[Fantasy] The Slave Wife Wants to Turn the Tables (Complete) - 5

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Chapter 30 The Unfathomable Man (Part Two)

"No matter which foreign land you come from, no matter how inexplicable your arrival, just remember one thing: you are now a slave, a slave of the great King of Guge." The man's large hand gripped her right shoulder through her clothes, his rough, cold laugh chilling and fierce. "Don't make futile resistance, and don't even dream of escaping. Your shoulder bears the slave mark of the Muchi royal family. No matter where you run, the Dharma King will find you, and you will forever be the King's slave."

Luo Zhu stared at him in shock and horror, her eyes filled with disbelief and fear. How could this be? How could he possibly see through her thoughts?

"You filthy woman, you may look gentle and quiet, but your courage and perseverance far surpass those of ordinary women. You're adaptable and cunning like a fox; it's no wonder you'd be content to be a slave." The man's arms around her waist tightened, his large hand gripping her right shoulder cruelly. "Filthy woman, tell me, am I right or wrong?"

"Ah—" Luo Zhu cried out in pain, her body trying to spring upwards in agony, but the iron arm around her waist held her firmly. Beads of sweat beaded on her forehead, her face beneath the blood and mud was deathly pale, even her lips had lost their color, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably.

"If you disobey and run away, you'd better pray you manage to escape the guards' pursuit and the Dharma King's spiritual trail. If you are unfortunately caught, you must have the courage to bear the King's terrible punishment for runaway slaves. You're so smart, you should understand what I mean." The man released her right shoulder, his large hand reaching into the tattered robe, and very improperly pulled down her bra, seemingly deliberately yet casually kneading her two snowy peaks. The hostility in his voice gradually dissipated, and he praised, "Dirty woman, your breasts are large and perky, soft and elastic, smooth and full, they feel very good to grasp."

Luo Zhu opened her mouth but then suddenly closed it again, almost habitually blurting out "thank you." This was humiliation! This was sexual harassment! This was indecent assault! This was disrespect! What was she supposed to thank? When Tashi Langtso had her breasts played with, she felt extremely uncomfortable and shy, and a sweet and warm feeling would rise up. As the man did it, her unease and shyness lessened considerably, replaced by a helpless resentment and numb indifference. Her body remained tense and alert throughout, constantly on guard against any life-threatening danger. The

calloused hands of the man chafed her delicate skin painfully, and when a tender nipple was pinched and pulled by his rough fingers, she finally couldn't help but wince and let out a soft cry of pain.

"Pain?" The man raised an eyebrow wickedly, his cruel fingers rubbing it again. "This nipple is small and pink, delicate and tender, and your body isn't particularly sensual or sensitive. It seems you're probably still a virgin who hasn't been played with by a man. It's just a pity—" He paused, his fingers softening their grip, slowly circling the nipple.

"Just a pity about what?" The gentle circling sent a tingling sensation through her body, and Luo Zhu frantically grabbed his arm. She didn't want him to continue his defilement, yet dared not openly resist, fearing those two strong fingers might crush her nipples if they were displeased.

"You female slaves are specially captured by the King to breed with male slaves. You will be taken to the breeding room, where male slaves will impregnate you until you are successfully pregnant. By then, even the purest and most delicate body will be ruined," the man chuckled in a low voice. He slowly withdrew his hand from her bosom and pulled her clothes back up.

A breeding slave?!

The man's words struck Luo Zhu like a bolt of lightning, leaving her completely stunned. She had heard of breeding dogs, pigs, cattle, horses, pandas—breeding all kinds of animals—but never of breeding humans. That's right, she was a slave. As a slave, she was no longer human, but a human-shaped animal. Human dignity, human life, human emotions—all would cease to exist. A wave of overwhelming despair washed over her, chilling her to the bone. Her heartbeat, blood, and thoughts froze in that instant.

"Filthy woman, if you don't want to become a breeding slave, then try to get the king to choose you." He released her, who was still stunned, and shoved the lamb rib that had fallen to the grass into her hand.

Luo Zhu turned her stiff eyes, staring blankly at the man before her who was grinning so strangely and menacingly. Her mouth opened, but no words came out.

The man seemed to understand her unspoken language, leaning close to her ear, his voice even deeper, "How you try is your business, it has nothing to do with me. I can only offer this advice: if you don't want to die too young, don't resort to the foolish method of climbing into bed." He straightened up, stepping on her injured right shoulder, grinding it, and after seeing her contorted expression of pain, he added with glee, "Dirty woman, you'll be back in the capital by noon tomorrow, then you can smear your hands and face with it. Remember, my name is Lie Shakya Tashi, captain of the Royal Black Cavalry, the Dharma King's Choni Chinpoche." With that, he withdrew his foot, laughing loudly, and strode away.

Luo Zhu stared blankly at the tall figure gradually disappearing into the twilight, for a long, long time before her heartbeat, blood, and thoughts slowly thawed.

Lie Shakya Tashi—in the highest plateau, only the oldest and most prestigious noble families possess a family name that has been passed down for thousands of years. That man was actually born into an ancient noble family; it was truly impossible to tell from his appearance.

If I remember correctly, the position of Droni Chenpo, the Dharma King's attendant, was responsible for internal and external communications, essentially a messenger. In this era where politics and religion complemented each other, such a position held immense power.

Clearly, this man named Lhesha Shakya Tashi was both the right-hand man of the Guge King and a loyal follower of the Dharma King. He was not only powerful and terrifying in person, but also possessed immense power behind him. So why would this high and mighty man, after abusing and humiliating her, this lowly female slave, then kindly remind her? He threatened her with terrible consequences if she escaped and was caught, yet his words seemed to subtly suggest that she flee. What was he thinking? What was he planning? His words and actions were utterly unfathomable.

"Hahahahahaha—"

The arrogant and gleeful laughter of several soldiers suddenly rang out from the left, interrupting her thoughts. She slightly turned her head, cautiously peering through the gaps in her flowing braids towards the source of the sound.

A dozen meters to the left, a soldier was lewdly assaulting a female slave with her breasts exposed, his large mouth licking and biting at her high breasts, his large hands squeezing and kneading her flesh. Another soldier was kneeling on top of the slave, his large hands inside her robes, clearly groping her genitals. The slave showed no pain, no crying, no struggle; she held a bone in her hands, greedily chewing on it.

Beside her, a male slave knelt on the ground, another male slave thrusting into him with his trousers down. Two soldiers surrounding them, holding bones, watched with rapt attention, occasionally feeding them a bite, their faces filled with lewd and arrogant grins.

...

One humiliating and filthy scene after another played out around them, just like the night before, accompanied by inhuman, maniacal laughter.

