks, gently kneading.

It took a while before Ruan Hongzhuang seemed to regain some strength.

Panting, she said: "Liar... liar..."

"Hehe..."

Shen Siyuan, unashamed, lightly kissed her red lips.

Initially, she resisted a bit, but soon she responded passionately, her body heating up again.

Her fair skin flushed a vast pink, her cheeks reddening all the way to her ears.

As Shen Siyuan slowly moved, she felt as if her whole body was burning, soft, completely drained of strength.

Yet, it wasn’t uncomfortable; instead, it felt light, as if floating in the clouds.

A boat in the sea moved with the waves, at times lifted high by the crests, then slammed down hard...

Maybe it was the intense rocking, or perhaps the stormy weather, making the bold sailors feel dizzy and breathless.

But the sailor didn’t seem afraid, instead, he fought determinedly against the waves.

Clearly though, the force of nature was more than a human could contend with, as sweat slid down his cheeks, his gaze becoming empty and lifeless, his body slightly convulsing...

...

Looking at Ruan Hongzhuang in his arms, who seemed to have lost consciousness, Shen Siyuan couldn’t help but sigh to himself.

Since breaking up with his girlfriend, he had been pent up for two years, and now releasing at once, he felt a bit uncontrolled.

Also, as his physical condition thoroughly improved, his stamina also increased, learning new tricks.

Unfortunately, his partner was a little frail, afraid if he continued, he might break her.

So he directly carried her into the bathroom, then gave her some water to drink, as she seemed somewhat dehydrated.

When the warm water gently sprayed from the shower over her body, Ruan Hongzhuang seemed to finally regain some strength.

Irritated, she lightly thumped Shen Siyuan’s chest.

"Liar, rogue, brute..."

Then she couldn’t continue cursing, not that she didn’t want to, she simply had no more energy left.

She leaned completely into Shen Siyuan’s embrace, feeling dizzy and soft...

Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.

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"Sister Duoduo, your family’s house is so big."

Dou Dou wandered around the house, poking into each room as if treasure hunting.

"This isn’t my home; this is my grandparents’ home," Duoduo said.

She had grown up in Bin Hai and in her memories, that small courtyard was her real home.

"Where did your grandparents go?" Dou Dou asked.

Duoduo was stunned; she hadn’t thought about this question because, having grown up in Bin Hai far from Xiajing, and with inconvenient transportation in the past, she had barely met her grandparents and didn’t have a strong impression of them.

Seeing that Duoduo didn’t answer, Dou Dou scratched her head and ran off elsewhere—she was typically unbothered by consequences.

Xiao Yue, although only in sixth grade, understood many things by her age.

Seeing Duoduo looking puzzled, she gently hinted, "It’s been many years, your grandparents are old, they might have passed away already."

"Hmm~ Where? Where? I didn’t see it."

Dou Dou looked around searchingly, not realizing when she had run back.

"Maybe they’ve gone back to their ancestral home or somewhere else," Xiao Yue continued.

By ’going back to their ancestral home’, she meant the soul dissipating and returning to nature—a euphemism among ghosts.

"Did they go out to play? Should we go out and look for them?" Dou Dou asked, clearly excited.

She was curious about this new city and had wanted to explore around.

Xiajing, in the hearts of the people from Daxia, was an exceptionally special city. To Yin Xingyue, it was no exception; she also wanted to see this ancient city.

So she nodded, "Going out is fine, but you must stay close to us and not run around everywhere."

"Alright, alright," Dou Dou nodded repeatedly.

As long as she could go out and play, anything was fine.

Thus, the three little ones, wrapped in a Yin Wind, soared into the sky.

Xiajing, with over three thousand years of history in city-building and more than eight hundred years as the capital, accumulated countless geniuses, talents, and elites from generations throughout Daxia.

Thus, the dead souls wandering this ancient city were once prominent figures or top talents in their fields.

However, since the road to the Netherworld had been closed over a hundred years ago, these wandering dead souls were all from the past century.

These people in life were workers, scholars, merchants, holding important positions, and so on.

But in death, everyone is equal—no classes, no one nobler than another.

These people were indeed filled with the strongest desires. Desire is not derogatory, but rather a ladder for human progress. It drives people to seek more, better, and thus pushes society forward.

So, desire is not to be feared; what’s fearful is uncontrolled desire, taking actions without scruples, harming others to benefit oneself, all to satisfy various desires.

Unknown to them, they were already entangled with karma. Carefree in life, but after death, linked by karma, their indulgent desires could no longer be suppressed, appeared outwardly, and became bizarre and grotesque.

If the road to the Netherworld had not been closed, these souls would enter the Netherworld, where they would be cast into Hell to face severe torture, or reincarnated through the Beast Path.

So Xiao Yue and the others, wrapped in a Yin Wind, wandered the night skies of Xiajing, feeling as if they were in the ocean, with a vast expanse of coral reefs below, shapes all bizarre and strange.

Of course, Xiao Yue and the others also caught the attention of some observant individuals.

This is Xiajing—below the Emperor’s feet, a place never short of extraordinary talents.