Fairy of a Hundred Transformations

Author: Shi Yan
(I)
In the dead of night, the pale moonlight illuminated the quiet street. A group of dark figures stealthily approached an ordinary little courtyard in the darkness.
Suddenly, a delicate figure leaped out from the courtyard wall and crossed the street in a few steps.
"Shoot! Don't let her get away!"
Gunfire erupted, bullets whistling through the night sky, but it was too late. The figure had already leaped over the opposite wall and disappeared just before the gunfire. The police chief, Wan Decai, who was leading the team, angrily shouted, "A bunch of useless idiots! Go in and arrest everyone in that courtyard and interrogate them thoroughly!"
However, when the police rushed in after exchanging fire with the people in the courtyard for most of the night, at the cost of two dead and one wounded, they only found an elderly woman in her fifties who had committed suicide with a handgun.
"Hey! Damn it!" Wan Decai slapped his thigh: "Withdraw!"
And so, the next day's newspaper carried the usual headline: "Military and police raided a residence in Xicheng last night, destroying a Communist guerrilla liaison point and killing a Communist liaison officer." The article stated: "It is understood that the target of this operation was the wanted Communist female criminal Cao Guizhi, but it is said that the operation did not find any trace of her..."
And so, the people whispered again: "Did you hear? The police spent half the night yesterday, but still couldn't catch Cao Guizhi."
"Of course! This Cao Guizhi is extraordinary. She can walk on snow without leaving a trace, scale walls and roofs, and even knows the 72 transformations of Sun Wukong. Back when we were fighting the Japanese devils, she stood right in front of that old devil Matsumoto and completely fooled him, making him obediently tell her about the Japanese stronghold. To this day, no one can recognize her. That's why she's called the Hundred Transformations Fairy!"
"A miracle worker! A miracle worker!"
"..."
Where is Police Chief Wan Decai? At this moment, Yang Kejun, the Party Chairman, was berating someone at the Municipal Party Headquarters: "Tell me, what have I been keeping you around for? Huh? You can't even handle a little woman like her. What the hell are you good for besides eating and playing with women? Huh?"
"Director, this isn't my fault. This Cao Guizhi is elusive. The Japanese tried to catch her for three years but couldn't. Few of us have seen her face. How could we possibly catch her so easily? Besides, she really can scale walls. We all saw it with our own eyes. She can leap up walls seven or eight zhang high in one go. She's faster than a gun. What ordinary person has that ability?"
"Bullshit! Where the hell in this city are there walls seven or eight zhang high, except for prison? Are you saying she fucking ran off to prison? You haven't seen her, but don't you have people who have seen her? Why don't you take them to identify her?"
"We did take them, but before we even got close, she'd already jumped over the wall and run away. Besides, she's probably always wearing makeup, so we don't even know if it's her real face. Taking her along is useless."
"I don't care, just catch her within a month. This woman, there's no place in this city she can't go. Our military deployment is like a louse on a drum to her. If she's not caught, we won't have a moment's peace. I'm telling you, Wan Decai, I'm giving you a battalion to command. No matter what method you use, catch her for me. Whether you can keep this job or not is entirely up to you. Understand?"
"Yes, sir!" Wan Decai returned to the police station listlessly, gave his subordinates a thorough dressing-down, and then spread the word: whoever catches Cao Guizhi will be rewarded with a thousand yuan and promoted three ranks; whoever can find out definite information about Cao Guizhi will be rewarded with a hundred yuan and promoted one rank; whoever lets Cao Guizhi escape will be court-martialed.
As a result, chaos erupted throughout the city, with the military and police arresting people everywhere. Any woman between the ages of fifteen and thirty was subjected to torture and forced confessions because her back view was thought to resemble Cao Guizhi. Many women were forced to confess under duress, admitting that they were Cao Guizhi. So, the newspapers reported every day that Cao Guizhi had been caught or shot dead, making the common people laugh and say things like, "Hey! Did you hear? Cao Guizhi has been caught again."
"Yes, I heard. She was shot dead again? She's been killed more than ten times already. How many lives does Cao Guizhi have?"
"I heard that Cao Guizhi knows magic. When they dragged her to the execution ground and fired, the people who were shot fell over and looked down, and it turned out to be the police chief's mother."
"Really?"
"Who would lie to you? Didn't you hear about the funeral procession on Sunday?"
"I heard that was her maternal grandmother?"
"How old is her maternal grandmother? Is she some kind of spirit?"
"Who knows? Anyway, it definitely wasn't the Fairy of a Hundred Transformations who died."
Wan Decai was truly at his wit's end, and with pressure from above, he had no choice but to go to Wang Dexin, a retired former detective known as the Sharpshooter King. Wang
Dexin was a thief before becoming a policeman, but he retired from crime and became a detective, so he was very knowledgeable about the underworld. As soon as Wan Decai approached him, he immediately agreed to come out of retirement. Wang Dexin told Wan Decai that against someone like Cao Guizhi, she couldn't rely on sheer numbers; only a master like himself, familiar with the underworld, could do the trick. He patted his chest and said, "Leave the matter to me, don't worry. As long as Cao Guizhi is in the city, I will definitely find her, and I will personally bring her to you."
Wang Dexin was indeed capable. He wandered around the city for several days, and relying on the keen sense of a seasoned gangster, he quickly determined that if Cao Guizhi entered the city, there was a 70% chance that she was hiding in Xiguan Town. So, he sat drinking tea in the Cuihua Restaurant in Xiguan every day, waiting for Cao Guizhi to appear.
In order to avoid alerting Cao Guizhi, Wang Dexin and Wan Decai agreed that all the police would withdraw from Xiguan Street, leaving him to deal with Cao Guizhi alone.
Only two days had passed, and at noon on the third day, Wang Dexin spotted his target. He jumped out of the teahouse window, a brownie in his hand, and seven or eight steps away from him was a middle-aged woman dressed in very ordinary clothes.
"Who are you? What do you want?" The woman was quite beautiful, her face showing suspicion and fear.
"Cao Guizhi, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Upon hearing Cao Guizhi's name, the surrounding people immediately stopped and stared at the woman in surprise.
"Who did you say? Who is Cao Guizhi? What are you waiting for me for?" the woman asked.
"Cao Guizhi, you can fool others, but you can't fool this old hand. Stop pretending and come with me."
Wang Dexin had never seen Cao Guizhi before, but he was absolutely certain that this woman was Cao Guizhi; it was a feeling only someone from the underworld could have.
"Where to? Why should I go with you?"
"The police station. You'll tell me everything there."
"I haven't broken the law, why should I go to the police station? I'm not going, get out of my way. " "After saying that, the woman took a step to leave.
"Stop! If you move, I'll shoot." Wang Dexin looked at the woman opposite him as if facing a formidable enemy. The woman's hand was on her waist, and he could sense that there was definitely a gun inside her clothes. Moreover, her marksmanship was definitely no worse than his, so he had to remain vigilant. If she made any unusual movement, he would shoot.
"What are you doing pointing a gun at a woman like me in broad daylight? Let me go." "
The woman suddenly crouched down, and a gunshot rang out.
(II)
It was Wang Dexin who fell.
In fact, if the person standing opposite was just an ordinary policeman, it might have been Cao Guizhi who fell. It was precisely because Wang Dexin was a seasoned veteran that he was caught.
It turns out that when Cao Guizhi crouched down, most people would subconsciously move the muzzle of their gun downwards and fire along with her body. But Wang Dexin did the opposite. He raised the muzzle of his gun slightly before firing, and this shot just missed Cao Guizhi."
Some have asked, was Wang Dexin foolish? Of course not, he was far smarter than most, but his cleverness backfired.
He was a seasoned veteran, knowing Cao Guizhi would definitely try to escape. Her martial arts skills were formidable, and her movements were much faster than the average person. Following her aim would be impossible, but one thing was certain: she would try to escape by leaping onto the buildings on either side of the street. The movement before leaping was crouching; she crouched to prepare for the jump, so the gun had to be aimed upwards, ensuring she would run right into the muzzle of the gun when she jumped.
