【Texture】(115, 116, 117)

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Author: Wandering Traveler,
May 5, 2016,
first published on sis. Chapter 115:
After running more than a hundred meters, as I rounded a curved passage, several blinding beams of light suddenly appeared and
instantly shone on my face. Caught off guard, I instinctively closed my eyes, retreating while
swinging the scythe in my hand.
Then, I heard a chorus of snickers…
Through my eyelids, I felt the bright light in front of me dim slightly, and only then did I stop retreating and
open my eyes.
With the help of the enemy's numerous lighting tools, I was finally able to see the situation before me, and I took a deep
breath.
A large group of men and women suddenly appeared in front of the narrow ancient sewer. The men were all wearing black
suits, while the women were all wearing the standard white dresses worn in yoga studios.
Du Jinlong, with a pistol pressed against his forehead by a man in a black suit, knelt before him, his face contorted with terror, still
screaming hysterically…
At this moment, how could I not understand the situation? The other party had clearly used the time while Yan Jing and I were talking
to rush to Xu Yue's cousin's house, or some other entrance I didn't know about, to enter the sewers and
ambush us. Du Jinlong, running ahead, was the first to be subdued
, then forced to scream at gunpoint, their aim being to lure us directly to them.
Turn and run?
The thought flashed through my mind, and just as I was about to act, I saw dozens of people part to either side, and
a Tibetan woman named Daye Rinpoche emerged from the crowd. Her appearance instantly made my
intention to disappear vanish completely.
The reason was simple: the way this woman appeared was so terrifying that, witnessing
the scene before me, I completely forgot to run.
Because this woman was actually sitting cross-legged, floating in the air, and then
drifting out from behind the crowd after they parted on both sides…
“No, no way… Could this woman really be some kind of living Buddha or Bodhisattva reincarnation? She can actually fly through the air?”
Suddenly witnessing this unbelievable scene, I was almost dumbfounded.
Flying in the sky… I’ve seen it before.
When I first met that tattooed female demon at the leather factory, she demonstrated the ability to “fly.”
Of course, she was a demon, not a human, and judging from the situation at the time, her “flight”
wasn’t strictly speaking true flight. She clearly used her windproof coat, taking advantage of the wind,
and then used her superhuman demonic physique to “ride the wind.” In short, that female demon glided with the wind.
But this woman before me was actually sitting cross-legged, floating motionless from the crowd
…
Daye. Rinpoche sat cross-legged, her left hand resting on her knee,
while her right hand was in a gesture commonly seen in Bodhisattva sculptures
. If she were holding a bottle with a willow branch in her left hand, she would be perfectly imitating the posture of Guanyin Bodhisattva in folk tradition. However, I couldn't sense any of the so-called "solemn and dignified appearance" of a Bodhisattva from her.
She was tilting her head, squinting her eyes, and looking me up and down as if I were a rare animal.
When she saw me, Du Jinlong looked at me with an apologetic and helpless gaze, and at the same time stopped
screaming and wailing. I didn't mind his behavior... If I were in his shoes
, with a gun to my head and outnumbered, I would probably have made the same mistake.
Since the other side chose to ambush us here, they must have calculated that they would have
to pass through here to get out of this ancient sewer. In that case, turning around and running away seemed pointless. Having figured this out, I sighed
and prepared to try and negotiate with the other party. But before I could even speak, Daye Rinpoche suddenly
stopped scrutinizing me. He said, "This man annoys me. Take care of him..."
Hearing Rinpoche's words, the man in the black suit who had been holding a gun to Du Jinlong's head immediately raised his hand and pointed the gun
at me.
Then I heard a "bang..." of a gunshot, and simultaneously felt something heavy
hit my head. I could even see red debris splattering above my eyelids.
My body then crashed backward, and as the pain from the impact reached my brain,
the world went dark...
The muffled gunshot echoed repeatedly in the sewer.
Daye. Propelled by that mysterious levitation force, Rinpoche floated motionless to my side
, glanced at me on the ground, frowned, and muttered to herself, "Dead just like that? Looks like it wasn't...
It must be some other ability. That's a bit of a pity... Or perhaps it could be used by me. Hmm... Oh well,
even if it's another ability, its illusion-breaking ability is still somewhat of a weakness to me. It's better that it's dead... If I couldn't use it, it
would have posed a threat to me sooner or later."
She then turned around in mid-air, looking at the yoga instructors and the man in the black suit, and said, "Besides these two,
that little bitch should also be in this sewer. Go in and block her, be careful, don't let
her pick us off one by one like last time."
Hearing Daye Rinpoche's words, the instructors and the man in the black suit bowed to her with their hands clasped in prayer, and then
surged into the depths of the sewer in a group. Meanwhile, Du Jinlong, who had witnessed me being shot in the forehead and falling to the ground,
was already pale with fright. After the man in the black suit gave a slight signal with his pistol, he
dared not resist or hesitate any longer, and immediately followed the others back under the "escort" of the man in the black suit.
A moment later, the voice of the man in the black suit, who had been attacked, rang out from the sewer: "Watch out, it's not just
that woman, there are others, they, they're shooting arrows!"
Daye. Rinpoche frowned upon hearing this, then
floated deeper into the sewer following the direction the others were heading. He stopped at the curved bend he had reached earlier, turned his head,
glanced at my "corpse" again, and shook his head after confirming the open wound on my forehead. Then, he stopped.
Ignoring it, I drifted deeper into the waterway…
“Am I dead?”
“So this is what death feels like.”
“It only hurt a little when I fell, that’s all. My head was blown apart, um… because my
nervous system has stopped working, so more pain didn’t have time to reach my brain! This
feeling isn’t bad… although it’s dark… it’s peaceful… because everything in the world
has nothing to do with me from now on!”
“From now on, I don’t have to go to the editorial department to clock in for three meals a day, and then have to watch
the faces of those leaders in the publicity department. I also don’t have to constantly face Old Wu’s mercenary face and the director’s wrinkled face
… but then again, they were all good people, and I’m really a little reluctant to say goodbye. If we’re talking about true liberation,
it should be Liu Qingqing and the others… from now on, I don’t have to listen to their gossip in the office anymore. That’s what
true peace and quiet is…”
"And Li Feng, Liu Tao, and the others... Sigh, I didn't have much time
to get together with them properly during Old Lu's funeral, and now that chance is gone. Hmm, but I bet they'll all come back for my funeral again... I never
thought I'd become the catalyst for their reunion..."
"...And Zhou Jingyi... I don't need to worry about explaining things to her anymore, or trying to
get back together with her! That's much easier... To be honest, I haven't come up with a
decent, respectable reason for having sex with Guan Xue and the others. They're all beautiful women, and so promiscuous... I
'm a normal man, after all. If I could control myself, I'd be a eunuch! The key is... that female
demon is still tempting me in my mind... Right... how could I forget about that demon? Although so far
... I've only had close contact with her twice. But, she gives me a really strange feeling..."
…As for what's strange about her, I can't quite put my finger on it! Knowing she's a demon… I still feel an
incredibly strong sense of intimacy towards her. Thinking back now… bickering with her via text messages, being teased and manipulated by her, was actually
quite enjoyable. Hmm, she said she wants to transform from a demon into a human? She wants my help… God knows how I could help
her? But there's no need to think about that now. Because I'm already dead…”
“…Heh, look at my tragic life! I actually died in an ancient sewer.
A complete failure in my career, always being used and manipulated in relationships… Oh well… why think so much? I'm
already dead… I'll just lie here and wait to rot, wait for my body to be collected, that's all… Why am I even thinking about that…”
"...Think? No, wait... How the hell am I still thinking? I got shot in the forehead... That
bullet should have gone straight into my brain! Shouldn't my brain have stopped working immediately? Are you kidding me
? A bunch of carbohydrates can withstand the impact of heavy metal? Could it be... that people can still think after they die?
No way..."
"...Or is it that I'm not dead? Is that possible? I'm Honglian... But I've never heard Wang Lie and those guys say that
Honglian can survive after a pistol bullet enters their brain? Honglian is powerful... but not immortal
. Wang Lie and the others clearly told me that there have been several Honglian in history, and without
exception, they are all dead now?"
"Wait...wait! I remember now...Wang Lie seemed to have mentioned something. The Crimson Lotus possesses a very shameless
natural ability! It's called the Crimson Lotus Backlash...anyone who kills the Crimson Lotus will immediately suffer
a near-death counterattack from the Crimson Lotus's karmic fire, perishing together with the Crimson Lotus under its burning flames. Because of this...even those capable
of killing the Crimson Lotus, or powerful demons, will only retreat when faced with it, unless absolutely necessary,
rather than choosing to perish together with the Crimson Lotus. And for this reason, those Crimson Lotuses in history were as
reckless as crabs, hunting down demons and monsters all over the world, without considering whether their abilities were truly
stronger than the demons they were hunting. Because the Crimson Lotus itself carries some kind of
negative effect that they themselves find unbearable. So, in their view, hunting down demons is an effective way to eliminate the negative effects of the Crimson Lotus. If they really
encounter a powerful demon, at worst they'll perish together with the demon,
thus completely freeing themselves from this ability, or perhaps the curse, of the Crimson Lotus through death."