Outside the tallest and most ornate tent in the distance, a row of people stood, pointing and whispering as if watching a monkey show. The figure in the middle was the most imposing and majestic, standing there straight and unmoving. Even from a distance, one could clearly feel the kingly aura emanating from him, more dignified and noble than a lion.

She didn't know how hard she had to try to be chosen by the Guge King to escape the fate of being bred, nor did she know what the fate of a female slave chosen by the Guge King would be, but as long as she had a chance to get close to the Guge King, she would try her best. She withdrew her gaze, suppressed the urge to vomit, stuffed the lamb ribs into her robe pouch, grabbed a handful of mud and secretly smeared it on her face, neck, and wrists, and slowly crawled towards the area where the slaves and cattle and sheep were gathered. She found a sheltered and warm spot among several sheep, squeezed her body in, and then took out the lamb ribs to continue gnawing.

The Guge people's roasted lamb was actually half-cooked; after cooling, it was dry, hard, and greasy, with an even stronger gamey smell. Normally, she definitely wouldn't have been able to eat it. But now she ate with utmost care, as if savoring some exquisite delicacy. She would enter the capital of Guge tomorrow at noon, and no matter what, she had to hold on until then.

As the last rays of sunlight disappeared, night began. A strong wind blew, seemingly carrying shards of ice, chilling her to the bone.

The soldiers' evening relaxation period ended. Those who enjoyed torturing and playing with slaves ceased their games; some rested, others stood guard, each fulfilling their duties and taking their positions. Luo Zhu tossed aside the cleanly gnawed lamb rib in her hand, pulled the folded hood of her down jacket from the collar of her robe, and put it on. The down jacket was torn, so she had to pull the robe tight to prevent too much down from escaping. Huddled beside the warm bellies of two sheep, she ran her hands into the thick wool. The pungent smell of sheep was strong, but she had to endure it, or she would freeze to death in the night's chill.

Looking up at the dark sky, she slowly closed her eyes. She understood: in Lie Shakya's eyes, she was merely a fascinating living toy. Whether it was abuse and humiliation or well-intentioned reminders, it all stemmed from a perverse pleasure.

What he wanted to see was nothing more than to watch this lowly female slave struggle and thrash about to escape being mated. If she died from thrashing, she would only be the death of a slave less valuable than an animal, while he would derive entertainment from watching.

Damn it, it really was a beastly king leading a bunch of beastly soldiers—not a single one of them was any good! If she didn't escape, the name "Luo Zhu" would be spelled backwards as "Pig"!

Chapter 31

On the third day in Aliguge Royal City, Luo Zhu didn't see Lie Shakya Tashi again. She was once again unfortunately at the bottom of the pack, only this time the number of people transporting the yak had changed from six to four.

She just couldn't understand why, since the soldiers binding them hadn't been the same for three consecutive days, she was always placed at the bottom. Fortunately, the yak had been changed, and she had washed the stains on her robe with water; otherwise, she would have had to continue smelling the sour stench of her own vomit the whole way.

Many of the female slaves were covered in dust and grime. Some, who had washed their hands and faces that morning, had not escaped being bound and molested by the soldiers.

The march was noticeably faster than the previous two days. Over two hundred vultures, the symbol of the Guge King, soared proudly against the blue sky and white clouds. Two fierce and elegant snow leopards led the procession, followed by hundreds of ferocious mastiffs.

The procession was centered on the Guge King, with two hundred vanguard cavalry leading the way, two hundred flanking riders on each side, and three hundred trailing riders. Another three hundred cavalry were responsible for escorting over a thousand plundered yaks and sheep, as well as hundreds of slaves carried on the backs of the yaks. Wherever they went, the thunderous sound of hooves and billowing dust frightened away all the highland wildlife.

Although the sun was still dazzling, the temperature had noticeably dropped. After three days of travel, Luo Zhu gradually came to see the rolling hills of Ceyan Mountain, dotted with numerous lakes of varying sizes. The wilderness became increasingly vast and boundless, with devout pilgrims sporadically heading in one direction. Combining the dropping temperature with her previous experience of hiking on the high plateau, she estimated that she had roughly entered the Ngari region of the Tibetan Plateau.

Ngari, located in the core area of the Qiangtang Plateau in northern Tibet, is where the Himalayas, Gangdise Mountains, and other mountain ranges converge, earning it the title of "Ancestor of Ten Thousand Mountains." It stretches from the Zamei Mountains west of the Tanggula Mountains in the east to the western section of the Himalayas in the southwest, bordering India, Nepal, and Kashmir. It connects to the central Gangdise Mountains in the south and is bordered by the southern foothills of the Kunlun Mountains in the north, adjacent to the Xinjiang Uyghur Autonomous Region. With an average altitude of over 4,500 meters, it is the highest point on the Tibetan Plateau, also known as the "Roof of the Roofs." It is also the source of several rivers, including the Yarlung Tsangpo River, the Indus River, and the Ganges River, thus earning the reputation of "Source of a Hundred Rivers."

Since ancient times, Ngari has been revered as the "center of the world," the "place of the Holy Spirit," by Hinduism, Jainism, Tibetan Bon, Buddhism, and other religions. The famous "sacred mountain" Mount Kailash and the "holy lake" Lake Manasarovar are located here, attracting pilgrims from time to time and holding a unique place in the hearts of the plateau people.

The historical shifts in this region may only be reflected in the social structure, including politics, economy, customs, and culture; the natural landscape has likely remained largely unchanged. The Tibetan Plateau remains the Tibetan Plateau, and Ngari remains the highest peak, the ancestor of all mountains, the source of all rivers, and a place of pilgrimage.

After rounding a large river, one enters the central area of the territory ruled by the Guge Kingdom. The number of herders gradually increases, and upon seeing the cavalry, all the herders respectfully prostrate themselves on the ground from afar, welcoming the king's passing. Only after the army has passed do they rise and continue their herding work.

Although bound below, Luo Zhu couldn't suppress her excitement, occasionally trying to lift her head and look around. As the procession passed through heavily fortified tribes and castles, the Guge people prostrated themselves in welcome. After traveling hundreds of miles and crossing several high mountain meadows, they finally approached the royal city.

Dark flocks of vultures flew over the high city walls, and the soldiers guarding the city gates, led by their captains, ran out of the city and lined up in two rows to welcome the king.

"Welcome back to the city, Your Majesty—"

"Welcome back to the city, Your Majesty—"

She could hear the excited and proud shouts echoing continuously inside and outside the city walls. The soldiers raised and lowered their gleaming, sharp spears, and a dozen long horns extended from the city walls, their loud and long blasts lingering in the air above the royal city.

The outer and inner city gates, which had been half-open, were now fully open. The main road leading to the royal palace on the mountain had been quickly cleared by soldiers, and people kneeling and prostrating themselves on both sides were displaying their utmost reverence and submission to the king.

