Lord Wraith floated in the air. Mia Lin was already gripped tightly by several withered, tree-like hands, unable to move an inch.
"You've worked hard, Mia Lin. Heh, after waiting for a thousand years, you must be exhausted. Even coming here, I pretended not to know you. I imagine that must have hurt inside. I'm sorry."
As Lord Wraith spoke, Mia Lin was lifted up by the withered tree hands and brought before him. Lord Wraith placed a hand on Mia Lin's cheek.
"The most beautiful things, indeed, should be saved for last."
With that, Lord Wraith tore open Mia Lin's clothes with a rip, then pressed his mouth to hers, kissing her forcefully. Mia Lin couldn't move at all, only whimpering. I felt as if something was passing through Lord Wraith's mouth, slowly entering Mia Lin's.
Mia Lin, who had been struggling, gradually went completely still.
"Damn it, you bastard! Are you even a man? Sick freak!"
My cousin shouted furiously. All of us began to struggle, tossing Spirit Charms out, but this time, the charms had no effect. They fell like scraps of paper into the black water, then seemed to burn away and disappeared.
Lord Wraith's hands roamed over Mia Lin's body, caressing her relentlessly, his eyes filled with lust.
"Truly a fine woman. In all these thousand years, none of the women I've touched compare to you, Mia Lin. Heh, tonight is truly beautiful. Only a few hours left—it's almost time."
"Fuck you! Damn it!" My cousin struggled desperately, but suddenly, a surge of purple Rakshasa Sludge wrapped around his mouth, silencing him completely.
Abruptly, I shut my eyes. Mia Lin was already stripped bare, and Lord Wraith toyed with her relentlessly.
"Ha ha, just as I thought, just as I hoped! I've finally found it—the way to become Ghost Sovereign. Mia Lin, I owe it all to you. Ha ha! Just a few more hours now."
"Qingyuan, open your eyes. Don't give up!" Rachel Lan shouted sternly from the side.
I slowly opened my eyes. Mia Lin was gone, and Lord Wraith sat at the edge of the bed, watching me with a curious, amused gaze.
"Du Zesheng, think carefully. You..."
"Zhang Qingyuan, don't mention that name again. I am who I am—Lord Wraith. No matter how you shout, I remain Lord Wraith. My past life was nothing but a dream in these endless years. Heh."
Lord Wraith spoke as he stood up and walked over, placing a hand under Rachel Lan's chin.
"What are you doing, damn it!"
I roared, my body completely restrained, unable to move an inch.