If it were truly as Wang Dexin thought, an ordinary person would never be able to hit Cao Guizhi. However, Cao Guizhi had already anticipated Wang Dexin's plan. While crouching, she casually drew her gun, and instead of jumping, she fired without hesitation.
The two guns fired almost simultaneously, but Wang Decai's shot missed mid-air, while Cao Guizhi's bullet pierced Wang Decai's forehead. Wang Decai stood there bewildered for a long time before collapsing backward.
And Cao Guizhi? By the time the police arrived after hearing the gunshots, Cao Guizhi had vanished without a trace.
"Have you heard? The Hundred-Faced Fairy killed that so-called 'Sharpshooter King'!"
"What kind of 'Sharpshooter King'? Daring to show himself in front of the Hundred-
Faced Fairy? Isn't that like showing off one's axe in front of Guan Yu?" The news spread like wildfire, and the people were naturally excited. They admired this legendary woman; they felt there was nothing she couldn't do, and that the damned Kuomintang was doomed.
Wan Decai felt no excitement whatsoever, as it meant he couldn't think of anyone who could handle Cao Guizhi. He went mad, dragging his men and the entire battalion of soldiers into the streets. He even demanded Yang Kejun send out all available manpower for a city-wide dragnet search. Any suspicious place or suspicious person, regardless of gender, was to be arrested first, since Cao Guizhi had previously deceived the search by disguising herself as a man.
Wan Decai interrogated each of the arrested individuals meticulously, even his own cousin. After half a month of interrogations, almost everyone was nearly dead from the torture, and dozens more confessed under duress, admitting to being Communist spies or liaisons. Wan Decai consulted Yang Kejun, and the order was given: "Kill them!" These people were then dragged to the execution ground. Upon hearing that they were about to be beheaded, most people began to cry out that they were innocent, but Wan De ignored them and ordered them to be dragged one by one to the edge of the pit and shot. When they had killed the seventeenth person, the short man in his fifties shouted, "Sir, sir, spare my life! I can find Cao Guizhi! I can find Cao Guizhi!"
"Have you seen Cao Guizhi?
" "No.
" "Then what the hell are you looking for! Kill him!"
"Sir, sir, spare my life! I really can find Cao Guizhi!"
"Tell me! How?"
"You must promise to spare my life first."
"Fine, I'll spare you, but only after I catch Cao Guizhi."
The man was taken back to the police station.
“Sir, sir, I’ve never met Cao Guizhi, but I’ve met her husband.”
“Her husband?”
“Yes. When I was in the countryside, her husband was from our village. It was an arranged marriage between their parents since they were children, but they never officially married.”
“How do you know?”
“I overheard it when I went back to the village. Everyone said that such a capable woman as Cao Guizhi couldn’t possibly be betrothed to such a good-for-nothing as Hu Daikui! I asked around: Isn’t Hu Daikui’s wife called Feng Erya? People told me that was her nickname; her real name was Feng Xiaohua, the guerrilla scout nicknamed ‘The Ever-Changing Fairy.’ She changed her surname and given name after joining the guerrillas to avoid implicating her family. That’s how I found out that Hu Daikui was Cao Guizhi’s husband.”
“Was her husband a Communist?”
“No, he’s a coward. He wouldn’t dare be a Communist.”
"Are they still in contact?"
"I don't know."
"Where is he?"
"Still living in the village. He's an only child. His parents were killed by the Japanese a few years ago. He's all alone now."
"Take us there. If it's true, we'll spare your life."
Wan Decai easily and quietly dragged Hu Daikui to the police station. Before the shackles were even on him, this cowardly man was so frightened that he soiled himself.
“Sir, sir, we haven’t seen her since she left. I have no idea where she is!”
“Don’t know? You have to find her for me. I’m giving you one month. If you don’t find Cao Guizhi, I’ll have you executed as a Communist.”
Hu Daikui really went to find Cao Guizhi, and he really found her. Cao Guizhi’s mother had been shot and killed outside the village. The Cao family only had two daughters, so only the daughters and sons-in-law could handle the funeral arrangements for the old lady. On the night before the funeral, Cao Guizhi quietly returned home.
Hu Daikui pretended to go to get the funeral supplies and secretly left the village to meet with the people Wan Decai had left to monitor him.
Guizhi, dressed in mourning clothes, knelt alone in the mourning hall to keep vigil for her mother. She couldn’t go to the funeral the next day, but she had to spend the last night with her mother who had given her life and raised her.
Hearing the commotion outside, she quickly hid behind the tent.
Hu Daikui entered, frantically calling in a low voice, "Er Ya'er, Er Ya'er."
"What is it?" Guizhi came out. Although she disliked this spineless man, he was still her fiancé in name only.
"It's terrible! There are a lot of people on the street ahead, they look like police. From what they're saying, it sounds like they're here to arrest you. You'd better run!" Guizhi came out of the house and leaped onto the roof. Sure enough,
she saw a dark mass of figures on the street in front of the door, as if someone was climbing over the wall. Guizhi wanted to shoot, but she was afraid of getting her family into trouble. Looking around, she saw people climbing onto the roofs of the neighbors' houses, but no one was on the back street. So she jumped to the backyard and leaped over the wall.
(III)
Cao Guizhi leaped over the back wall, intending to use her usual method to cross the back street and escape from the rooftops on the other side. However, before she could land, a large net descended from the sky, while another net sprang up from the ground. In mid-air, she couldn't change direction, and the two nets closed in, trapping her inside.
It turned out the enemy had set a trap long ago; the nets under the back wall were prepared beforehand.
"Is it her?" Wan Decai asked Hu Daikui, pointing to the woman bound together with the nets.
"Yes, it's her." "
Take her away."
"Hu Daikui, you beast!" Cao Guizhi then realized that her betrothed had betrayed her.
Wan Decai could hardly believe that the petite, even somewhat frail-looking girl before him was Cao Guizhi, the very woman who had almost cost him his job. She appeared to be only twenty-three or twenty-four, with an oval face and a high nose; her beauty was undeniable. She wore a white coarse mourning robe and black cloth shoes, her mourning cap had fallen off, and a long, glossy black braid tied behind her head, making her even more charming.
Wan Decai dared not underestimate this woman, so he hadn't dared to pull her out of the net the entire way.
Upon arriving at the prison, he first ordered someone to prepare a hardwood beam, sawing it into two three-foot-long pieces. Iron rings and hoops were threaded through both ends and the middle of each beam. Then, very carefully, he had her held down firmly. First, the iron hoops at both ends of one beam were used to secure her feet, then her hands were forcibly pulled and bound to the ends of the other beam, leaving her sprawled on all fours. Only then did he cut open both nets with a knife and release her.
"Are you Cao Guizhi?"
"..." The woman turned her head away, ignoring him.
"I'm asking you a question, are you Cao Guizhi?"
"How is it?!"
"Are you really Cao Guizhi? That Communist guerrilla scout Cao Guizhi?"
"So what if I am?!" The woman glanced at him, a mocking sneer in her eyes.
"Go, go and invite Master Hou here." Master Hou was Hou Dengkui, the local Green Gang leader. Upon hearing that Cao Guizhi had been captured, he immediately got into the car sent by Wan Decai and came over.
"How is it, Chief? I heard you captured that young woman?"
"We captured her, but we don't know if it's her. You met her once, so we wanted to ask you to recognize her."
It turned out that once when Cao Guizhi came to the city for reconnaissance, she used her identity as the daughter of the Nationalist Army's war zone commander to sneak into the Green Gang's docks alone, fooling Hou Dengkui completely, and finally obtained intelligence by using the Green Gang's relationship with the Kuomintang.
As Hou Dengkui walked towards the cell, the guards had already chained Cao Guizhi to the roof beam with an iron ring in the middle of the purlin, forcing her to stand in an "X" shape in the center of the room. Hou Dengkui walked over, lifted Cao Guizhi's chin with his hand, and examined her closely for a long time: "Ah, the commander's daughter, where do you think you'll run this time?"