As the procession moved forward, Luo Zhu glanced around with great curiosity. The ancient city of Guge was many times larger than the modern ruins. The city walls were built against the mountainside, with sentries every ten steps and guard posts every five, and colorful prayer flags were planted everywhere. The terrain within the city seemed to include valleys, ravines, plains, and gentle slopes, roughly the same as what modern surveys have shown, and was quite complex.

Clay mountains rose and fell, each one, regardless of size, densely covered with caves. Cave dwelling was the unique way of life for the Ali Guge people. Grass and shrubs grew everywhere on the mountains and at the foot of the mountains. Although it was autumn, these half-green and half-yellow plants still swayed their resilient forms in the wind under the sunlight.

The royal city boasts a crisscrossing network of streets, towering pagodas and fortresses, shops built of earth and stone, and various stalls selling ceramic, metal, and glass artifacts, as well as silk, cotton, fur, wine, tea, rice, and other goods—an exceptionally rich variety. Kneeling along the streets are soldiers with swords and arrows, spears on their backs, native Guge people, outsiders in various attire, and even foreigners of striking appearance. Cattle, sheep, horses, and dogs stand at street corners or nibble on something, letting out soft whimpers. The city is brimming with vitality and a rich, profound history, resembling a heavily guarded and exceptionally prosperous capital. (Advertisement break: Still relying on your hands? How can that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exercise device, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation!) Maintain the sensation of ejaculation for 30 minutes, experience intense pleasure, fully automated masturbation with 12 different sexual positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter

. Who could have imagined that this colossal nation, which rose in the 10th century, ruled Alida for over 700 years under sixteen hereditary kings, and once boasted hundreds of thousands of inhabitants, would vanish in an instant during the Ladakh invasion in 1635, becoming a captivating mystery of the ages?

War destroyed the royal city, and time buried the heroes. In modern times, the Guge ruins are severely desertified, consisting only of barren earth forests, scattered ruins, collapsed caves, and crumbling stupas, all amidst the vast yellow sand. She vividly remembered standing outside the royal city ruins before her transmigration, gazing up at the earthen walls, palaces, temples, and other ruins on the 300-meter-high earthen hill, their endless desolation and tragedy bathed in the blood-red sunset.

Her body was violently thrown to the ground by the soldiers, and Luo Zhu slowly recovered from her excited reflection. She squatted back-to-back with a group of female slaves. A hundred meters away is a mountain nearly four hundred meters high, and this mountain happens to be located at the site of the modern Guge Kingdom Palace ruins.

Looking up, she seemed to transcend time and space, traversing back to the past. Under the blue sky and white clouds, in the bright sunlight, the mountains before her were no longer desolate and barren, nor were they broken and desolate. From the outside, they were lush with shrubs and weeds, rugged in terrain, with hundreds and thousands of cave dwellings scattered across the mountains. The shadows of pagodas, watchtowers, temples, and palaces could be vaguely seen rising from the bottom, stacked against the mountainside, reaching towards the sky, magnificent and awe-inspiring. History had not yet etched the vicissitudes and regrets of time onto this famous ancient city of Guge.

"Get up! Move along!"

the soldiers' commands rang out, their whips cracking loudly in the air. Luo Zhu, head bowed, walked slowly with the other female slaves towards a deep, dark cave on the western corner of the mountains.

Moving slowly across the withered grass, broken stones, and muddy ground, she looked back at the bustling prosperity of the distant royal city, then at the valiant leather-armored soldiers beside her, swords at their sides and whips in hand. Suddenly, she recalled Garang Dengzhen's poem, "The Guge Kingdom."

Who could know you were once so powerful?

Who could know you vanished overnight?

A thousand years seem like yesterday;

Guge, a phantom of a dream.

Listening to the legends told by our ancestors,

touching the land weathered by time,

countless sighs remain unspoken.

The Guge Kingdom is now in my mind.

The frenzied hoofbeats,

the glint of swords in battle—

who ruled the Guge of my dreams?

The chanting of temple horns,

the sorrows of royal children—

who can truly understand the Guge of my dreams?

Each mural raises too many questions;

each ruined city cannot unravel your mystery.

Countless sighs remain unspoken.

The Guge Kingdom is now in my mind.

...

The temple's sutras echoed,

the royal family's children's love affairs—

who can truly understand the Guge Kingdom in our dreams, the one

we seek amidst the sands of a thousand years later?

She was unfortunate to have been enslaved after traversing time, but from a certain perspective, not having to seek it in the sands, witnessing the former glory of the Guge Kingdom firsthand, seemed extremely fortunate.

Opinions vary.

After the shock, emotion, excitement, and curiosity subsided, after countless thoughts swirled, after swallowing several meals of coarse tsampa in the dark, sunless slave cave, Luo Zhu's only thought was: "I'm fucking not a historian or archaeologist—!"

Chapter 32 Female Slave Alan Nima (Part 1)

As soon as the group arrived at the outskirts of the Guge royal city, the male slaves were escorted by soldiers to work behind the southeastern mountains far from the city center, while the female slaves were imprisoned in a stone cave on the western corner of the mountain where the palace was located.

The entrance to the stone cave was small, but the front half of the cave was quite large. Upon entering the cave, we followed a long, winding, and uneven path. The path was nearly two meters high, roughly wide enough for two people to walk side-by-side. It sloped downwards, branching off at numerous junctions, each connecting to another path. Some branches allowed two people to walk side-by-side, while others only allowed one person at a time.

The first half of the path had cleverly concealed vents, allowing light and air to filter through, making it dim yet still visible. However, the further we went, the darker and colder it became, and the air grew increasingly murky. Every seventy or eighty meters along the path, a torch was placed, its flickering light casting shadows on the cave walls, sometimes long, sometimes short, creating a sinister and menacing atmosphere.

After walking about a mile, caves gradually appeared on either side of the path, some as large as forty square meters, others as small as twenty square meters, each with a torch placed beside it. A prison cell was guarded at the front, its wooden bars as thick as a forearm, and a large iron lock hung on the right side of the cell door. The air here was even more murky, permeated with an indescribable stench.

The female slaves occupied six pairs of opposite caves, the rest of the caves were empty. There were no soldiers guarding the place, nor was anyone seen torturing, molesting, or raping them. About every eight or nine hours, five or six soldiers would bring water and food. After wolfing down their food and water, the female slaves would lie idly on the thick piles of dry grass in the caves to rest, relieving themselves at a small, specially dug pit in the corner of the cave.

The food was the coarsest tsampa mixed with wheat bran, and the water was icy cold, but both tsampa and water were surprisingly plentiful, enough to satisfy every female slave. Here, the passage of day and night was imperceptible, only the flickering firelight, the dim visibility, and the murky, pungent air.

