Huang Rong's mother and wife

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The sun had risen, shining through the wooden window onto Guo Polu's face. The blinding light made him squint his eyes a few times before slowly opening them, still drowsy.

As soon as he sat up, a wave of aches and weakness washed over him, and his head throbbed with pain. Startled, he quickly sat still, gripping the edge of the bed tightly with both hands. He had been drinking too much the night before, which was why he was in this state. Guo Polu sat quietly for half an hour before his discomfort subsided somewhat.

He had only drunk alcohol and eaten food the night before, and now, waking up, he felt extremely thirsty. He got up, poured himself a cup of tea, and swallowed a sip. The headache lessened slightly , and he vaguely remembered the events of the previous night.

"Thank goodness Brother Miao dissuaded me, otherwise, how could I face my parents!" Guo Polu thought. "He was the one who brought me home last night, why isn't he here?" He looked around, then went downstairs to search, but couldn't find him. He

ate a little porridge and went out into the street, hoping to find the two friends he had met the day before. Along the streets, a few ragged beggars squatted here and there, some scattered, some in small groups. Their pitiful plight saddened Guo Polu. Remembering that

his mother was the leader of the Beggars' Clan, Guo Polu took out the change he had and placed it in several portions in the tattered bowls in front of the beggars. It wasn't that he didn't want to take more, but there were so many people, it was difficult to divide equally. He himself had only carried a few dozen taels of silver with him, and had already spent quite a bit along the way. What puzzled Guo Polu most was that three taels of silver were missing from his purse. If it had been lost or stolen, why was there still some left? If not, how could those three taels have vanished without a trace? It was truly a headache. Unable

to unravel the mystery, Guo Polu put the matter aside, only occasionally letting it trouble him. He opened his folding fan and walked gracefully forward.

His eyes frequently swept to both sides, trying to find Miao Gongrong and Hu Qing. Unwittingly, he was bumped.

A gentle "Excuse me" reached his ears. Turning around, he saw a woman dressed in light green, her expression panicked, constantly looking back as she hurried forward, as if chased by a ferocious beast. Guo Polu caught a glimpse and recognized her as a stunningly beautiful woman.

A short while later, a steward-like figure approached, followed by two servants. They were panting as they chased something.

They seemed to have spotted their target, shouting, "There! Chase after him! Don't let him get away! If the master punishes us, none of us will have a good time!" As they ran, the two servants behind, hearing the master's imposing name, trembled, fear flashing in their eyes, and they chased even harder.

The woman in front became even more panicked, her eyes fixed on her pursuers, her steps quickening. She didn't see a carriage speeding towards her from directly ahead.

Seeing this, Guo Polu sprinted to her side. He reached out and pulled the woman, who lost her balance and fell into Guo Polu's arms. The woman was about to reprimand him when she noticed a carriage just brushing past her, and her face paled instantly. She realized that if the man hadn't pulled her away, she might already be dead.

Guo Polu carefully examined the woman in his arms. She had phoenix eyes, with captivating, watery pupils.

She had willow-leaf eyebrows, an oval face, fair skin, and peach-blossom cheeks. Especially striking were her cherry lips, which, though closed, had a slight upturn at the corners, as if she were always smiling, making Guo Polu stare intently. She wore no makeup and simple clothes, yet possessed a beautiful, voluptuous figure, especially her wide hips and high, prominent breasts, which exuded a captivating mature charm.

Whether it was from the quick walking earlier or from falling into the arms of a stranger, he couldn't tell. A few blushes rose on the woman's face, her eyelashes trembled slightly, her small mouth was slightly panting, her heart was pounding rapidly, and a few strands of hair clung to her forehead, damp with sweat, adding to her allure.

"I consider myself to have seen many women, and my mother is the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world. Compared to my mother, the two of us are truly enchanting and charming, each with our own unique allure." Even having seen Huang Rong, the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world, Guo Polu couldn't help but sigh at how captivating

she was. The woman in his arms felt the man's burning gaze, her face flushed even more, and she said softly, "Young master, may I get up?" "I

was impetuous and offended you greatly.