"I am Crimson Lotus... But the moment I was shot, I didn't seem to see the guy who fired the shot suffer
the backlash from Crimson Lotus's flames, did I? Could it be... I'm not dead?"
"Let me think... The bullet hit my forehead... I saw my scalp and skull seem to
crack and splatter... Then, I felt an intense burning sensation at the point of impact! Hmm...
Burning is to be expected; bullets are inherently hot, so feeling the heat is normal, isn't it?"
"So, am I dead or alive?"
Just as I was wondering about my condition, I suddenly found myself
in a field, having emerged from complete darkness. I quickly looked around, only to see countless
soldiers in ancient armor, wielding spears and other cold weapons, engaged in a fierce battle all around me...
"This...this is a dream! So...I didn't die? And have I entered this continuous
ancient dream again?"
Because on this fierce ancient battlefield...I saw
battle flags clearly embroidered with the identities and origins of the two sides...
"Wu" and "Chu"!
Although my understanding of ancient warfare is extremely limited, after just a glance at the battlefield, I realized that
this battle was nearing its end, and the outcome was already very clear. The Chu army was defeated, and the Wu army was about to
win. Soldiers carrying Chu banners were scattering and fleeing, completely without formation. Meanwhile,
soldiers holding high Wu banners, under the command of numerous commanders, formed square formations that were
expanding like inkblots, attacking in all directions and relentlessly pursuing the scattered enemy soldiers.
I blinked, inexplicably wandering aimlessly across this vast battlefield.
The soldiers in the midst of battle were clearly completely unaware of my presence. They simply relentlessly pursued their enemies, occasionally displaying a ferocious...
Smiling, they bent down to cut off the heads of fallen enemy soldiers. I wasn't surprised by these soldiers' act of beheading the dead;
for a long time, ancient Chinese warfare practiced a system of "marking heads as merit," where soldiers
calculated their contributions in battle by taking enemy heads. Their actions were simply for the sake of
obtaining spoils and rewards.
In the distance, on a relatively flat area, I could see groups of ancient chariots rapidly
advancing in a certain direction. Clearly, the battlefield was fragmented into several smaller battlefields; that area was
where the chariot forces of both sides clashed, while my position was in the infantry battle.
I walked for a long time, seeing only sparse trees and soldiers running back and forth. Finally, I saw
a camp enclosed by a wooden fence on a hill rising from the plain. Without thinking
, I walked towards that camp.
The camp appeared to be the temporary command post of the Wu army in this battle. On the distant battlefield, soldiers
scattered and pursued the enemy, while several well-equipped military formations remained arrayed around the camp.
Realizing they couldn't see me, I swaggered through these heavily guarded formations and
walked straight into the camp. Finally, I arrived at a huge tent in the very center of the camp. Just
as I reached the entrance, a group of people emerged from the tent, escorting a single figure.
I quickly recognized the person being escorted—it was King Helü of Wu, whom I had seen in my dream
. He too was now clad in leather armor.
Gazing at the distant battlefield, he wore a smug, triumphant smile, appearing extremely pleased.
The generals surrounding him also smiled broadly, pointing and commenting on the battlefield, seemingly reporting on the battle situation, or
perhaps flattering and fawning upon their king.
Soon, among the crowd surrounding Helü, I recognized several
familiar faces I had seen in my previous dream, such as the white-haired Wu Zixu. He stood out starkly in the jubilant crowd,
for his face showed no smile, but rather a kind of exhilarating satisfaction born of hatred.
Noticing Wu Zixu's expression, I glanced back at the distant battlefield, pondered for a moment, and came to
my conclusion.
"Could it be that I am currently at Baiju? If so… that would explain Wu Zixu
's expression. The Battle of Baiju was Helü's final attack on Chu. After this battle, the Wu army
successfully captured Yingdu, the capital of Chu. For Wu Zixu, the family hatred he carried
could finally be avenged."
While pondering this, I noticed Qu Wu standing at the edge of the crowd. Like Wu Zixu, he
also stood out from the crowd. Everyone present, including Helü and Wu Zixu,
was clad in leather armor, except for him, who remained in a long robe and tall crown, maintaining his
image as a Warring States period scholar-official.
Helü was quite excited, chatting and laughing with those around him for a long time. Seemingly deciding it was time to go and reap
his final spoils, he waved repeatedly, ending his conversation. However, just as he
was about to take the lead and push his way through the crowd, Qu Wu seized the opportunity, quickly squeezing to his side
and whispering something in Helü's ear. Judging from his expression, it seemed he was explaining
something to Helü while simultaneously making a request.
Helü stood still, smiling as he listened to Qu Wu's words. Then, he gave a stiff, dry laugh…
From Helü's expression at that moment, I clearly realized that this guy seemed to be completely
perfunctory in responding to Qu Wu's request.
After laughing, Helü casually said a few words, gestured to the others around him, and then,
surrounded by his entourage, boarded an empty chariot lined up outside the camp entrance and drove off.
The military formations guarding the camp also began to move along with Helü and his generals' chariot. A moment
later, in the vast camp, apart from a few soldiers left to guard the rear and handle the aftermath, only Qu Wu remained,
standing alone outside the central command tent, lost in thought.
Clearly, he was aware of Helü's perfunctory attitude towards him, and he seemed quite
surprised, his face showing obvious disappointment and disbelief.
In an earlier dream, I witnessed this guy using some kind of magic in Xia Yu City to forcibly
turn the already dead Xia Nan into a demon, so I don't have a good impression of him. To me
, his actions
were no different from those evil scoundrels who led Lin Meimei astray, ultimately turning her and her son Lu Song into demons. Such a person was naturally no good.
But his current dejected expression stirred a certain degree of sympathy in me.
I couldn't help but shake my head and sigh…
"Fool… who is Helü? In ancient times, he was a king! In my era, he's
a politician! Can you trust a politician's words? Helü probably promised him
some kind of request after conquering Yingdu, and now he's going to break his promise!"
Sympathy aside… all of this was clearly irrelevant to me. To me, everything before me
was merely an illusion. I could see him, but he was completely unaware of my existence.
Just as I was about to turn away and follow Helü's route to seek the truth of history
, a newly appeared figure behind the central command tent drew my attention once more.
"Xia Jiang? Oh... no, it should be Xia Ji!"
Although I've seen this ancient first "ladies of the night" many times in my dreams, each appearance of hers
causes me to feel some kind of physiological reaction.
And now, unsurprisingly, I realize once again that my body is undergoing some kind of "mutation"!
"What... what's going on? Could it be that I'm really not dead? Right now... I'm just in
a deep sleep, like the previous times I entered this dream? Because... because I can actually feel
a distinct physiological reaction in that area!"
Xia Ji swayed slowly as she walked towards Qu Wu, each step seemingly displaying
the irresistible allure of a mature beauty.
Sure enough, upon seeing Xia Ji, Qu Wu's previous dejected and helpless expression vanished, replaced by
his characteristic wicked smile. As soon as Xia Ji reached him, Qu Wu eagerly pulled her
into his arms, his hands pressing against her breasts, roughly kneading them.
Xia Ji gasped softly at Qu Wu's actions, her face showing desire and anticipation. Just when I thought
the two would be consumed by lust and consummate their relationship right there on the ground outside the main tent,
Xia Ji clearly realized the inappropriateness of the situation.
Their actions had attracted the attention of some of the soldiers still remaining in the camp.
Xia Ji then shyly pushed away Qu Wu's "claws," whispering a few words in his ear.
Qu Wu laughed loudly, took Xia Ji's hand, and walked back into the depths of the camp Xia Ji had come from.
I stood there, stunned.
"These two's attitude and behavior clearly indicate they intend to go back to their tents in the camp and do *that*
... This, this... Where should I go now? Should I follow Helu and the others to witness the
historical moment when the State of Wu conquered Yingdu? Or should I take this opportunity to peek at Qu Wu and Xia Ji having sex?"
After a moment, my physical reaction completely suppressed the rational
side of my thinking that was exploring the truth of history.
Because although I had seen Xia Ji in my dreams many times... but apart from the first time,
I had never actually witnessed this woman and man having sex.
And in the first dream, this woman was still a naive young girl, and in my
opinion, her methods and behaviors were not much different from those of young girls today. And it was such a naive woman
who left behind such a great "stunning reputation" in history. This sparked an intense curiosity about her "now"...
