It was like a vicious ghost breathing into his ear, sending a chill through his entire body. That voice in particular carried an intense possessiveness and resentment, beguiling him even as it sought to tear him apart and devour him.
Jian Ran's heart lurched. He spun around and darted back, then spoke when he saw a blurry mass of black mist. "If you want to talk, just talk. Cut out the scare tactics."
"Look closely. I'm not Sheng Le."
The Prince of Zhennan's outline suddenly sharpened, intense desire spilling from his scarlet eyes. "If you aren't Sheng Le, who is?"
"Why haven't I been able to see him all these years?"
"Hmm?"
He advanced step by step, and Jian Ran retreated step by step. "Because he doesn't want to see you."
"Doesn't want to?!" The Prince of Zhennan suddenly flew into a rage. "I won't allow him not to!"
"Why don't you think about what you did to him?" Jian Ran inwardly lamented. Fuck, why were all these vicious ghosts seething with resentment over relationship drama?!
If even one of them were hung up on money, this fucking counseling would be easier!
"You took him by force, forced yourself on him, forcibly suppressed him, forced-"
As though Jian Ran had touched a sore spot, the Prince of Zhennan's wavering figure suddenly closed in, and he seized Jian Ran by the throat. "You're slandering me!"
"Sheng Le was willing!"
Jian Ran could hear the bones in his neck creaking, but he made no rash move. "What, you want to kill me? Just like you killed all those sick people back then?"
"You thought that would stop the disease from spreading?!"
The Prince of Zhennan looked dazed for an instant, then turned stern and resolute again. "What did I do wrong?! Sacrificing