Chapter 5: Seeking Death
Ling Xi Wanderer woke from a dream. The solitary courtyard was fairly quiet, but keen six senses had their downside—nearby voices naturally drilled into his ears, buzzing like ants and mosquitoes, stirring unease in his heart. Beneath the earth, where sunlight never reached, many people's schedules were sheer "chaos." Red Fang Workshop's business knew neither morning nor night; the crowds were not dense, yet there was never a moment without people passing through.
The woman beside him wore nothing at all. Perhaps she had been exhausted earlier; even in deep sleep, she unconsciously let out soft moans, a living picture of sensual fragrance and color. Yet she could no longer stir any interest in him.
Red Fang Workshop was not exactly a brothel. The women inside did sell their flesh, but mostly entertained familiar patrons and lovers. By all reason, a stranger like Ling Xi Wanderer should not have been able to get any. But since he had set his mind to it, he had seventeen or eighteen methods to make a woman obediently submit.
Powdery skin and warm fragrance were his favorite flavor, yet now that he had gotten his wish, he only grew more agitated.
"While I'm fooling around here, that bastard doesn't care? He's left the 'bait' out far too long, hasn't he?"
Being unable to help oneself was painful like that. Thinking of it, he began to pity himself again. He had fought desperately for a way out, only to see success in sight before plunging headfirst into a dead end. Anyone would lose control. Irritated, he stopped paying attention to this side, straightened his clothes, and walked out of the small courtyard. At the gate, though, he hesitated, not knowing where to go.
At that moment, a figure turned out from