I really wanted to know how, as a mature woman, she managed to make men kneel madly at her
snow-white thighs? Why did she, possessed by a demon, possess
such an almost bewitching attraction to so many men?
After all, while she was undeniably beautiful and alluring, her looks alone fell short of the description of "national beauty
." At least among the women I'd seen, only Zhou Jingyi reached that
level. Therefore, the only explanation for her ability to drive so many men crazy was
her "bedroom skills."
With this thought, which even I found incredibly lewd, I ultimately followed Qu Wu
and Xia Ji deeper into the rear camp.
The further we went into the camp, the fewer soldiers were around. After confirming that no soldiers were visible
, Qu Wu eagerly pulled Xia Ji into his arms again, caressing her wantonly. Xia Ji, after
confirming there were no more onlookers, readily reciprocated the man's advances.
The two walked the last few dozen steps, embracing and kissing, before finally disappearing into an
inconspicuous tent at the edge of the camp…
I, with a mind full of lewd thoughts, quickly followed. Just when I thought I would
immediately see Ni Yi's scene upon entering the tent, what first caught my eye was a
naked male body standing inside, covered in blood.
Upon seeing this horrifying body, I almost forgot I was in a dream, and in shock,
I sat down on the ground at the tent entrance.
"It's…it's Xia Nan…"
It took me a long time to recognize the body from its blood-stained features.
Xia Nan stood motionless in the center of the tent, his eyes closed… Blood stained
his body, flowing down his bare feet to the ground. Scattered around him were pieces of his detached leather
armor and several broken or chipped metal swords, all soaked in
blood.
I sat there, dumbfounded, staring at the wounded Xia Nan for a long time before
something finally dawned on me.
“Could it be… that Qu Wu demonized Xia Nan and then threw him into the war?
…That must be it. Xia Nan is covered in wounds… but normally, with
so much blood loss, he should have died long ago. Yet Xia Nan is still breathing… meaning he's still alive. So
most of the blood must be from his enemies on the battlefield…”
My gaze then shifted to the several irreparably damaged swords on the ground.
In the era of cold weapons, weapons, upon penetrating the human body, would generate high temperatures due to body heat and friction. Frequent,
short-duration attacks would cause even the finest metal swords to chip and dull.
Among the swords on the ground, besides bronze short swords, there were clearly primitive iron swords forged from pig iron. However,
the remaining blades of both bronze and iron swords showed varying degrees of distortion… Analyzing these details, I have no
idea how many soldiers' lives these swords have claimed.
In ancient warfare, exceptionally skilled warriors often displayed astonishing combat
effectiveness. Their achievements extended beyond individual kills; they also boosted morale and demoralized the enemy
.
In an army, someone leading the charge, fearless and unwavering, could inspire thousands of soldiers to fight alongside them
, risking their lives in the enemy lines.
Seeing Xia Nan's current state, I suddenly understood him… perhaps it was this very thing,
the role and function it played in this war.
"No wonder the mighty Chu state was almost destroyed by King Helü of Wu in history... With
war masters like Wu Zixu and Sun Tzu strategizing and adding warriors like the demonized Xia Nan charging into battle! Alas..."
After understanding this, I couldn't help but sigh, and a
feeling of unease about the truth of history welled up in my chest.
Just as I was marveling at discovering some historical truth, I suddenly saw
Xia Nan, who had been standing motionless with his eyes closed, open them. A pair of bloodshot pupils appeared in his bloodshot eyes
, his fiery gaze fixed directly on my location, while he opened his mouth
as if breathing rapidly…
“W-what’s going on? Could it be that the demonized Xia Nan can detect me in my dream?”
I blinked in horror, involuntarily taking a step back. As I retreated, I
noticed Qu Wu and Xia Ji, also inside the tent, out of the corner of my eye.
Since entering the tent, my attention and thoughts had been drawn to Xia Nan, and only now
did I realize that the couple had already stripped naked and were embracing, like two white worms,
passionately intertwined on the carpeted side of the tent…
Chapter 116
After confirming the direction of Xia Nan’s crimson gaze, I finally breathed a sigh of relief and calmed
down.
Because I could finally confirm that his sudden opening of his eyes wasn't because he noticed me in the dream,
but clearly because the sounds made by the couple beside him, lost in their ecstasy, had startled him from his slumber.
In the dream, I could only see the images, but hear no sound. But judging from the two white, fleshy creatures
intertwined, occasionally opening their mouths to pant, or perhaps shout, the commotion at the moment this scene unfolded
was definitely not small…
As I watched… I couldn't help but swallow hard in the dream!
"A beauty"... an unparalleled "beauty"... I've always thought that the word "beauty" 　　describes women in a completely different way than
other terms like "national beauty" or "stunningly beautiful 　　." The latter merely describe a woman's appearance and an indescribable temperament and charm. But 　　"beauty," in modern terms, should specifically refer to the feeling of "sexiness." While 　　Zhou Jingyi in bed captivated me, what was most alluring about her was, to some extent, 　　her near-perfect facial features and the indescribable aura and attraction she possessed. 　　Xia Ji, however, presented a completely different experience… If I had to describe 　　it, besides the word "stunner" that popped into my head, only one other 　　word came to mind… "flesh"! 　　Her snow-white, full body, almost devoid of any muscle definition, possessed a natural 　　, almost perfect, overall symmetry. When this body intertwined with a man's, 　　it felt as if the man's body was pressed against a soft, warm cotton ball. The pleasure was evident 　　in the man's expression. 　　The man buried his head in the woman's chest, as if using all his strength to grasp and squeeze her snow- 　　white, high breasts. But the elasticity of her breasts and the smoothness of her skin far exceeded my expectations, because 　　no matter how hard he squeezed, he could never completely hold those mounds of flesh in his hands. However, this seemed 　　to excite and delight the man even more. Unable to hold them, he simply took the woman's nipple into his mouth and 　　sucked desperately. Finally, the woman's nipple had the slightly raised, fleshy bumps typical of ordinary women, which allowed him 　　to firmly hold the nipple in his mouth with his lips, revealing a look of intoxicated bliss. 　　Meanwhile, Xia Ji, while the man played with her breasts, focused all her attention 　　on the object between his legs. 　　It's no wonder, though Qu Wu, outwardly no different from other refined and gentle scholars of that era 　　, possessed a shockingly enormous member. So much so that when I saw 　　the size of his penis, I immediately felt a severe sense of inferiority! 　　While marveling at it, I muttered to myself with a self-deprecating tone, "...What love above all else, feelings 　　above all else, and looks above all else... those are all empty words! In the end, what women like most is still this thing 　　! I finally understand... why women in Guangzhou like to date black men! The reason is simply that black 　　men have the biggest penises! Europeans, Asians, and Americans use technology and capital to transform and create the world. 　　But in the end, their women are conquered by African black men with their penises... what a huge irony 　　..." 　　Qu Wu's penis was really big, extremely big! So big that it exceeded my normal understanding 　　and knowledge of male genitalia! Its length and girth were probably close to the size and diameter of an adult stallion. 　　After confirming this, I maliciously wondered how this guy usually positioned 　　his penis? Did he tie it to his inner thigh? 　　The woman's face was filled with greed as she continuously stroked and manipulated the man's penis... Because of its sufficient length, 　　the woman didn't need to lie down; she could simply lower her head and lick the glans with her tongue. 　　But when the woman extended her tongue completely, I was once again horrified, frantically moving my 　　body backward. 　　"This...this Xia Ji's tongue is too long! It actually circled the man's glans twice? 　　Is that even a human tongue?" 　　After curling up in the corner of the tent and watching for a while, I came to a conclusion. 　　"They're not human...absolutely not human! They're monsters...mating...they're fucking 　　monsters!" 　　Realizing this, my physiological confidence, which had almost been completely destroyed, finally 　　surged again. 　　I am Hong Lian, but in most physiological aspects, I am still a normal person. Normal people 　　should be compared with other normal people. Using this "monster" as a benchmark, am I just being ridiculous 　　? 　　As my mindset changed... I gradually calmed down. Without realizing it, I stopped 　　appreciating what I saw and heard as "free pornography." Instead, I began to see it as something akin to watching an animated film on television.

Like a casual segment from "World of Things"...
The woman wrapped her tongue around the man's glans, occasionally opening her mouth to take it in and
scrape it back and forth with her teeth. When she released the man's glans,
a clear, glistening liquid could be seen connecting it to her tongue.
Under the woman's movements, the man's penis—no... to be precise, his enormous member—began to swell and
harden. Finally, it stood erect before the woman. The woman looked at him as if he were the most precious jewel in the world
, her eyes gleaming with fervent desire.
