[A chivalrous woman falls into a trap after falling in love, is captured, and suffers torture] (The Deception of Love) (Complete)

(I)
Magistrate Hu, who had always been a dignified and self-important man, had truly shed his refined and scholarly

facade these past few days. His gentlemanly demeanor had vanished, and he had become capricious, one moment flying into a rage, the next sighing and lamenting.
Just today, in court, he angrily gave each of the constables handling the case twenty strokes of the cane.

Back home, he pounded on tables and benches, smashing pots and bowls.
After venting his anger, he faced the wall and sighed, "It's over! It's over! Heaven has forsaken me!"
Why? Because in the past two years, a female thief had emerged in the county. At first, she was alright; she merely robbed passing merchants

on the , engaging in highway robbery; or sneaked into wealthy homes at night to steal loose change.

But recently, her appetite had grown increasingly larger, escalating to murder and robbery, even murder for money. Especially those

unscrupulous merchants,

corrupt officials once their misdeeds were exposed, they would surely be beheaded within three days.
This terrified the officials, gentry, and wealthy, who lived in constant fear, walking on thin ice every day. They filed complaints

with the county and prefectural governments, and the officials and gentry naturally sided with each other, immediately dispatching constables and yamen runners

to stake out and search for the thief, causing chaos and confusion, but they didn't even find a trace of him.
What shocked and could not tolerate the government most was that this "ruthless and wicked" thief had actually

performed many acts of charity in the countryside, such as repairing bridges and roads and helping the poor and needy. The ignorant common people even treated her like a living Guanyin Bodhisattva, saving people from suffering

; in some places, they even enshrined her idol in local temples, offering sacrifices and worshipping her throughout the year.
People can curse the government, the court, even the emperor, yet they praise and commend a thief—it's truly

baffling.
The matter escalated, spreading far and wide, soon reaching the capital. It's said that the emperor, upon hearing this, was

furious and issued an edict: "A petty thief, causing harm to the local area. A dignified magistrate, utterly helpless.

What use is such an incompetent official? He is hereby ordered to be apprehended and the case solved within a specified time. If there is still no success, he will be dismissed and investigated."
Magistrate Hu, upon hearing this news, was thunderstruck, trembling with fear. He knew that official position meant power, and

power meant money. Without these, all wealth and glory would vanish. If things went wrong, the emperor's wrath could cost him

his head .
Magistrate Hu was originally a poor scholar; although he had studied Confucianism for a few days, his scholarship was only half-baked

. Outwardly, however, he was handsome and refined. Fortunately, being in a remote county, he hadn't

encountered many true scholars and gentlemen, so he caught the eye of the daughter of a local gentryman, Master Guo, and

they married . Using his father-in-law's wealth, he bought his way into the position of county magistrate. Over the years, through bribery and power-for-money dealings, he indeed

reaped considerable benefits. With his abilities and resources, Magistrate Hu could barely manage to swindle and deceive among women and in the lower ranks of officialdom

, but when it came to truly governing the country and protecting the people, he was completely lost and a

mess.
The rampant thieves terrified the local gentry and wealthy; some hid their valuables and fled to other places, while others

hired skilled guards to protect their homes. Magistrate Hu's father-in-law, Master Guo, was also a local gentryman, and in his panic,

he had no choice but to ask his son-in-law to send troops for protection. Magistrate Hu was already overwhelmed with the task of capturing the thieves, and his constables and yamen

runners were stretched thin.
Originally reluctant to agree to his father-in-law's request, Magistrate Hu was always henpecked. After all, his future

was built on his wife's family's money; how could he not listen to her? Reluctantly, he sent a few old, weak, and disabled constables as

bodyguards . As fate would have it, a thief broke into Master Guo's house at that very moment.
The constables and servants surrounded the thief in the courtyard, engaging in a fierce fight, but the thief finally escaped by

jumping over the wall . Alas! The cooked duck flew away, and the credit he had almost earned vanished. Magistrate Hu

was filled with regret and remorse, while his wife complained and mocked, saying that if they had sent a few capable and skilled constables, the mission

would have been accomplished. Overwhelmed by fear, anxiety, anger, and helplessness, Magistrate Hu suddenly

lost and had each of the constables involved given twenty strokes of the cane and a severe reprimand.
These constables were truly wronged. They were paid by the government, yet they were doing favors for the government; they should at least show some

courtesy ! Besides, everyone had done their best, even risking their lives to fight the thief

. What could they do if they were outmatched? They had at least put in the effort, even if they didn't achieve anything.
Furthermore, the government had been searching for the thief for over a year, and dozens of cases had occurred, yet they

hadn't even seen a trace of him. This was their first face-to-face encounter with the thief, and they had obtained firsthand information about him

: a young woman, dressed in black, wearing a black cloak and mask, tall, with bright eyes in the dark,

capable of scaling walls, and highly skilled in martial arts. This information would undoubtedly be beneficial for future searches. In this light, these

unjustly punished constables were not only innocent but also meritorious.

(II)
Enough of the digression, let's get back to the main topic. Let's return to Magistrate Hu, still seething with anger. He returned to the inner hall, smashed a chair leg,

broke a teacup, and lamented his fate, utterly at a loss as the thief remained elusive.
Suddenly, his head maid, Qiu'er, rushed into the hall, shouting, "Master, something terrible has happened! Madam has

been killed by the thief!"
"What do you mean?" Incredulous, Magistrate Hu thought he had misheard and asked again, "

Who killed whom?"
"Madam, my lady was killed by that female thief!" Qiu'er explained once more.
How could this be? Because of the robbery and the conflict with the thief, Madam was worried and had gone to visit her parents

early . In broad daylight, with a large group of maids and servants, this thief

was incredibly audacious. He quickly gathered a dozen constables and yamen runners, led by Qiu'er, and rushed to the scene.
The incident occurred near a grove of trees about ten miles from the county seat. A large crowd had already gathered to watch;

some wore expressions of joy, others gloated, some mocked, and still others prayed with their hands clasped.
The crowd murmured amongst themselves: "Good deeds are rewarded, evil deeds are punished!" "Heaven has eyes! An eye for an eye!" "

Guanyin Bodhisattva has appeared, ridding the people of this scourge!"
Why did the villagers hate Madam Hu so much? It turned out that Madam Hu was the daughter of a wealthy local gentry, a native of the area, and

well-known to everyone.
She was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, and due to her family's wealth, she had been pampered and spoiled, becoming quite...

