Journey to the End of the Night Chapter 1492 - 932: Foxes Have the Craftiest Minds_2

Brothel quarter?

Brothel quarter!!!

Baili An was on the verge of quelling the throbbing in his temple vessels.

He clenched his jaw, demanding, "Where is my wife at this moment?"

Following the direction indicated by several courtesans, Baili An peered through a sheer screen.

He was met with a fierce, covetous gaze, a look that sent shivers down one's spine.

The voluptuous fox spirit, who harbored thoughts of devouring him, appeared expressionless, yet lounged alluringly on a divan.

Astonishingly, a dozen beautiful courtesans surrounded her, gently waving their perfumed scarves.

Each supple, amorous figure leaned heavily against her.

Their soft, fair hands, delicate and nimble, meticulously pinched and caressed the fox spirit's form.

It seemed to be a common trait among fox spirits, much like canines, to relish being stroked and fondled all over.

She was apparently savoring the attention, completely indulging in the moment.

Despite her seemingly blank expression, the pleasure was unmistakable in her relaxed posture.

This display made her seem more like a patron than the actual patrons!

Baili An seethed with fury, his breathing growing ragged, and he coughed violently, a metallic tang filling his mouth.

Noticing his distress, Shu Ci's eyebrows shot up, and she quickly rose, weaving her way over.

Her movement wasn't intentionally seductive; rather, she was unaccustomed to her excessively mature physique and the considerable weight of her chest, which caused her shoulders to ache and made her forget her original gait.

It was truly an awkward predicament for the fox.

However, to anyone unaware, her swaying hips appeared rather unnatural.

This peculiar sway was indeed ostentatious, more captivating than the women of the brothel, a truly coquettish fox spirit.

Baili An was momentarily stunned by the captivating sway of her assets, his face paling as she seemed to overwhelm him.

He thrust his palm forward, commanding, "Stop, do not come near me!"

Shu Ci, not one to be easily deterred, pressed on and boldly took Baili An's hand.

She tilted her head slightly in contemplation, then, with a vacant expression, gently stroked Baili An's hand back and forth.

"Young master, please do not be angry, do not ruin your health. Your hand is so cold; it truly pains me deeply," she murmured.

Strangely, her words, though seemingly laden with affection, sounded as if recited from a script.

She was as devoid of emotion and expression as a cold stone.

Yet, even so, her words had a profound effect on Baili An.

Never before had anyone spoken such frivolous and wanton words to him.

His eyebrows arched as he was about to unleash his anger, but the dozen brothel women behind Shu Ci acted first, dabbing their eyes with scarves, lamenting:

"Sob sob sob, why has madam turned her back on us? We toiled serving her all night.

Your young lord has awakened, yet he won't even spare us a glance. When we fondled madam, her expression was quite alluring; it breaks our hearts, boo hoo hoo..."

"Initially, she praised our charming words, eager to hear more. Now she recites pleasantries she overheard to her lord. How can one abruptly change their tune? Such behavior would break even a heart of stone."

"Alas, though we are women, we are still not as fair as a young lord. This heartless behavior transcends gender, as it has been since ancient times.

Indeed, no happiness is everlasting, nor do flowers remain in bloom forever. We are merely performers, after all, how dare we harbor desires for your journeys, North Dream, South Morning, East Wandering, West Roaming.

Your affections are but a play; we should not foolishly insist on taking them seriously."

Each performer, deeply engrossed in their role, delivered a poignant and genuine drama, filling the small chamber with a vibrant performance.

Baili An struggled to contain his surging emotions.

This voluptuous fox spirit was inherently a wicked creature, still unlearned in proper conduct.

She was constantly picking up these corrupt habits from the women of the brothel!

He had asked her to find a secluded spot, and this was the result.

Unwittingly, Baili An noticed faint bite marks beneath his disheveled robes.

His face turned ashen as he yanked his hand back forcefully, demanding, "Did you, while I was asleep, break our pact and secretly bite me?"

Faced with such a direct accusation, Shu Ci appeared visibly guilty, averting her gaze and falling silent.

It was then that Baili An noticed his personal Qiankun Bag had been opened, with spiritual power seeping out.

His countenance darkened as he took it to examine it closely, finding most items still present, but all the Luminous Pearls gifted by Lin Yuan were missing.

He scrutinized Shu Ci, asking, "Did you take the Luminous Pearls from within?"

All the women gasped in unison.

This madam truly had a unique approach, using her husband's funds to indulge in the company of others, a truly unprecedented act.

Yet Shu Ci, possessing the thick skin of a fox, remained unfazed and bold despite her lack of justification.

"I provided for them, arranging lodging, sustenance, and exquisite liquors, along with delicate maidens for massages, leg rubs, chest caresses, and hair stroking – all of which demanded considerable funds.

You heartless wretch, while you rested in comfort, it was I who was exhausted. Had I not employed wealth to smooth the path, how could you have slept so soundly?"

What an utterly brazen and wicked fox she was!

Her words were artfully constructed, making them sound entirely plausible.

It seemed she had picked up these mannerisms from the brothels.

She was, by nature, an untamed vixen, adept at crafting intricate deceptions.

Meanwhile, Baili An was never one to dwell on trivialities; his genuine intention was for her to locate a dim, lightless cavern.

He desired only for him to be tossed in without further thought or care.

He was a Corpse Demon; he required no sustenance, much less elaborate feasts or fine spirits, nor did he have any need for young women to massage him, pinch his legs, rub his chest, or stroke his hair...