However, the man's erection lasted only a moment before it softened slightly. The woman's
expression then turned displeased.
I, on the other hand, chuckled inwardly.
"It's long enough, and thick enough... but its firmness and duration are probably its flaws
! It seems there's no such thing as perfection in this world. Asian men's penises
can't compare to those of Black or White men in terms of size, but their erection is generally stronger... Hmm,
it seems God, or perhaps Nuwa, is fair in his treatment of different races!"
The man clearly sensed the woman's displeasure and quickly stopped stimulating her breasts. He turned to his side
, placing his head between the woman's already parted legs, arching his neck back and forth.
As he arched, he held the woman's two plump, white thighs with both hands.
The man seemed to have his entire mouth pressed against the woman's vulva; from the constant movement of his neck muscles
, it could be inferred that he was diligently using his lips to manipulate the woman's labia, while his tongue
repeatedly scraped inside her vagina. The woman's initial slight disappointment vanished without a trace.
Lying on her side, she resumed her vigorous stimulation of the man's genitals…
Because his penis was too large for her to swallow completely, this new round of stimulation focused primarily
on the base. While licking and caressing the base of his penis with her tongue, she also repeatedly swallowed
his swollen scrotum. Fortunately, the man's testicles weren't significantly different from ordinary men's, which
somewhat eased my psychological burden.
Whether it was Xia Ji's exceptional oral skills or Qu Wu's lack of stamina…
the two of them continued stimulating each other in this 69 position for a while, until the man quickly showed
signs of ejaculation. His whole body convulsed a few times, and then a bulge could be seen
rapidly extending from the base to the tip of his penis, accompanied by violent trembling.
The woman noticed the man's obvious physiological signs, quickly raised her neck, tilted her head back
, and brought her mouth to the man's glans. As the glans opened and white fluid oozed out, she swiftly opened
her two red lips and sucked the entire glans into her mouth, clenching her cheeks to absorb
every last drop.
After spitting out the man's glans, the woman twisted her body, spun around, and brought her head close to the man's face, tilting
her head back and slightly sticking out her tongue to let him see the semen he had ejaculated into her mouth. Then, she used her remarkably long
tongue to lick around her lips, fully displaying the white fluid to the man before
swallowing… The man watched the woman's throbbing throat, his face filled with the satisfaction of extreme excitement.
Although the woman didn't speak, her dissatisfaction was clearly evident. The man clearly understood
the woman's meaning, but he obviously couldn't get his penis to swell again in a short time, and for a
moment, he showed an apologetic and embarrassed expression. However, at that moment, he noticed Xia
Nan, who was now awake and staring intently at him and Xia Ji with his red eyes, and his
characteristic, somewhat wicked smile quickly appeared on his face.
Then, he suddenly stood up, forcefully shoved Xia Ji, pointed at Xia Nan, and began to speak.
After hearing Qu Wu's words, a complex expression quickly appeared on Xia Ji's face.
In this silent dream world, I naturally didn't know what Qu Wu had said to Xia Ji. But
from his expression, lip movements, and subsequent body language, I realized that Qu Wu was instigating and instigating
Xia Ji…
Judging from Xia Ji's constantly changing expressions, I was certain that this was definitely not the first time Qu Wu had made Xia Ji do the same
thing. Because of Xia Ji's constantly shifting attitude, I could perceive
a multitude of psychological changes, including lingering affection, reminiscence, confusion, and resistance.
Ultimately, Xia Ji seemed unable to resist her physical urges and pursuit of lust. Under Qu Wu's continuous, slight
shoving, she finally crawled naked to Xia Nan, who stood in the center of the tent
…
Xia Nan's body seemed to be beyond his own control; throughout the entire process, he
maintained a straddle stance, only his gaze following his mother's movements
.
Reaching Xia Nan, Xia Ji looked up blankly at her son's once handsome
face, now strangely grotesque and evil, her expression filled with lustful fascination. She slowly parted
the hem of the clothing wrapped around Xia Nan's waist, originally intended to cover his genitals. Then, she extended her tongue and brought her face close to Xia Nan's genitals…
At this moment, Xia Nan, who had been merely staring blankly at his mother's actions, suddenly had his eyes light up, his
mouth wide open, and he began to breathe rapidly.
Seeing this scene, I sighed…
I had always suspected that this mother and son, who were "etched in history," might
have some kind of secret relationship. And what I saw at this moment finally confirmed my suspicion
!
Xia Nan clearly didn't have the terrifying "capital" of Qu Wu, because
judging from Xia Ji's posture of tilting her head back and swallowing, she must have completely taken her son's penis into her mouth. The constantly moving part of her throat proved that Xia
Ji was taking it in very deeply…
However, unlike the almost wild intensity of her actions with Qu Wu before, Xia Ji appeared extremely gentle at this moment.
She moved her tongue and repeatedly swallowed and released her son's penis, reaching out to tightly hug her son's thighs and stroking them up and down.
While giving her son oral sex, I noticed she kept rubbing her face against the inside of his thighs.
That feeling was completely different from the intense sex she had with Qu Wu.
Qu Wu clearly noticed this too; in his wicked smile, I saw a
look of hatred, even jealousy…
Xia Nan stood there, motionless, enjoying his mother's stimulation and caresses.
When Xia Ji slowly pulled her head back from between Xia Nan's legs, I clearly saw his erect
penis!
"It's alright… a normal size for an Asian… compared to that, mine seems even bigger…"
Xia Ji stood up in front of Xia Nan, raised her right leg, and wrapped it around his buttocks…
In comparison, Xia Nan was quite tall, while Xia Ji appeared petite.
The contrast in their sizes at that moment was indescribable.
"...Mother and son. The son is a life born from the mother's body... once so weak,
unable to survive without the mother's protection and care. And as time passed... the infant eventually grew into a
strong, tall, and robust man. And that organ of his body, now, can
erect like any other man and penetrate the mother's body..."
Looking at this contrast... this feeling inexplicably popped into my head. At this moment...
I suddenly thought of my own mother.
I don't know why such an evil, absurd, and unrestrained thought suddenly arose in my mind
.
"No...no...what's wrong with me? This is just a dream...how could I be thinking about my mother
? Damn it...could it be because I've been in contact with several incestuous mother-son pairs lately?
Has this kind of incestuous behavior been unconsciously etched into my consciousness? That damned Xue Zong...besides He Yanqiu
and her son, Lin Meimei and her son were ostensibly instigated by Li Yong, but behind the scenes, Xue Zong was probably
manipulating them! Luckily, that bastard was nailed to the stone wall...otherwise, others would probably have
been dragged down by him, ultimately ending in tragedy. Putting everything else aside...after all these things, even I, an adult
, have started to have these kinds of desires and thoughts...especially now, I've actually
reunited with my long-lost sister Yan Jing, found my mother, and it's only a matter of time before I uncover all the mysteries of my family.
No wonder these thoughts suddenly popped into my head..."
I tried to use reason to suppress the evil thoughts that were rising in my mind and calm myself down. But
what I was seeing before me made the thought of "incest between mother and son" linger in my mind like a leech
...
The mother's right leg finally wrapped around her son's waist, and her exposed
vulva, revealed by her spread legs, was laid bare before my eyes.
Her vulva was plump and full, as alluring as her voluptuous body. Two rosy labia, reflecting light
, rolled outwards, their slightly twitching lips seeming to beckon to the son's unusually hard erection...
Above the labia, the small clitoris, like a red bean, trembled slightly, and below,
a faint, bubbling moisture could be seen in the slightly parted opening.
The mother tightly embraced her son's back, her chest pressed against his, twisting her waist, her opening and closing
vulva constantly approaching his penis, just as the two contrasting genitals were about to
fit together perfectly. Qu Wu, who had been swallowing hard and watching the scene intently, suddenly stood up,
rushed to the mother and son, and roughly ripped the mother's body off her son
...
Then, facing the mother, he spread her legs and placed them on his arms
. With a thrust of his hips, his semi-erect penis, lubricated by the fluids from her vagina
, plunged entirely into her... I saw
a bulge quickly appear in Xia Ji's abdomen. While Xia Ji was performing oral sex on her son, this guy, perhaps stimulated by witnessing the incestuous act
, recovered very quickly.
"My God... If this were an ordinary woman, her uterus would probably be pierced! In this world, perhaps
only a born slut like Xia Ji could withstand Qu Wu's attack! Hiss... I remember Qu Wu
is from the same family as Qu Yuan. They both have the surname Qu... One betrayed his family
and country for his own desires. The other left behind a reputation for patriotism in history... The difference is just too great! Hmm..."