She was plump, lacking some of the slenderness of her predecessors, but possessing a mature and sensual charm. While her figure was somewhat

clumsy , her face was undeniably beautiful. Her round, fair skin, oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, almond-shaped

eyes, and peach-blossom cheeks made her undeniably alluring and captivating.
People said her head and body were mismatched, but what was truly incongruous was her personality. Cunning and shrewish,

ruthless and vicious, she used her father's wealth and her husband's power to engage in various shady dealings, such as loan sharking, exploiting the people, and manipulating

lawsuits to defraud them. Behind her back, everyone called her "the tigress" and "the landlady."
When Magistrate Hu and his entourage arrived at the scene, several village elders and local constables were already there, suppressing the locals and warning them not to " talk nonsense" and to be careful not to "stir up trouble." Magistrate Hu paid no heed to the gossip and went straight to the sedan chair carrying

his wife . 　　The sedan chair's roof had been torn off, and the surrounding area was shattered, revealing the lady's plump, white flesh lying bloated inside. Her 　　two large breasts had been cut off at the root; one lay beside her, the other rolled onto the ground outside the chair. A long slit had been made in the pubic hair from her chest to her lower abdomen, her intestines and internal organs spilling out and hanging from her side. The small area under the sedan chair was splattered with excrement, urine, and blood. 　　The most admirable feature of Madam Hu's body—her beautiful head—was missing, leaving only a bowl-sized, still-bleeding scar on her neck. It was a gruesome and terrifying scene, the stench of which filled the air for several feet. 　　Even though it was his wife, Magistrate Hu didn't want to look any longer, covering his nose and walking away sullenly. The subsequent examination of the body by the coroner , the questioning of witnesses such as the maids and sedan chair bearers by the constables, the handling of the body, and the cleaning of the scene are details I will not go into. 　　Magistrate Hu returned to the county office at dusk, his weary body reclining in the armchair, a complex mix of emotions—a mixture of sorrow, relief, regret, and fear—swirling within him. The tragic murder of his wife was a natural consequence of grief; but the absence of his domineering wife's control and restraint was not necessarily a bad thing. However, he worried about the impact of his wife 's family's financial backing, and what would happen after her passing. Most importantly, he feared the ruthless and cunning thief, whose cunning and ruthlessness would keep the case unsolved, ultimately leading to his execution by either the emperor or the thief himself. This was Magistrate Hu's greatest fear. 　　While Magistrate Hu was lost in thought, his maid, Qiu'er, had already prepared dinner and warmed a pot of old wine for her master to calm his nerves and relieve his fatigue. Qiu'er gracefully strolled to the master's side, her eyes sparkling with affection, and said in a sweet, melodious voice , "Master, please accept my condolences. Don't harm your health. Even though the lady is gone, I'm still here! Let me serve you your meal." 　　She glanced at the master again and reached out to help him up. Taking advantage of the moment . Qiu'er rolled into his arms, and the two embraced, face to face, mouth to mouth. Soon their tongues were intertwined, emitting heavy breaths and lewd sounds. 　　This young maid, Qiu'er, was only seventeen or eighteen years old. She was petite and beautiful, with a round face as white and delicate as tofu, almond-shaped eyes, cherry lips, pearly teeth, and a pert nose, giving her an air of purity, cleverness, gentleness, and beauty. Despite her small stature, she was quick-witted; as the saying goes, "a small person is not small," and all the nourishment she acquired was used for her cunning. She skillfully navigated between the domineering and tyrannical wife and the cunning and treacherous husband, gaining their trust and becoming the planner and mediator of the magistrate's family life. 　　Such a person, placed beside the lustful Magistrate Hu, would inevitably lead to flirtatious exchanges, physical contact, and playful banter. Fortunately, the shrewish wife was always watching closely, preventing them from engaging in such shameful acts in public. Today, however, was different. Without the obstructive watchful eye, she could finally be unrestrained , open her heart, and indulge in unbridled joy. 　　The long kiss lasted several minutes. Finally, Qiu'er caught her breath and hurriedly said, " If you love me, sir, I am willing to serve you for life!" 　　Hearing this in his passion, Magistrate Hu was startled. A seasoned lover and a seasoned official, he knew that casual encounters should never be taken seriously. Besides, for a dignified magistrate to marry a maid would be a laughingstock. But with such a tempting prospect before him, and such a beautiful woman, why not take advantage of it? Without a word, he once again lowered his head and silenced Qiu'er's passionate, somewhat longing words with his lips. 　　After a deep and passionate embrace, the two began their meal. Qiu'er, temporarily satisfied , was in high spirits, constantly toasting the master and serving him food. Meanwhile, Magistrate Hu, once the passion subsided, became worried again , sighing frequently. 　　"Master, don't worry," Qiu'er said, her clever mind 　　"What? Don't try to amuse me with jokes!" 　　Magistrate Hu thought Qiu'er was joking, but after a slight smile, he felt a sense of being mocked and toyed with by a woman. He angrily said, "So many strong and skilled constables and sergeants couldn't find her, couldn't beat her in a fight, and couldn't capture her. What ability do you, a mere woman, have to spout such nonsense here!" 　　"Don't be angry, sir. If you can't defeat her by force, can't you outsmart her? If force doesn't work, you can try a softer approach. I have a plan that will guarantee the female thief is easily captured." 　　"A plan? What plan?" Magistrate Hu knew that the little girl was usually clever and resourceful, and might actually have some brilliant idea. So he changed his expression and said with a smile, "Tell me quickly." 　　"Wait!" Qiu'er leaned closer to her master, gazing at him tenderly, and said in a sweet, seductive voice, "If I help you catch the female thief, what will you give me in return?" 　　"If we can capture the female thief, I'll definitely get promoted and become rich. I'll be promoted to prefect, and you'll be the prefect's wife," 　　Magistrate Hu replied without hesitation, pandering to her desires. 　　Qiu'er was overjoyed and whispered in Magistrate Hu's ear, "When you were murdered today, I saw this female thief clearly. I've seen her before near Guo Village; she's tall and very conspicuous, so I can't be mistaken. If we set up an ambush in the Guo Village area, like this—" 　　"Good idea, we can try it!" Magistrate Hu nodded and smiled, his eyes greedily fixed on Qiu'er's rosy face, which resembled a blooming . He said, "You've come up with such a good plan; I'll reward you with a little spring breeze now."

He reached out and picked up Qiu'er, throwing her onto the bed. They both stripped off their clothes, revealing their naked bodies. Qiu'er

was already aroused, her juices flowing freely, soaking even the mattress. Magistrate Hu's penis,

now fully erect, aimed at Qiu'er's entrance and thrust in deeply, pumping violently.

The creaking of the bed, Qiu'er's moans and groans, the magistrate's heavy breathing, and the

wet, smacking sounds of their bodies joined created a multi-part chorus, sometimes a surging waterfall, sometimes a gentle,

flowing stream. They played until the fourth watch of the night before finally drifting off to sleep.