After the first meal of tsampa, the cave was completely silent; after the second meal, the cave was completely silent; after the third meal, the cave remained completely silent.

The female slaves, covered with thick layers of dry grass, huddled together for warmth, sleeping and sleeping in the cave, slowly recovering from the fatigue and hunger of the past few days. The oppressive fear and tension gradually gave way to a bewildered tranquility.

The clatter of leather boots echoed from the dark depths of the path, approaching from afar. Several burly soldiers carrying wooden buckets walked towards them.

"Time to eat," the lead soldier said, using a set of keys to open the cell doors of the six caves one by one. A bucket of tsampa and a bucket of water were carried into the caves, while the empty buckets were carried out. Then the cell doors were locked tightly again. The soldiers locked the door, carried the empty buckets, and disappeared into the darkness at the other end of the path.

Because food was plentiful, the female slaves didn't fight over it; they took tsampa from the buckets and huddled to one side to swallow. If they choked or got too dry, they would go to the water bucket for a sip; the cave was filled with the sounds of chewing and slurping.

Luo Zhu also took a piece of tsampa and huddled by the cell door to eat. She had complained about the half-cooked lamb rib given to her by Lie Shakya, finding it gamey, dry, and hard, but little did she know that something even worse was yet to come. Damn it, it was just a piece of barley tsampa, yet it was mixed with half of the bran meant for pigs, making it so coarse it was practically inedible. Did those beastly king and beastly soldiers even understand that this was called manufacturing substandard food? In modern times, they would have been fined so much they wouldn't even have their pants left.

With all her might, she contracted and writhed her throat, finally swallowing the mouthful of tsampa that had been chewed to a pulp. A burning, numbing sensation shot through her throat. She quickly crawled a few steps to the water bucket, took a large gulp of ice water to moisten her throat, and then continued eating. No matter how unpalatable it was, she had to eat; without food, she wouldn't have the strength, and without strength, she couldn't escape.

Judging from the food the soldiers had brought, two days had probably passed. Although the beastly king and his beastly soldiers hadn't done anything to harm them since locking them in the cave, it was precisely this harmless tranquility that was all the more terrifying.

She hadn't forgotten for a moment what Lie Shakya had told her: they were female slaves specifically captured by the king to breed with male slaves. The current provision of food, water, and sleep for these lowly slaves was mostly to help the female slaves, who had suffered from terror and torture, regain their spirit and strength. Sooner or later, they would all be taken to the breeding room to breed with male slaves, endlessly pregnant and giving birth like livestock.

Whether Lie Shakya's claim that effort would get her chosen by the Beast King and prevent her from being forced into breeding was true or false was unknown. Judging from the current situation, it was highly unlikely that these female slaves would receive much attention from the Beast King. Rather than placing their hopes on a slim chance, it was better to take advantage of their current high energy levels and find a way to escape from the cave – that was the most sensible and practical approach.

During her imprisonment, she hadn't simply eaten and slept; instead, she had been constantly plotting and spying. Perhaps because they were all female slaves, they weren't considered worth being overly wary of. There were no soldiers heavily guarding the place, but whether they were secretly monitoring them was unknown.

She remembered standing atop the mountain where the Guge Royal Palace was located in modern times, looking down at the surrounding landscape. To the west was a cliff over two hundred meters high, below which lay the deep and wide Nurilong ditch. A major feature of the Guge royal capital was its network of interconnected, crisscrossing passages with incredibly complex routes. Archaeologists had only unearthed a small fraction of these passages; many more had either collapsed or remained buried in the earth and stone of history.

From the moment she was imprisoned, she discovered that her underground cave was located on the western corner of the mountain, with numerous branching paths on either side. If… if she continued to flee westward, could she be lucky enough to escape the mountains and reach the Nurilong ditch? Of course, the risk of this escape was too high. If she accidentally stumbled into a dead end, a maze, or was caught by soldiers guarding the area, the consequences were almost unimaginable.

To escape or not to escape? To escape was extremely risky; not to escape meant missing the opportunity when the guards were least vigilant. For a moment, Luo Zhu was in turmoil, extremely hesitant.

"Hey—"

Amidst the soft chewing sounds, a woman's clear, distinctly lowered voice suddenly rang out. The women, who had been engrossed in their food, all looked up in unison, following the sound.

Hmm? Someone's taking the lead? Luo Zhu raised an eyebrow, reflexively shifting her body to the side, shrinking into a shadowy corner near the cell door, secretly peeking through the gap in her braid.

In the middle cave on the right side of the path, a woman squeezed into the middle of the cell door. The torches on the cave wall flickered to her left, and a shadow from the wooden railing cast a slant across her left cheek, illuminating the rest of her face.

Her skin was fairer than that of most women from the highlands, and her still-clean cheeks were flushed with a healthy, alluring rosy hue. Beneath her long, slender, dark eyebrows, a pair of large, bright eyes shone with a determined light. Her delicate, narrow nose and full, sensual lips exuded a youthful vigor mixed with a vibrant spirit—a strikingly beautiful and unique highland girl.

"Hello, my name is Alan Nyima, the daughter of the village chief of Karase Village."

*Pfft*—Luo

Zhu spat out the tsampa in her mouth. Luckily, she was crouching in a corner, preventing it from rudely splashing onto others.

Nyima means "sun" in Tibetan, a name imbued with beautiful hopes and wishes. But alas, modern society has given these two words a completely different meaning from their Tibetan origin, and she often mentally used another meaning of Nyima to complain.

She hadn't encountered anyone named Nyima in modern society, but she had in this ancient highland cave—rare indeed. A sly smile played on her lips as she took a bite of her tsampa, her ears perked up as she listened intently.

Chapter 33 Female Slave Alan Nyima (Part Two)

"Alan Nyima, I am Quzhen Meiduo from Chimbula Village. Our village is adjacent to yours, and many people know your name." A simply dressed girl emerged from the cave where Luo Zhu was. "You are the only child of the village chief of Karase Village. Not only are you as beautiful as the sun in the sky, but you can also shoot arrows and hunt like a man. You are the object of many men's affections, and my four brothers all like you very much."

"Thank you for your praise." Alan Nyima returned a sincere smile to Quzhen Meiduo diagonally opposite her. Instantly, the dim dungeon seemed to be filled with brilliant sunshine, making one's heart feel warm.

"You're welcome. Actually, I've always admired you and often pestered my brothers to teach me archery." After saying this, Quzhen Meiduo smiled shyly. The girl was only about fourteen or fifteen years old. With this smile, her round face showed a strong sense of childishness, which was somewhat disproportionate to her healthy and curvaceous figure.

“Quzhen Meiduo, are you willing to be locked up in this cave like livestock, fed by people?” Alan Nima smiled again and asked softly.