Please forgive me for my rudeness," Guo Polu helped her up and asked, "Are you alright?" "Thank you so much for saving me just now, young master. I am deeply grateful."

"It was nothing, nothing to mention. Since... well..." How to address her was a dilemma for Guo Polu. Calling her "young lady" seemed a bit frivolous; yet, given her middle-aged appearance, a more fitting title was hard to find.

As if recalling Guo Polu's predicament, the woman covered her mouth and chuckled, "My surname is Liu. If you don't mind, sir, please call me Aunt Liu, how about that?"

"Alright, then please forgive my boldness. Since Aunt Liu is alright, please make yourself at home

." Guo Polu was about to leave when he was stopped. Looking up, he saw the steward-like figure from before.

"May I ask what brings you here?" Guo Polu asked, looking at the several unfriendly-looking men before him.

"Leave that woman here. You can get lost." The steward pointed at the woman surnamed Liu beside him, his face arrogant. He clearly mistook Guo Polu for the woman's accomplice.

"Why are you, gentlemen, so strong and burly, making things difficult for a woman?"

"Mind your own business! This little wench dares to cheat on us behind our backs!

You'd better let go, or we'll beat you too!" "Nonsense! Go away, I don't want to fight." Guo Polu saw the woman's pale face and her shaking head, knowing the truth wasn't what they were saying.

"You don't know your place! In Lanzhou, who doesn't give the Li family some face? Skin him alive! If anything happens, the master will take responsibility."

Two men immediately attacked. Guo Polu tripped one of them with his left foot, then struck the other on the forehead with his fan in his right hand. The other man cried out in pain, kneeling on the ground, rubbing his hands.

"You two good-for-nothings, keep going! If you can't stop her today, you'll be skinned alive by the master!" The steward said as he retreated.

The two men on the ground ignored their pain and got up to attack Guo Polu again. Guo Polu kicked them twice, sending the two men sprawling to the ground, writhing in excruciating pain, unable to rise again.

Seeing the situation was dire, the steward's legs trembled as he cried out, "You wait! I...I'll go get reinforcements! I'll make sure you're dead!" He stumbled and crawled back the way he came, whether to seek help or fear another kick from Guo Polu,

it was unclear. The woman, initially worried for Guo Polu, breathed a sigh of relief seeing him subdue the man so easily. However, hearing that he was going back to call for more men, her heart pounded again.

"Young master has already helped me twice, which is more than enough. I cannot trouble you any further. Please leave."

"Aunt Liu, you are mistaken. Women, children, and infants are already weak and vulnerable, and need help even more. It is truly despicable that they would dare to do such a thing." "

But they outnumber you and you could easily be injured if you are not careful. Moreover, the Li family has always been powerful here, and I am afraid you will suffer a loss."

"Since I have addressed you as Aunt Liu, I cannot ignore this matter. It is unbecoming of a man to bully the weak and fear the strong. Aunt Liu, there is no need for further words."

Seeing that Guo Polu's expression was resolute and his words were sincere, the woman surnamed Liu had no choice but to nod in agreement.

"Young master, your chivalrous spirit is truly admirable. I've been out for quite some time now, so it's time for me to return. If they can't find me, they might go back to cause trouble for you. I hope you'll be careful."

"Where does Aunt Liu live?"

"About an hour or so after leaving the south gate."

"Then I'll escort Aunt Liu out of the city, to prevent them from resorting to underhanded tactics."

Guo Polu escorted her all the way to the South Gate, and no one stopped them, presumably because those people had lost track of them and couldn't find them.

"Thank you for your chivalry, young master. I am deeply grateful." The woman folded her hands slightly at her sides and bowed to Guo Polu.

"Aunt Liu, you are too kind. My parents taught me Confucianism from a young age. If those people can disregard shame, how can I disregard propriety?"

"I will take my leave now. Farewell, young master."

Guo Polu didn't return to the city until he could no longer see her.

He stayed in Lanzhou for over a month, witnessing the joys and sorrows, birth, aging, sickness, and death, the rise and fall of wealth and poverty. He gained a deeper understanding and experience of life. (Details omitted for thousands of words)

But for some reason, after waking up that day, he never saw Miao Gongrong and Hu Qing again. He waited for them in the tavern for several days, but there was no trace of either of them. He had no choice but to pack his bags, leave this place that he couldn't explain, and continue south.