…No, Qu Yuan might have been quite lecherous too. Judging from the text alone, his *Li Sao* is a constant
pursuit of legendary beauties. Although later generations say it was a metaphor…who the hell knows what Qu Yuan
was really thinking when he wrote *Li Sao*? Are those who interpret *Li Sao* like
mind readers? Besides…is it wrong to like beautiful women? Liking beautiful women proves you're a normal man
…those who don't are either aesthetically flawed, psychologically abnormal, homosexual, or impotent! For
Qu Yuan, drowning himself in the river is enough to prove his love for his country…he probably never imagined that later generations would
interpret his writings in such a bizarre way, right?
This series of rapid thought leaps finally freed me from the terrifying
thought of "incest between mother and son" that had been swirling in my mind. Although this shift in thought, to some extent, seriously offended the great
patriot, Comrade Qu Yuan!
However, the offense was only in my mind; no one else knew… Having calmed down, I
was finally able to focus my attention back on the dreamlike illusion before me.
Xia Nan's body couldn't move… but he was clearly aware that his "prey" had been intercepted
… and he seemed completely unconcerned; this prey was none other than his
mother, who had given birth to him and brought him into this world. He opened his mouth wide and roared at Qu Wu, who was rapidly thrusting into him while holding his mother's legs apart.
You must know that Xia Nan was covered in blood at this moment; his appearance was terrifying, utterly horrifying. Qu Wu was clearly…
I was also shocked by Xia Nan's actions. After a few thrusts, he stopped. But he quickly
revealed his signature wicked smile again, grabbed Xia Ji's body, and walked towards Xia Nan.
Finally, Xia Ji's plump, round, white buttocks, with her legs held up by Qu Wu, pressed against Xia Nan's abdomen...
Xia Ji obviously felt this, and then her abdomen sank down, twisting her hips, and finally "clamped" Xia Nan's hard penis with her buttocks
. Then, she seemed to adjust her position and thrust backward forcefully.
Xia Nan's exposed penis disappeared into Xia Ji's snow-white buttocks.
Seeing that he had successfully "entered the hole," Qu Wu swayed his body and resumed his normal thrusting motion.
Xia Ji, while following the back-and-forth force generated by Qu Wu's thrusts, thrust her buttocks backward forcefully.
Xia Nan, who had been roaring, now showed a satisfied and comfortable expression on his face...
I stood aside, dumbfounded, watching the scene before me.
"This...this is fucking insane! Two men and one woman...a sandwich...
you see that all the time in Western adult films...but this is a Chinese period drama! And one of the men and one of
the women is a mother and son...thank goodness I'm dreaming! If this were real...I'd probably be masturbating by now!"
The three people present were clearly excited by this rare sexual act!
Qu Wu, Xia Ji, and even Xia Nan, whose body was clearly restricted, all opened their mouths wide
and screamed wildly...
a strong male body, a relatively thin but well-proportioned male body, sandwiched between a
snow-white, voluptuous female body. They moved back and forth, trembling...the key point is that during this intense
movement, the three people's lower bodies remained tightly joined together. During the process, only
occasional splashes of liquid could be seen from the point of contact onto the ground, and liquid also continuously flowed down the thighs of the two men who were supporting them
.
"This is definitely not the first time... There must have been similar sexual encounters between these three people before, otherwise they couldn't
have coordinated so perfectly..."
Even in my dream, I felt my mouth was dry. At this moment, I suddenly 　　felt extremely fortunate
for my decision to abandon my previous attempt to verify the historical moment when King Helü of Wu attacked Yingdu and instead come here to spy on Qu Wu and Xia Ji! 　　"To see such a wonderful and erotic scene... This dream was worth it..." 　　After a quick thrusting, Qu Wu suddenly pulled his penis out of Xia Ji's vagina and 　　released her two snow-white thighs at the same time. Xia Ji seemed to have anticipated Qu Wu's action, and 　　the moment Qu Wu released her, she swung her legs back and wrapped them around Xia Nan's thighs behind her. Simultaneously 　　, she arched her back, her hands wrapping around Xia Nan's head, her entire body coiling around him like an octopus, her back to 　　him… 　　While entwining herself around Xia Nan, the woman's movements didn't stop; she continued to rapidly twist 　　her waist up and down, her buttocks writhing, her anus clenching and rubbing against Xia Nan's penis. Her exposed, protruding vagina thus 　　opened wide… The white fluid that Qu Wu had previously ejaculated 　　was squeezed out, trickling from her rosy vaginal opening with her movements and the natural contractions of her vaginal muscles… finally spilling onto 　　the ground. 　　"Phew… Now I finally understand why the men of that era were so infatuated with her body like madmen! 　　Forget about Duke Ling of Chen… just this writhing, snow-white body. If it were me, 　　I'd be willing to make love to her until I died…" 　　At this moment, I suddenly felt I could finally understand the thoughts of those men in history who pursued 　　Xia Ji like moths to a flame! For any man who has had sex with Xia Ji, sex with other women would likely be utterly tasteless 　　... 　　Xia Ji turned her head and began a frenzied French kiss with her son. 　　On the surface, she appeared to be in a state of extreme excitement and pleasure, but I inadvertently noticed 　　a glint in the corner of her eye... 　　No man could withstand Xia Ji's body, which was practically a goddess of lust, for long, not 　　even Xia Nan, whose body had already been transformed into a demon. 　　After a few rapid up-and-down movements, Xia Ji suddenly thrust her buttocks upwards, and the 　　moment her penis withdrew from her anus, Xia Nan ejaculated. Compared to the limp and powerless state of Qu Wu's ejaculation, Xia Nan was quite 　　"powerful," the white liquid spraying far, a small portion even landing directly 　　on the tent flap opposite. 　　After ejaculating, Xia Nan fell heavily backward. With an expression of extreme satisfaction, he closed 　　his eyes again. Before Xia Nan collapsed, Xia Ji released her limbs from her son's body and 　　stood lightly on the ground. 　　Qu Wu, smiling, was about to say something when 　　the tent flap, which had been concealing the area, was suddenly flung open, and a group of heavily armored soldiers rushed 　　into the already cramped tent. They quickly dispersed around the tent, their long spears unanimously 　　aimed at Qu Wu, who stood inside, stunned by what had happened. 　　Faced with the obvious hostility in the soldiers' expressions… Qu Wu didn't bother to speak to Xia Ji, nor did he care 　　that he was completely naked. He roared and cursed at one of the soldiers, who seemed to be the captain 　　. 　　The captain, however, remained expressionless and silent, merely watching Qu Wu's 　　every move warily. Clearly, he didn't care about Qu Wu's cursing, but only whether Qu Wu would retaliate 　　. If he resisted, dozens of long spears would thrust towards Qu Wu's position. 　　Qu Wu cursed for a while, but seeing that the soldiers didn't react, he seemed to calm down slightly. 　　Just then, the tent flap was lifted again, and a general in full armor walked in. This 　　man was slightly short and had an ordinary appearance…it was none other than Sun Tzu, the "Sage of War," whom I had seen once in the previous dream 　　! 　　Chapter 117

Sun Wu entered the tent, exchanged a glance with Qu Wu, and then pulled
a silk scroll from the cuff of his armor's gauntlet. There seemed to be some writing on the scroll.
Without further ado, Sun Wu opened the scroll and, looking at it,
read the words aloud as if reciting a text.
In the silent dream, I couldn't hear what Sun Wu was reading. The characters on the scroll were all
ancient, winding scripts that I didn't recognize. But clearly, what Sun Wu was reading had
dealt a huge psychological blow to Qu Wu. Listening to Sun Wu's reading, his expression constantly shifted. First
, shock, then grievance and anger, until finally, his once handsome face turned a cold,
ashen blue.
After Sun Wu finished reading the text, he stepped forward and handed the scroll to Qu Wu. After Qu Wu took it
, Sun Wu took two steps back, calmly observing him.
Qu Wu clutched the thin roll of silk in his hand, trembling, but ultimately did not unfold it to read the words on it again.
After a long while, he spoke to Sun Wu, his expression suggesting an attempt to communicate or negotiate.
Sun Wu did not reply after Qu Wu finished speaking, but merely shook his head silently.
Noticing Sun Wu's seemingly calm yet unusually resolute attitude, Qu Wu sighed deeply.
But then, he raised his head and burst into unrestrained, wild laughter.
Sun Wu remained silent, merely flicking his finger twice. The armored soldiers inside the tent immediately
converged on Qu Wu, brandishing their halberds. Just as their weapons were about to touch Qu Wu,
he abruptly raised his right hand, and in the instant his palm opened, a fireball shot forth
, striking the bronze halberd head of the soldier's weapon…
In the blink of an eye, the bronze halberd head melted into a pool of molten copper before everyone's eyes, splashing onto the ground. The
molten copper scattered everywhere, and three or four soldiers who had been splashed with it immediately showed expressions of pain and cried out
, instinctively retreating.
