Chapter 860: Cemetery Passion

Chapter 860: Chapter 860: Cemetery Passion

"He was seriously injured and needs to recover quickly, which is why he’s targeting these corpses."

Feng Jiuge suddenly understood.

Yang Cheng glanced around, his gaze landing in the distant darkness, "He should still be nearby. The fresh corpses in the graveyard aren’t just these few. Since he can’t take so many at once, he’ll definitely come back soon."

"You mean... we’re going to lie in wait?"

Yang Cheng nodded, a cold smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, "He was seriously injured, his cultivation regressed, and now he urgently needs to recover. The Yin Qi in the graveyard is highly beneficial for those who practice evil techniques."

The two returned to the gate of the graveyard, where Kong Lingwen had already comforted the relatives and was explaining things to the management staff.

"Have you found anything?"

Seeing Yang Cheng come out, she immediately approached him.

"I suspect it’s Yin Wujiang who stole the corpses. He should come again, and I plan to stay here and wait."

Yang Cheng said in a low voice.

Kong Lingwen frowned, "Then I’ll stay with you."

Yang Cheng shook his head, "No, you have to deal with company affairs tomorrow, and that old Yin is ruthless. If you’re here, I’ll be distracted. Leave it to me and Senior Sister."

Kong Lingwen felt a bit sour inside because Feng Jiuge’s strength was formidable, and she was growing closer to Yang Cheng, but she couldn’t afford to be jealous, or else she’d seem petty.

"Be careful then, call me immediately if something happens."

"Don’t worry."

After sending off Kong Lingwen and the family members, the graveyard returned to silence.

Yang Cheng and Feng Jiuge found a small room where the Tomb Guardian lived. It wasn’t large, only containing a single bed and a table, with some clutter piled in the corner, making it seem like no one had lived there for a long time.

"The conditions are a bit rough, but we’ll make do for the night."

Yang Cheng patted the dust off the bed and sat at its edge.

Feng Jiuge looked around, her gaze landing on the single bed, her lips curving slightly upwards as she asked, "There’s only one bed, how do we sleep?"

"I’ll sleep on the floor, you sleep on the bed."

Yang Cheng said matter-of-factly.

"The floor is too cold and not good for your health. We’re both cultivators, so we don’t have to be that particular. We can just squeeze together."

Feng Jiuge also sat at the edge of the bed, her body leaning close to Yang Cheng.

"Alright then."

Yang Cheng nodded in agreement and immediately took off his jacket to lay it on the bed, letting Feng Jiuge lie down.

As night fell, the two lay squeezed together on the single bed, bodies almost touching. Yang Cheng could clearly feel Feng Jiuge’s body warmth and soft touch, making the atmosphere instantly ambiguous.

Feng Jiuge suddenly turned over to face him, her beautiful eyes glimmering in the darkness.

"Yang Cheng, do you think that old Yin will come tonight?"

"I’m not sure, but it’s highly likely he’ll come. He’s seriously injured and needs to recover quickly, so he has to take the risk."

Feng Jiuge fell silent for a moment, then suddenly reached out, gently caressing Yang Cheng’s chest, "Is your injury... better now?"

Yang Cheng’s body stiffened as he grabbed her hand, "Senior Sister, stop messing around."

"I’m not messing around. I just want to check your injury."

Feng Jiuge’s voice was soft, carrying a hint of charm.

"How does checking an injury lead to touching all over?"

"Then how do you suggest checking it?"

Feng Jiuge’s lips curved upwards slightly, her other hand reaching over, this time slipping directly inside his shirt, her slender fingertips sliding across his chest, causing a tremble.

Earlier in the practice room, they almost started a fight, and Yang Cheng had been holding in a fiery rage, easily ignited, flaring up instantly.

"Since we can’t sleep tonight, why don’t we do something meaningful?"

Feng Jiuge’s breath was like orchids, her delicate body entwined around Yang Cheng, using her toes to touch his body.

"Mmm... you’re so big! You’re the most impressive man I’ve ever met."

She moaned charmingly, her small hand reaching down.

Yang Cheng’s breathing quickened, gritting his teeth, "Senior Sister, I used to think you were quite proper, but I didn’t expect you to be so provocative in private, even daring to entice me in the graveyard."

"I’m afraid, which is why I need your warmth, Little Junior Brother. Give it to me quickly. I really want it."

"Damn!"

Hearing such seductive words, Yang Cheng felt he was about to burst, immediately flipping over and pressing Feng Jiuge down, pulling down her pants and raising her beautiful leg to thrust inside.

"Ah... bastard... trying to kill me!"

Feng Jiuge cried out, feeling as if she was being torn apart.

"Didn’t you ask me to hurry? Since you tempted me, you have to bear it."

With that, Yang Cheng quickly moved his hips, launching a fierce attack.

Among all of his women, Senior Sister had definitely been through many battles. Not long after they started, she stopped feeling pain and began to move her hips to match him.

"Ah... so good... Little Junior Brother!"

Feng Jiuge moaned, her abdomen surging with golden True Qi, intertwining with Yang Cheng’s True Qi.

Enduring Yang Cheng’s fierce pounding was satisfying enough, but when the two streams of True Qi merged, it was even more pleasurable. So it wasn’t long before Feng Jiuge screamed, reaching a peak.

"Shh... keep it low. If we’re heard, Yin Wujiang will definitely run away."

Yang Cheng reminded her quietly, but his movements didn’t pause.

Feng Jiuge bit her red lips, emitting kitten-like whimpering sounds, her delicate face full of restraint and allure.

This look made her even more tempting, making it impossible for Yang Cheng to resist. He gripped Feng Jiuge’s waist and attacked mercilessly, the small single bed creaking under their movements.

They wordlessly engaged in the most primal activity, but doing such a thing in the graveyard heightened the senses.

Feng Jiuge was drenched in fragrant sweat, reaching the peak once again, but Yang Cheng hadn’t yet released. Suddenly, outside an unusual sound rang out.

They both froze, holding their breaths, maintaining their intimate posture.

"Rustle rustle rustle..."

It sounded like something crawling over the grass, the noise growing clear as it approached.

Feng Jiuge quickly sobered up, a trace of tension flashing in her beautiful eyes as she asked in a low voice, "Has that old Yin come?"

Before her voice fell, a low roar sounded outside, unlike any human sound, more like a beastly cry, yet carrying an indescribable eerieness and sinister air.

Feng Jiuge shivered slightly, instinctively curling into Yang Cheng’s arms.

Yang Cheng wrapped his arm around her shoulder, softly reassuring her, "Don’t be afraid, I’m here."

He activated his X-ray Vision, peering through the walls to look outside.

Under the moonlight, several black silhouettes were slowly moving in the graveyard.

Some of these figures were tall, others short, their movements stiff and slow, like marionettes, wobbling forward.

Three Ghost Corpses!

They wore burial clothes, covered with soil and carrying a foul odor, looking especially terrifying in the moonlight.