154: Six-Tailed Fox vs. Succubus: A Complete Victory!

[Someone died, will it be discovered?]

Ling Qi squatted down decisively and pulled a faintly glowing healing syringe from her exquisite suit pocket.

She lightly gripped the syringe, precisely piercing the needle into the slender, fair neck of the pretty boy, and slowly pushed the plunger, injecting all the medicinal liquid inside.

Then, Ling Qi pulled a pill from another pocket and put it into the pretty boy's mouth... [Nice! Successfully acquired experimental subject +1.]

[No adverse reactions observed so far...]

[Preliminary judgment: Western monsters have good adaptability to this type of drug~]

As Ling Qi completed her series of smooth operations, the pretty boy's originally rapid and weak breathing gradually stabilized.

The consciousness that had nearly vanished just now also began to slowly recover, becoming clearer.

He blinked his eyes, looking up at Ling Qi's gentle, water-like smile, and an indescribable feeling of gratitude welled up in his heart.

Tears welled up in his eyes, and his throat was so choked up that he could barely speak: "Are... are you... an Eastern... Goddess?"

The Succubus's pink heart-shaped tail, as if driven by instinct, quietly peeked out.

Like a nimble snake, it tightly wrapped around Ling Qi's ankle.

Ling Qi stared at the little heart-shaped tail, and a thought suddenly occurred to her. "Next year's entertainment budget for the Ghost Soldier Legion can be cut significantly."

"Succubi are creatures that can be male or female; they're simply wonderful!"

Ling Qi smiled and rubbed his little head, took off her suit jacket, folded it, and placed it under the pretty boy's head.

Then, she stood up, the gentle smile that had just filled her face vanishing, replaced by a cold and sharp expression. "Is it possible that I am the Eastern Ghost Messenger from your Succubus ancestral memories?"

Hearing this, the pretty boy's already bloodless face instantly turned as pale as paper.

Immediately afterward, his head tilted, and his whole body fell straight back like a puppet with its strings cut, completely losing consciousness and falling into a coma.

"Lord Ghost Messenger!!!" A burst of terrified shouts erupted from the crowd.

Meanwhile, Ling Qi looked indifferent. She narrowed her eyes slightly and said coldly, "I don't want to hear your long-winded nonsense. Take me to see your Patriarch immediately."

Hearing this, the surrounding succubi all showed looks of alarm and exchanged glances with each other.

[How could there be a Ghost Messenger in this world as beautiful as a flower? She's even more enchanting and cold than us succubi!]

When they recalled Ling Qi's ruthless methods when she killed someone without hesitation just now, they couldn't help but shudder again.

In other words, this woman who looked like a peerless beauty was likely a middle-management leader from the Underworld.

At this thought, the surrounding succubi involuntarily took two steps back, fearing they might accidentally anger this harbinger of death.

After all, for succubi, the human race had always been a very dangerous and unpredictable existence.

Even those relatively weak individuals were always trying various ways to challenge the strong.

There were once many powerful monsters who, because they looked down on the weak appearance of humans, ended up dying at the hands of those "weak humans" they regarded as ants.

If even weak individuals among humans were so terrifying, then the degree of terror of a strong person from the East like Ling Qi was naturally even more self-evident.

During the Middle Ages, one of the things Eastern Cultivators were most passionate about was dealing with those Western monsters who dared to cross the border and invade.

Their methods were ruthless, striking fear into the hearts of monsters.

For these monsters that crossed the line, the Cultivators would show no mercy, skinning and deboning them, and using unique spells and techniques to turn them into various magical artifacts, pills, and even meat jerky that made "monsters" hair stand on end... These scenes were simply horrific!

However, time passed, and the situation today had undergone a huge change.

The monsters that were once protected by Western Evil Gods had been miserably abandoned. Without the blessing of divine power, they were even less able to confront Eastern powerhouses with extraordinary strength.

Dao Ke nervously watched every move of the surrounding crowd of succubi.

He reached out to rub his head, but suddenly felt the tail hidden in his pants starting to break into a cold sweat.

The sweat soaked the fur on his tail, making him feel itchy all over.

"My Lord, I beg of you, could you please not take action?" Dao Ke pleaded with a trembling voice.

"Hmph, do you think the Succubus race still has a choice?" Ling Qi replied coldly.

Dao Ke took a deep breath, slowly bent his waist, and said respectfully, "My Lord, please follow me."

...When they walked into the bar, the first thing that caught their eyes were several rotating mirror balls hanging from the ceiling, flashing with dazzling light.

These mirror balls were of various colors—crimson, dark green, light blue... The colorful balls swung wildly back and forth on the ceiling... Not only that, the light emitted by the rotating mirror balls became even more fragmented after refraction.

Like grains of brilliant starlight, it scattered into every corner of the entire bar.

Several sets of audio equipment that could be called top-tier nightclub level played music filled with various sexually suggestive and lewd sounds.

On the stage, dazzling lights flashed intermittently.

Reflecting the entire venue like a dream. A group of graceful young ladies were dancing around shiny steel poles.

Their slender waists twisted like water snakes, and their long, beautiful legs drew charming arcs in the air, every gesture exuding endless charm... The bar's space was not small, but at this moment, not a single human figure could be seen inside.

Only near the bar counter, a small circle of succubi sat sparsely. Counting carefully, there were only eight of them.

Each Succubus sat upright in their seat, with exquisite wine glasses and a dazzling array of food placed in front of them.

But surprisingly, despite the delicious food and wine at hand, all the succubi present had solemn expressions and were exceptionally nervous.

Not a single Succubus showed the slightest interest in the delicacies before them; they didn't even move their cutlery or take a sip of wine.

The bar continued to play seductive and lewd music unscrupulously. The common wild lights kept jumping and changing colors, as if trying to suck in one's soul.

But even such a noisy and unrestrained atmosphere could not make this group of succubi feel the slightest bit of relaxation or joy.

In the past, those things that allowed them to suck Essence and enjoy themselves to their heart's content...

At this moment—all of them had lost their original magic and efficacy.