Guo Polu rode his horse along the official road, a dirt thoroughfare wide enough for two carriages to pass side by side.

On either side grew tall weeds, some over a meter high, and further on, lush forests stretched out. From above, it resembled a white jade ribbon wrapped around a verdant emerald. Everything was green, everything was beautiful. Although the summer sun scorched the earth and cicadas were chirping loudly, the lush greenery and the cool breeze on his face were incredibly pleasant. He slowed his horse's pace, closed his eyes, and absorbed the moment.

Faintly, he heard a woman's cries for help and a man's maniacal laughter. He listened carefully for a while and realized it wasn't his imagination; the sounds were coming from the forest to his right. He looked around, left his horse by the roadside, and quietly made his way along a narrow path beside the main road, crossing a small mound. He confirmed that the sounds were indeed coming from below.

Fortunately, he had practiced martial arts since childhood, and although he was only considered a mid-level expert, his hearing was still slightly better than the average person.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have heard the woman's cries for help at all. He used the large tree that could block his view to gradually approach the source of the sound. Fearing that getting too close would make him easily discovered, Guo Polu stopped a few feet away from the group.

He leaned out and was immediately filled with anger. He saw five or six men, leering and grinning, surrounding a woman, occasionally making lewd remarks. The woman was surrounded by these men, and her face was not clearly visible. But from her voice, one could sense her anxiety. She kept trying to get out of the group surrounding her. But wherever she went, the group blocked her way.

"Gentlemen, could you please make way for me?" the woman's slightly angry voice rang out.

"Little girl, it's still early. Why are you in such a hurry to go back? Why not stay and have some fun with us brothers? Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"I've been away for so long, my family is worried sick. I have to go back right away."

"Hmph, we've been following you for so long just to taste your flesh. How can we let you go so easily?"

They finally revealed their purpose.

"Hehe, are you going to submit willingly, or are we going to force you?"

"You bunch of lecherous scoundrels, let me go!" Despair filled the girl's eyes.

She had encountered similar situations before, where those lecherous men would at most make some suggestive remarks. She never expected that this group would be different; they actually intended to force themselves on her. Moreover, there were five or six strong men among them, and they were in the middle of nowhere. Begging for mercy was useless, which made her heart sink.

Hearing the woman call him a lecher, the group became even more unrestrained, saying, "The lecher will make you feel like you're dying of pleasure later." "Help! Help!" Loud cries for help echoed through the forest.

"Go ahead and scream, it's no use screaming your lungs out in this desolate wilderness. No one will come to save you,"

Guo Polu stomped his foot and muttered, "A bunch of beasts."

"Hey, brother. I never expected to find such a beautiful woman in this remote place! This trip was truly worthwhile."

"This woman has watery eyes and a curvaceous figure. Especially her breasts, they're even more swollen than those of a woman who has given birth. We're in for a treat today." The leader's words were followed by lewd laughter and the sound of swallowing saliva.

"Yes, brother. We brothers are seasoned players in the game of love, we've seen our share of women and wives. But none of them can compare to this one!"

"What do you know, you frog in a well!"

"Does brother have some romantic history? Tell us, let us have a laugh."

"No, not at all. You all know I'm from Xiangyang. You've probably heard of that woman from Xiangyang, right?"

"Could it be... Huang Rong?" someone around asked uncertainly.

"That's right, it's Guo Jing's wife, the leader of the Beggars' Sect."

"Although she's famous for her beauty, she's probably just all talk."

"You're so naive! I was lucky enough to see her family on the roadside back then. Not to mention Huang Rong herself, even her two daughters were rare beauties." The leader reminisced, "That figure, that face. Even after having children, her figure wasn't bloated, but rather gained a more charming womanly allure. If I could have a good time with her, I'd be willing to shorten my lifespan by ten years!" "Brother, you don't have that kind of luck. Maybe the officials in Xiangyang City are already her lovers."