“Alan Nima, are you not willing to be locked up in this cave?” Quzhen Meiduo asked naively, “We haven’t been bullied here, have we? I feel much better than a few days ago.”

“That’s right.” A woman in her twenties in the middle cave on the left side of the path replied indifferently, “I’m from Nuha’age Village. My father and mother are missing. One of my husbands was killed, and the other was seriously injured and left in Namu’a Village. It seems he probably won’t survive either. In this cave, I haven’t been whipped, haven’t been raped, and can eat and drink my fill. Compared to those women who were cruelly killed, I’m already very lucky. There’s nothing I’m willing or unwilling about.”

Her words made the scene cold and silent, with a hint of desolation spreading through it. Suddenly, suppressed sobs echoed from the cave, subtly stirring up the sorrow and fear within many women.

Alanima frowned, his handsome brows furrowing, a hint of sadness gracing his large, resolute eyes. She tilted her head slightly, squinting at the torches on the opposite cave wall, and said softly, "My father was the respected village chief, and also a renowned locksmith for miles around. He always doted on me; he was my only family. In Namu'a village, as a prisoner, he couldn't bear the pain of being branded and fainted. Those soldiers chopped off his head alive. I saw it with my own eyes, but I was too cowardly to even cry out for my father, let alone avenge him. For three days I traveled, hungry and cold, and had to endure the humiliation of those soldiers at night. Those days were hell compared to life in this cave."

Luo Zhu's heart skipped a beat when he heard the word "locksmith," followed by a secret delight. He stared intently at the sorrowful girl opposite him, about eighteen or nineteen years old. He wondered if she had inherited her father's locksmithing skills.

"Perhaps you're content to be locked up in this cave, but I'm not." Alan Nima's eyes widened suddenly, burning with indignation. "I'm so useless, unable to avenge my father. I could accept being a enslaved woman, oppressed and oppressed. But do you know? We female slaves are here specifically to be bred with male slaves! Those Guge soldiers are feeding us, drinking us, and letting us sleep well. Once we've regained our strength and energy, we'll be dragged to the breeding room to be bred with male slaves!"

What?! The women in the cave were all horrified; even their low sobs were shattered by this terrible news. Male and female slaves had no right to freely pursue love; they were all the private property of their masters. Masters could arbitrarily pair up their slaves, kill them at will, rape and abuse them, sell them for profit, or give them away as rewards. To obtain more loyal, obedient, or stronger and more useful slaves, masters often selectively bred their slaves, sometimes using their own male and female slaves, and sometimes exchanging them with slaves from other households.

During the breeding process, to ensure the female slaves could become pregnant successfully, it was usually one female slave facing a group of male slaves, though sometimes it wasn't uncommon for one male slave to face a group of female slaves. Whether male or female, all slaves chosen for breeding suffered the most tragic and humiliating fates.

"You're lying!"

"How do you know?"

Several women in each of the six caves rushed excitedly to the cell doors, gripping the wooden bars with both hands, and cried out in disbelief.

"Alanima, you're lying to us, aren't you?" The smile on Quzhen Meiduo's round face froze, her dark red cheeks turning ashen.

"I didn't!" Alanima replied firmly, "On the second night after I was captured, a knight in iron armor tried to harass me with meat and bones. I resisted, and in his anger, he cursed me and accidentally let it slip."

The excited women fell silent for a moment, their faces turning ashen. Their hands gripping the wooden bars trembled slightly, and the entire tunnel was shrouded in heavy despair and immense fear.

Suddenly, Alanima lifted her robe, and in the firelight, a leather belt appeared on her right thigh, with a small dagger tucked diagonally through it. Amidst the astonished gazes of the women, she drew the sharp, thin dagger and deftly severed the thick hemp rope binding her wrist with her fingers.

"I secretly learned some of my father's skills; I can pick many locks. I can open your cell doors and cut the ropes for those who refuse to be breeding slaves," she said, as she inserted the dagger tip into the keyhole of the large lock on the cell door. After a moment's fiddling, with a click, the lock opened.

Seeing this, the many female slaves imprisoned in the cave instantly transformed their dejected and sorrowful expressions into a hint of eager joy.

"Alan Nima, I'm not reconciled!" Quzhen Meiduo bit her lip, stamped her foot, and forcefully stretched her hand through the gap between the wooden bars, waving it at Alan Nima.

"Me neither!"

"Me neither!"

With Quzhen Meiduo leading the way, the women all softly called out to Alan Nima.

Alan Nima smiled slightly, pushed open the cell door, and stepped out of the cave. She was the first to unlock the large lock on the cell door where Quzhen Meiduo, also known as Luo Zhu, was located, and then walked towards the cell door next to it.

Fortunately, this woman named Nima had stepped forward just in time; otherwise, she would have been sawing wood with the saw from her Swiss Army knife. Luo Zhu secretly rejoiced, pulling the Swiss Army knife from her boot and stuffing it into her robe pouch for easier access. Alan Nima, a very intelligent and decisive woman, made her very gratified to have such a woman taking the lead. As the saying goes, "the nail that sticks out gets hammered down." Since the bullets wouldn't hit her, she didn't need to struggle or hesitate any longer; she could just follow the main group.

Suddenly, one of the women blurted out, "Slaves who escape and are caught are executed! Think of the women who died in Namua village!"

The previously exhilarating escape scene seemed to be suddenly hit by a Siberian frost, instantly dropping to absolute zero. Those who were about to leave the prison gates froze in fear, not moving an inch for a long time.

Alanima paused slightly in his unlocking motion before continuing until all six cell doors were unlocked. Then, standing in the middle of the path, he coldly said expressionlessly, "I've unlocked them all. Whether you escape or not is up to you. I'll count to ten. Those afraid of execution will stay in the grotto; those who don't want to be bred will come out, and I'll cut the ropes. After ten, I'll escape, and you can do as you please."

Silence, a deathly silence, filled with a complex mix of fear, cowardice, panic, and hesitation, flowed silently through the grotto.

"One, two, three..."

Alanima began to count, his soft voice ringing out clearly in the silence, even sending a chill down one's spine.

The chance to escape was now before him!

If caught, he would face a terrible execution!

These two sentences, these two thoughts, churned repeatedly in Luo Zhu's mind. Lie Shakya Tashi personally told her that they were breeding slaves, and Alan Nima had also heard from a knight that they were breeding slaves. Breeding was an undeniable fact. However… the risk of escaping through the unknown passage was simply too great. Originally, there were many people planning to escape, which increased the chances of confusion and relatively reduced the risk, making it an excellent opportunity to escape. But now the women were retreating out of fear, and with fewer people, the risk increased accordingly, and the possibility of failure also increased. Should she follow Alan Nima's lead and escape together, or wait for a lower-risk, more secure opportunity to escape? What if this opportunity was gone forever? Was she really destined to become a miserable breeding slave?

