Chapter 312

Chapter 312: Why Are We Back Again

In the next room, Jiang Liu Bin felt embarrassed-very embarrassed.

His older brother wasn’t so heartless as to make him do that kind of thing before he was an adult, so his room had only him in it, with no random women around. But this was a brothel at night, and any room with people in it was definitely not meant for simple sleeping.

Music and singing from the hall slipped in through the cracks, and strange noises started up in the room to his left. As someone from the martial world who was only a year away from adulthood, he had seen a lot, but he had never faced a scene like this. The pure Fourth Young Master Jiang instantly felt restless. He didn’t even dare get on the bed, as if some wild beast was waiting there for him.

He planned to sit it out all night, then at daybreak drag his third brother home no matter what: [Tomorrow I’m hauling Third Brother back-even if I have to tie him.]

Suddenly, he realized something was wrong. His third brother’s room was on his right. The man and woman in the room to the left had already “fought” through who knew how many rounds, yet his third brother’s side was totally silent.

A boy who hadn’t been through this kind of thing didn’t know people could take longer or shorter, didn’t know some liked to act cultured and “build feelings” before the games began, and didn’t know there were men who finished really fast. He only felt it was strange.

Could Third Brother be in trouble?

Thinking of his sister’s prediction, Jiang Liu Bin decided to go take a look. He opened his door just as the door to the left opened too. The people inside had finished a round and were calling for water.

The man glanced at Jiang Liu Bin’s waist and below, saw it was flat, and clicked his tongue in surprise. Jiang Liu Bin didn’t notice the odd look and said, worried: “I want to check on my third brother.”

The man froze, then his eyes turned very strange: “It isn’t right to bother Third Young Master at a time like this.”

Jiang Liu Bin frowned and said: “You don’t understand,” then lifted his foot to step out.

The man hurried to block him. However wild they played, no one wanted a bystander barging in during the moment.

He said: “Fourth Young Master, Third Young Master’s martial arts are strong. He’ll be fine.”

Jiang Liu Bin didn’t want to argue and pushed the man aside. “Fourth Young Master!” the man called, flashing in front of him again: “This isn’t how you do things. Your brother is busy in there. If you rush in now, he’ll be angry.”

As Jiang Liu Bin neared his third brother’s room, he suddenly felt something very wrong-cold and sticky, totally different from the bright, noisy mood of the brothel. His heart jumped wildly. [This place feels wrong.] His sister’s prediction popped into his head again, and he stiffened: Third Brother really was in trouble!

Inside the room, Jiang Liu Shuang finally yanked his foot free. He didn’t care what the black-red goo stuck to it was. He rolled off the bed in one motion and sprinted for the door. His heart pounded like it was about to leap out of his chest, every hair on his body stood up, and a string inside his head felt stretched to the snapping point. The closer he got to the door, the heavier his fear grew.

Would that thing catch up?

On impulse, he glanced back. The thing was gone. The bed and the corners of the room showed no trace of it. He relaxed-at least he didn’t want to stay in this room any longer. He exhaled and turned his head-right into a rotten face, almost nose to nose.

“Ahhh!” Jiang Liu Shuang fell on his butt in fright.

He yelled, voice tearing: “Y-you! Don’t come any closer!”

“Sanlang, am I not beautiful?” The female ghost sounded wronged, her mournful voice soft and lingering. If he heard this voice somewhere else, Jiang Liu Shuang might have felt his blood heat up. But now he felt the chill hidden under that sorrowful tone; there was no room in his mind for romance.

He shouted, half-breaking down: “We have no grudge! Why are you haunting me?”

“Have you truly forgotten me?” The female ghost’s rotten face turned ice-cold in an instant, and a killing chill surged. Jiang Liu Shuang almost froze to death; he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

Just when he thought he was done for, the door was kicked open. His foolish younger brother rushed in like a god, pushing back the darkness and bringing light. Jiang Liu Shuang had never found his foolish brother so pleasant to look at.

“Third Brother!” Jiang Liu Bin hadn’t expected to see this: a female ghost with rotting flesh, and his usually graceful, romantic Third Brother looking utterly miserable.

He had ignored their friend’s attempts to stop him and insisted on coming. The friend, not wanting to get scolded, had gone back to his pleasures. Jiang Liu Bin, still uneasy because of his sister’s prediction, knocked at his third brother’s door. No matter how he knocked, there was no response, so he kicked the door open.

The female ghost looked at Jiang Liu Bin and giggled: “Another handsome young gentleman.” She drew a deep breath and sighed: “Such thick pure yang power… so clean.”

Jiang Liu Bin stiffened: [Help! There’s a creepy ghost!]

“Third Brother, run!” he shouted.

Both brothers were fast. Jiang Liu Shuang had been stunned by the horror show and forgot he even knew lightness skill. Now that he’d gathered a bit of sense, he leaped to his brother’s side, and the two of them rushed for the doorway together. As for fighting the ghost… they didn’t dare even think about it.

The door wasn’t closed. Strangely, the noise outside had vanished. The whole brothel felt empty, leaving only the two brothers and one ghost. The door stood wide open, as if inviting them to leave or stay as they pleased.

They definitely didn’t want to stay. Though it felt wrong, there was no time to think. They sprang through the doorway. When Jiang Liu Shuang’s feet hit the floor, he felt like he’d been reborn. The joy of escaping death almost brought him to tears.

But before he could celebrate, Jiang Liu Bin whispered, voice shaking: “H-How… how are we back again?”