"Haha, that's very possible. Otherwise, how could the heavy defenses of Xiangyang City fall into the hands of a woman?

So beautiful and charming, so radiant, it's no wonder she attracts so many suitors." "

People's hearts are corrupt now. Even if they can't have it, they'll still smear it with dirty water before they're satisfied.

" "How does she compare to this woman?" Someone pointed to the woman they were surrounding.

"She's slightly better than her two daughters, but compared to Huang Rong, who's already married, she lacks a certain charm."

"Once we take her 'red pill,' she'll be even more alluring, and then we'll have our fun."

The leader-like man said, "Alright, stop playing around, or things might get complicated. Let's get serious." He then reached out to pull at the woman's clothes.

"You beast, let go of that girl!" Guo Polu couldn't stand it any longer.

"Where did this wild brat come from, daring to ruin my good time? If you know

what's good for you, get out of the way, maybe I'll even give you a little soup later." "You beasts! Heroine Huang has devoted herself to the country and its people, her sincerity shining like the sun and moon. Instead of being grateful, you bunch of nameless rats are here ruining her reputation. And in broad daylight, you dare to harass a respectable woman! You deserve to die!"

"Young man, you're quite the talker. Are you Huang Rong's lover? Otherwise, why would you defend her like this?"

The leader, seeing that only Guo Polu was there, felt slightly relieved. He then began to hurl vulgarities, making the eyes of the large group gleam with greed.

"Buddhism says 'all beings are equal,' but I see you all willingly accept being inferior, you're beyond redemption. Today I will act on behalf of Heaven and eliminate you from this world, so you won't pollute people's eyes."

"Don't you know your own strength? Brothers, go and kill him!" The leader's face was ferocious, wishing Guo Polu's blood would splatter everywhere.

The leader winked at one of the men beside him, signaling him to test Guo Polu's strength. He nodded slightly, grinned maliciously, and pulled a dagger from his sleeve, charging towards Guo Polu.

Just as the weapon was about to reach him, Guo Polu stepped forward with his left leg, sidestepped, grabbed the leader's hand, and pulled him away, sending him sprawling into a mouthful of mud. The leader, having some experience, saw the danger and immediately shouted, "This guy's tough, all of you attack!"

A group of people swarmed around him, but Guo Polu remained indifferent, making no move.

Seeing that Guo Polu completely ignored them, the group gritted their teeth in anger, wishing they could devour his flesh and drink his blood. They all secretly resolved to make him wish he were dead.

The leader waved his hand, and they all pressed towards Guo Polu. He himself attacked Guo Polu's face directly, unleashing a move called "Black Tiger Strikes the Heart." Guo Polu parried with a flick of his wrist, using his sword as a staff in his right hand to strike the leader's Tanzhong acupoint. The leader, sensing danger, ducked to dodge, but was struck on the Yutang acupoint. He immediately felt chest pain, shortness of breath, and swelling pain in his breasts. Startled, he leaped out of the circle, waiting for an opportunity.

Another man behind him, seeing Guo Polu facing him head-on with his back wide open, saw an opening and thrust his knife. If Guo Polu succeeded, he would be severely injured, if not killed. Guo Polu seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, seeing everything behind him. Before the blade even reached him, he kicked backward with his right foot, striking the man holding the blade squarely in the stomach. The man crouched down in pain. Immediately after, Guo Polu spun

around, kicking the man in the forehead with his left foot, sending him sprawling backward. Then, with a light touch of his toes, he leaped into the air, delivering two flying kicks to the left and right, knocking down the attackers on either side.

Those who had just fallen pressed their hands to their wounds and rushed forward again. Guo Polu swept his legs,

and the circle of attackers groaned and fell to the ground. Seeing his men groaning on the ground, the leader dared not advance alone. Those who had fallen gradually got up, forming a circle, hesitant to attack. The pain in their bodies made their eyes flash with fear. Seeing a signal from the leader, they exchanged glances, gritted their teeth, and slowly moved towards Guo Polu in the center.

