Outside Ling'an City, in Wild Cemetery,
The eerie wind swayed the tree branches, and the shifting dark shadows added to the overall grimness.
"Little Six, look at this girl, she's quite attractive. Why don't we..."
"Tiger Bro, we have hit the jackpot this time. This girl is clearly very young. What a pity, she seems half-dead already."
"Little Six, let's wrap this up quickly. After it's done, we can just dump her here and spare us the effort of cleaning up."
An odd shriek echoed through the darkness. Xiahou Yuan suddenly opened her eyes. A chilling light flashed and faded in her eyes.
Facing the two pairs of hands reaching out to her, Xiahou Yuan hooked her fingers and quickly stabbed at the lascivious eyes before her.
An agonizing scream erupted.
Xiahou Yuan propped herself up from the ground, her face soaked in cold sweat.
Foreign memories surged into her consciousness like a deluge: the legitimate daughter of the Xiahou Mansion, born without a spirit root, a complete waste, the Regent's marriage proposal...
What was all this?
Had she... traveled through time?
Rationality returned to Xiahou Yuan, and she let out a cold laugh. She was originally the gold medal spirit handler from 'Dawn' — the leading spirit handling organization in China. Unexpectedly, she obtained the Ten Thousand Ghosts Ring and was framed and killed during a mission.
But, those who betrayed her would have never thought, Xiahou Yuan had been given a chance to start over!
Just as she was pondering how to deal with her reincarnation, Xiahou Yuan suddenly felt a surge of heat rise from her body. Two delicate fingers rested on her wrist, causing Xiahou Yuan's expression to change drastically.
Aphrodisiac, and top-quality at that. The antidote? To be intimate with a man. Dammit, who could be audacious enough to inflict her with such a poison?
Subconsciously, Xiahou Yuan formed a seal with her hand, and a vague, ghostly figure drifted out from a body lying on the ground.
"Master, what are your orders?"
The ghostly figure bleeding from its eyes was none other than the thug, Zhang Hu, whom Xiahou Yuan had just killed.
Xiahou Yuan shuddered, her spiritual power was still intact!
But she didn't have the leisure to be delighted as her body was growing hotter by the second. Xiahou Yuan hurriedly stood up and looked around: "Damn it, I'm in the middle of nowhere; where am I supposed to find a man?!"
"Master, I can help you capture one," said the ghost of Zhang Hu expressionlessly.
"Catch your own big ghost head."
"Okay, I will catch a big ghost head."
"..."
Seeing that the ghost was about to leave, Xiahou Yuan quickly asked, "Wait, why am I here?"
The ghost of Zhang Hu blankly replied, "This is the mass grave site. Miss Xiahou Qing of the Xiahou estate commanded us to discard the body of the Ghost King here, then..."
To the ghosts, exorcists were all powerful souls on par with a Ghost King. Their physical bodies were seen as hosts. Xiahou Yuan didn't delve into why the ghosts of this world referred to her body in such a manner, and waved her hand to dismiss the ghost.
There's no way a living man existed in a mass grave site to cure her. Grinding her teeth, Xiahou Yuan dragged her weak body and began walking out of the mass grave site.
"This is..."
Next to the small river, Xiao Hou Ying's face was filled with ecstatic joy. Buddha bless, she had finally seen a living male being.
Xiao Hou Ying could hardly wait and walked over, prepared to make do. However, once she got closer and saw him clearly, she found herself salivating with desire.
Such a handsome and elegant man, as if the moonlight had taken on a physical form. He was sitting quietly in the stream of pebbles, like sitting on a bright mirror stand filled with white lotuses. The man perfectly blended in with the moonlight, beauty beyond measure, beauty so profound that it could not be violated.
Xiao Hou Ying hesitated slightly. Such a man was not to be defiled.