(III)
On the same night, deep in the woods near Guo Village, in the crypt of an ancient tomb, under the dim candlelight,

a robust young woman sat lost in thought at a stone table. She was

the female thief who had made Magistrate Hu so terrified and restless. On the stone table lay a beautiful woman's head,

unmistakably the severed head of the tigress Madam Hu, who had been beheaded that morning.
She was an orphan separated from her parents during the war years, adopted by the old nun, Wuqing, who taught her

martial arts. This child was naturally gifted, tall, strong, and robust, naturally possessing superior martial arts skills.
Her master adored her, regarding her as the apple of his eye; it seemed her master intended to groom her as his successor. She had

been given a Buddhist name, but because of her imposing figure, everyone called her Aunt Gao, completely

forgetting her original name.
As the days passed, Gao Dagu grew to be fifteen or sixteen, her heart beginning to stir with love . She

blossomed into a strikingly beautiful and ethereal woman, admired by both monks and laypeople alike for her beauty and talent. Strangely, only her master, the Heartless Abbess, praised her fellow

disciples, saying one was delicate and graceful, the other alluring and radiant. She, however, called Gao Dagu dark-skinned,

clumsy, and with thick eyebrows and large eyes, resembling a tomboy. In truth, the master wasn't blind; she could see the

strength . Having raised her from childhood, she understood her honest, straightforward, and righteous nature, her strong will to fight evil. But as a

nun and a chivalrous woman, her greatest weakness was her inability to escape the allure of love. The master's criticism of her appearance was a ploy

to help her restrain herself, extinguish worldly desires, and avoid being burdened or trapped by love, so she could become a

true Buddhist disciple and a heroic figure.
In the end, the Heartless Abbess was disappointed; Dagu's worldly desires remained, and she was ultimately not destined for Buddhism. As per custom, upon turning

eighteen , she was sent down the mountain like other lay disciples to venture into the world and gain experience.
Having long grown weary of the austere life in the temple, she readily agreed. However,

parting from her nurturing master was difficult. He instructed her to distinguish right from wrong, good from evil, to promote good and suppress evil, and

to uphold justice.
He especially warned her: "Men are unreliable; never easily trust them!"
Given her nature and temperament, it was

only natural . Initially, lacking experience, she could only engage in petty theft to make a living. Later,

she took on more and more, eventually earning the title of "Living Guanyin" among the people, while simultaneously attracting the attention of officials

and powerful figures who were determined to kill her.
To achieve such an impact so soon after her debut, her career can be considered a success. However, recently,

perhaps due to weariness of this solitary life, she, who had always been strong, resolute, brave, and fearless,

has fallen into a state of loneliness, isolation, sorrow, and helplessness. Whenever the night is quiet or she is moved by certain sights,

she unconsciously feels dissatisfied with her current life and indulges in unrealistic fantasies about the future.
Especially when she sees young men and women, young couples, strolling hand in hand under the moonlit flowers, expressing their love and

tenderness , she feels even more uneasy. She fantasizes that one day she too can find a suitable husband, end

this life of constant danger, and go to a remote, uninhabited mountain forest to spend her life together in blissful intimacy.
This is understandable; she is already a twenty-year-old woman, an age when most people would be devoted to their husbands and mothers.
Furthermore, her long-term monastic life has meant she has had virtually no contact with men, and her current wandering life makes it even more difficult to have

opportunities to meet them. Even when opportunities arise, her master's teaching that "men are unreliable" has made

her hesitant and cause her to miss them. In this situation, how could she not be filled with spring fever and daydreams!
With her martial arts skills and strong will, her chivalrous deeds over the past two years had been remarkably successful. But

just last night, she suffered her first setback

. Having just scaled the wall into Master Guo's courtyard, she was surrounded by constables and servants lying in ambush. She was nearly captured, but fortunately, her light-footed skills allowed her to escape

. Returning to the ancient tomb, still shaken, she felt a strange melancholy welling up inside her. She felt so pitiful, pathetic,

lonely, and helpless. To vent her frustration and satisfy her mental desires, she, as usual, resorted to masturbation

to achieve a state of illusory pleasure. After several orgasms, she finally drifted off to sleep.
Having not slept well all night, she woke at dawn, feeling somewhat groggy. Dressed as a village woman, she took a walk in the woods to breathe

some fresh air. There, on the official road, she saw a small sedan chair being escorted by numerous servants and maids.

The villagers were gossiping, saying it was the magistrate's wife's sedan chair, and listing her many misdeeds.
Hearing this, the eldest aunt was suddenly seized by a sudden impulse: "Why not seize this opportunity to rid the people of this scourge and get rid of

this tigress!"
No sooner said than done, she acted swiftly. In a few leaps, she rushed towards the sedan chair, smashing off the roof with a single blow.

With a swift movement shattered the four wooden clappers, revealing the magistrate's wife inside. The tigress was already terrified,

slumped limply in the sedan chair.
The eldest aunt looked closely and saw that she was a stunningly beautiful young woman. Is it true that all beautiful women feel

an irresistible jealousy when they see another beautiful woman? In any case, the eldest aunt felt a perverse, sadistic urge.
She immediately used her sword to tear open the woman's dress, revealing a body of white, plump flesh, and two large breasts. Unfortunately,

the flesh was too much to support her weight, hanging like two heavy sacks on her belly.
The eldest aunt scoffed, "These two rotten pieces of meat are a disgrace to your beauty! I'll fix them for you

!" With that, she swiftly sliced off the two large breasts at the base with two quick strokes of her sword. Madam Hu screamed twice,

immediately gushing out both feces and urine.
Looking at Madam Hu's protruding belly due to excess fat, she said, "I'll help you lose weight!" and then used her sword...

She ripped open the lady's abdomen, and instantly her internal organs, intestines, blood, and fat gushed out.
A stench assaulted her nostrils, causing her to cough uncontrollably

. Unable to bear it any longer, she quickly severed the lady's head, grabbed her hair, and vanished in a flash.
Previously, her aunt had always killed on a dark, moonlit night or in the wilderness, dressed in black and masked,

striking with lightning speed . Today, however, she had done it in broad daylight, under the watchful eyes of everyone, wasting the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.
In that short time, the cunning maid Qiu'er had witnessed it, plunging her into an irreversible

catastrophe.
The reason her aunt took the tigress's head was because it was so beautiful; she wanted to take it back and examine it closely,

especially comparing it to her own face. Her master always said she was ugly—but what exactly made her ugly? She placed the severed head on the stone

table, next to a bronze mirror. Looking at the head, then at her own reflection, she sighed

, "So ugly!"
Madam Hu, born into wealth and pampered, naturally had fair and delicate skin; while

Aunt , having trained in the harshest winters and hottest summers, her skin was naturally darker and rougher. This comparison

enraged her, sending the head flying a good ten feet away, crashing into a stone wall and smashing its nose away.
Calming down slightly, she looked at her own face in the mirror: thick, dark eyebrows and bright, deep eyes.
Thinking of Madam Hu's large, soft breasts, which she had severed with her sword, she couldn't help but lift her

clothes, cupping her full, firm breasts in her hands and kneading them a few times, a warm feeling rising within her. She felt a surge of

pride in her healthy body. Yes, lately, Aunt Gao had been living in a state of constant contradiction and torment, struggling between strength, fortitude, and tenderness, a kind of perverse

conflict.
(IV)

One morning three days later, my aunt was strolling along a path by the river. Suddenly, she heard a commotion nearby, and

someone shouted, "Someone jumped into the river! Help!"

My aunt immediately ran over and looked into the river. She saw a young girl struggling in

the water , with only her head bobbing up and down on the surface. A tuft of long, shiny black hair floated on the water. Without hesitation, my aunt

jumped into the water.

My aunt had done many good deeds of helping those in distress in the surrounding villages and towns of the county, and some people had vaguely seen her

. When they saw a tall, strong woman leap into the water, they naturally thought of her and immediately exclaimed, "

The living Guanyin has arrived! This girl is saved!"