Although she had put on makeup and powder last time, he could still vaguely recognize her from her facial features.
"Master Hou, is that her?" Wan Decai quickly asked.
“That’s right, it’s her. I’d recognize her even if she were burned to ashes. How dare she treat me like a fool? I’ll make her pay. So, Director Wan, hand her over to me, and I’ll skin her alive to make a pillow.”
“No rush, no rush. I need to report to Chairman Yang first.”
Wan Decai didn’t even have time to drink or eat. He got into his car and sped off to the municipal party headquarters. He handed the photos he’d taken of Cao Guizhi to Yang Kejun and burst into tears. Yang Kejun knew what capturing Cao Guizhi meant to him, so he patted Wan’s shoulder and tried to comfort him. It took him a while to calm him down.
“Director Wan, you did a great job this time. I’ll recommend you to your superiors for commendation!” Yang Kejun was also very excited, as if a huge weight had been lifted from his heart.
"Chairman, what should we do with her?"
"She's a rare talent, almost like a goddess in the eyes of the people. Don't you know they call her the 'Ever-Changing Fairy'? It's good if she can be used by us, otherwise we must kill her quickly. Keeping her around will only cause trouble." "
Then what do you say…?"
"First, offer her high-ranking positions and generous salaries, let her work for us. That would be best. She's very famous among the people. If she defectes to us, many people will come from the Communist Party. If she refuses, we'll have to kill her; we can't leave any future trouble."
"Then I'll get on with it."
Three days later, Wan Decai stood dejectedly in front of Yang Kejun. It was clear at a glance that the matter had failed. Not only had it failed, but she had also been subjected to ridicule and insults, receiving a torrent of abuse. Her fiancé had to go and persuade her, and she almost bit off his nose.
"If that doesn't work, we'll use a tougher approach and force her to cooperate with us."
"Great! I'm good at that!" Wan Decai's spirits immediately lifted.
"Wait, if it doesn't work, we'll just kill her in public to make an example of her. We can't let the people say we're uncivilized. So, we can't inflict injuries during the torture, and we can't let anyone see it."
"This..."
"Aren't you quite familiar with Hou Dengkui from the Green Gang? Those guys have all sorts of ways. Send that woman to him, and they can handle this kind of thing."
"Yes."
(IV)
Cao Guizhi was hung in a dungeon belonging to the Green Gang. Although the female guard had torn off her mourning clothes, leaving only her white cotton jacket and gray cotton trousers, her hands and feet were still firmly locked to the two beams.
Wan Decai stood before her, his face filled with a sorrowful expression, continuing his admonition: "Miss Cao, I've said everything I need to say. Life is nothing more than eating, drinking, having fun, and enjoying wealth and glory. With your skills, you should think more about your future. You know the consequences of your actions. What man in this world doesn't have a heart for women? Who would want to see a young woman tortured on the execution ground? I've already vouched for your life with my superiors, but you're still stubbornly unrepentant, which puts me in a difficult position."
"Stop with that nonsense. That's only good for fooling children."
“Miss Cao, I’m doing this for your own good. You’re in the Green Gang now, and they’re not as easy to talk to as I am, nor as soft-hearted. If you anger them, they’re capable of anything.”
“You think you can scare me? Humph! From the day I joined the revolution, I’ve been risking my life. At worst, I’ll die? Cut into a thousand pieces, skinned alive, or have my tendons pulled out? Try it!”
“Director Wan, stop wasting your breath on her. This kind of woman needs to be taught a lesson, or she won’t know she’s got three eyes!” Hou Dengkui, sitting to the side, shouted rudely.
"No, no, no, let Miss Cao think it over."
"There's nothing to think about, just use whatever tricks you have."
"See! See! What did I tell you? You can't do without ruthlessness!"
"Then I have no choice. Master Hou, you come on."
"Alright, watch me. Men, lay her down flat and wash her face first."
"Let's see what tricks you can come up with." Watching a group of Green Gang thugs pounce on her, Cao Guizhi smiled faintly.
"Laugh, you'll see how powerful you are in a moment." Hou Dengkui had a cruel smile on his face.
The thugs brought over a large, rough bench specifically used for beatings. They pushed her forward from behind, first tying the beams binding her feet to the bench legs, then continuing to push. Two other men lowered the ropes suspending the beams, causing her to slowly fall backward onto the bench. They knew how formidable this woman was, so they dared not be careless. The moment her back touched the bench, the beams binding her hands were immediately secured to the legs at the front of the bench. Thus, Guizhi was bound to the bench with her hands pulled taut from above her head, forcing her body to arch backward and her head to tilt sharply back from one end of the bench. She was a martial artist, very flexible; if it were anyone else, such a binding would likely have resulted in injury.
Hou Dengkui stood by the stool, his eyes scrutinizing Guizhi from head to toe. Her body was hunched over, causing two large, round bulges to appear on her chest, and her clothes were pulled up, revealing her waistband and a glimpse of her fair skin. Her legs were straddling the stool, her thighs spread apart, her lower abdomen protruding, and a small, round mound bulging from the crotch of her trousers. She sensed him looking at her, and that Wan Decai and the thugs around her were also watching. Her face flushed crimson, and she turned her beautiful eyes away, ignoring them.
Hou Dengkui took a large iron kettle used for boiling water in the teahouse from one of the thugs behind him and gently waved it in front of her face. She snorted, a disdainful sneer spreading across her face.
Hou Dengkui reached out with his left hand to touch her face. She tried to dodge, but couldn't, because one of the thugs immediately tied her long braid to the leg of a stool. Hou Dengkui gently touched her cheek, then raised the iron kettle in his right hand and poured water down her face. The icy water splashed onto the girl's face. Her head was tilted back, her nostrils pointing towards the sky, catching the pouring water. Having never swum before, she was immediately choked. Water rushed into her sinuses, and Cao Guizhi felt as if her head was about to explode. Her vision went black for a moment. She mechanically inhaled, drawing water into her trachea, which immediately triggered a violent cough. The more she coughed, the more water she choked into her trachea, creating a vicious cycle. From a young age, when she was training martial arts with her master, she was often beaten for slacking off. At first, she would flinch because of the pain, but later she got used to it and gritted her teeth to endure it without moving. But now she realized that pouring cold water into her nose was more painful and unbearable than being beaten with sticks. She twisted and turned, trying to move her nose away from the stream of water, but her hair was tied up and she couldn't move. She tried to breathe through her mouth, but as soon as she opened her mouth, water from another iron kettle held by one of the thugs was accurately poured into her mouth. It was an indescribable pain. She felt that every part of her body was resisting the pain, and the pain was continuous and showed no sign of stopping.
The two large iron kettles of water were quickly used up, but for Cao Guizhi, who was being tortured, the pain seemed to have lasted for a year, and the coughing continued as if it would never end.
"How is it? Are you feeling better?" Hou Dengkui asked.
"Cough cough! It's like drinking hot and sour soup." Cao Guizhi coughed and tried to laugh.
"Good, then drink some more." So another kettle of water was
poured in. After three or four kettles of water, Cao Guizhi began to feel dizzy from suffocation, and her lips began to turn purple. Hou Dengkui saw that if he continued, she might choke to death, so he stopped and checked on her. It
took Cao Guizhi a long time to recover, but as soon as she felt a little better, she started to laugh coldly again, just like at the beginning.
“I must say, this little wench has some backbone,” Hou Dengkui praised. “The more like it, the more I like it. But no matter how tough you are, I’ll make you submit. Come on, get her up here.”
So, the thugs came over, untied Guizhi’s braids and the beams binding her hands from the stool legs, made her sit on the stool, and then secured the beams with rope.
“Little wench, you’ve got guts. I’ll let you use some foreign gadgets.” Guizhi
sneered, glancing at him sideways, wondering what new gadgets he could come up with. Hou Dengkui then ordered someone to bring over a black pipe, about the thickness of a thumb and a foot long, very flexible. Guizhi didn’t recognize the thing; in fact, most people at that time had never seen a rubber water pipe before.
