Chapter 9

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Jiang Jiang and Liang Liang, this couple, have been in a passionate relationship ever since they tasted the sweetness.

But there were also external influences involved, such as when their master came up the mountain to visit them and thoughtfully burned several good things for them. Unfortunately, we can’t tell you what those things were, but they were equally delightful, making Liang Liang blush just the same.

Liang Liang, inside the luxurious coffin, felt as if he had been washed by water, damp and squirming between his palms. He cried and begged Jiang Jiang for help.

Jiang Jiang kissed him while sitting on top of him, lifting up his green robes.

“I’ll help you.”

The object taken out from the brazier still carried the lingering heat. They finally began, but we can’t mention what happened afterward, because it was locked away by the censors.

Jiang Jiang entered, cold and wet, not even needing any lubrication. With a slam, Liang Liang immediately felt how deep he was.

Now, his buttocks were cool, and even inside his insides felt cool. They started moving, accompanied by a cool sensation.

As if a sensitive spot was being teased, Liang Liang was instantly filled with a tremendous thrill. He let out a cry and then moaned uncontrollably. Below, he was filled by Jiang Jiang, and he received Jiang Jiang’s wet and cold kisses. It felt as if a sensitive nerve was being continuously stimulated by a long, cool object entering Liang Liang, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.

He moaned and groaned, and the speed of their thrusts became faster and faster, with continuous overflow of water, from both Jiang Jiang and Liang Liang. Due to this relentless assault, Liang Liang’s moans grew higher and higher, and he tightly wrapped his legs around Jiang Jiang. The two ghostly bodies intertwined and merged, thrusting and shaking back and forth.

“Hmm… Jiang… Jiang…”

The sound of wet thrusting was barely audible, and Liang Liang’s breath became rapid. Like a lost soul, he could only moan aimlessly.

Calling out Jiang Jiang’s name, wanting him to stop or wanting him to go faster. Finally, the tireless Jiang Jiang’s attacks became more intense. The coffin was filled with wet and sticky stains. Liang Liang’s soul was on the verge of collapsing and he was left paralyzed in the coffin, his consciousness becoming hazy.

“Wife,” Jiang Jiang called out hoarsely.

Liang Liang was clearly too occupied to respond. “Faster… Faster.”

Liang Liang made a wretched face, but as long as he forgot quickly, it wouldn’t be him who said those words.

Finally, laughter echoed from the tomb, filled with ghostly delight.

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Sometimes, they would wander in the small grove.

They didn’t even need to take off their long robes. He held onto the tree trunk, while Jiang Jiang pressed against him from behind.

Occasionally, villagers would come up the mountain to gather wild preys or pass through the grove on their way to the cemetery to pay respects. 

Jiang Jiang entered, cold and wet, while Liang Liang watched the villagers pass by them, unable to control himself as he involuntarily moaned.

“It’s okay,” Jiang Jiang stroked his hair, “Liang Liang can be louder because no one can hear.”

The villagers stood beside them, suddenly feeling a chilling aura and looking around strangely. And beneath the tree trunk, there was a puddle of water, impossible to distinguish whether it came from Jiang Jiang or Liang Liang.

Jiang Jiang continued to make Liang Liang cry before relenting. The two ghosts floated back to the cemetery, under the covert glances of the other ghosts. Liang Liang quickly dove headfirst into the ground.

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In early spring, the little child came to bid farewell to Liang Liang.

“Are you going to reincarnate?” Liang Liang was surprised. “But aren’t you worried about your parents?”

In the nearby cemetery, the child’s parents stood by the child’s grave. As usual, they brought many snacks. However, what was different this time was that the woman’s hand gently touched her slightly swollen belly, and she smiled at the man beside her. The child looked for a while, with longing in his eyes, before withdrawing his gaze.

“They have always regretted not rushing back home in time. I also know… From now on, there will be someone to take care of them.”

The child was eventually led into the cycle of reincarnation by the Yin emissary.

Liang Liang watched the parents supporting each other as they walked down the mountain. Although their clothes were washed almost white, they looked clean. Perhaps with the arrival of a new life, they would have a better future.

Then, he looked at Jiang Jiang.

“What about us?”

“What?” Jiang Jiang asked.

“When will we be reincarnated?”

“Let’s talk about it later.”

“Yeah, let’s talk about it later.”

Liang Liang gave Jiang Jiang a peck on the lips, satisfied, and happily floated back to his luxurious coffin.

(The End)

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