Her equally plump face was frighteningly pale, as if she had just crawled out of a bag of flour, and white powder kept flaking off. Her thick lips were painted with blood-red, blood-red lipstick.
As soon as Wang Lin approached the small alley, a scent of cheap perfume mixed with foul odor assaulted him.
He stood rooted to the spot, contemplating turning back and leaving.
But the madam clearly wouldn't let Wang Lin have his way. She struck a provocative pose toward Wang Lin, grinned, and revealed a set of large, yellow, flat teeth.
"Sir, come on in and have some fun!"
The madam's voice was neither male nor female. Wang Lin narrowed his eyes and finally noticed the beard stubble that couldn't be concealed by the madam's heavy makeup.
This is a man!?
"Sir, come in and play. The girls here are good and cheap."
The madam said, stepping aside. Wang Lin also noticed a faint pink light glowing in the alley.
"Lead the way. Don't touch me!"
Wang Lin frowned under the black robe and said in a deep voice.
"Alright, Sir, this way please!"
The madam's face lit up with joy. He immediately walked in front to lead the way, glancing back at Wang Lin from time to time, seemingly afraid that he wouldn't follow.
Following the madam into the small alley, behind the curtain of a small doorway in the alley, the pink light was emanating.
As soon as he entered the curtain glowing with pink light, the madam hollered in a coarse voice.
"Girls, come out and receive the customer!"
Immediately, a group of heavily made-up women, whose ages were completely indiscernible, emerged from various parts of the pink-lit hall.
These "girls" were dressed almost identically to the madam, or rather, they were all...
"Men."
Wang Lin muttered, observing the "girls" who came out. He silently took a step back, a hint of coldness on his face.
Boom!
A faint dragon's might permeated the air. Under the black robe, Wang Lin's eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty light. He twisted the madam's neck and slammed him to the ground.
An invisible fluctuation erupted from his body, directly throwing these "girls" flying.
"Call out the person behind you!?"
Wang Lin shouted. These Evil Soul Masters are truly perverted. Running a place like this is one thing, but all the people they use are men!
"Sir, she's not here!"
The madam, pinned to the ground by Wang Lin, was not flustered at all, with only numbness in his eyes. He spoke calmly.
The "girls" who were thrown backward all got up, looking at Wang Lin with numb expressions, appearing resigned to death.
This...
Wang Lin felt a chill in his heart seeing all this. He lifted the madam with one hand, "Where is that person? Lead the way!"
"Put me down, and I'll take you."
At this point, the madam regained a male voice. A glimmer of light appeared in his numb eyes, and a hint of pleading was added to his gaze.
Confirming that the madam was only a two-ring Soul Grandmaster, Wang Lin put him down and motioned for him to lead the way.
The madam showed no sign of resistance and walked toward the group of "girls," who immediately made way.
Wang Lin then noticed a black iron door behind the hall.
Crack!
The iron door opened, revealing a dark, long passage. Wang Lin took out the Staff of Life. With a shake of his black robe, gray light spots silently fell onto the ground.
Invisible psychic energy scanned the passage. The madam walked into the passage first, and Wang Lin followed behind, entering the long corridor.
Click, click, click!
Invisible wall lamps lit up one after another, and the black iron door slammed shut.
Outside the iron door, the "girls" in the hall exchanged glances, and one of them went out to continue soliciting customers.
Inside the passage, the dim yellow lights were on. Wang Lin noticed many dried bloodstains on the floor of the corridor.
The madam walking in front of him seemed accustomed to it.
Suddenly, a piercing scream came from the depths of the passage. The sound was not loud, but Wang Lin heard it clearly.
The madam in front of him trembled slightly, but his pace did not change.
As they went deeper, the screams gradually increased, one after another. Along with the screams was a hysterical, hoarse voice.
"You base fat whore, I'll whip you to death! I'll whip you to death, hahaha! Scream! Scream louder!"
Hearing that voice, Wang Lin's brows furrowed slightly.
Before long, they passed through the passage, and a circular, dark hall came into Wang Lin's view.
On the floor of the hall, various broken limbs and internal organs were scattered everywhere. The fresh and dried blood had turned the ground a purplish-black color.
In the center of the hall, a fat man dressed identically to the madam was currently hanging suspended. Below him stood a person completely shrouded in a black robe, with black mist constantly emanating outwards.
From the person's figure, it could be seen that she was a woman. The woman was holding a bone whip and continuously lashing the fat man's body.
In a corner not far away, several other plump figures were huddled there with ashen faces, their fate unknown.
The pervasive smell of blood, combined with the scene in the hall, made Wang Lin feel a sense of nausea in his heart.
Seemingly noticing Wang Lin, the woman turned her head. A face of absolute beauty held intense disgust, and a pair of blood-red eyes fixed on Wang Lin.
"Get out!"
Wang Lin was stunned by the sound. This woman clearly knew him; otherwise, she would have directly attacked at the first sight of him.
Immediately, Wang Lin tore off his black robe, revealing his right hand, which had transformed into a dragon claw. A dragon's might permeated his gray-gold eyes.
"Give me a reason not to kill you!"
"Hahahahahahaha." The woman was startled for a moment, then burst into laughter. Her hoarse voice rang out, "Kid, don't think I won't dare to kill you just because you're the Great Enshrined's disciple."
"Try me and find out."
Wang Lin showed no fear and beckoned to the woman.
"Courting death!"
Suddenly, the woman let out a fierce, upward shriek, and the surrounding air violently twisted.
Bang!
The head of the fat man, who was closest to the woman and suspended, suddenly exploded like a watermelon. Splattering blood and organs fell onto the woman.
Wang Lin only felt that the shriek penetrated deep into his soul, and his head felt like it had been hit by a muffled punch.
"Lion's Roar?"
Wang Lin shook his head, shocked. Spiritual power combined with sound waves!? That was quite interesting. He clenched his right hand. It seemed he could also do it.
"Roar!"
A dragon's roar suddenly erupted. Spiritual power, mixed with dragon's might, blasted straight toward the woman. The surrounding air also twisted.
However, the power was much less than the woman's shriek. The madam standing next to Wang Lin did not have his head explode; he merely squatted on the ground, trembling.
It didn't even cause much impact on the woman. The woman's low, hoarse, yet strangely sharp voice sounded in Wang Lin's ears.
"Die, Curse of Resentment!"
As the words fell,
A bizarre, ethereal white shadow appeared above Wang Lin's head. A peculiar power drilled into Wang Lin's body, but it caused no effect whatsoever.
It was instantly swept clean by the power released by the Staff of Life within Wang Lin's Spiritual Sea.