Hou Dengkui lightly tapped Guizhi's stomach with the tube. Guizhi felt that the thing was quite heavy and hard, and it hurt a little inside her stomach.
Two thugs brought bamboo sticks and forcibly pried open Guizhi's jaw. Hou Dengkui personally inserted the leather tube into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat, with a large iron funnel attached to the other end of the tube.
"How about that? This time I'll let you drink some water, so you don't get too thirsty."
Guizhi knew he wasn't being kind, so she cried out, twisting her head forcefully, while the thugs held her braid tightly from behind to prevent her from moving. A large iron kettle of water was enough for one person to drink for a day, but with the help of the tubing, not a single drop was wasted and it all went into Cao Guizhi's stomach. Her originally flat belly immediately swelled up like a balloon.
Guizhi was once again knocked down and tied up. Hou Dengkui lewdly grinned, his eyes fixed on the small, round mound protruding from the girl's lower abdomen: "Little wench, no one has ever been able to withstand my torture, you're quite something.
Since you're not afraid of torture, I won't waste any more effort. However, with this big pot of water in your belly, it won't be finished in a short time."
(V)
Guizhi then realized what he wanted to do. Her face flushed red, and she cursed angrily and shamefully: "Beast! Old bastard!"
"I'm a member of the Green Gang, and I'm used to being cursed since I was a child. You can curse me here all you want, I won't get angry.
Someone, go get a table and a set of dominoes. Director Wan and I will be the dealers, and we'll play a few rounds and watch how our heroine manages to pee out that pot of water."
"Yes!" Hearing about gambling, the thugs immediately went to prepare, and soon the table and dominoes were there.
Guizhi knew they wanted to embarrass her in front of them, and she cursed angrily, but she couldn't escape that lewd and obscene trap. Watching a group of bad guys gamble loudly and boisterously, she could only hope that the water in her stomach wouldn't go down. Although it would be uncomfortable to keep it in her stomach, it was better than
wetting her pants in public. But water is water, and it has to be absorbed eventually. No matter how unwilling she was, her swollen belly slowly subsided. Soon, Guizhi felt the efficiency of her kidneys; before the water in her stomach was fully absorbed, her bladder already felt full.
"How's it going, Miss Cao? Want to cooperate with the government?" Hou Dengkui glanced at the victim lying on the bench every now and then, asking casually.
Gui Zhi didn't answer; she needed to hold her breath to suppress the urge to urinate.
"Boss, that's enough." A thug walked over, carefully observing Gui Zhi's expression.
"Is that so?" Hou Dengkui threw down his deck of cards: "Stop for now. This round is a payout for both sides. Let's watch the show."
Having already prepared a light bulb, Hou Dengkui carried it to Gui Zhi, hanging it above the bench, precisely between the girl's thighs straddling the bench, less than a foot from her crotch.
“Hmm, this light is good, bright enough, it illuminates things more clearly, huh?” Hou Dengkui said, and the thugs echoed him, letting out a series of strange laughs.
“You, surnamed Hou, you’re not human, defiling a woman like me, what kind of skill do you have?” Guizhi retorted angrily.
“Skill? I have no skill. You have skill, you’re a heroine, but I, who have no skill, can only watch a heroine wet her pants.” Hou Dengkui said lewdly.
Guizhi shut her mouth and ignored him. She needed to hold her breath because she felt she was about to burst.
Normally, she could use her legs to clench them tightly to hold her urine, but now that her legs were forced apart, it was difficult to hold it in using only her sphincter muscles.
"Say something? Say something!" Hou Dengkui saw that she was almost at her limit, so he teased her, trying to get her to speak. Once she gave up, she would no longer be able to stop the liquid, which was now carrying immense pressure.
"It's fine if you don't want to talk. If you're willing to cooperate, just wink at me, and we'll go out. My goddaughter will come in to help you. Otherwise, you'll just have to... ah?"
Blinking is a normal physiological need, but hearing this, Guizhi forced her eyes wide open. A voice in her mind kept saying, "Blink first, get them out of here, and then talk after you've finished peeing." But that wasn't her personality; she was the kind of woman who would never bend.
"Hurry up, or you'll pee! By then, we'll have seen you even if you want to cooperate."
Guizhi gritted her teeth, her fists clenched tightly, her lips trembling slightly. She felt the throbbing pain spreading from her lower abdomen to the edges of her body, about to burst forth.
"Ugh—!" Guizhi let out a long groan through her nose, her last effort to preserve her dignity as a woman, but the liquid finally escaped her control. She felt the warm liquid sticking to her buttocks.
"Haha, it's coming out, it's coming out!" The thugs laughed wildly.
Guizhi knew it was too late. She relaxed her aching sphincter muscles, and two streams of tears flowed from her beautiful eyes.
The liquid completely soaked Guizhi's pants, flowing down her calves into her shoes and onto the ground.
"Fine! You win! I admire you!" Hou Dengkui gave her a thumbs up. Although she was his enemy, he had to admire this seemingly frail opponent. "However, it looks like you'll have to drink more water."
Guizhi smiled through her tears, thinking, "What's there to be afraid of? At most, I'll just pee a little more."
But this time, it wasn't just peeing. This time, she was forced to drink two jugs of water at once. She felt the water blocking her throat, making it difficult to breathe, and the water would spill out with the slightest effort.
She was knocked down again, and Hou Dengkui suddenly punched her in the swollen stomach.
"Ouch!" Cao Guizhi screamed in agony as she was suddenly attacked, a gush of water shooting from her mouth, followed by another round of violent coughing.
They began to press hard on her stomach, squeezing out all the water, then re-pouring it in.
She was tortured again and again, screaming in pain, and she also lost control of her bowels, filling the room with a stench.
But Hou Dengkui finally gave in; he couldn't think of any better way to make her submit.
“Director Wan, it seems we have no choice but to leave her with a disability.”
“No!” Wan Decai rejected Hou Dengkui’s suggestion: “Don’t you understand Chairman Yang’s meaning?”
“Then what should we do?”
“Is there a solution that you, Master Hou, can’t come up with?”
“Alright, let me think about it. Let’s go out first and have my goddaughters come and clean up the mess. It’s too smelly in here.”
The men came out of the dungeon, and four young and alluring female gang members followed Hou Dengkui’s instructions and went into the dungeon.
Back in the Hou residence’s living room, the old clock showed that it was already past five in the afternoon. They had even forgotten to eat lunch.
Hou Dengkui ordered a banquet to be served and invited Wan Decai to drink. The two of them drank while thinking about how to make this woman submit.
“Godfather.” A woman walked in with a coquettish voice.
"What's wrong?"
"We gave that woman a bath, but didn't you say she was skilled in martial arts and wouldn't let us untie her hands and feet? How were we supposed to change her clothes?"
"And how did you take her clothes off?"
"Her clothes were so dirty and smelly, what was the point of taking them off? We tore them to shreds, they're unwearable."
"Oh. Then just find a piece of white cloth and wrap her up, that'll do."
"Sigh." The woman swayed away.
"These women, all they have are pretty faces, their brains are dumber than pigs." Hou Dengkui said while urging Wan Decai to drink.
"Master Hou, with such a beautiful goddaughter, you're truly blessed." Wan Decai said with a hint of jealousy, downing a glass of wine.
"Not at all, Director Hou has four or five concubines by his side; he's truly blessed. The reason I keep these girls around is because I trained them from a young age. They're all quite skilled and loyal; when things get serious, they'd even risk their lives to shield me from bullets. They're just a bit slow-witted." "
Oh? They all know martial arts?"
"Just fancy footwork." "
How do they compare to Cao Guizhi?"
"They're only comparable in appearance; their skills are probably far inferior. If that little wench weren't my enemy, I'd really like to take her as a goddaughter." Saying this, Hou Dengkui suddenly seemed to remember something, stood up, and left.
(VI)
"Hey, Master Hou, where are you going?"
"I'm going to make some arrangements first. Let's eat, and don't let that little wench go hungry. I'm going to the bridal chamber with her tonight."