"Seven, eight…" Alan Nima's clear, crisp counting continued without any pause.

“Sister Luozhu, are you here?”

As she counted to nine, a dirty woman suddenly pushed open the cell door in the cave on the right opposite, walked out of the cave onto the path, and called softly to the several caves.

The dirty face was unrecognizable, but from the voice, it was clear that the woman was Gesang Zhuoma. Good, this girl is still alive and strong. Luozhu felt a surge of joy, her eyes flickered, but she did not answer immediately, instead hiding her body in the shadows.

“Sister Luozhu, I can’t hear your response. I don’t know if you are here or not, if you are still alive? My grandmother, mother, sister-in-law, and three brothers are still waiting for me in the village. I am not willing to be a breeding slave. I want to escape with Alan Nima.” Gesang Zhuoma’s long eyes were unusually bright, filled with determination. “I am not afraid of torture. I have fought for my destiny, and even if I die, I will have no regrets.” Without hesitation, she raised her bound wrists to Alan Nima.

“You are a brave woman.” A glint of admiration flashed in Alan Nima’s eyes as he swiftly swung his dagger, and the thick hemp rope binding Gesang Zhuoma’s wrist snapped silently.

“I…I’m not afraid either.” Quzhen Meiduo also stepped out, her steps still somewhat hesitant, but her round face was filled with a resolute determination.

The two girls who emerged first instilled in the women a glimmer of hope and the courage to fight to the death in their hearts, filling them with trembling fear. Many of the Boba women who lived on the plateau, constantly battling the harshness of nature, were not lacking in a desperate, all-or-nothing spirit. They were hardworking, simple, resilient, and strong, even more adaptable to their environment and able to survive than the valiant Boba men.

“I’m not afraid either.”

Another woman followed, then two, four, six…about half of the women emerged one after another from the cave where they had been imprisoned.

Alan Nima slashed the ropes binding their wrists with her knife, calmly and resolutely saying, "There are many forks in the road here. If we escape together, we'll all be doomed if we encounter dead ends, mazes, or soldiers. So it's best if we escape separately; whether we get out depends entirely on our luck. Of course, you can choose to follow me, but don't blame me for leading you the wrong way if you get caught."

None of the women willing to escape voiced any objection. They took torches from the cave walls and quickly began their escape through the hidden passages.

Chapter 34 The Pigs' Escape (Part 1)

Taking advantage of the chaos, Luo Zhu cut the ropes with her knife and squeezed towards Alan Nima, silently sticking close to Gesang Zhuoma's back.

"Go!" Alan Nima called out softly, holding up her torch, and quickly stepped into a dark fork in the road. About a dozen women followed behind her, with Luo Zhu and Gesang Zhuoma in the middle.

The dimly lit paths twisted and turned, intricate and complex, like a maze. At each fork in the road, Alan Nima would pause and ponder for a moment before choosing a direction and taking her first steps. After walking for a short while, the path was surprisingly clear, and the dozen or so women fleeing with her all showed a hint of joy on their faces.

Ahead, around a corner, were several more dark forks in the road. Alan Nima, leading the way, again paused at the fork, considering for a moment before choosing the left fork.

As they passed the right fork, Luo Zhu suddenly stumbled, her body swaying precariously, about to fall. In a panic, she quickly grabbed Gesang Zhuoma's robe, pulling her down with her into the dark right fork. None of the women behind stopped to check on them or offer a helping hand; each of them was only thinking of escaping as quickly as possible.

"It's me," she whispered, turning halfway as they fell, quickly covering Gesang Zhuoma's open mouth.

Gesang Zhuoma's eyes widened, her gaze fixed on the woman covering her mouth. In the darkness, neither could see the other's face clearly, but they could see a familiar light in each other's eyes. They looked at each other silently, breathing in each other's warm breath, and felt a strange sense of peace.

As the soft footsteps faded into the distance, the torchlight dimmed little by little, and the side path gradually became pitch black.

Luo Zhu slowly removed her hand from Gesang Zhuoma's mouth, relaxed her limbs, and lay back on the ground, smiling softly at the darkness above, "Zhuoma, it's so good to see you alive."

"It's so good to see Sister Luo Zhu alive." Gesang Zhuoma also lay back on the ground, smiling softly at the darkness above, and said with lingering fear, "The situation was so critical, and you still went to the trouble of pulling me up, but I only managed to run two steps before being caught by the Guge soldiers. I was really useless."

"You're not the only useless one. No matter how fast I ran, I was still caught." Luo Zhu spread her five fingers and gently covered her face. Peeking at the outside world through the gaps between her fingers was her favorite way to relax; she would often fall asleep while doing this, her eyelids drooping.

"Before you were captured, I saw a huge silver-gray mastiff chasing after you. I didn't see you after that, and I thought you'd been killed by it." Gesang Zhuoma paused, then a hint of relief suddenly appeared in her clear, sorrowful voice. "But deep down, I always felt you wouldn't die so easily. Sure enough, you're still alive."

"Hehe, we're so dirty that even our own parents wouldn't recognize us. It would be a miracle if we could recognize each other under the strict surveillance of the Guge soldiers if we didn't speak." Luo Zhu chuckled softly. "Don't say I'm heartless. In a life-or-death situation, the most important thing is to take care of yourself. Only by surviving can there be hope."

"Yes, only by surviving can there be hope. I don't know if Father, my brothers, and my three men are alive or dead. I've been watching for three whole days and haven't seen a single one of them."

Gesang Zhuoma's deep sorrow echoed in the darkness, and the side passage fell into a heavy silence.

After a while, Luo Zhu's clear, melodious voice rang out softly.

“Whether we’re dead or alive, who knows? All we need to do now is hold onto hope and think about how to survive.” She sat up, tidying her disheveled braids. “Zhuoma, don’t forget what you said when you left the cave. Think more about your living ancestors, mother, sister-in-law, and brothers.”

Gesang Zhuoma paused, then sat up from the darkness, chuckling softly, “You’re right, Sister Luozhu. I need to think about my living family and try to live. A brave Boba woman shouldn’t wallow in sorrow.”

“Good girl.” Luozhu smiled, a hint of envy in her eyes. The feeling of striving to live for the living, for loved ones, must be wonderful. Unfortunately, for the past twenty years, since she could remember, she had only ever tried to live for herself.

“Sister Luozhu, why don’t we go with Alan Nima?” Gesang Zhuoma, now more invigorated, focused all her attention on escaping.

“She made a mistake by choosing the south. And in this narrow, dark passage, too many people would just be a hindrance.” Luo Zhu pulled a Swiss Army knife from her pouch, pressed the switch, and a bright, cold white light suddenly shone from the front of the handle, increasing visibility to five meters.