The other soldiers, seeing this, also involuntarily took a few steps back in fear and trepidation.
"Yang Yan…"
Upon witnessing Qu Wu's attack, the image of the Scholar immediately flashed into my mind. Not only
that, but as the fireballs melted the soldiers' weapons,
a red light suddenly rose from Qu Wu's body, just like the scholar at the time—clearly the "protective flames" unique to Yang Yan.
Sun Wu frowned as he watched the retreating soldiers, but he didn't reprimand them, only calmly observing Qu
Wu. It seemed he had anticipated this situation.
Qu Wu laughed wildly, looking at Sun Wu with an arrogant and ferocious expression, his eyes filled with disdain.
It was a completely "what can you do to me?" attitude.
Although I knew that what I was seeing was merely a historical illusion, I couldn't help but
worry for Sun Wu.
I had witnessed the power of Yang Yan in the underground caves of Xia Yu City. If I weren't Hong Lian, the scholar
could have burned me to ashes with a mere flick of his wrist. Even the powerful Wang Lie, exhausted, could only
barely protect himself with the power of Yin and Yang. At this moment, I
doubted whether Sun Tzu could handle Qu Wu, who had completely shed his disguise as an ancient scholar-official.
Sun Tzu is known in history as the "Sage of War," but he didn't seem particularly skilled in personal martial arts.
In terms of individual combat or fighting ability, he seemed no different from an ordinary soldier.
How would he deal with Qu Wu, an ancient superpowered individual with the power of "Yang Flame"?
Facing Qu Wu, who had fully displayed his power, Sun Tzu's expression was calm and serene. There was no
fear or apprehension in his eyes; on the contrary, I even vaguely sensed
a hint of pity in his composed attitude…
This was even noticed by the ferocious Qu Wu, whose expression changed, revealing
a hint of doubt. At the same time, the crimson protective flames on his body dimmed considerably.
Just then, at the edge of the tent, someone rushed up behind Qu Wu with astonishing speed and
plunged a sharp weapon deep into Qu Wu's back. After suffering a severe blow, Qu Wu roared and turned around, shoving the man
aside. Upon seeing the assassin's appearance, Qu Wu's face was filled with shock and disbelief.
Not only him, but I was also astonished by the scene that unfolded so suddenly.
The reason was simple… the person who suddenly attacked Qu Wu was Xia Ji…
When the soldiers rushed in earlier, Xia Ji immediately did what any naked woman would do.
She screamed, fled to a corner of the tent, and quickly grabbed some scattered clothing to
cover herself. A woman busy covering her naked body naturally
posed no threat to the fully armed soldiers. Therefore, the soldiers completely ignored this woman and
Xia Nan, who lay on the ground in a deep sleep, focusing solely on Qu Wu.
In the ensuing events, Sun Wu, the soldiers, and Qu Wu became the main characters. Even I
had almost unconsciously overlooked Xia Ji's presence. I never imagined that Xia Ji would
suddenly attack Qu Wu at this moment, in this state. Just minutes before, Xia Ji had
been engaged in a "complete exchange of spirit and flesh" with the man she had personally assassinated.
I couldn't believe it, and Qu Wu certainly couldn't either.
His eyes widened in horror as he stared at Xia Ji, who was struggling to her feet after being pushed to the ground.
His mouth gaped open, as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately, trembling all over, he
collapsed to the ground, closing his eyes in despair.
Sun Wu, expressionless, walked to Qu Wu's side and stomped on
the head that had been so arrogant just moments before. After stomping twice to confirm Qu Wu's death, Sun Wu went to Xia Ji
's side, took off his cloak, and covered the naked
Xia Ji with it, his gaze fixed blankly on Qu Wu's corpse, completely unaware of her nakedness.
The soldiers in the tent finally reacted, putting down their weapons and carrying Qu Wu's body
and the sleeping Xia Nan.
Just as I was still reeling from this unbelievable plot twist, the scene in my dream suddenly
shifted, and the view around me moved to a dimly lit underground passage.
"...Is...is this the Phoenix Mountain Prison?"
Having once risked my life, I quickly recognized the location from my dream.
Beside me, squads of soldiers carried several coffins, waiting. Sun Wu, following the ranks, inspected
the bodies inside each coffin. After confirming each coffin and its contents, Sun Wu nodded, and the soldiers
closed the lids, lifted the coffins, and carried them into the dark, deep passage. The first coffin
contained, unmistakably, Qu Wu's body…
I silently counted the numbers; ultimately, seven coffins were carried away after Sun Wu's inspection.
Shortly after all the coffins placed before Sun Wu disappeared, Wu Zixu, with his full head of white hair,
appeared in the scene with a dozen soldiers carrying a coffin.
Upon seeing Sun Wu, Wu Zixu didn't speak, but greeted him with his eyes before signaling his
soldiers to carry the coffin to Sun Wu. As the coffin passed by Wu Zixu, the white-haired old man
angrily spat into it, then turned and walked away without looking back. Sun Wu glanced at
the leather whip in Wu Zixu's hand, sighed softly, and shook his head slightly. Without
carefully checking the coffins as he had with the others, he waved for the soldiers carrying the coffin to pass him.
Just when I thought the events in this scene were over, another group of soldiers
appeared before Sun Wu carrying a ninth coffin. Xia Ji reappeared in my sight,
dressed in white mourning clothes, her face streaked with tears. She desperately tried to collapse onto the coffin, but several soldiers beside her
held her hands tightly…
Sun Wu took a few steps forward expressionlessly, glanced down at the situation inside the coffin, nodded to confirm, and then signaled the soldiers
to seal the coffin. The moment the lid was closed, Xia Ji seemed to finally succumb to the mental anguish and fainted to
the ground. Sun Wu merely glanced at her indifferently before signaling the soldiers who had restrained Xia Ji to
carry her out of the prison passage. As Xia Ji was carried away by the soldiers, a
middle-aged man dressed in what appeared to be a priest's gray hemp robe led more than ten people dressed similarly into the scene.
Phoenix Mountain was a prison for suppressing evil spirits and demons; the presence of priests or sorcerers was not unusual. But the key point
was that the middle-aged man was carrying an infant in his arms, an object completely out of place in the scene
. This piqued my curiosity as an observer.
The middle-aged man, carrying the infant, approached Sun Wu and whispered something in his ear. Sun Wu
paused slightly, his gaze immediately focusing on the coffin before him, which the soldiers had not yet lifted
. Sun Wu pointed to the coffin and asked the middle-aged man something. When the man
nodded in confirmation, I noticed a rare, complex expression on Sun Wu's usually expressionless face
.
Sun Wu took the infant from the middle-aged man and placed it on the coffin lid. Then, he drew
his sword, tip pointing downwards, and slowly plunged it into the infant's body. The soldiers,
priests, and shamans nearby remained silent, simply watching Sun Wu's actions.
When the sharp tip of the sword was only centimeters from the infant's body, Sun Wu flicked his wrist,
tossing the sword aside. He sighed painfully and shook his head repeatedly. Then he turned to
the middle-aged man again and asked him something.
The middle-aged man's expression didn't change much; he seemed to be simply explaining and
answering Sun Wu's questions. After the middle-aged man finished explaining, Sun Wu's brows furrowed, as if he had fallen into deep thought
. While thinking, he would occasionally glance sideways at the face of the sleeping infant in the swaddling clothes.
After much deliberation, he seemed to have finally made a decision. Under everyone's watchful eyes, Sun Wu turned and picked up
the sword he had thrown to the ground. He once again approached the infant, and then decisively slashed
his left wrist. Blood dripped from his wrist, splattering onto the infant's face…
As Sun Wu bled, the middle-aged man immediately summoned the priests behind him. At
his command, more than ten priests, along with the middle-aged man, quickly
surrounded Sun Wu, the coffin, and the infant on the coffin lid. Once in a circle, the priests rapidly made various hand gestures,
clearly performing some kind of group spell. Under the spell's effect, Sun Wu's blood seemed to come alive,
quickly seeping into the infant's body as it dripped onto the infant's face. Simultaneously, the previously sleeping infant, under the spell's influence, suddenly opened its eyes and mouth, and wisps of black energy 　　slowly drifted out
from the infant's seven orifices. 　　The blood dripped slower and slower from the wound. Sun Wu cut his arm again, and fresh blood dripped onto 　　the infant's face once more… 　　Sun Wu removed his armor, revealing his bare upper body, and continued to cut his own blood. His once strong, 　　dark body turned a sickly pale white due to the massive blood loss… 　　When the middle-aged man noticed that the mist emanating from the infant's seven orifices was gradually changing from black to an almost deep 　　blue, he immediately stopped the ritual performed by the surrounding priests. Sun Wu, 　　after being told to stop, collapsed to the ground. His face was deathly pale, his lips almost bloodless, and 　　his expression listless. The middle-aged man and the surrounding soldiers rushed to Sun Wu's side, stopping the bleeding and bandaging 　　his arm covered in wounds. 　　Sun Wu sat on the ground, resting for a long time, before finally standing up with the help of the soldiers. He glanced 　　at the infant, who had fallen asleep again, and a subtle, almost imperceptible tenderness flickered beneath his cold expression 　　. After muttering a few words to himself, he finally waved to the waiting soldiers. The soldiers quickly...