"What?" Before Wan Decai could finish his question, Hou Dengkui had already disappeared.
"That old rogue, he never forgets to play with women. The bridal chamber? She'll go to the bridal chamber with you? I really don't know what he's thinking." Wan Decai cursed inwardly.
Not long after, Hou Dengkui returned and sat down to continue eating.
"Master Hou, what did you just say? Going to the bridal chamber with that Cao Guizhi?"
"Yeah, having a goddaughter like that shouldn't be bad, right?"
"Are you out of your mind? She'll go to the bridal chamber with you?"
"Of course not willingly. I'll force myself on her. This woman has backbone, she's tough, but she's still a woman. Once a woman with backbone is deflowered, she'll never be with another man. If she doesn't cooperate with us, what other way out does she have?"
"What if she refuses to go with you even if she dies?"
"If that's the case, other methods won't work."
"But isn't that a bit too much, too much?"
“Director Wan, I think you’re a bit too bookish. Who is she? A wanted Communist criminal! If this succeeds, the government will gain a valuable asset and lose a rival. If it fails, what does it matter if we take down a female Communist? She’ll be executed sooner or later anyway, right? Who will know if we don’t tell?”
Wan Decai couldn’t think of any better solutions, so he just kept trying, figuring this was the only option left.
Night fell, and Cao Guizhi was left alone in the dungeon.
Several alluring women had already fed her; the lavish meal was quite good, and Cao Guizhi accepted it all, wanting to gather her strength for the new challenge.
After the meal, they laid her back down on the bench. Of course, everything had been cleaned up; there was no more excrement, and sandalwood incense had been lit in the room.
Cao Guizhi closed her eyes, trying to rest and imagine what new punishments her enemies would inflict on her tomorrow, and how she would retaliate.
Someone entered quietly, but Cao Guizhi, who had practiced martial arts since childhood, easily spotted him. She turned and saw Hou Dengkui. He wore a long robe of brocade, leaned on a cane, and reeked of alcohol.
She turned away, resolving to remain silent no matter what he said, and see what he would do!
“I say, Miss Cao, you are a remarkable woman, a heroine among women, whom I greatly admire. However, I cannot bear to see such a beautiful woman as you perish on the execution ground in the blink of an eye. That would be a terrible waste, don’t you think?”
“…”
“I admire heroes, and I admire heroines like you even more. I have been wandering the martial world for many years, and I am still penniless. If you are willing to join me in this endeavor, I am willing to make you my wife and share wealth and honor with you. That would be far better than you running around every day with those poor wretches who can’t even afford to eat or drink. Don’t you agree?”
“Pah! Take a good look at yourself in the mirror!” Cao Guizhi finally couldn’t hold back and cursed again.
“Miss Cao, please don’t be like this. Although I’m twenty years older than you, I’ve been in the martial arts world for many years, and my skills aren’t necessarily inferior to yours. What could a woman who practices martial arts possibly have to talk about with someone else? Isn’t that right? Listen to me, I’ll definitely give you a proper marriage. I’ve already spoken to Wan Decai; I don’t want you to reveal your allegiance to any faction, nor do I want you to turn against them. All I want is for you to publish a statement in the newspaper that you will no longer be involved in politics and will sever all ties with the Communist Party. I won’t pursue any past matters. What kind of conditions do you want?”
“Don’t give me that. You’ve mistaken me for someone else.”
“Miss Cao, don’t be so stubborn.”
"Enough with the nonsense. If you want to use torture, use whatever methods you have. If you want to kill, cut me into a thousand pieces, that's all you can do. Nothing else, forget it!"
"Sigh, I know you've been poisoned too deeply by the Communist Party, and you can't turn back to reality so easily. I can't blame you. But the municipal party committee can't wait. If you don't agree, they'll kill you."
"So what if I die? Who are you trying to scare?"
"But I can't just watch you die!"
"Then what do you want?"
"To save your life, I might have to force myself on you."
"You dare!" Cao Guizhi's heart pounded wildly. She wasn't afraid of torture, she wasn't afraid of death, but she didn't know if she was afraid of losing her virginity. She was a martial arts woman, capable of protecting herself, but now, bound in a cage, she couldn't use her skills. Even a scholar with no strength could easily take away her most precious possession. Now, this test was before her, and she twisted her body in fear, avoiding the man before her like the plague.
"Miss Cao, don't blame me. After I save your life, you'll slowly be grateful to me," Hou Dengkui said, his face bearing the expression of a virtuous man, but his eyes were fixed on the girl's body.
(VII)
Because they dared not untie her, the female gang members simply wrapped her body in a white cloth, revealing her arms and fair shoulders above, and her two bare legs and a pair of bent bare feet below. Hou Dengkui's heart pounded wildly, and his hands involuntarily reached for the girl's fragrant shoulders.
"You scoundrel! You bastard! You villain! Get away! Don't touch me!" she screamed, her body twisting and writhing like a taffy, refusing to give in.
But she couldn't stop a lecherous man pretending to be benevolent. He unwrapped the white cloth covering her breasts and grasped her soft, jade-like breasts.
"Bastard! Get away!" she cursed desperately, her firm breasts twisting and deforming under the ravaging of his evil hands, her two pink nipples trembling as the man's fingers flicked them.
As his breathing grew heavier, the man became increasingly lewd. One hand continued its ravages on her breasts, while the other grasped her toes, slowly caressing her shapely legs upwards, upwards, upwards, and upwards, until it reached under the white cloth.
The white cloth was completely pulled back, revealing the girl's pristine body. She cursed, tears welling in her eyes again, streaming down her face to the ground.
The man's hand stroked the dark pubic hair on the woman's high, round mounds, tentatively reaching between her parted legs.
The girl cried, cried like an ordinary girl. Faced with a woman's greatest humiliation, who could not forgive the fragility of her emotions? Even if she was a steadfast and courageous woman.
The man finally undressed and climbed naked onto Guizhi's body.
She felt the slightly overweight man's body press down on her like a mountain. She had been with countless large, fat men, but never before had she felt the sheer size and weight of a man's body as she did today. She felt suffocated by the pressure. For the first time in her life, she felt so helpless, so desperate. A hard object constantly assaulted her genitals, the most sacred place a woman could ever leave, a place she had never allowed any man to defile. But now, the man's thing was truly throbbing there, ready to plunge her into an abyss.
Tears streamed down the woman's face. She no longer cursed, only sobbed softly and her lips trembled slightly.
The woman's slender, jade-like hands, bound by iron hoops, clenched and writhed as if grasping at a straw. She grabbed the iron chain connecting the hoops, slowly tightening her grip, then tightening again, then tightening once more…
The man panted heavily, and the woman's pale, naked body was pounded against him with each breath, her delicate skin trembling like jelly.
When Hou Dengkui got off Guizhi, he simply wrapped the white cloth around her again and said, "You can no longer marry another man. The choice is yours." Then he turned and left.
Cao Guizhi didn't move, nor did she answer. When she was alone in the room, she burst into tears.
Upon waking, Wan Decai and Hou Dengkui went to the dungeon to check the news. They found Cao Guizhi's eyes were red and swollen, with traces of tears still visible. But she was already asleep, which meant she had thought everything through.
Wan Decai nervously returned to the dungeon. Cao Guizhi was eating breakfast, being fed by the female gang members, even though it was already noon. Her face was clean, the tear stains were completely gone, and the swelling in her eyes had mostly subsided. Hou Dengkui was standing beside her, rubbing his hands.
"How is it?" Wan Decai asked.
"..." Hou Dengkui shrugged and shook his head helplessly. Wan Decai knew that Cao Guizhi's choice was completely opposite to their hopes.
After watching Cao Guizhi finish her meal and clear the table, Wan Decai said, "Since Miss Cao is determined to follow the Communists, I have no other choice but to deal with her according to the law."
"Hmph, come on!"
Wan Decai knew that if even losing his virginity couldn't change her, what else could? He shook his head:
"I'll go report to Chairman Yang."