Suddenly, someone mustered their courage, and the others also attacked Guo Polu. Guo Polu used his sword like a club, repeatedly striking the neck of the person in front of him. When someone else attacked, Guo Polu kicked twice more. Finally, the person behind him found an opening, raising his leg to kick Guo Polu in the groin. Guo Polu was startled, not expecting such a shameless move, but now, with no foothold, he had no leverage and couldn't change his position.

The man, seizing this opportunity, rushed behind Guo Polu, raising his leg to deliver a powerful kick. However, due to his excessive momentum and lack of control, he lost his balance and fell flat on his back. Guo Polu used this opportunity to escape the predicament, unleashing a wide, powerful strike. Soon, only the groans of pain remained on the ground.

"With such meager skills, you dare to indulge in lewd pleasures and defile people's purity? You deserve to die."

In truth, Guo Polu overestimated them. Only the leader of the group possessed a few martial arts moves; the others were completely ignorant of martial arts. Their numbers and ruthlessness only fueled the bullying and humiliation of ordinary people. This further emboldened them, allowing them to oppress the innocent. Now, encountering Guo Polu, they were like wolves entering a tiger's den, their former glory gone.

"Young hero, please have mercy! I have an eighty-year-old mother and young children. I was careless and went astray. I beg you to spare my life, young hero. I will surely repent and return to the right path."

The group prostrated themselves on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, putting Guo Polu in a dilemma. His hands had never been stained with blood; he had only intended to teach them a lesson. Now that they were begging for mercy, he hadn't considered killing them. But he feared that if he let them go, they would remain wicked and continue to harm ordinary people.

"Young hero, I was wrong. I will definitely repent and never bully others again. I hope you will give us a chance." Seeing the hesitation on Guo Polu's face, the leader knew there was hope for his life, and crawled to Guo Polu's feet, kowtowing repeatedly.

"Letting you go is not impossible, but your foul language and insults to Huang Rong make things difficult for me."

Guo Polu had already decided to let them go, but their insults to Huang Rong had made him furious.

"We are heartless and filthy, utterly despicable, yet we have insulted the reputation and chastity of Lady Huang. We deserve to die!"

To save their lives, the group described themselves as worse than pigs and dogs, almost as if they wanted to acknowledge Guo Polu as their ancestor.

"Alright, you can go now. If you dare to do evil again and I catch you, I will take your heads."

"We dare not, we dare not again." The group said in silence.

The leader got up, but stumbled and was about to fall again. Guo Polu, unable to bear it, reached out and helped him up. A venomous glint flashed in the leader's eyes. He clutched a packet in his hand and threw it at Guo Polu's face.

Guo Polu hadn't expected the man who had just begged for mercy to suddenly attack. Caught off guard and at such close range, he was drenched in the packet, and before he knew it, a small amount of powdery substance had entered his mouth and nose. Enraged, Guo Polu struck out with a palm, but the leader seemed prepared and immediately withdrew after striking. Guo Polu's palm strike had failed; instead, he felt a wave of dizziness.

"Boy, you've been poisoned by this aphrodisiac. The more you use your internal energy, the faster the poison will spread through your bloodstream,"

the leader said smugly, showing no trace of his earlier desperate pleas for mercy. The others also stood up, looking at Guo Polu as if he were already dead.

"Haha, kid, weren't you so cocky just now? Now you're at our mercy!"

"Despicable and shameless! I spared your lives, and you betrayed me!"

"Who told you to call yourself a chivalrous knight! You killed us and nothing happened, didn't you?" "You're still

wet behind the ears and you dare to stand up for others ? You're asking for death, you can't

blame anyone else." "A mere rookie in the martial world, without any guile, your family even let you out. You have no one to blame but yourself when you die."

Even a tiger fallen into the plains is bullied by its dogs. A group of people, to avenge the humiliation they had just suffered, hurled all sorts of insults at Guo Polu.

"Even if I die, I'll send you on your way."

"Still daring to talk back when death is imminent? I'll send you on your way." Saying this, they were about to step forward.

