Chapter Four: The Enchanting Fox Spirit

Looking at the Huaxi Villa before them, Gu Xian and Liu Suiyi both wore solemn expressions.

At this moment, the sky was clear and bright everywhere else, but above Huaxi Villa, the canopy of the heavens was dark and heavy, as if a storm was brewing.

Gu Xian, clad in a blue robe, rested one hand on his sword, his face grave as he stood at the villa’s entrance, a glint of golden light flickering in his eyes.

The door was slightly ajar, from within emanated a strange, alluring fragrance.

He frowned and said to his senior sister beside him, “Senior sister, wait outside. I will go meet the one inside.”

A flicker of worry crossed Liu Suiyi’s delicate features. “Be careful.”

Gu Xian nodded firmly, then strode straight inside.

In the center of the courtyard lay over a dozen withered and eerie corpses. Two of them were dressed in luxurious garments, the rest wore the uniforms of constables. Their skin was shriveled and pale, faces frozen in a chilling, unnatural smile.

Gu Xian knelt beside the bodies, examining them carefully.

He already had a suspicion in his mind.

Suddenly, mist began to rise around them, and two scarlet lanterns in the main hall before him ignited, like the eyes of a monstrous beast filled with menace.

From within came the delicate strains of a zither, enchanting and soul-stirring.

As the melody ended, a bewitching female voice called out, “Young sir, whence do you come? Why not come inside and have a chat?”

A smile played on Gu Xian’s lips. “Gladly.”

He pushed open the door with force. Upon entering, he inhaled deeply—the strange fragrance came from here.

The room was exquisitely decorated, bathed in brilliant light. Sheer curtains hung all around, swaying gently in the cold breeze, evoking an intoxicatingly graceful scene.

Within the elegant pavilion, more than a dozen stunning women clad in scanty attire lingered, each radiating a different charm: some dazzlingly beautiful, others naturally alluring, some like gentle maidens...

Each one evoked a tender urge to protect and cherish.

They were drinking and reveling, the clinking of cups and laughter filling the air with merriment.

A young woman of captivating beauty sashayed toward him, her waist slender like a willow, her eyes laden with affection. A strong, intoxicating scent emanated from her, and her flawless legs glimpsed beneath the diaphanous skirt stirred the imagination.

Seeing such a scene for the first time, Gu Xian’s heart fluttered with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

The woman reached him, placing a hand on his chest, her eyes shimmering with seduction. “May I ask, young sir, where do you come from?”

“Nanyang City,” Gu Xian replied with a smile.

Judging by the voice, she must be the one who invited him in.

The woman linked her arm with Gu Xian’s and guided him to a seat inside.

Once seated, all the women swarmed around him, enclosing him closely, their hands wandering freely, eyes thick with desire as if about to spill over.

One lightly touched the long sword at his waist. “YoungI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.