94: The mysterious shadow in Fengyue Tower!

"Oh, this Young Master wants to see what this newly opened Fengyue Brothel is all about."

"They didn't even notify this Young Master, opening a Fengyue Brothel quietly on this Young Master's territory."

Hua Jianghe's Evil thoughts arise surged as he saw the beautiful women dressed in flamboyant clothes upstairs.

And this time, no one dared to stand out and stop Hua Jianghe's decision.

After all, with the big man's prior warning as a precedent, the rest of them dared not speak out again.

They didn't want to get a slap!

As soon as Hua Jianghe and his group entered the Fengyue Brothel, they smelled a strange fragrance that made them feel inexplicably light-headed.

"Strange, why does it feel a bit cold!"

The strong man who had just been slapped suddenly felt a chill Attack.

And this coldness wasn't just a simple low temperature, but that eerie, chilling sensation.

Not only did the big man have this feeling, but the other big men surrounding Hua Jianghe also felt it.

"Young Master, something isn't right."

Amidst these strange feelings, an older strong man suddenly stopped, leaned his head close to Hua Jianghe, and whispered in his ear.

"Hmm?"

A hint of displeasure flashed across Hua Jianghe's face, but upon seeing that it was the older strong man who spoke, he didn't flare up like before.

The previous surge of Evil thoughts had also been suppressed by Hua Jianghe, and he quickly scanned the interior of the Fengyue Brothel.

What greeted his eyes was the first floor of the Fengyue Brothel, where a dozen exquisite and elegant tables were arranged, covered with exquisitely patterned gauze curtains.

Figures flickered, and there were many young wealthy Young Masters, dressed similarly to him.

A group of beauties gracefully walked among them, their figures enchanting, all exuding a captivating and charming allure.

They wore luxurious, thin clothing, adorned with various exquisite Pearls and Jade on their heads, their steps light, dancing gracefully, weaving through the crowd.

"Come, Young Master, come this way. Xiaoshuang, Xiaoli, quickly come and greet the Young Master."

However, before Hua Jianghe could finish looking.

At this moment, a charming, well-preserved woman walked over, dressed in a seductive light red gown, and an even stronger, mysterious fragrance wafted towards them.

Under this mysterious fragrance, Hua Jianghe's five bodyguards felt their minds become chaotic, their eyes filled with confusion.

As for Hua Jianghe himself, without the reminder from the five bodyguards, the Evil Desire in his heart expanded infinitely.

Hua Jianghe's eyes gradually became hazy.

Two women, with faces like peach blossoms, eyebrows like painted brows, and wearing light pink gauze, walked over with light steps.

Then, they seized the opportunity to extend their jade-white arms, standing one on each side, linking their arms with Hua Jianghe's.

"Young Master, let Xiaoshuang and Xiaoli..."

At this moment, a powerful gust of wind swept past, a scorching wave of white Qi rushed towards them, surging like ocean waves, heading towards Hua Jianghe.

"Presumptuous!"

"How dare you!"

This voice, like a thunderclap, echoed through the sky, startling everyone in the Fengyue Brothel awake.

A middle-aged man, about fifty or sixty years old, held a large saber, its blade emitting a blazing white Qi.

And this middle-aged man looked at the Fengyue Brothel with a grim expression.

He rushed in from outside the Fengyue Brothel, his movements swift and decisive, directly chopping down at the two women beside Hua Jianghe.

Instantly, the two women were cut in half by the sharp saber light.

But what was horrifying was that the women, cut in half, did not bleed profusely.

Instead, they let out piercing screams, their beautiful faces rapidly burned, turning into wisps of white smoke that dissipated.

With this scream, the scene inside the Fengyue Brothel rapidly transformed; the lively and joyous scene from moments before gradually faded away.

Hua Jianghe's hazy eyes instantly cleared, and then he felt a faint pain coming from both of his arms.

"Ah!"

"My hands!"

He looked down and only then discovered that both of his arms had turned pitch black, with wisps of Yin Qi emerging.

Then, under Hua Jianghe's wide, angry eyes.

The middle-aged man once again swung the large saber in his hand, fiercely chopping towards Hua Jianghe's arms.

Crack!

Two soft thuds were heard, and Hua Jianghe's arms fell to the ground.

"Uncle Qing, you!"

Hua Jianghe's eyes were bloodshot, looking at the middle-aged man in disbelief.

He couldn't understand why the person he was most familiar with would chop off his arms.

Uncle Qing, he was the Grand Elder of the Tianhai Gang, and the only Blood Refinement Realm Martial Artist apart from his father.

More importantly, he was also his grandfather Hua Tianhai's eldest Disciple, who usually cared for him immensely.

Why would he suddenly appear here today and sever his arms?

"Little River!"

"Look around you, how did you get in here?"

Upon hearing this, Hua Jianghe endured the severe pain and quickly looked around.

Immediately, he saw a terrifying scene.

The Fengyue Brothel, which was originally brightly lit by candles and luxuriously grand, had turned into a gloomy, damp, decaying building.

And the passersby who had entered had all become withered husks emitting Yin Qi.

Even more frightening to Hua Jianghe was that his five bodyguards were also lying on the ground, incomplete, without any signs of life.

"Uncle Qing, what is this thing!"

"Is it that kind of thing?"

Hua Jianghe looked at this incredible scene and immediately remembered the 'dirty things' his grandfather and father had spoken of.

"Yes!"

"Fengyue Brothel Ghost!"

The middle-aged man exuded a robust Qi and blood, resisting the increasingly cold Yin Qi.

"This thing."

"How is this possible!"

"Wasn't it resolved eight years ago by that Mystic Envoy of the Blackbird Guard?"

"How did it revive?"

Hua Jianghe ignored the solemnity on Uncle Qing's face, instead becoming flustered and anxious, quickly speaking.

"Uncle Qing, take me away quickly!"

Leave?

If he could leave, he would have taken Hua Jianghe away earlier.

When Uncle Qing heard Hua Jianghe's words, his face turned pale and weak, and he looked up at the second floor.

There was a dilapidated, damp, and withered door, with a faint green light emanating from inside the room.

Under the illumination of that eerie green light, in front of the door, there was a faint black shadow, seemingly staring at them.

Hua Jianghe noticed Uncle Qing's abnormality, followed his gaze, and saw this chilling scene.

"Uncle Qing, save me!"

As for the ghostly thing in front of the door, as the Grand Elder of the Tianhai Gang, he naturally knew its origin.

Fengyue Brothel Ghost!

"Li-level Wraith!"

The middle-aged man felt the Yin Qi becoming increasingly solid, already affecting his Qi and blood.