The news spread like wildfire, and people gathered from all directions to pay homage to their living Bodhisattva and

admire the heroine's heroic act of saving a life. With her skill, rescuing someone from the water was as easy as taking candy from a bag. In no time,

she pulled the drowning person ashore, where she lay flat on the ground. Everyone looked closely and saw a petite, elegant, and beautiful

young woman. Her almond-shaped eyes were slightly closed, her cherry-like lips were panting, and her chest was rising and falling; she seemed to be alright.

A moment later, the girl burst into tears, crying, "Why did you save me? Why are you making me suffer like this? Let

me die!" She then struggled to climb back into the river.

"What kind of talk is that?" the aunt comforted her. "It's better to live than to die. Tell me what's wrong, and I'll

definitely help you."

"You're a living Guanyin!" the girl suddenly exclaimed, her eyes widening as she looked at the aunt. She knelt down and kowtowed

three times, crying, "Living Guanyin, living Bodhisattva! Save this poor girl!"

The aunt, startled to hear her reveal her name, fearing her identity had been exposed, quickly

scooped the girl up like an eagle snatching a chick, parted the crowd, and fled. Those who remained by the river

sighed at the scene before them, admired the spirit of the Living Guanyin in her act of bravery and kindness,

rejoiced that the weak woman had been rescued from suffering, and prayed for the chance to witness the heroic figure of their idol

. It was a long, long time before they gradually dispersed.

In a secluded spot, the aunt began to question the girl about her suicidal intentions. The girl, however, first demanded to know if she was truly

the Living Guanyin, saying, "If you are the Living Guanyin, I will tell you everything about myself, and please help me. Otherwise, do

n't get involved in this mess; you can't afford to offend her. Let me die!"

The girl's words ignited the aunt's fearless spirit. Seeing that no one was around and

the weak and posed no threat, she confessed her identity. Then, the young woman,

with tears streaming down her face, recounted her tragic experiences: Her name was Qiu'er, a maidservant in the household of Magistrate Hu of the county. Because of her

beauty, she was constantly harassed by Magistrate Hu. Only

through did she manage to maintain her chastity.

However, after his wife's murder, Magistrate Hu became even more brazen in his advances, openly proposing to take her as a concubine,

threatening kill her if she refused, and even after death, he would not let her go, intending to defile and expose her corpse. Desperate, she took

her own life to preserve her chastity. Upon hearing this, the eldest aunt was filled with righteous indignation at the evil deeds of those in power, determined to rid

the people of this and avenge Qiu'er. On the other hand, she felt that Qiu'er's plight was somehow

connected to her own killing of the magistrate's wife, and therefore, feeling somewhat guilty towards Qiu'er, she decided to treat her with even greater care and love from now on.

"Where do you live? Who else lives with you? I'll take you home. Don't worry about anything else,

I'll take care of everything."

"My home is nearby. My parents died early, and I only have an older brother named Chun-ge. We depend on each other for survival. Because of

poverty, I'm already thirty and still unmarried."

Qiu'er seemed to have found support when she met her aunt, and her mood brightened considerably. A smile appeared on her face, and her little mouth

chattered sweet words, making her aunt's heart flutter.

Before long, they were as close as sisters: "Sister, look how capable and powerful you are! Even the landlords and rich

are afraid of you, and the government is afraid of you too. Ah, it would be so great if you were my sister-in-law! I wouldn't be afraid of being bullied anymore."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Hearing this, her aunt's face flushed red. She scolded her, but a sweet longing welled up

in her heart .

Aunt and Chun-ge truly fell in love at first sight. The moment they met, they both froze,

staring at each other for a long time without blinking. It was only when Qiu-er deliberately coughed that the dreamlike awkwardness was broken, and

they both smiled sheepishly.

It was understandable; Aunt had rarely been in contact with men before, and was currently at the peak of her desire for the opposite sex.

Seeing the elegant and refined Chun Ge, how could she not be moved? Although Chun Ge had befriended many beautiful

women, they were all pretentious and affected. This was the first time he had seen

a woman naturally he wanted to take a few more glances. Since it was their first meeting, his aunt was a little embarrassed. After exchanging

a few pleasantries and polite words, she took her leave.

Chun Ge, however, couldn't contain himself and complained to Qiu'er, "Why did you just let her leave like that?"

"Don't worry!" Qiu'er said confidently, "Look at the lustful look in her eyes, she'll come back again, and

soon she'll be your captive!"

Sure enough, after returning home, his aunt couldn't calm down

. The image of Chun Ge kept haunting her mind. But her master's teaching of "not trusting men" was like an invisible shackle, making her hesitate.

After thinking it over, she finally found a reason to comfort herself: to help Qiu'er's family, she took some gold, silver, and grain

and went to see Chun Ge again the next day. This time, she stayed longer, still not daring to overstep boundaries, but this interaction

made Auntie feel even more that Chun-ge was so approachable and Qiu-er so adorable. She

completely disregarded her master's words, trusting them implicitly and letting her guard down entirely.

On the third day, Auntie went to Chun-ge's house again. This time, she went without any internal struggle, without

seeking any reasons or excuses, willingly and gladly. She had already considered Chun-ge and Qiu-er as confidants

and family. Initially, there was some restraint, but once their feelings were mutual, the temporary indifference was quickly

melted away by their passionate love. They shared their sorrows and loneliness, expressing their admiration and longing for each other. Seeing that the time was right

, the sensible Qiu-er quickly made an excuse to leave, leaving them alone.

For a time, their affection was intense, and they clung to each other intimately. Chun Ge, like a seasoned lover

, used all his seductive skills to touch Auntie's entire body, paying special attention to her most sensual areas. Auntie

, experiencing this for the first time in her life, was completely immersed in passion, excitement, tension, and longing

. In a short time, she experienced several orgasms, her crotch soaked with sweat.

Then, under Chun Ge's sweet words and solemn promises, Auntie, blushing and full of affection,

secretly pledged her life to him, vowing to grow old together, to stay together until the seas dry up and the rocks crumble.

Their vows were just like those described in ancient folk songs: "Oh Heaven, I wish to be with you forever, until the end of time

. Unless the mountains crumble, the rivers run dry, winter thunder roars and summer snow falls, heaven and earth unite, only then will I part from you."

Qiu'er returned and ate dinner. Auntie and Chun Ge were now husband and wife; it was a natural progression. That night, Auntie

didn't go home, but shared a bed with Chun Ge. That night, amidst the clouds and thunder of Wushan, the mandarin ducks frolicking in the

water affection overflowing. Auntie's excitement and exhilaration were beyond words. She drifted off to

sleep late, still feeling unsatisfied. At

dawn, the roosters crowed in the fields, waking Auntie from her reverie. Suddenly, she felt numbness and

weakness unable to move. Looking closely, she realized she was naked and tightly bound with hemp rope

. Her hands were tied behind her back, two ropes above and below her breasts, flattening her large, firm breasts. Her ankles

and knees were also bound, her legs tightly tied together. Most painfully,

a , digging deep between her labia majora. Auntie tried to struggle to sit up, but two men in black

held steel knives crossed to her neck, forcing her to lie back down, awaiting her fate.

"Sir, she's awake," a voice came from beside her.

Several people walked in from outside. Auntie glanced sideways and saw it was Chun-ge, Qiu-er, and the others.

"Chun-ge! You—." Auntie cried out in surprise and pleading.