“Why was choosing the south a mistake?” Gesang Zhuoma had just asked curiously when she was startled by the sudden white light, letting out a short scream. She quickly covered her mouth, staring wide-eyed at the strange, nearly four-inch-long knife in Luo Zhu’s hand.

The Swiss Army knife in Luo Zhu’s hand was a genuine Victorinox “New Job Champion,” with a wavy, black, matte handle. It boasted over twenty functions, a powerful tool capable of handling various extreme uses. After purchasing it at a high price, she had it modified by a mechanic, removing useless items like toothpicks and eyeglass screwdrivers, and installing a compass, lighter, and LED flashlight on the handle. For nearly three years, this knife had been her constant companion, helping her overcome one difficulty after another. Even in the peaceful village of Namua, it remained her best friend. However, the knife was too modern, too strange; she dared not use it recklessly in front of the villagers.

She didn't immediately answer Gesang Zhuoma's question, but under Gesang Zhuoma's astonished gaze, she pulled out a sharp, 9-centimeter-long blade hidden in the hilt and locked it in place. Her dark eyes gleamed with a cold, fierce light in the flashlight's beam.

"Sister Luozhu, what...what kind of knife is this?" Gesang Zhuoma asked hesitantly, her eyes filled with confusion and surprise. Why did Sister Luozhu suddenly seem so unfamiliar?

"This is my multi-purpose tool knife. I've always kept it hidden in my boot; I've never shown it to you before," Luozhu explained, without looking up at her. His fingertips traced the gleaming stainless steel blade, his gaze fixed on the compass embedded within. He casually asked, "Zhuoma, have you ever been in a fight?"

"No...not really. When I was little, if anyone bullied me, my three older brothers would immediately teach them a lesson." Snapping out of her daze, Gesang Zhuoma quickly shook her head, a warm smile playing on her lips as she recalled fond memories.

"How fortunate." Luo Zhu looked up and smiled at her, the coldness and hostility in his eyes vanishing instantly, replaced by the familiar, gentle honesty Gesang Zhuoma knew. "My parents only have me as their child. I've been in countless fights since I was little, fighting until I was bloodied and broken, and no one ever helped me." At first, she thought causing trouble would get her parents' attention. Later, it was to combat the loneliness of living alone. It wasn't until she fell in love with hiking that she stopped picking fights so easily.

“Sister Luozhu—” Under the gaze of those bright black eyes, Gesang Zhuoma uttered just one name before suddenly finding herself speechless, feeling a sharp pain in her heart, like a tiny needle gently pricking her.

“So I might be even better at fighting than Alan Nima, so you can come with me without worry.” Luozhu patted her shoulder. “Here, I only know you, and I will only protect you. Whether the other women live or die is none of my concern.”

She had considered escaping alone, but after struggling for a long time, she ultimately chose to take Gesang Zhuoma with her. When the person wasn't standing before her, her heart didn't ache much. But when the person was alive and well before her, her heart couldn't remain cold and selfish. She wasn't an emotionless machine; she could ignore anyone she didn't know, yet she couldn't bring herself to be cruel to the Zaxi family, who had taken her in, cared for her, and had lived harmoniously with her for half a year. She couldn't bring herself to be cruel to this girl who was the first to have close contact with her and whom she loved like a sister.

"Sister Luozhu!" Gesang Zhuoma cheerfully reached out and hugged her waist, a radiant smile shimmering in her bright, upturned eyes. She had always known that her Sister Luozhu was an extremely contradictory woman—cold yet warm-hearted, silent yet talkative, lonely yet strong, gentle yet untamed. For no reason at all, she simply loved Sister Luozhu the most, even if this same Sister Luozhu might abandon her and run away alone, she wouldn't resent her.

"Zhuoma, the western side of this mountain range has a cliff hundreds of meters high and a deep ravine. There must be a secret passage leading out. Let's go." Luozhu took her hand, and together they walked deeper into the side path.

Chapter 35 The Swine's Escape (Part Two)

"Mmm," Gesang Zhuoma replied crisply, walking closely beside Luo Zhu.

She didn't press Luo Zhu about how she knew the specific situation on the west side of the mountains. During her three days of captivity, she too had been harassed by the Guge soldiers. If her face hadn't been filthy from the mud wall ash, those Guge soldiers would never have just touched her through her clothes.

Sister Luo Zhu must have also been humiliated by the Guge soldiers; most of the information she knew, like Alan Nima's, had been accidentally leaked from their mouths. She wouldn't blame Sister Luo Zhu for selfishly not telling other women this precious information, because once it was told, it meant more people would be competing with them for survival.

She didn't deny that, driven by the belief of surviving and returning to see her family, she had transformed into a selfish woman. She wouldn't, and had no right to, use the information Sister Luo Zhu had obtained through humiliation to be a soft-hearted, good-natured person.

Several intersecting paths appeared ahead. Luo Zhu identified two westward forks and told Gesang Zhuoma to wait outside. She walked into the first half of one of the forks, dipped her left index finger in her mouth, held it in the air for a moment to feel the air, and then withdrew it. She turned and entered the other westward fork, repeating the same process, before waving to Gesang Zhuoma to indicate that she should take this path.

"Sister Luo Zhu, what were you doing just now?" Gesang Zhuoma asked curiously.

"Testing the airflow. The first fork had poor airflow, so it was likely a dead end, while this path had better airflow, so it should be a live path."

"I don't quite understand, but it feels so amazing. Sister Luo Zhu knows so many things that even the village elders don't know. She's the smartest and most capable woman I've ever met." Although Gesang Zhuoma was confused, it didn't diminish her sincere admiration for Luo Zhu.

"Uh, it's her fault. She accidentally talked about air movement to an ancient highlanderer. It's no wonder he couldn't understand." Luo Zhu chuckled dryly and promised, "I'll teach you after we escape. Once you understand, you won't find it amazing, nor will you think I'm clever or capable."

"Hehe, Sister Luo Zhu, the fact that you can teach me already shows how capable you are."

The two chatted and laughed quietly, groping their way forward, strangely encountering no obstacles.

Luo Zhu couldn't help but secretly rejoice that her luck had finally turned around. Rounding a corner of the cave wall and entering another fork in the path, after walking several hundred steps, they suddenly heard a suppressed, familiar rumbling sound. Her chest tightened, and she pulled Gesang Zhuoma to a halt.

"Sister Luo Zhu..." Gesang Zhuoma called out softly, somewhat panicked, clearly having also heard the thunderous rumbling coming from the depths of darkness ahead.

*Huff—huff—huff—*

The rumbling, like thunder swirling deep in a throat, grew louder, filled with a fierce warning and a tearing excitement.

Luo Zhu didn't respond to Gesang Zhuoma. She took a deep breath, suppressing her frantic heartbeat. Gripping her military knife tightly in her right hand, she shone it into the darkness ahead, intently staring at the end of the light.