"We can't let him off so easily!" The leader stopped his men's impulsive actions. "Kid, are you itching for a fight? Let me tell you. This is the infamous 'Lustful Heart Powder.' Whether you're a man or a woman, if you inhale even a small amount, you must have intercourse with someone of the opposite sex, or you'll bleed profusely and die from either 'erectile dysfunction' or 'excessive yin.' Forget about women, but we old men can put on a live sex show for you, so you can be free sooner."

"Brother, that's brilliant! Let him be anxious because he can't have it, which will only enhance the drug's effects. I'll see how he dies from 'erectile dysfunction,' haha."

Guo Polu's head was spinning, and his lower abdomen was throbbing with pain. It felt like all the blood in his body was rushing to those two places. He only vaguely heard their words, and with his last bit of consciousness, he stood in front of the woman and said, "Miss, go quickly!" "

But, young master, what about you?"

"If you stay here, I'll be even more distracted. It won't be time to leave later."

"No, you did this to save me. I can't leave you alone." The woman just kept shaking her head.

"Get out of here! Crying like this is disgusting!" Guo Polu's voice cracked with malice, his tone sharpening.

The woman glanced at Guo Polu, sobbing, then gritted her teeth and ran away. Seeing their prize about to slip away, the others couldn't stand it and tried to intercept her.

Guo Polu drew his sword with a clang, the blade flashing. The two women in front of him instantly fell to the ground, bleeding profusely. Seeing Guo Polu's continued power, the others dared not approach. Guo Polu leaned on the ground, sword in hand. Thinking she was exhausted, the men surrounded her again. Guo Polu tried to draw his sword again, but he was too weak to support himself and collapsed unconscious. He could still vaguely hear their angry shouts and laughter.

He struggled to open his eyes and saw the remaining men approaching him, their eyes filled with resentment. Guo Polu regretted his earlier soft-heartedness. He watched them slowly approach, unable to move an inch, only feeling a splitting headache.

"Am I going to die?" he thought to himself. He had never experienced death before, but a surge of resentment welled up inside him. "I haven't seen my mother one last time. If she knew I was dying, would she cry?"

His thoughts drifted far away, oblivious to the menacing gazes around him.

"She definitely would," he thought again. "What mother wouldn't be heartbroken upon learning of her child's death?"

"It's a pity, just a mother weeping for her child

." The men were getting closer, their hurried footsteps ringing in his ears. Just as Guo Polu was in despair, he heard a cry of pain. With his last ounce of strength, he looked up and saw a veiled woman fighting with the men.

"Who is she? Why did she save me? Will she be alright?" he wondered.

He glanced over again; the woman's martial arts seemed even more advanced than he had imagined. The men had already retreated, fleeing in different directions, and the woman had given chase.

"Well, my worries were unnecessary," Guo Polu thought, and then he fainted.

Guo Polu felt like he had a dream, a very long dream. Guo Polu felt lightheaded, weightless, his feet not touching the ground, as if someone was pulling him away.

"Was it Ox-Head and Horse-Face who took me?" he wondered. After a while, he felt himself lying on a hard wooden plank.

"Could this be the execution platform? But I haven't done anything immoral."

"No, you have," another voice echoed in his mind. "You secretly coveted your own mother."

"No, I just love her. Although it violates morality, I still love her unconditionally."

"No, you know this is an unforgivable sin, yet you remain stubborn. She only sees you as her son."

"Yes, so what? I have feelings for her. Even just watching her quietly makes me happy."

"You willingly succumb to depravity, an unforgivable sin."

"If this is demonic, I would rather be forever condemned to the demonic path, never to regret it."

The voice in his mind ceased, and he seemed to hear the sound of someone walking back and forth.

"Do ghosts still make sounds when they walk? Why isn't it talking? Is it thinking of some way to punish me?"

Guo Polu tried to open his eyes and saw a blood-red scene before him, with a dark figure moving about indistinctly.

He didn't feel any physical pain, only a throbbing pain in his head and lower body. He clenched his fists, trying to endure it, and he seemed to hear the sound of his teeth grinding. But the pain didn't lessen; instead, it intensified.

"Are they torturing my soul?"

Waves of pain surged through his mind and lower body. His clenched fists, with veins bulging, didn't alleviate the pain in the slightest. He could only pound his fists hard against the wooden board beneath him, again and again.