"Who is your Chun-ge!" Chun-ge laughed loudly, looking at Auntie with disdain: "I am a dignified county

magistrate , how could I be on friendly terms with a female thief like you? Don't be fooled by your arrogance, with just a little trick, you'll be

my prisoner. Haha—!"

"You, you—, scheming, despicable and shameless—!" Auntie was filled with shame, regret,

anger, and hatred, her chest heaving and her whole body trembling, unable to speak.

"Hmph! You're the despicable and shameless slut!"

Qiu'er seized the opportunity to tease her aunt, "Don't you even take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror? A petty

thief you dares to dream of seducing our master? Do you even deserve it? Let me tell you, the master has long had his eye on me, and I'm already

his woman! I'm the real lady!"

Qiu'er never expected that her words would enrage Magistrate Hu, who roared, "You insolent

girl, talking nonsense! Guards, tie this girl up too and take her away with this female thief."

This was Qiu'er's clever plan to capture the female thief. Qiu'er, a child of fishermen, grew up by the water.

Choosing to jump into the river to lure her aunt out was indeed a wise move. Coupled with Magistrate Hu's superb

skills , it's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark. Even with great skills and unparalleled martial arts, the naive Gao Dagu

was no match for them, and defeat was inevitable. However, the clever Qiu'er did not foresee that

she, who had made such a great contribution, would ultimately suffer the fate of being discarded like a dog after the rabbit is killed.

(V)

Magistrate Hu and his party escorted Dagu and Qiu'er to her father-in-law, Master Guo's house. This operation to capture the thief did not

involve a single soldier from the county government; it was all done by Master Guo's servants. One reason was to give the credit for capturing the thief to

her father-in-law, and another was that there was a secret between them.

Master Guo's idea was to skin the female thief alive, disembowel her, and cut out her heart to offer as a sacrifice to his murdered daughter.

Magistrate believed that an ordinary thief, according to the law, would at most be beheaded and displayed in public. Following Master Guo's approach,

a secret execution was necessary. However, given the influence of the "Living Guanyin" among the masses, to have a deterrent effect, the Ministry of Justice

would definitely approve a public execution. Public executions, however, were unsafe; if the female thief's accomplices hijacked the execution ground,

the few old and weak soldiers in the county government would be no match for them. Releasing a tiger back into the mountains would be extremely dangerous. Even if the emperor

didn't want my head, Aunt Gao would never forgive me.

After much deliberation, he finally decided to hand Aunt Gao over to Master Guo. But how to

explain ? He then thought of Qiu'er. That day, in his infatuation, he had casually promised Qiu'er to be his wife—this was absolutely

unacceptable. If Qiu'er didn't get her way, she would inevitably resort to unreasonable demands or deliberate blackmail.

Spreading one's shameful secrets is no small matter.

Since they'd already gone this far, they might as well go all the way and kill her to silence her. They could just hand Qiu'er over as the female thief;

after all, no one had ever seen the thief's true face, so whether she was or wasn't, it didn't matter! With the plan

made up, Qiu'er's fate was sealed. After arriving at the Guo residence, they imprisoned the aunt in the dungeon. After lunch,

they took Qiu'er to the county government office.

For the past two years, news about the "Living Guanyin" had been highly sought-after, so the news of the female thief's

capture quickly spread throughout the county and the surrounding villages. The tyrannical landlords and

local bullies were overjoyed, for the sword of justice that had been held to their necks had finally disappeared, allowing

them to return to their old ways, to do as they pleased, to run rampant, and to wreak havoc on the countryside. Some even celebrated with gongs, drums, firecrackers, and

noodles. The poor and kind-hearted people, however, wept bitterly, lamenting the loss of their heroine

, the living Bodhisattva who stood up for the poor and weak, who had rescued them from suffering. Many went to temples to burn

incense , worship, and offer prayers, beseeching the gods to bless the living Guanyin with a peaceful life.

Some, with their kind hearts, believed the news was unreliable, arguing that with Guanyin's martial arts prowess, the corrupt officials

who only dared to bully the common people were no match for her and could not possibly capture her. Others,

analyzing the situation objectively, said that even the strongest man cannot withstand overwhelming numbers; a lone woman, no matter how skilled

in martial arts , could not defeat those ferocious constables and yamen runners.

In short, the entire county was abuzz with discussion, with people of different backgrounds and stances behaving

and speaking in various ways. It wasn't until a notice was posted on the street announcing the execution of the female thief, Gao Dagu, that people

learned for the first time that the thief's name was Gao Dagu, that she was only twenty years old, and that she was scheduled to be beheaded the following day at noon.

On the day of the execution, thousands of people gathered along the streets and around the execution ground. Some were tearful and heartbroken,

coming to pay their respects with their families; some were indignant and cursing, whether denouncing the government's injustice or

cursing the thief's wickedness, it was unclear; some were jubilant and cheerful, as if the execution of the female

thief would bring peace and prosperity to the world; some came specifically to admire the thief's appearance and the pain of her execution

; and many more were simply indifferent, joining in the fun. All sorts of people, men and women, craned their necks, shoulder to

shoulder, awaiting the arrival of the execution procession.

Amidst the clatter of gongs and drums and the piercing sound of horns, a procession of ceremonial guards carrying banners, swords, and spears pushed in, escorted by

numerous constables and executioners. On the cart stood a wooden post, and bound to it

was a naked young woman, her arms wrapped behind her back and tied with ropes, her legs spread wide and fastened to

the cart's floor, her most intimate parts completely exposed to the public. A

long, pointed plaque was inserted at the top of the post, bearing the large characters "Gao Dagu, the Female Thief," with

a red circle drawn around the characters "Gao Dagu."

Historically, the appearance of a female prisoner before execution would always cause a stir among the crowd, but today, the

atmosphere was filled with more sorrow, confusion, doubt, and despair. Although no one had ever truly seen the real face of the Living

Guanyin , based on hearsay and their own imagination and hopes, her image should be that of a tall,

majestic, strong, and beautiful woman with dark or bronze skin, strong, thick arms and legs, large,

firm breasts, and even full, bushy pubic hair—only then would she resemble a heroine. Unfortunately, the woman

before them was thin and frail, with slender limbs, fair skin, small but firm breasts, and

only a narrow, two-inch-long pubic hair.

She was clearly a delicate seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl. Looking at her ashen

face , and her body trembling with fear, where was the trace of heroism? How could her worshippers and followers not feel

sorrow and disappointment?

This was understandable; only the storyteller and the listeners knew that it wasn't the real Gao Dagu, but Qiu'er. While

Qiu'er was also a pretty girl, she possessed more gentleness than heroic spirit, and thus was not satisfactory. Not only

were everyone present completely in the dark, but even Qiu'er herself didn't understand why she had suddenly transformed into Aunt Gao. Unfortunately,

she had already fainted from fright, her clever little brain paralyzed, and she was no longer capable

of finding the cause.

From Magistrate Hu down to the flag bearers, the officials all hoped the execution would end quickly to avoid any complications

, because the female thief was too formidable. If her accomplices tried to storm the execution ground, they might lose their lives there, which wouldn't

be worth it. So, after a hasty procession through two streets, the female prisoner was pushed to the execution ground.