With the approaching muffled howl, a terrifying figure appeared at the end of the light, drawing ever closer until it stopped three meters away.

It was a purebred brown Tibetan Mastiff with a tiger-like head, thick, glossy fur, powerful limbs, fierce eyes, and a mouthful of sharp, white teeth. Saliva dripped from its half-open jaw, exuding a bloodthirsty aura. Its forelegs were half-crouched, its throat throbbing, its stillness brimming with a powerful force that seemed capable of tearing anything apart. While not as imposing and large as the silver-gray Tibetan Mastiff that had previously captured her, its killing power was clearly not to be underestimated.

A Tibetan Mastiff! Damn it, there's a man-eating Tibetan mastiff lurking in this dark passage! And behind it, are there other beasts lying in wait, waiting for these two moths to fall into its trap? Will they die at the hands of the ferocious dog, or in the cruel torture inflicted on slaves? Does killing this mastiff mean they might have found a path to survival through sheer willpower? In just a few seconds, a million thoughts raced through Luo Zhu's mind.

"Zhuoma, I'm sorry, I think I led you the wrong way." Beads of cold sweat trickled down her forehead, her back instantly soaked. She forced herself to remain calm, her eyes fixed on the mastiff's every move, and smiled regretfully at Gesang Zhuoma beside her, feigning nonchalance.

"Don't worry, Sister Luozhu. Even if I unfortunately become food for the mastiff, I won't blame you at all." Gesang Zhuoma wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, her legs trembling slightly, but she still smiled and joked back, her expression seemingly more relaxed than Luozhu's.

"Neither of us will become food for the mastiff." Luozhu felt a warmth in her heart and stepped forward, shielding her behind her. There was no need to think too much. Regardless of whether there were any beast soldiers guarding the back of this secret passage, her primary task was to kill this terrifying Tibetan mastiff.

A Tibetan mastiff could fight three wild wolves. How could she, a woman with only some strength and simple self-defense skills, possibly kill a man-eating Tibetan mastiff that had undergone rigorous military training? But the further she fled, the more ferocious the mastiff would become in pursuit. She had personally proven with her body that even when adrenaline was pumping, a human's legs still couldn't outrun a four-legged, fierce mastiff. Only by facing the enemy head-on and killing it could they hope to escape.

"Sister Luozhu! Let's go together!" Gesang Zhuoma grabbed her shoulder, trying to stand shoulder to shoulder with her again to face the mastiff together.

"Don't be stubborn, I have a weapon in my hand. Step back a little." Luozhu spread her legs, leaned slightly forward, and coldly confronted the Tibetan mastiff opposite her. At this moment, every cell in her body was on high alert, as if she would leap up and fight to the death at the slightest disturbance.

"No, I can't let you—"

"Listen to me! Back off!" She suddenly and fiercely interrupted Gesang Zhuoma, her clear voice stiff and cold, "I don't need someone who's holding me back."

Gesang Zhuoma pursed her lips, and after struggling for a while, she removed her hand from Luozhu's shoulder, stomped her foot hard, and finally obediently took a few steps back.

"Awooo—"

At the same time, the terrifying, bloodthirsty man-eating Tibetan mastiff raised its head and growled softly, lunging fiercely at Luo Zhu.

Luo Zhu gripped his knife with both hands, standing motionless, his eyes fixed on one target—the mastiff's neck! As the bloody wind rushed in and the shadows loomed overhead, the military knife suddenly snapped with a soft sound, a burst of golden flame leaping high.

Although this Tibetan mastiff was used to human campfires, the sudden burst of flames caused its deeply ingrained, animalistic fear of fire to hesitate slightly in its attack. The opportunity was fleeting; in a flash, Luo Zhu seized that hesitation, crouching down and squeezing between the mastiff's forelegs, forcefully plunging the sharp blade into its thick neck from below.

"Awooo—Awooo—"

The mastiff howled in agony, a large gushing of blood gushing from its pierced throat. It twisted its head desperately, its gaping maw snapping down at Luo Zhu.

Luo Zhu struggled to raise her arm, the blade coiling like a snake around the Tibetan Mastiff's neck, piercing deeper and barely separating its massive head from her own. However, the mastiff's powerful forepaws landed on her arm, sharp claws piercing through her thick robes and digging into her flesh, instantly drawing out a sticky, crimson fluid.

Pain! The tearing pain in her arm was no less than the burning agony of a brand on her shoulder. Her arms trembled slightly in agony, but she couldn't loosen her grip to cover the wound, nor could she loosen her grip even slightly. The slightest lapse or carelessness would allow the mastiff's powerful teeth to bite off half her head.

The Tibetan Mastiff has one of its greatest characteristics: it not only dares to fight wild beasts but also possesses an unyielding fighting spirit. Running away while wounded is practically unheard of in this breed. At this moment, the severe neck injury made the purebred brown Tibetan Mastiff even more ferocious, its two vicious eyes turning a crazed blood red. It recklessly pressed its head down, seemingly determined to crush Luo Zhu's head as a last resort.

Luo Zhu's arm bent slowly under the frenzied pressure, the distance between the Tibetan Mastiff's sharp, terrifying teeth and her head drawing ever closer, drops of warm, foul-smelling saliva falling onto her forehead, stimulating her taut nerves. Just as her elbow was about to completely buckle, a pair of warm hands joined hers and gripped the knife hilt.

"Push to the right!" she hissed, without time to think or reprimand. A surge of power welled up within her, as if injected with adrenaline. The two of them, two hands gripping the knife hilt, slashed forcefully to the right, finally slicing through the Tibetan Mastiff's strong, thick neck and severing its throat.

A torrent of blood spurted from the mastiff's neck. It whimpered and growled, its front paws flailing wildly, its hind legs kicking and clawing. Finally, it gave up its grip on Luo Zhu's head and desperately tried to retreat.

She arched her body, shoving aside the person clinging to her back, and pounced, pinning the mastiff to the ground, face up. Using the weight of her entire body, she strained with all her might to stab the 9-centimeter-long blade until only the hilt remained exposed. The gushing blood overwhelmed the LED light on the hilt, turning the cold white light into a hazy, flickering crimson, filling the dark passage with a thick, pungent stench of blood. The mastiff's ferocious thrashing limbs gradually turned into slow, convulsive spasms in the crimson light, finally stiffening and ceasing to move, lifeless.

"You son of a bitch..."

Luo Zhu muttered, her bloodied fingers gripping the knife hilt slowly releasing their strength. She struggled to fall off the dead mastiff, collapsing to the ground, panting against the cold, hard, uneven cave wall. Sitting with her, panting, was Gesang Zhuoma, who had fought alongside her to kill the mastiff at the crucial moment.

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