He stepped off the stage.
He walked into a lavish Chinese-style pavilion.
Crimson silk draped every beam and pillar. Dragon-and-phoenix wedding candles burned silently, their eerie green flames flickering and casting an uncanny glow over everything.
"The young lady is upstairs. This way, son-in-law~"
The ghost maid gave a sinister chuckle.
Qi Wu climbed the stairs, treading on creaking wooden boards as he made his way to the second floor.
The second floor was the female ghost's boudoir.
A strange, cloyingly sweet fragrance filled the air, like aged cosmetics mingled with something rotten.
A translucent red gauze canopy hung over the carved canopy bed in the center of the room.
A slender, alluring figure reclined on her side within, her curves half-hidden behind the gauze, tracing breathtaking contours.
It was the Red-Clothed Female Ghost.
A red bridal veil still covered her head.
Now she sat on the bed, waiting quietly.
Like a newlywed bride in ancient times awaiting her husband.
Qi Wu looked her up and down.
He had to admit it.
This female ghost had a fine figure.
Even though a loose red wedding gown covered her entire body.
Judging by the long legs she had exposed.
They really were legs a man could spend a year admiring.
One leg extended from beneath her bridal skirt, draped languidly over the edge of the bed.
Its shape was impossibly perfect, pale and slender, smooth as jade. Framed by red gauze and eerie green candlelight, it radiated a heart-racing allure.
Bright red toenails adorned her delicate foot, like red plum blossoms fallen on snow, bewitching and dazzling.
She extended the tip of her tongue and slowly licked her scarlet lower lip, staring intently at Qi Wu as he entered. Her voice was so soft and seductive it practically dripped:
"My darling~