Their fears were indeed well-founded. In a small teahouse not far away, an old nun and five or six young

nuns were enjoying tea and chatting; they were none other than Aunt Gao's master, Abbess Wuqing, and her fellow nuns. Suddenly, a young nun

came running up from downstairs, whispering, "Master, she's here!" The other nuns immediately tensed up,

ready to rush out.

"Wait!" The ruthless nun glanced calmly out the window and said without batting an eye, "She's not your

senior sister. We've been tricked! Tell the sisters downstairs to retreat!"

In no time, the group of gray-clad nuns vanished.

The execution ground was set up at a busy intersection, already densely packed with spectators, with

people even perched on rooftops and tree branches. The constables untied Qiu'er from the cart, re-bound her hands behind her back, and secured

them tightly, attaching the executioner's mark. Qiu'er was already unconscious and disoriented, allowing them to toss and turn her as they pleased

without any resistance or struggle. Finally, she was dragged and pulled to the center of the execution ground, where she knelt on the ground like a lump of mud

, awaiting the moment of execution.

Unbeknownst to them, handfuls of paper money began to fall from the sky. A series of sorrowful cries echoed from the east end of the street .

Many people prostrated themselves on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, closing their eyes, clasping their hands in prayer, and loudly praying. They were followers

and worshippers of the Living Guanyin, offering their blessings: "Amitabha, may our benefactor, our hero, have a safe journey and ascend

to heaven ."

Before the crying had subsided, a group of Taoist priests arrived at the west end of the street, setting up a ritual. Pine resin flames blazed, incense smoke

swirled , and an old Taoist priest with disheveled hair, wielding a sword, danced and chanted incantations, viciously cursing the Living Guanyin

to a terrible death. Suddenly, a thunderclap erupted, a beam of fire shot out, and the old priest burst into wild laughter, as if he had successfully

cast the Living Guanyin into the eighteenth level of hell, never to rise again.

The commotion had barely subsided when a few hooligans and playboys to the north began loudly commenting

on the appearance of the female condemned prisoner. To the south, a motley crew of all sorts of people scoffed and

mocked now paralyzed with fear before her execution. Some swore they had witnessed the legendary Guanyin rescuing a drowning woman

, concluding this woman was not the real Guanyin. Others speculated it was a government ploy to deceive the people,

a view immediately gaining popular support. Everyone hoped it wasn't true; the real Guanyin was a hero,

and heroes never die.

Three cannon shots rang out, and the bailiffs shouted, "Noon!"

Two executioners, each with one hand under Qiu'er's armpits, lifted her up like a weight and dragged her to

the official table set up by the roadside. She knelt before the official, then, with her other hand, grabbed her hair and tilted her face upwards to face the official on the table for

verification .

Seated in the center of the table was Qiu'er's revered master,

the man . Magistrate Hu stared wide-eyed at the pale, tear-streaked, trembling maidservant, Qiu'er,

his own beloved companion. A flicker of panic rose in his heart, and a slight blush crept onto his face.

But his experience proved too much; he quickly regained his composure, slammed his gavel in a mocking manner

, and proclaimed loudly, "The female thief, Gao Dagu, has committed countless crimes—theft, robbery, murder—and all manner of evil

. Her execution is the only way to appease public anger. Her identity has been verified. Guards, take her away and execute her!" With that, he tossed the executioner's token downwards.

The executioner picked it up, grabbed Qiu'er, and dragged her away from the courtroom.

Watching Qiu'er leave, Magistrate Hu silently murmured to himself, "Qiu'er, Qiu'er! Don't blame me for being heartless, blame

yourself for being like a toad lusting after a swan, a crow wanting to perch on a phoenix's nest—in the end, you've got nothing!"

The executioner dragged Qiu'er back to her original spot, forced her to kneel, and casually removed the executioner's dagger from the back of her head. He raised his broadsword

, ready to behead her. But Qiu'er's body was like a mangy dog with its bones removed, limp and lifeless, lying on

the ground, unable to even straighten her neck—it was impossible to behead her! The executioner, however, was experienced; it seemed he had killed

many women in the past and had encountered this situation before, so he knew a solution.

Two constables lifted Qiu'er up on either side, while the other brought a

round stick about two feet long and an inch thick. He inserted one end into Qiu'er's vagina, then knelt down again, the other end of the stick pressing against the ground.

Supported by the stick, Qiu'er's body straightened up, but her head still drooped to one side.

A constable stepped forward, tied Qiu'er's long hair into a bun, wrapped it twice around her wrist, and

pulled it upwards forcefully, raising her head and straightening her neck. The executioner raised his large cleaver, aimed it at Qiu'er's fair neck, and

swung it downwards with force. A white flash passed, followed by a long, shrill scream, and Qiu'er's head was severed from her body.

Just as her head separated from her body, the constable released his grip on her hair, and the head fell to the ground,

dripping with blood, rolling more than two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) away. The headless corpse, spurting blood, suddenly leaped up, staggered

forward five or six steps, and then collapsed heavily to the ground, blood still oozing from the wound on her neck. The executioner picked up the head from the ground and presented it to the officials. Magistrate Hu looked at Qiu'er's face, contorted with pain yet still

remarkably beautiful, and felt a pang of guilt. 　　Once upon a time, a beautiful woman who had been with him day and night, whispering sweet nothings to him, had suddenly become a wronged ghost. Magistrate Hu ordered: Qiu'er's head to be taken and hung at the city gate for all to see. Only after the execution was completed did the soldiers return to their yamen and the crowd disperse. 　　The clever and witty little girl Qiu'er ultimately met a tragic and pitiful end, which was also God's retribution for her aiding and abetting evil. However, before her death, she received many people's prayers, blessings, and worship. It is said that several years later, someone built a temple and enshrined an idol called Gao Xiangu, which was based on Qiu'er's image. All of this was enough to make this nameless little girl famous. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　(VI) 　　At the same time as Qiu'er's execution, the Guo family's courtyard was bustling with preparing to hold a grand gathering. They invited the leading figures from the four villages of the county to attend, with the aim of witnessing the private execution of the female thief, the living Guanyin, Gao Dagu. 　　Since her capture, the eldest aunt had been imprisoned in the dungeon of Master Guo's mansion. Because of her formidable martial arts skills, and fearing she might escape by force, her hands and feet were chained. Magistrate Hu and Master Guo agreed that, for safety reasons , the eldest aunt and Qiu'er would be executed simultaneously to check each other. Qiu'er's execution required approval from the Ministry of Justice, so the eldest aunt lived in the dungeon for another ten days or so. 　　To ensure the execution was visually appealing, her body had to be kept intact and her strength plentiful; therefore, aside from the loss of her freedom, she wasn't subjected to cruel torture. On the contrary, she was given some appropriate care. 　　What care? It turned out that the eldest aunt's fresh and beautiful wildness, compared to the had grown tired of, offered a different kind of allure. 　　What cat doesn't crave fish? Master Guo, of course, also wanted to taste her, but he was also somewhat afraid of her ruthless and violent nature. After much deliberation, still emboldened by lust, he decided to give it a try. 　　He summoned several strong servants, who dragged his eldest sister out of the dungeon. Under the threat of swords, they ordered her to lie on an old , heavy table, her legs spread apart and tied to two table legs. Only then were the shackles and handcuffs removed, and her arms spread apart and tied to the other two table legs. The eldest sister was now in a horizontal, bent -limbs "X" position, perfectly exposing her most private and sacred parts . 　　Master Guo dismissed the servants and paced around the table, his eyes never leaving the eldest sister's body , constantly making "tsk, tsk" sounds of praise. 　　Indeed, the eldest sister's body was truly remarkable. Though not possessing alabaster skin, it was more radiant and natural ; though lacking a seductive face, it was more dignified and beautiful; though not slender and graceful, it was fuller and more robust . Even at his advanced age, Master Guo was aroused and his lust was stirred. He cupped his aunt's large breasts, which resembled upside-down earthen his hands and kneaded them; they were both soft and firm. 　　He then ran his fingers through his aunt's thick, dark pubic hair. His aunt's body hair was extremely abundant, covering her lower abdomen but also extending from the sides of her labia majora to around her anus, and even her armpits were covered with messy armpit hair.

