The Buddha's Heart Passes on the Lamp: Wu Song Receives a Spirit Infusion, and the Emergency Headband Is Developed! (Continued)

"Do I have to teach you how to serve someone?"

"I wouldn't dare."

Lin Chen hurriedly stepped forward twice and knelt beside the soft couch.

He grabbed a handful of snowflake salt, circulated the scant spiritual power within his body, and used his body heat to warm the salt grains slightly.

Only then did he carefully press them against Lady Ji's shoulder.

The moment his hand touched her, it felt smooth and velvety as cream.

That sensation was simply the ultimate pleasure in this world.

Yet Lin Chen keenly sensed that beneath that exquisitely beautiful skin lurked an extremely cold and violent aura.

Bone-chilling cold followed his fingertips and drilled straight into the gaps between his bones.

If not for Lin Chen's unusual constitution, an ordinary person's hand would probably have been frozen useless from just that touch.

"Hiss..."

As Lin Chen increased the pressure of his palm, the coarse grains of salt spread across her delicate skin.

Lady Ji let out a soft hum.

It was pain, but also pleasure.

This Official Salt naturally possessed the attributes of "warding off evil" and "righteous energy."

To ghostly entities, it was both a great tonic and a corrosive poison.

It could wash away the rotting corpse aura clinging to them, but the process was like being scorched by raging fire or scraping the bone to cure the poison.

Yet for an existence of Lady Ji's level, the salt's corrosive force instead resembled a deep massage laced with stinging pain.

It allowed her long-numb and rigid Ghost Body to feel, once again, a trace of the pain of being "alive."

"So hot... Yet this feeling is strangely captivating."

Lady Ji narrowed her eyes, and a sickly flush surfaced on her face.

Like a greedy cat, she took the initiative to follow the