Hou Dengkui accompanied Wan Decai out and saw the five or six thugs who had participated in the torture of Cao Guizhi standing in the courtyard. He waved his hand and said, "You all go in, that little wench is yours."
The men were extremely excited upon hearing this and rushed in, but Wan Decai stopped them: "Remember, only a few of you are allowed to go, and each person is only allowed once. Be gentle when you're playing with her, don't break her skin."
...
"How about it? Still not enough?" Seeing Wan Decai's expression, Yang Kejun guessed eight or nine parts of the truth.
“This little wench is as stubborn as a mule, nothing we try will work.”
“Did Hou Dengkui sleep with her?” Yang Kejun seemed to have known the outcome all along.
"Yes, how did you know?"
"Bandits are just bandits, they'll never amount to anything. A young and beautiful woman like her, which one would emerge unscathed from their clutches? Alright, even this has swayed her heart, don't think of anything else.
Logically, someone like Cao Guizhi in our hands should be like an ant on a hot plate for the guerrillas, but according to our intelligence, the guerrillas seem to have vanished these past few days, without a sound. The more this is the case, the more uneasy I feel. So I think, if we're going to do it, we have to do it quickly, shoot her tomorrow, lest things get complicated."
"Yes! Please write me a warrant, I'll go do it right away."
"Wait here." Yang Kejun took out paper and pen, quickly wrote the execution order, and then handed it to Wan Decai:
“This Cao Guizhi is no ordinary woman. In the eyes of the common people, she's like a goddess. This time, we must make her look bad. On the one hand, it will boost our morale, and on the other hand, it will show those communist scoundrels that their idols are nothing, shattering their illusions. Hmm?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll handle it. How about we strip her naked and kill her?” Recalling the tears in Cao Guizhi’s eyes when she was humiliated, Wan Decai immediately had an idea.
“No! We’re the government. Our American friends already say we’re uncivilized. If we do this, what will they think of us?”
“It’s okay, we won’t get involved. Let the Green Gang do it.”
“Let me think. Hmm, that’s not a bad idea. But before you kill her, she’ll still be one of ours. After you kill her, you can withdraw everyone and pretend you know nothing.”
"Yes, I will make sure everyone in the city knows what kind of person this so-called fairy is."
"Also, gag her. I know these communist bandits will incite others whenever they get the chance."
"Don't worry."
(VIII)
Wan Decai returned to the Green Gang dock with four of his close henchmen. Hou Dengkui was perfectly in sync with Wan Decai's thoughts.
When the group arrived at the dungeon, Cao Guizhi had already been taken off the bench and was hanging in the middle of the room. The white cloth that had covered her body had been thrown aside, leaving her naked and fair-skinned. The thugs had clearly finished venting their lust on her, but they couldn't bear to leave this naked beauty behind. They kept her in the room, fondling her naked body. One of them even squatted behind her, his hands around her thighs from below, pressing his face against her round buttocks, licking between her legs with his tongue. Cao Guizhi
didn't shed a tear; she just stared at the ceiling with shame, anger, and disgust, as if trying to see through it.
Seeing Hou Dengkui and his companion enter, the thugs hurriedly put down the woman they were holding and came over to bow.
Hou Dengkui dismissed them and then said to Wan Decai, "How about it, Director Wan? Why don't you take advantage of this opportunity to have some fun? Otherwise, you'll miss your chance."
Although Wan Decai wanted to appear like a gentleman, he couldn't resist the desire in his heart. However, he was the kind of person who wanted to be both a prostitute and a virtuous woman; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to enter politics and become the police chief. So, he walked over, pretending to be indifferent, but his hands couldn't help but grope the girl's chest and crotch. Cao Guizhi didn't look at him, only spitting out a "pui" sound.
Wan Decai turned to look at his men and told them to also enjoy the female prisoner's body. Unlike the chief, those men swarmed around her, not even bothering to take Cao Guizhi down, but just standing there and starting to ravage her.
When the female gang members were called in, they brought several pieces of clothing, which Hou Dengkui had ordered them to prepare.
“Cao Guizhi, you’ll be overjoyed tomorrow. The government has already done everything it could for you, so you have nothing to complain about. However, if you turn back now, we’ll still give you a chance.”
“Pah!” Cao Guizhi turned her head away.
“Then there’s no way around it. Come back to prison with me.”
“Little wench, I’ll have my goddaughters dress you. You better behave yourself. If you try anything funny, don’t blame me for not giving you a chance if you end up naked on the execution ground tomorrow.” Hou Dengkui said, because dressing Guizhi would require removing her shackles, so he was afraid she might resist.
Cao Guizhi didn’t resist, but even so, they still didn’t dare to be careless. They laid her back down on the bench, first securing her hands, then washing the stains from her genitals, putting on trousers and shoes, and then securing her feet before dressing her.
Cao Guizhi's own clothes were already torn to shreds; they dressed her in a simple, local rural outfit: a sleeveless, white undershirt (her usual undergarment), grey cotton trousers, and black cloth shoes. They didn't give her an outer garment or socks.
Cao Guizhi was handcuffed back to the two beams, and Wan De quietly drove her back to the prison.
Wan Decai asked Hou Dengkui for several of his goddaughters to take care of Cao Guizhi in the prison. He knew that while the female prison guards might be somewhat effective when Cao Guizhi was tied to the beams, they wouldn't be as strong as the female gang members who had practiced martial arts since childhood.
Yang Kejun's concerns were not unfounded. The guerrillas had never given up on rescuing Cao Guizhi. After making inquiries, they learned that Guizhi was imprisoned by the Green Gang. That very night, they sent four or five men into the dungeon, led by an informant who had infiltrated the Green Gang. However, they were too late; Cao Guizhi had already been taken back to prison by Wan Decai.
That evening, the female gang members fed Cao Guizhi. Knowing what day it was the next day, Cao Guizhi ate her fill and was then chained to a wooden bed. She remained calm and slept soundly until dawn the next day, when she was awakened by a group of policemen.
They watched as several female gang members dragged Cao Guizhi up, made her sit on the bed with her legs still chained, and fed her corn porridge.
After she finished, they tied her back up, and they all just watched, neither moving nor standing still. Cao Guizhi recognized these men as the ones Wan Decai had brought to the Green Gang the day before, and knew they were there to take her to be executed, but she didn't know what they were waiting for.
The sun was already high in the sky, and Cao Guizhi was getting impatient: "Hey, if you're going to kill, then kill! What are you waiting for?" "What's the rush? Are you
in a hurry to reincarnate ?" "Get out of here." "What do I need to do?" "I need to relieve myself." "Public or private?" one of the female gang members asked. "Public. " "Really?" "Of course!" " Then hold it in! Wait until you're dead before you poop!" the female gang member said with a wicked look. "Alright, tie her up." At the order of the police chief, a group of people rushed forward. (IX) Cao Guizhi was tied to the bed and couldn't move, yet they still rushed at her, which showed the power this woman held in their eyes. Guizhi's feet were untied from the beam, then her ankles were bound together with hemp rope, and her knees were also bound, rendering her legs immobile. Only then were the chains removed, and she was turned over, lying face down on the bed. The four men pressed her firmly down. The women untied her hands, quickly twisting them behind her back; two held them, and two bound them with rope. Actually, Cao Guizhi didn't try to struggle, but to these policemen and Green Gang members, it was still like facing a formidable enemy. With her hands and feet firmly bound, the girl knew her life was about to end. She didn't regret what she had done; she wanted to face death calmly. "Does she really have excrement?" one of the policemen said. “It should be about right,” one of the female gang members replied. “It’s been around this time these past two days at our dock.” “Let’s check, so we don’t run out when it’s time for the public display.” Cao Guizhi then realized what the enemy was waiting for; they wanted her to lose control of her bladder in public. Enraged, she began to curse, and one of the female gang members immediately stuffed a white cloth into her mouth. Cao Guizhi was dragged off the bed, forced to kneel on the floor, and then her upper body was forced face down on the bed, her pants ripped off. “I’ll do it,” the police chief said. Guizhi couldn’t speak or struggle; she could only endure the enemy’s abuse. She felt her buttocks being spread open; although she tried to contract her sphincter muscles, her anus was still forcibly pried open. "See it?" "It's peeing, pretty dry." "Does she need to pee?" "I don't know. Let's get her dressed first." "Wait, pour some sesame oil down her anus, see if she can hold it in!" Guizhi, now dressed, was laid back down on the bed. The policeman placed his hand on her lower abdomen and pressed hard. She felt a rush of heat downwards, and a sudden, urgent pressure in her rectum, which had been filled with sesame oil. She squeezed her legs tightly together, using all her strength to hold on. "That's enough, give her some water before you leave." ...