At his command, the coffin before him was lifted, along with the infant on the lid, and disappeared into
the eerie, terrifying passageway of the Phoenix Mountain prison.
The middle-aged man and his priests followed the coffin-bearers into a deeper passage. Sun Wu,
supported by other soldiers, left in the opposite direction.
Not long after Sun Wu left, hordes of corpse puppets quickly emerged from the direction he had gone
… These corpse puppets rapidly spread throughout the prison's various areas along the maze-like passageways.
I stood there, calmly observing everything unfolding before me. Finally, I let out a long breath and muttered to myself
, "It seems the prediction of the owner of the Leisurely Studio was accurate. Phoenix Mountain only suppressed one demon
. If my judgment is correct, this so-called demon is the corpse of that Qu Wu fellow.
Of all nine coffins, his is the largest and most unique. The other coffins
are identical in size and shape, including the last one brought in. Judging from Xia Ji's appearance, the last coffin
probably contains Xia Nan's body..."
"However, who is that baby? Could...could it be Xia Jiang?" I suddenly thought of this
question. After pondering for a while, I couldn't help but feel certain of my judgment.
"It should be correct...the last breath the baby exhaled was deep blue...vaguely translucent
. And when I bandaged Xia Jiang's wounds in Liziping, the blood flowing from her body was
that color. This shouldn't be a coincidence..."
"...Hmm, the spells performed by those sacrificial groups seem to be some kind of medium-displacement spell. Old Han
mentioned this ancient technique to me before. According to him, this spell requires a special person to sacrifice themselves
, contributing a considerable amount of their blood, which is then used to neutralize and replace
certain substances within the target's body. It can expel poison, and even completely transform the demonic or
even evil energy within the target's body. However, there aren't many special people capable of performing this spell. According to Old Han, historical
records only mention
a few types of people who could perform this blood-displacement spell: so-called martyrs, righteous men, and warriors. But you can't judge a book by its cover; until death, no one knows
whether a person was one of these types while alive. Especially after the Spring and Autumn Period, with the collapse of ritual and music, many of the original simple
moral thoughts and concepts of the Chinese nation were overturned, and fewer and fewer people were worthy of these titles. Therefore, this
spell was basically lost by the Wei and Jin Dynasties..."
"Wait... Hiss... A warrior? That's right... A warrior! Whether Sun Wu was truly heroic or righteous is debatable!
But just his composure and calmness in the face of Qu Wu's Yang Flame power proves at least that he
was utterly fearless in the face of death! Fearless of death, he absolutely deserves the title of warrior! I understand
... Sun Wu sacrificed his own warrior's blood, allowing the priests to successfully cast their spells and completely
change the Yin Demon aura within the infant... So, the Xuan Yin Qi within Xia Jiang was actually
generated by Sun Wu completely replacing her blood..."
Thinking of this, I suddenly felt an urge to dance with joy. Because I suddenly realized that I had actually
uncovered some of Xia Jiang's secrets in my dream, secrets that Han Zhe had previously been
unable to understand.
Then, as I looked up, about to burst into laughter, the mural on the opposite wall suddenly caught my eye
…
Before, my attention had been focused on the figures and objects in the scene, and I hadn't noticed
the mural on the wall. But now, looking up, I realized its existence. Most importantly, this
was the second time I'd seen this mural. Seeing it confirmed my current location
within the Phoenix Mountain prison in my dream.
In the dream, I was actually at the connection point between the labyrinthine structure and the main structure of the prison…
and right in front of me was the last of the series of murals I'd seen after entering the prison
!
The mural depicted two warriors, one lying down, the other standing in front of him.
The two warriors were identical in appearance. In the distance between the two warrior figures stood a man with wide sleeves,
his hands raised to the sky in a joyful prayer. Behind him stood a naked woman,
holding a sword, half of which was embedded in the man's body…
Gazing at this mural, I finally understood
the meaning of the last mural I had seen in the cage!
It clearly depicted
the scenes of Qu Wu using magic to "resurrect" Xia Nan, and Xia Ji's assassination of Qu Wu, which I had just witnessed.
Looking at this almost tragic ending… the joy that had just surfaced in my mind
vanished instantly.
"Nobles or commoners, men or women… even Sun Wu, Wu Zixu, and
King Helü of Wu… no matter how spirited they were in life, in the end, they were all just
people struggling painfully in the long river of history and time!"
My heart slowly sank.
As my mood soared, the scene in the dream shifted once again.
Leaving the dark and terrifying prison passage, I found myself in a vast and open space,
with snowflakes drifting in the air.
Xia Ji appeared before me once more, and upon seeing her appearance, my heart
ached with an indescribable pain.
The once renowned "beauty queen," famous throughout the land, now stood disheveled, bare-chested, trudging wearily through
the icy snow. Though followed by carriages and numerous people, she
frantically pushed aside anyone who tried to approach her to offer her clothing.
Her followers, both men and women, were helpless against her actions, yet unable to leave her side, they
could only follow at a distance.
From Xia Ji's irrational behavior and her miserable, pained expression, I knew... she was self-harming!
Those following Xia Ji were clearly her attendants! She was born a princess, and the Xia family she married into was also a noble
clan. Although they had experienced many wars and life-altering events, they still possessed fiefdoms and subjects. These people swore
allegiance to Xia Ji; no matter what she did or what she experienced, as long as Xia Ji remained their master, they would
follow her without hesitation.
Xia Ji walked, trembling and crying out in pain. As
she walked... the woman suddenly knelt in the snow. She seemed to have discovered something,
lowering her head and frantically examining her body, her hands groping over her skin
...
Several warrior attendants following behind her rushed to her side, clearly wanting to inquire about the situation
. Xia Ji roughly pushed these warriors away. But taking advantage of one warrior's momentary lapse in attention,
she drew the sword he carried.
The samurai were visibly alarmed by Xia Ji's actions and retreated hastily. After all, swords have no eyes… and
their master was currently in a state of mental instability, so retreating to avoid danger was a normal reaction.
Xia Ji held a sword in one hand and touched her lower abdomen with the other, then did
something that shocked everyone present, including myself… She plunged the sword into her own stomach and then cut open her flesh
…
Her master must have gone mad. The surrounding samurai finally reacted and rushed forward again, trying to
seize the weapon and rescue their master.
But Xia Ji supported herself, wielding her short sword, constantly forcing back the approaching samurai, while continuing
to grope her own body, as if searching for something. And in
the process of forcing back the samurai, she repeatedly cut herself several times…
"Finally found it?"
I sadly witnessed all of this in my dream…
The samurai and their entourage at the scene had no idea what Xia Ji was doing. But I knew
the reason behind Xia Ji's actions.
Clearly, at this moment, Xia Ji had finally realized the Yin Demon within her body. She also vaguely understood
the true cause of the series of tragic events she had experienced in her life. Her current actions were an attempt to
find the Yin Demon residing in her body…
However, everything she did was obviously in vain. After all… the Yin Demon was an invisible ghost…
After continuous self-harm, Xia Ji's strength dissipated with the loss of blood. She no longer had
the strength to wield her sword, nor the strength to support her own body, and finally, she staggered and collapsed in
the vast expanse of white snow.
I slowly walked through the panicked crowd gathered around her, stood before her, and
looked down with pity at this poor woman.
From the grief-stricken expressions of those around her, I confirmed the death of this generation's "Beauty Queen."
For her… death was perhaps the only true liberation. Therefore, her expression at this moment was extremely calm
… On a face that had once captivated countless lives, there was no longer any allure; against
the backdrop of the blanket of white snow, it appeared exceptionally pure and serene…
I bent down and gently stroked Xia Ji's imagined face. This action was purely reflexive, because
deep in my heart, I felt sympathy for this woman's life experiences.
A series of dreams had made me realize that this woman, who had left behind so many scandals and scandalous affairs in Chinese history,
was actually just an ordinary woman. She never intended to harm anyone, but unknowingly, she was
manipulated by evil spirits and other people with ulterior motives, ultimately bearing an eternal infamy that she should not have had to bear. My
act of stroking her face was merely a hope that my action could slightly soothe her tormented soul, letting her
spirit in heaven know that at least there was someone like me in this world who witnessed her life's experiences.