He then used his hands to pry open her labia majora, revealing a clitoris the size of a soybean and the tender, bright red flesh inside her vagina, already

oozing a few glistening drops of nectar. Master Guo could no longer restrain himself; he hastily undressed and mounted her.

Now, Aunt Gao, being a woman of the martial world, hadn't received much Confucian education and didn't

place much importance on chastity. Besides, she was at the peak of her youthful years, the time for pursuing love; otherwise, how could she have so easily fallen into

the trap set by Chun Ge and Qiu Er? Although she felt some shame and humiliation at Master Guo's forced rape,

she found it physically pleasurable and enjoyable.

Soon she was aroused and overflowing with vaginal fluid. Unfortunately, Master Guo was old and weak; just as Aunt Gao was about to

climax, he had already stopped, leaving her unsatisfied. Later, Master Guo raped Aunt Gao several more times,

each time she initially resisted but then yielded, half-heartedly.

With the master acting this way, the servants and henchmen naturally took even better care of him. But these servants were no

weaklings like the master; each one was like a wolf or a tiger, leaving the eldest aunt exhausted, drained, and in unbearable pain. Her

labia majora were so swollen and red that she couldn't even close her legs and walk.

That day, most of the villagers, young and old, went to the city to watch Qiu'er's execution, leaving the streets quiet. However,

the Guo family courtyard was bustling with activity. Several tables and chairs were set up, laden with tea, pastries, and dried and fresh fruits.

An altar was also set up on one side, with seven or eight memorial tablets bearing the names of those killed by

the eldest aunt Incense and candles were placed before the tablets for worship.

Guests had arrived one after another, engaging in lively and boisterous conversations.

Around 9 AM, several firecrackers went off in unison, and four servants slowly carried in a door panel.

Kneeling on the panel was Gao Dagu, naked and bound hand and foot. Ropes were draped over her shoulders, passed under her armpits, crossed over her back

, and tightly bound her arms and wrists behind her back. Her calves and thighs were bound together and spread apart, exposing her most

private parts to everyone. Fortunately, Dagu's pubic hair was thick and bushy, making her mysterious peach blossom

cave appear and disappear like a secluded valley hidden in a lush, dark forest.

However, her full, large breasts had nowhere to hide, standing proudly like two towering hills, trembling up and down

with the movement of the door panel. Naked and bound in such a humiliating position in public,

Dagu blushed deeply, overwhelmed with shame. She could only close her eyes, lower her head, and tremble all over, wishing she could

disappear .

The servants carried the eldest aunt slowly around the courtyard. The surroundings seemed to quiet down considerably. Everyone stared

intently at the strong, robust, and beautiful female thief before them, their eyes wide with disbelief.

The guests invited by Master Guo today all harbored deep hatred for the female thief, or at least suffered greatly at her hands.

This woman had caused them two years of constant unease,

sleepless nights, and anxiety. Some had lost their former glory, their wealth gone, and their lives ruined; some had fortified their homes and

fled to other places; some had panicked and built fortifications; and some had humbled themselves and feigned kindness.

Seeing Gao Dagu's wretched and ugly state—trapped and naked

—

the servants were overjoyed, elated, and smug. They felt a great sense of satisfaction, eager for a powerful counterattack. They were all itching to give her the cruelest and bloodiest punishment.

As noon approached, Master Guo ordered Dagu to be carried to a large tree. The servants lowered a

rope one end to the rope binding Dagu's back, and pulled the other end to hoist her up. The door panels were removed,

leaving her dangling in the air, swinging in the wind.

Several mischievous young men squeezed through the crowd, playfully pushing and shoving her, twisting and turning her around,

taking every opportunity to grope and pinch her body. Dagu was helpless, swaying and

bouncing in the air like a swing, amidst the uproar and laughter of the surrounding crowd.

A moment later, a servant brought a wooden stick about two inches thick and half a meter long. One end was placed against the ground,

vertically positioned under the aunt's crotch. Simultaneously, the rope was loosened, and the aunt's body was slowly lowered. Another servant used his hands to pry open her

two hairy labia, guiding her vagina to the tip of the stick and slowly inserting it until the stick was about four or

five inches inside. Then, the other end of the rope was tied securely to a tree trunk.

Now, the aunt was fixed in place by the stick, limiting her range of motion, but the rotational motion centered on the stick

became even more interesting. Looking at the aunt now, her tall, strong body's entire weight was concentrated on

the thin rope, which dug deeply into her full flesh, the muscles bulging and

protruding along the edges of the rope. The friction between the vaginal walls and the stick was both painful and itchy, numb and burning. Soon, she was drenched in cold sweat, tears,

snot, and saliva flowing down her face. Urine mixed with vaginal fluid gushed out, flowing down the stick and onto the ground.

At this moment, the aunt was living in pain and suffering. The pain of the ropes tearing at her limbs and skin

was bearable for someone accustomed to years of rigorous training, but the cruel and indecent humiliation was

unbearable.

In that instant, she regretted not heeding her master's parting advice, blamed herself for her sentimentality that had led her into the enemy

's trap, hated Chun Ge and Qiu Er's cunning and treachery, and glared angrily at the group of menacing executioners who were about to kill her. But it was all too late! Regret, hatred, blame, and anger were all useless; only death

awaited her ! 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　(VII) 　　After all the prominent figures had taken their seats, Master Guo walked to the front, coughed lightly twice, cleared his throat, and said , "Fellow villagers, young and old, look! Hanging in front is the notorious female thief, Gao Dagu, who is known as the Living Guanyin. 　　She is a notorious female devil in our county, murdering, robbing, plundering, and causing havoc in the village . Her crimes are numerous and countless. The villagers have suffered greatly because of her, but there is nothing they can do. I, Guo, though not , have used a little trick to capture this thief and present her to you all." Guo knew full well that even eating her flesh and sleeping on her skin wouldn't quell his hatred for her crimes. However, the thief was just a single, wretched body, while there were at least twenty or thirty families among us—not enough to go around. He proposed an idea: each family should send one person to cut a piece of the female thief's flesh, either for a sacrifice or to take home and eat. What did everyone think? Think about it: the thief was captured by Master Guo; he can kill or dismember her as he pleases. Inviting you to come and watch is already a huge favor, let alone the opportunity to personally cut a piece and share it.