Baishi Street was the busiest place in town, filled with all sorts of small shops and stalls. Country folk selling their local specialties all came to this street. At the same time, it was also one of the most powerful strongholds of the Green Gang, where they collected protection money all day long. So, the presence of a few Green Gang thugs on the street didn't attract much attention.
Several policemen, carrying paper, small brooms, and buckets of paste, arrived at the T-junction in the middle of the street and began posting notices on the corner walls on both sides. These days, notices were everywhere, mostly about increased levies and taxes. People were already fed up with it. "Whether you increase levies or not, I'm already starving. What can you do about it if I have no money?" So at first, no one cared, except for a few idle gangsters. But when they heard one of the gangsters read out the words "Ever-Changing Fairy," they all swarmed around, whispering amongst themselves.
"Hey, what does it say?"
"What does it say? That Communist criminal nicknamed 'Ever-Changing Fairy,' Cao Guizhi, is going to be executed today!" one of the gangsters shouted deliberately.
"The Fairy of a Hundred Transformations? Really?"
"Nonsense." An old man muttered, "It's been in the newspapers at least ten times already. Killing one after another, how many lives does this Fairy of a Hundred Transformations have? Maybe she's just some girl who got captured and tortured into confessing."
"I was right, it really gave me a fright."
People discussed among themselves under the notice, but the final conclusion was: yet another fake fairy.
"This time it's for real." A policeman who was posting the notice shouted after hearing people's private discussions, "Listen up, everyone! Seeing is believing. The higher-ups have ordered that we bring that female communist here today and execute her. Let you all see if this female communist, whom some people have been praising as a god, really has three heads and six arms."
People's hearts sank again, because in the past, the news of the Hundred-Faced Fairy's death had only come from the newspapers and had never been officially confirmed. Could this time it really be true? Otherwise, how could they dare to drag someone out into the street and execute her in public?
People gathered around the notice with trepidation, and soon, people from the vicinity also gathered after hearing the news.
Two trucks carrying fully armed military and police officers sandwiched a black prison van between them, weaving through the crowded streets to the intersection.
The trucks stopped on opposite sides, and the officers jumped out, shoving menacingly through the crowd, creating a large clearing along the wall at the T-junction, using the two trucks as a boundary.
People's eyes were fixed on the back door of the prison van, hoping that when it opened, there would be nothing inside.
A junior police officer stood on one of the trucks, holding a notice and reading it over and over through a loudspeaker; each reading was like driving a nail into the hearts of the people.
Three or four people with cameras suddenly appeared out of nowhere and started taking pictures of the scene from different directions. The crowd felt more and more that what they were worried about might really happen.
But the police had read the notice four or five times, but the prison van door still hadn't opened. The crowd was getting impatient, and the police were starting to panic. They didn't know what was happening inside. Could it be that the woman really had magic and had flown out of the metal-clad prison van?
(X)
The people didn't know that a fierce battle was taking place inside the van. The policemen escorting Cao Guizhi were Wan Decai's confidants. They planned to torture Cao Guizhi when she could no longer hold her urine. But Cao Guizhi held on with her willpower and refused to let the enemy succeed. Seeing that the police chief outside the van had read the notice for the fourth time, turning back to stare at the prison van in confusion, the four policemen, realizing that further dragging would be futile, dragged Cao Guizhi down onto the van floor. All four of them pressed hard on her abdomen.
Cao Guizhi finally could not resist the four vicious thugs, and a surge of heat broke through the barrier.
The people finally saw their heroine; she was so young, so beautiful, her head held high, a fearless smile on her face. They didn't want to believe she was truly the ever-changing fairy, but the expression on her face, unique to female heroes, forced them to accept this cruel reality.
Cao Guizhi's hands and feet were bound, making it impossible for her to walk on her own. Two policemen dragged her along the ground. Her mouth was gagged, preventing her from speaking; she could only express her beliefs through her gaze.
Sometime later, the group of thugs from the Green Gang had quietly appeared at the front of the crowd, hurling the most vulgar insults at Cao Guizhi.
"Hey! Look! That little wench wet her pants!"
"Scared, aren't you?"
"What a fucking heroine, what a fucking heroine, she's just a good-for-nothing. She wet her pants at the mention of death."
"..."
People didn't believe "The Ever-Changing Fairy" was a coward, but they did see that the girl's pants were soaked from the crotch to the hem, with liquid dripping onto the stone pavement. They knew there must be a reason, because the determination they saw in the girl's eyes was not feigned.
Cao Guizhi had already learned from the enemy's words what she was about to face. She wanted to tell people that it was the result of the enemy's most shameless and despicable methods, but she couldn't speak. The thought of being humiliated in front of those who had once adored her, the thought of their disappointed expressions, made her want to cry even more than when she was being raped, but this time she held back. She couldn't let the enemy succeed so easily.
The police turned her around, and she knew the time had come. Before completely turning to the wall, she gave the crowd the most radiant smile of her life.
The girl was dragged to the wall and forced to kneel on the ground. She tried to stand up, but her knees were bound, and she couldn't do anything except straighten her upper body.
The police forced her down again, making her kneel on their feet. She felt a hand pressing down on her head; she knew her time had come and obediently lowered her head.
Wan Decai's confidant, fearing something might go wrong, fired a handgun at the back of her head as soon as Cao Guizhi was in position. With the sound of the gunshot, Cao Guizhi lurched forward, her head hitting the ground in front of her knees, her buttocks rising as if to roll forward, but not quite turning over.
Everything fell silent. The crowd stood there in stunned silence, watching their idol, so motionless against the wall in such a bizarre posture.
At a command, the soldiers and police jumped into their cars and sped away, while the people remained standing motionless, as if stunned.
Suddenly, as if they understood something, the crowd began to surge forward.
"Listen up, listen up!" a group of Green Gang thugs shouted, trying to push the advancing crowd back, but to no avail.
"Bang! Bang!" Several gunshots rang out, and the crowd immediately stopped, staring in astonishment in the direction of the gunfire.
"Everyone, listen." Only then did people see clearly that the shooter was a young gang leader from the Youth Gang: "This female Communist Party member has a problem with our Youth Gang. If you want to see the dead body of this little bitch, please move away from me. Anyone who wants to collect her body has trouble with our Qinggang. "
Everyone knows that the Qinggang has always been willful and reckless. Killing someone is like killing a bedbug. People are afraid of their power and dare not speak out.
The small church leader shocked the crowd, walked through the crowd to the wall, and looked at the dead Cao Guizhi.
"This little bitch has a nice butt." He gently kicked Cao Guizhi's raised buttocks with his feet wearing mille-layer cloth shoes, and then pushed hard. The girl arched her buttocks even higher, then tilted to the side, curling up and falling to the ground.
Half of her face was pressed against the ground, and a small bullet hole on her forehead was oozing blood and brain matter.
Her eyes were wide open, fixed on the stone-paved road before her.
The young gang leader grabbed the girl's bound feet and dragged her forcefully to the middle of the road. Then he pressed her tightly bound legs against her chest while untying the ropes around her knees. The people didn't know what he was going to do, but before they could react, a thug rushed over and ripped open the girl's belt, pulling her trousers down to her knees.
The people understood; their anger was palpable. But the Green Gang thugs were already standing around Cao Guizhi's body, axes and pistols in hand. The unarmed people could only watch helplessly as their heroine was exposed to her most sacred place.