"It seems everything is over... But what does this series of dreams signify? Why
do I keep entering this dream? What does all this have to do with me?"
I straightened up, somewhat bewildered...
But at that moment, an unbelievable scene suddenly appeared before my eyes.
A maid came to Xia Ji's side, tidying up Xia Ji's body.
The instant she touched Xia Ji's body, a white phantom floated out from Xia Ji's remains and attempted to enter the maid's
body through her arm.
However, this phantom, as soon as it emerged, seemed to be dragged and pulled by some force, stiffening in
mid-air. Immediately afterward, another white phantom rose from Xia Ji's body. This phantom seemed
to have a grudge against the previous one, hovering in the air and constantly colliding with it.
"Is...is it a Yin Demon? The Yin Demon that parasitized Xia Ji's body before...but...but how come there are two?
If I remember correctly, in the dream, didn't I only see one Yin Demon parasitizing Xia Ji's body? And
...these two Yin Demons seem to be fighting?"
The second Yin Demon, judging from its size, was much smaller. But it seemed unusually frenzied,
seemingly unconcerned about the size difference between itself and its opponent, repeatedly attacking the
Yin Demon that was trying to parasitize the maid.
The first Yin Demon initially seemed only eager to enter a new host, so
it didn't react much to the attacks it received. But after being continuously attacked by the smaller Yin Demon, its form kept shrinking,
perhaps realizing that it would be destroyed if things continued this way, before it began to fight back in kind.
And so, two white phantoms that ordinary people would not even notice attacked each other in my vision. The slightly larger Yin Demon clearly had some kind of fear of losing, and 　　seemed somewhat evasive
in the face of the smaller Yin Demon's attacks .
It seemed that it didn't want to fight to the death, but only wanted to find an opportunity
to enter a new host. The little Yin Demon, however, appeared determined to perish together with its opponent
…
After a struggle, the larger Yin Demon, hovering in the air, slowed its flight, and its
white, ethereal form faded. Finally, after a frantic crash, the smaller Yin Demon
vanished completely from my sight.
After the larger Yin Demon disappeared, the smaller one seemed to finally calm down, circling Xia Ji's body
... displaying a lingering reluctance. As time passed... its color gradually
faded.
When its state was close to that of the previous Yin Demon before it disappeared, it reluctantly
burrowed into the body of the maid who was still preparing Xia Ji's body, and finally disappeared...
After a long while, I finally understood something and muttered to myself, "I understand... the larger
Yin Demon must have been the one that initially possessed Xia Ji. This smaller one must have
been reborn from Xia Ji's body after her death. It arose spontaneously after Xia Ji's death; Xia Ji
was practically its mother to it, so it must have..." At the same time, it also embodied Xia Ji
's resentment towards the Yin Demon that caused her own tragedy. So, as soon as it appeared, it relentlessly attacked the previous Yin Demon, its purpose being to
avenge its mother... This was quite unexpected. Old Han had said that all types of demons
exist based on innate instincts. This Yin Demon would actually disregard its own life and death to attack its own kind? Hmm... When I see Old
Han, I must tell him everything I saw in this dream."
Just as I thought of this, the dream suddenly changed drastically.
The scenes around me were no longer synchronized with normal time as before, as if someone had pressed the fast-forward button
and started to move forward rapidly...
In a very short time and amidst the rapidly changing scenes, I witnessed
the life of the maid possessed by the little Yin Demon... Similar to Xia Ji, after being possessed by the Yin Demon, this maid's behavior became extremely lewd, and
various men constantly changed around her. However, she was merely a lowly handmaid. In an
era when common women lacked dignity and were often treated as playthings by men or nobles, the men she encountered were all
commoners and servants like herself. Therefore, her licentious behavior did not attract much attention from those around her, as it
did not cause any serious consequences since no one else died. In the end, she peacefully
passed away, while the Yin Demon, which parasitized her and was conceived within Xia Ji's body
, fortunately found another so-called "Four Yin" person after her death and possessed a human body once more.
Next, the scenes changed faster and faster. What appeared before me were almost entirely
the life experiences of the Yin Demon's possessed persons and its process of finding the next host... Each possession and transfer seemed like
a cycle of life. And each possession and transfer made the Yin Demon's power grow stronger... After
the fifth possession, it almost completely controlled the host's mind and consciousness. Rather than possessing a host
, it's more accurate to say it completely took over the host's body, freezing the host's original thoughts and consciousness within
. Among those controlled and possessed by it were both men and women, nobles and commoners.
This demon seemed exceptionally cautious and careful, as if worried about creating another tragedy like Xia Ji's
, keeping its actions within a relatively reasonable range. At least I didn't see anyone
lose their life because of having a relationship with the demon's host. Each host's life progressed smoothly and uneventfully,
leading to normal aging and death; at most, their lives seemed slightly "romantic
. "
And so… it seemed two or three hundred years had passed. This demon had actually completed its ninth possession
, this time possessing a noblewoman.
Like the previous possessed hosts, this noblewoman, after a fulfilling and romantic life,
reached the end of her days. Her relatives and friends built her a luxurious tomb and held a grand funeral
…
On the night her body lay in state for relatives and guests to pay their respects, the mourners, exhausted from days of
funeral activities, fell asleep. At this moment, however, the noblewoman's body underwent a startling
change… Without warning, her abdomen began to swell and swell, just like
a pregnant woman's.
Soon after, her swollen abdomen deflated, and as it did so,
a naked infant crawled out from her lower body…
The infant was born with skin as white as jade and a head of lustrous black hair. The thick,
flowing hair obscured the infant's face, but through the gaps, one could sense
the gaze emanating from its bright, clear eyes, like black gemstones.
The baby didn't cry, nor did it make any sound.
It slowly crawled out of the coffin, then sat in the main hall of the mourning hall, observing its surroundings.
When it sensed that one of the mourners was about to wake up, it quickly crawled out of the hall. The one who woke up
got up, observed the hall, and cautiously examined the deceased's body. Finding everything normal, it blankly
returned to its original position and dozed off again.
I watched in stunned silence as everything unfolded before my eyes.
"It's an infant, a real infant... no longer a white, ghostly aura... Could
it be that the Yin Demon, after nine possessions and transfers, has actually gained a real body? If I hadn't
seen it with my own eyes... I probably wouldn't have believed such a thing could happen. Old Han has never mentioned
what form or appearance a Yin Demon would eventually develop into! Hmm... I guess he didn't know this either. Because
the most powerful Yin Demon he knows of is only the seventh-rank Yin Demon that appeared during the Northern and Southern Dynasties. But
the one I'm seeing now is a ninth-rank... it has completely completed nine possessions and transfers... Old Han probably doesn't even know that
such a ninth-rank Yin Demon was ever born in this world, right?"
At this moment, the scene in the dream changed again. I was instantly transported to a town where noblewomen lived.
In the street, I quickly saw the infant born from the noblewoman's body…
I don't know how it managed to crawl from the noblewoman's funeral to this place
, but it was clearly exhausted. It curled up in the corner of a house, panting weakly
. Then, dawn broke, the house door opened, and a middle-aged woman came out and immediately
saw the infant huddled in the corner. She rushed over and held the baby in her arms. Judging from her
surprised expression and the way she carefully cradled the infant, she clearly mistook this child, transformed from a demon, for an
ordinary abandoned human baby.
This was a demon transformed into an infant, not human! Heaven knows what kind of harm it could cause to an ordinary person?
Thinking of this, I momentarily forgot the reality of being in a dream and hurriedly rushed to the
middle-aged woman's side, wanting to warn her.
But clearly, everything I did was in vain! The middle-aged woman was completely unaware of my presence.
Instead, realizing the baby was still alive, she immediately took off her coat, carefully wrapped the baby in it, and lovingly
rocked it in her arms. At the same time, she reached out and brushed aside the hair covering the baby's face…
"…So…so cute! So beautiful…Can there really be such exquisitely perfect baby features in this world?"
These words flashed through my mind the moment I saw the baby
's face, and at the same time, I felt a sense of déjà vu about
the baby's appearance. Just as I was about to open my eyes wide, intending to examine the baby's face more closely and search my stored
memories of its appearance, a piercingly shrill female scream suddenly rang in my ears.
The instant the sound entered my eardrums, I felt a chill run down my spine! This feeling wasn't
because the woman's scream was particularly terrifying, but because when I heard it, my
heart felt as if it had been struck a heavy blow. And I had felt this way before…
just like when Yan Guang was harmed by the demonized Cao Zixuan; my heart and body
trembled violently, almost uncontrollably. The dream before my eyes vanished without a trace in an instant!
I suddenly opened my eyes... darkness, a cold ancient sewer... I was once again back in
the real world I existed in.

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