"Since you’re so eager to praise me, I’ll give you a chance."
"You cannot use repetitive adjectives to praise me, nor can it be anything less than magnificent... hm, until I’m satisfied, otherwise..."
"You’ll die, you know."
The last few words were said lightly, almost carelessly, as if it was just a joke.
But "Nangong Dao" was no fool to think that the Evil Ghost was joking with him.
He rummaged through all the vocabulary in his meager mind, stuttering. Beyond words like beautiful, good-looking, and pretty, he couldn’t think of any other sophisticated term.
Truly put to the test, he was nothing more than an illiterate brute who had lucked into a fortune that others couldn’t find, allowing him to masquerade as a refined noble and blend into high society quite intimidatingly.
Those who offended him could be silently dealt with by a feng shui formation. Owing to this skill, he never had to grovel to anyone in his past life.
Well, except in bed with a woman, of course.
Su Li waited for a while but didn’t hear the flattery she desired. Her eyebrows slanted down, and a cold light flickered in her eyes.
She said in a chillingly drawn-out tone, "It seems you really look down on me..."
Su Li’s fingers spread out, and the tips, glistening with a cold light, sketched over "Nangong Dao’s" heart as if searching for the best angle.
The skin near "Nangong Dao’s" chest, not yet touching Su Li’s fingertips and separated by some distance, began to form dense goosebumps beneath his clothing.
Although it wasn’t his original body, it was in tune with his spirit.
His fear was genuinely reflected in his body.
At this moment, "Nangong Dao" still didn’t realize that the Evil Ghost in front of him was playing with him, failing his self-proclaimed cleverness.
Such bullshit flattery, he couldn’t even move his mouth, let alone flatter.
The other party had clearly intended from the start to make sure he would die.
Having once experienced death, "Nangong Dao" desired life more than anyone else.
This world was more fascinating than the tumultuous one of his past life, and he was even less inclined to die now.
But in this situation, it wasn’t something he could just will away.
Watching as nails sharper than blades were about to plunge into his flesh, rip open his chest, and extract his beating heart...
If this body died, he might die along with it, and he might not have another chance to return to the Mortal World.
Faced with the threat of death, "Nangong Dao" had no choice.
He steeled his heart and abandoned the flesh he had nurtured for so long.
A somewhat transparent gray shadow appeared beside Nangong Dao.
This shadow was "Nangong Dao’s" most true form.
Plain features, a flat countenance, not ugly, but definitely not handsome either.
Su Li glanced at it and then quickly took out an exquisitely carved bronze mirror, gazing at her own beauty over and over again.
An utterly disgusting and ugly bastard, just one look hurts the eyes, not just unattractive but reeks like a hard stone in a dung pit.
She needed to quickly cleanse her eyes by looking at her own beautiful face.
Su Li’s actions were a brutal blow to "Nangong Dao," even more agonizing than torturing his body and soul.
His deeply hidden inferiority complex was trampled into the ground and crushed utterly.
He forgot that he was facing an Evil Ghost among Evil Ghosts, and instead, began to see her image overlap with the faces of those proud young mistresses who once looked down on him.
What ultimately became of those noble ladies...
Let him think about it.
Well... they either got given to the lowest rickshaw drivers or ended up as dancers in dance halls.
The eyes of "Nangong Dao," filled with gloom, revealed a bloodthirsty excitement as he licked his lips, his crimson tongue....
"Slap," his transparent soul was smacked onto the ground, face down embedded in the floor.
Su Li, disgusted, wiped her hand and said disdainfully, "You ugly fuck, don’t you have any sense of your own appearance?"
When a handsome and charming man does something , you could say he’s devilishly seductive....
But for an ugly fuck, it’s just sleazy and disgusting.
Nangong Dao’s intelligence seemed to return with that sudden slap.
His soul, already half-transparent, was now even closer to transparency, showing signs of near collapse.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it seems you’re quite attached to your life... What a cowardly little ghost...."
As Nangong Dao glanced at the body that had collapsed next to him, his eyes turned red with hatred.
He had spent a great deal of energy and effort on this body, and the compatibility between the soul and the body had reached a certain level. At this moment, he felt both regret and relief.
If the soul and body were completely fused, he might have been depleted to death inside this body.
He made a desperate move towards Su Li, as if he was about to self-destruct without any care for his safety.
Su Li wasn’t afraid, though. Even if it were a self-destructing explosion like the opponent destroying themselves, it would be no more than an itch to her.
However, even if it’s just an annoying fly, to kill it still stains your hand, disgustingly so.
Su Li shifted slightly, adjusting her position.
Unexpectedly, or perhaps not, "Nangong Dao" made a feint. In the space enveloped by Su Li’s yin power, he disappeared in an instant, reappearing outside the area controlled by Su Li.
Just knew this guy definitely had a last-ditch survival tactic.
The soul of "Nangong Dao" was so weak it was blending with the air; if not for the spatial magnetic field fluctuations, Su Li would barely be able to see his form.
That move had also taken a heavy toll on him.
Su Li didn’t even bother to pursue. With her keen eyesight, she could tell that Nangong Dao was at his last arrow, barely hanging on.
But just to be safe, Su Li still followed not too far behind him, watching him escape in a panicked run.
She watched, like a cat with a mouse, seeing him think he escaped to safety, only to fall into a deeper despair.
In the end, Nangong Dao was literally toyed to death by Su Li.
As he forced a grimy soul bead from his soul and threw it towards Su Li, she did indeed slow her pace.
But unlike what "Nangong Dao" thought, it didn’t even cause her the slightest bit of injury; instead, Su Li was captivated by the soul bead.
Su Li held the small bead between her fingers, its surface covered in mysterious patterns that seemed to contain a world within.
Even with Su Li’s insight, she couldn’t see through what this thing was.
But one thing was clear: it must have been the greatest opportunity "Nangong Dao" had obtained in his previous life.
The fact that it could be carried within the soul, well, anyone would know, it was definitely something valuable.
As Su Li explored it with her Divine Sense, she could only skim the surface and couldn’t probe any deeper.