Dark Currents

While people at the base celebrated through the night, a surface camp stood not far away.

Jiang He pushed open a door. The moment he entered, he saw a man lying on the floor.

The man was foaming at the mouth. His face was ashen, he wore no clothes, and his chest had stopped rising.

Judging by the look of it, he had died from excessive sexual depletion.

"What terrible luck."

The old man spoke softly.

"What are you saying, Old Master?"

A seductive voice rang out. The sound made Jiang He's body go limp, and his heart felt as though something had lightly scratched across it.

It itched, yet he could not scratch it. The sensation was extraordinarily uncomfortable.

Jiang He cursed that enchantress inwardly, but his face was covered in smiles.

"I didn't say anything. Haven't the others arrived yet?"

At the same time, he looked toward a woman walking out of the room.

Liu Man.

Liu Man walked out barefoot, wearing a long red dress of gauze.

The neckline was cut extremely low and wide, revealing a generous expanse of skin.

A pair of pale, slender legs flickered in and out of sight beneath the gauze. Now and then, one appeared through the slit in the skirt, and a flash of white, like a startled swan, entered Jiang He's vision.

The old man's mouth instantly went dry.

He glanced at the half-open Wood Door. Inside the room, on the floor beside the large bed, another man was lying there.

This man, however, had a knife stabbed into his back.

A pale, delicate finger reached beneath Jiang He's chin and teased the beard there.

"Old Master Jiang, what are you looking at?"

"Are you tired? Otherwise, I could accompany you to lie down on the bed for a