"See that? She's pissed off! What kind of fairy is she?" the young gang leader exclaimed, as if he'd found a treasure.
Sure enough, the girl's legs were sticking up in the air, her white buttocks completely exposed without the cover of her pants. Between those two round buttocks, there was a dark, hard thing. The young gang leader grabbed the girl's leg with one hand and spread Guizhi's buttocks apart with the other. The dark thing was indeed a piece of feces. Because it was very dry, only half of it came out; the other half was still inside her body, the muscles of her anus turned outwards by the feces. The thugs let out a series of lewd cheers.
...
(XI)
An hour later, Wan Decai quietly slipped into the Chairman's office and placed a large stack of newspapers in front of Yang Kejun.
"Chairman Yang, look, these are today's special editions of major newspapers. I told them to lay out the pages yesterday and wait. As soon as the photos arrive, we'll start printing. This is the proof for review. Take a look."
Yang Kejun picked up a page at random. The headline on the front page, in extra-large characters, read: "The Former Transformed Fairy, Today Red-Faced Excrement—Communist Female Criminal Cao Guizhi Executed Today," followed by a short news article: Special report from the Police Station News Department: The Communist female criminal Cao Guizhi, rumored to be a fairy of a hundred transformations, was executed by firing squad today at the north entrance of Baishi Street.
Cao Guizhi, female, formerly known as Feng Xiaohua, 24 years old, from Fengjiabao, Caozhuang Town, this city. Five years ago, this criminal joined the Communist guerrilla force, repeatedly spying on military intelligence in various urban and rural areas, and killing a total of seventeen soldiers, police officers, and detectives. After several attempts to apprehend him, police finally captured him at his home on the 17th of this month. After his arrest, he confessed to his crimes without reservation.
To uphold the law, the Municipal High Court sentenced him to death according to law, and he was executed by firing squad today at the north entrance of Baishi Street as a warning to others.
Following this is a so-called "execution scene eyewitness account" from this newspaper's reporter: "Upon receiving notification from the police, this newspaper's reporter went to the execution site today to witness the entire execution process. ... Before the execution, the criminal smiled, feigning composure; however, upon closer inspection, his lower garment was completely soaked, indicating incontinence due to fear." After the execution, some curious onlookers removed her clothes to observe her, and she was found to have defecated, the stench unbearable, her ugliness fully exposed. This showed that the so-called "Fairy of a Hundred Transformations" was nothing more than a coward who clung to life and feared death... Below the first page was a close-up photo of Cao Guizhi's face that almost filled the entire page. It was taken when she was first arrested to establish a file. The second page was a full-body photo of Guizhi being held up by two policemen and standing in front of a crowd. The third page was a close-up of her face, and the fourth page was a photo of Cao Guizhi's body kneeling on the ground after the execution.
Yang Kejun flipped through two more newspapers; the content was largely the same. Some newspapers even added arrows to the photos pointing to Cao Guizhi's crotch to indicate the area wet with urine. In reality, gray pants would immediately darken when wet, making it quite obvious in the photos.
"Chairman Yang, take a look at this one," Wan Decai said, pulling a magazine from under the stack of newspapers and placing it on top.
Yang Kejun glanced at the cover and saw the title: "Begonia Special Issue." He knew this was the most notorious pornographic magazine in the area. He casually flipped through it, knowing that this special issue was also published to report on Cao Guizhi's execution. The first few pages were not much different from the other newspapers, but as he continued flipping, he saw a photo of thugs pulling down a woman's pants; the girl's buttocks were completely exposed.
Yang Kejun casually closed the magazine, his heart pounding: "Oh, what's going on?"
"Well, this 'Begonia' is a vulgar tabloid, so no one will suspect the government if they publish these photos. Hou Dengkui and I thought, wouldn't it be more convincing for the people to see photos of Cao Guizhi with excrement in her buttocks than for us to post notices everywhere? So I called the editor-in-chief of 'Begonia' and told him to print this special issue in large quantities and distribute it for free. He doesn't need to worry about the money. What do you think?"
“Ah, not bad, you did a good job. It wouldn't be right for your police station to pay for this, you're not exactly wealthy. Write down the amount later, I'll approve it, and you can collect the money from the city finance director.” Yang Kejun knew Wan Decai was using this opportunity to make a quick buck.
“Yes, thank you. After this is all done, I'll personally thank you on behalf of *Begonia*.” Wan Decai wouldn't want to lose face in this situation.
“Then go ahead.”
“Yes, then I'll take my leave.”
As soon as Wan Decai left, Yang Kejun rushed over, locked the door, and pounced on the special edition of *Begonia*.
The photographs in "Begonia" were arranged chronologically to document the entire process of Cao Guizhi's murder. They included not only photos of her being stripped naked after death, but also numerous full-body shots of her naked body from different angles, as well as close-ups of her genitals. Some photos even showed a man's hand spreading her buttocks and labia, and each close-up highlighted the half-eaten feces stuck in her anus with an arrow.
Looking at the unusually clear close-up of the female genitalia, Yang Kejun suddenly sat down on the sofa, one hand tightly gripping his crotch…
The crowd on Baishi Street continued to throng; people who had heard the news rushed from all directions to see the heroine they had never met. The thugs of the Green Gang tirelessly distributed the "Begonia" special edition to the crowd.
Cao Guizhi lay on the bluestone slab, the blood that had flowed onto the ground dried and turned black.
Her small, white breasts had been ripped open at the chest by the Green Gang members, two small silk flowers the size of copper coins pierced through the center of her nipples with thin copper wires, pressing against her firm breasts. Her lower body had been stripped bare, the ropes around her knees and feet untied, leaving marks of the ropes on her thin ankles. The thugs had spread her legs wide, placing two stacks of adobe bricks under her knees to create a "V" shape with her thighs, exposing as much of her buttocks as possible.
Beside her sat a grand armchair, where thugs from the Green Gang took turns sitting and watching over her, preventing anyone from collecting her body. They also constantly used vulgar language to remind people to look at the dried feces stuck in the corpse's anus.
Initially, the thugs had used thin vines to tease the girl's vulva, but when they got bored, they inserted the vines directly into Guizhi's vulva and placed an old copper coin horizontally in her anus to completely expose her vulva and urethra.
They sought every possible way to defile her body because of her former fame, because this was the last thing her admirers wanted to see.
Cao Guizhi lay there quietly, her eyes fixed on the sky, allowing her naked body to be displayed before everyone, as if it all had nothing to do with her.
Three days later, the Green Gang loaded Cao Guizhi's body onto a cart and paraded it all the way to Black Dragon Pool in the Western Hills, where they threw it into the bottomless pool. This deep pool was formed by a waterfall; no one knew how deep it was, only that those who fell in would never float back up.
In the days that followed, the city's Party headquarters and police station were busy celebrating their victory, while the guerrillas executed Hu Daikui, who had betrayed Cao Guizhi.
Even without Cao Guizhi, the guerrillas continued to wreak havoc on the army and police both inside and outside the city.
Among the common people who already didn't believe the Fairy of a Hundred Transformations could die, new rumors about her quickly spread. These rumors had many versions, but the central idea was that the Fairy of a Hundred Transformations was not dead. The most imaginative version said that the woman publicly shot that day wasn't the Fairy of a Hundred Transformations, but her junior sister, who had changed her form and was now called the Real Person of a Hundred Transformations. The most detailed and fantastical version said that a beggar was spending the night at Black Dragon Pool when suddenly the pool shone brightly. The woman who had been shot emerged unharmed from the water and even gave the beggar a silver dollar. The beggar was terrified, thinking he had encountered a ghost, but when the woman touched his head, her hand was warm. And when he looked back, the silver dollar was real, not a ghost note, and he realized the Fairy of a Hundred Transformations was alive. No matter how strange, unbelievable, or absurd the legends were, the common people were willing to listen and to remember them, and without exception, they all believed that the Fairy of a Hundred Transformations would never die.
[The End]

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