The moving figure seemed startled by him. Guo Polu felt it approach him, and soon his hand was grasped by something soft and elastic.

"Is this its hand? But why is it so cold?"

He felt its hand against his own, and his whole body turned cold. Guo Polu held its hand tightly, unwilling to let go.

It seemed to be hurt by his tightly clenched hands, trying to pull away, but Guo Polu held it firmly, so it gave up the idea.

Its body, which had just cooled slightly, grew increasingly hot, as if it were being roasted over a fire. Guo Polu frantically tore at his clothes, letting out "hoarse" cries, much like a wounded wild animal.

A barely audible voice called "Lu'er" sounded in his ear, bringing him to his senses slightly. The voice seemed to come from a very distant place, traversing thousands of mountains and rivers, reaching his ears only faintly.

"Is Mother calling me?" But Guo Polu couldn't pay attention. He waved his hands, as if trying to find his way back, but the white mist before him made him unsure of his location or the origin of the "Lu'er" voice.

He felt something pressing down on his hands, then something cool and soft pressed against his body, seemingly carrying a faint fragrance.

"A ghost's body is indeed cold, but how can it smell so good? It's very much like a woman's body."

"Could it not be a ghost, but a real woman?"

The burning heat in his body seemed to find an outlet, turning into a torrent of heat that surged towards her. But it was all like trying to stop boiling water with boiling water; once it cooled down a little, his body became hot again.

After contact with the body that resembled a woman, blood rushed to his groin, and Guo Polu felt his penis growing larger and larger, standing tall like a pillar reaching the sky, but the blood kept flowing in, as if it wouldn't stop until it burst.

Guo Polu's lower body unconsciously thrust upwards, wanting to find a place to insert and release his pent-up desire.

A soft, icy hand unfastened Guo Polu's trousers, took out his penis, and grasped it, but as if startled, immediately released it, only to grasp it again a few moments later.

"Not enough, not enough," Guo Polu roared inwardly, his head also began to bang against the wooden board, and something flowed from his nostrils and mouth, with a slightly fishy smell.

The woman seemed panicked. After a moment's hesitation, she climbed onto the plank and sat on Guo Polu. Her hand trembled as she grasped Guo Polu's penis.

Blood seeped more and more from Guo Polu's mouth and nostrils. The woman gritted her teeth, as if making the most difficult decision of her life. Just before Guo Polu completely lost consciousness, he felt his penis enter a warm, moist opening. Guo Polu felt like he had found a lifeline, thrusting his lower body upwards forcefully. Sure enough, his body felt much cooler.

Like someone who had tasted the sweetness, Guo Polu kept inserting and withdrawing his penis into that opening, repeating this process.

This time, the burning sensation didn't return to his body. Guo Polu's mind cleared a little. He felt something cold drip onto his face. He struggled to open his eyes and vaguely saw a woman with a veiled face leaning against his face.

"Is that the woman who saved me just now?" a voice echoed in Guo Polu's mind.

"What's dripping on my face? Is it her tears? Did she save me with her virginity?"

"Who are you? Who are you?" Guo Polu tried to speak, but something seemed to block his throat.

"Who are you? Who are you?" Thinking of a woman who saved him with her virginity, he just wanted to know who she was.

"Who...who are you?" Guo Polu finally uttered the words in a muffled voice.

The woman on top of him seemed not to have expected him to speak, but she remained silent, whether out of unwillingness to answer or for some other reason.

Guo Polu unconsciously thrust his lower body, as if trying to meld himself into her body, but he kept asking the same question.

"Who are you? Who are you?" Guo Polu roared, feeling as if he were spitting out another mouthful of blood.

"I am you...I am Huang...Wang Rou'er." The woman could no longer remain silent and spoke.

Guo Polu ejaculated, but his lower body didn't soften as before; it remained as hard as iron. He continued thrusting, trying to release the burning desire within him. Three times in a row, his semen gushed out uncontrollably, and Guo Polu completely lost consciousness.

Before passing out, he heard a long, resonant voice from a woman, and then her body went limp and collapsed onto him.

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