"Meat, why not?" Everyone agreed immediately and elected Master Guo to make the first cut.

Master Guo ordered the incense and candles on the altar to be lit, picked up a gleaming ox-ear-shaped dagger

, and walked towards his eldest aunt who was hanging there. Looking at her face, which was covered with sweat and tears but was still clear and beautiful, and at

the body that he had just raped, he couldn't help but feel a little swayed.

After calming down a bit, he said, "A beautiful young woman, instead of staying at home to be a good wife and mother,

cooking embroidering, she went out and did evil deeds, ending up with a tragic end. If you weren't such a wicked

person, I might have really taken you as my fifth concubine! Remember, you must be a good person in your next life."

After saying that, he grabbed his eldest aunt's left nipple, straightened it, and

cut off the pointed peak with the purplish-red areola with one cut. Immediately, white milk, yellow fat, and red blood oozed from the wound.

The eldest aunt had practiced martial arts since childhood, and accidental injuries from swords and knives were commonplace, so this small cut didn't cause

much pain; she only let out a soft groan. Master Guo placed the severed nipple on

the plate before his daughter's memorial tablet on the altar. This first cut was a signal, telling those who followed to cut small, one cut at a time,

for even a thousand cuts wouldn't quell the hatred in their hearts.

The second to come up was Master Zhao, whose ancestors had once held high office in the court before retiring and settling here.

Unfortunately, his descendants were unfilial, indulging in drinking, gambling, and whoring, squandering the wealth their ancestors had amassed from the people, leaving him

no longer a wealthy family. But as an official family, his reputation still preceded him; even a fallen camel is bigger than a horse, and he earned the honor of being the second to be cut thanks to

his ancestors ' good deeds. Master Zhao was a withered old man in his seventies, a typical coffin

stuffing and steamed bun filling.

He staggered towards his aunt, trembling and unsteady,

his . Perhaps suffering from dementia, he completely failed to grasp the significance of Master Guo's demonstration.

He greedily tried to cut off the entire mass of flesh protruding from his chest, following the base of the breast from which the nipple had been removed

. However, his old age and frailty prevented him from doing so. After a dozen or so attempts, he hadn't even cut halfway.

This caused his aunt immense suffering. Breasts are a sensitive part of a woman's body, and the excruciating pain caused her

muscles to spasm and her whole body to convulse, emitting pitiful and piercing screams. With the help of the servants, Master Zhao

finally managed to cut off his aunt's left breast completely, wrapped it in a handkerchief, and muttered to himself, "Today the bun has

filling."

Next was Zhu Chaofeng, the most powerful and influential man in the county, rich, powerful, and with an excellent reputation among the people

. Therefore, his aunt had never made things difficult for him. Seeing Zhu Chaofeng approach, the eldest aunt seemed

a little relieved and said, "We have no grudge against each other, why—"

Zhu Chaofeng laughed and said, "Traitors and villains, everyone can kill them!"

Saying this, he inserted his middle finger along the wooden stick between his legs into her vagina, touched and rubbed her clitoris a few times, then used his thumb and

forefinger to spread her labia majora, exposing the clitoris. With his other hand, he used the tip of a knife to dig out

a clitoris, no bigger than a soybean, but the pain made the eldest aunt scream like a pig being slaughtered, and she fainted.

The servants sprayed cold water to revive her. By this time, Master Xu had already used a knife to cut around the wooden stick inserted in her vagina

, and the two labia majora, with a few pubic hairs, were separated from the eldest aunt's body. Li Shanren

didn't , but simply pinched off the two thin labia minora with his fingers. The eldest aunt lost consciousness again.

All of these people were men who chanted Amitabha Buddha but were filled with lustful thoughts. Apart from Master Zhao, who was described

as lewd, the others were all fair-skinned, plump, and prosperous-looking. In public, they even more affectedly acted

gentle and refined, with elegant manners. Each person, imitating Master Guo's demonstration, lightly cut off a small piece of

flesh and placed it on the plate on the altar to show their selflessness.

The next few who came up were quite different; each one was fierce and ruthless, a tyrant

with a bloody record. From the nicknames given to them by the common people, it was clear that they were thoroughly

evil, the main targets of Aunt Gao's chivalrous acts. They hated her to the bone, so

the methods were even more cruel.

Zhou Bopi grabbed Da Gu's intact right breast, squeezing it until it stood erect and protruded. Then, with two horizontal and vertical

cuts, he split the nipple into four pieces. Following the incisions, he made

four , then circled the breast again before tearing

the skin covering the breast in four directions, peeling it off in a brutal manner. The skin, covered with mammary glands, fat, blood, and bits of flesh, was scraped off.

Nan Batian then used a cotton cloth soaked in salt water to wipe the exposed,

multicolored, and mangled flesh. The entire process caused Da Gu unbearable pain, making her wish for death unbearable.

She had initially let out a few angry roars, which then turned into piercing screams. Unable to endure the pain any longer, she

helplessly uttered a few futile pleas: "Spare me!—I can't take it anymore!—Kill me

!" Finally, only mournful groans remained.

The crowd watching the execution was agitated by the scene, sometimes their expressions were agitated and their blood boiled, sometimes they were terrified and

their hair stood on end. The commotion lasted for quite some time before they calmed down

. Zhang Yanwang and Wang Laohu's actions, however, seemed more like a prank, bringing a touch of lightness and amusement to everyone. Zhang Yanwang

used a sharp knife to circle around the aunt's anus, digging out the wrinkled, purplish-red sphincter muscle,

pulling out more than half a foot of rectum, which dragged behind her like an animal's tail.

Without muscle control, the remaining feces in her abdomen dripped naturally from the rectum to the ground,

emitting a foul odor. Wang Laohu pulled four or five feet of intestine out of the anus, cut off a section, inserted

one end into the aunt's mouth, and then pulled it out with his hand from the other end, instantly covering the aunt's mouth and face with his own

feces . The crowd burst into laughter.

Next up were hooligans, thugs, witches, shamans, gamblers, and prostitutes— the kind

of people who couldn't be considered respectable: Feng the Big Stick, Qi the Little Dog, Chen the Second Rascal, Zheng the Third Pockmarked, He the Fairy, Liu the Matchmaker—and so on.

They were all bullies who relied on their masters' power, foxes who borrowed the tiger's might, charlatans who pretended to be gods and ghosts, and thieves who stole chickens and dogs. They shouldn't have been on par with the

local tyrants and , but Master Guo considered that: firstly, it wouldn't be lively without them; secondly, they were also a

force that could be used. If he befriended them, they might come in handy sometime. So he invited them to join in as well.

The next group consisted of servants, thugs, grooms, cooks,

and so on . These low-class people knew their place, so they stepped forward

one by one, cautiously, obediently, and submissively, each cutting a small piece of flesh from their shoulder, arm, buttocks, or thigh and

placing it on the altar.

Only He Xiangu, that slut, who was confident in her looks and had some connections with the masters and mistresses through fortune-telling and

palm reading, was bolder. She cut off a large piece of flesh covered in thick pubic hair, rubbed it against

her powdered face, and said, "So thick..."

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