The beauty bled and stained the rivers and lakes

Time: September 16th;

Location: Zhengfeng Manor;

Duel: Hua Duiying and Yang Wuke;

Stake: One against one.

Hua Duiying sat quietly in a guest room at Zhengfeng Manor, gently wiping the "Nine-Turn Throat-Sealing Sword," a weapon that had killed countless people and drunk copious amounts of blood, with a white silk handkerchief.

In the martial arts world, there are many aristocratic families whose ancestors endured hardship and overcame countless obstacles to establish their careers, earning them generations of respect. However, some scions of these families refused to live under the protection of their ancestors; they wanted to carve out their own path with their own hands.

Hua Duiying was one such family. Born into the prestigious Hua family, the most powerful family in Jiangnan, he ran away from home at the age of eight, wandering the world ever since. At ten, he climbed Kunlun Mountain alone, kneeling for three days and three nights in the freezing snow before finally becoming a disciple of "Sword Master." He debuted at sixteen, defeating Hui Moxing, a top master of the third generation of Wudang, within ten moves, instantly becoming famous throughout the land. From then on, his fame was unstoppable, and countless figures from both the righteous and the wicked perished at his hands. After taking over the "Hua Mansion" at the age of twenty-five, almost no one dared to provoke or cause trouble there, making the "Hua Mansion" the focus of attention in the Jiangnan martial arts world.

According to Qiu Xiazi, the Wudang sect leader, Hua Duiying's "Heart-Stealing Sword Technique," combined with his sect's "Nine Turns Double Flight" lightness skill, meant "his future was limitless."

Now thirty-five, Hua Duiying's martial arts skills hadn't waned at all; on the contrary, they had become increasingly refined. Like a young man, he enjoyed seeking thrills, and he had been eagerly anticipating his battle with Yang Wuke for a long time.

"Today is the fifteenth, and he hasn't come yet. Where could he be?" Hua Duiying wondered to himself.

*** *** *** ***

Sunlight streamed through the gauze window, illuminating the longsword and casting a shimmering glow. Yang Wuke stared at it, seemingly mesmerized.

Everything was pitch black before him; there was no sound, only the beating of his own heart… "Creak," a sliver of light appeared ahead—a door had opened. She stood in the doorway, her gaze fixed on him, drawing him in involuntarily.

"Don't cry, don't cry!"

But the more he spoke, the larger her tears became, falling and kicking up dust. He reached out to grab her, but she suddenly flew away. Suddenly, the surroundings became as cold as the dead of winter, making his teeth chatter.

His heart ached, as if being stabbed…

"Don't leave me!"

Yang Wuke cried out, sitting up, his clothes soaked with sweat.

This was in a cave filled with traps; only here could Yang Wuke sleep soundly, and only here would he have the same dream again and again.

The woman in his dream was his childhood playmate; when they parted forever, he was twelve and she was ten.

It was a moonless night; a band of thieves plundered their village. He only remembered people everywhere, shouts everywhere, and the blazing firelight illuminating the night. He pulled her into the bushes, and before them lay the village chief's mangled head.

He covered her mouth, but someone spotted them anyway. He grabbed the man's leg, urging him to run.

A sword cleaved down, and half his body went numb. In his final moments, he watched the man... She was a beautiful, gentle-looking girl.

"What a beautiful girl, looks only fifteen or sixteen,"

the robber thought, admiring her.

"Long, black hair down her back, and a high, firm bottom..."

Suddenly, the robber was overcome with lust, wanting to kiss her. He approached the girl from behind, gently stroking her hair. The girl was startled, not knowing how to escape! The man reached out and touched her buttocks. His right hand remained on her soft bottom, sometimes stroking, sometimes kneading.

The girl was gradually forced into a corner, with nowhere to hide, and could only endure his humiliation. After caressing the girl's buttocks, he hugged her tightly from behind, wrapping his arms around her front to assault her breasts. He then pressed his body against her back, rubbing his genitals against her buttocks. The girl twisted her body, trying to break free, but he only tightened his embrace, his lust growing ever stronger.

The girl could only hear the lecherous man groaning from behind. Seeing that she couldn't move, he took the opportunity to lightly kiss her neck and earlobes, arousing strange sensations in her.

Just as the girl began to feel aroused, she suddenly felt some warm liquid dripping onto her thigh and smelled a strong, fishy odor. Realizing something was wrong, she pushed him away forcefully.

When she turned around to look, she saw a fleshy, strip-shaped object protruding from the crotch of his shorts, with some white, sticky liquid spurting from its tip.

It turned out that the man had already pulled his genitals out of his shorts and used them to rub against the girl's buttocks. The girl was terrified by the sight before her. She suddenly bit the thief's wrist hard, trying to seize the opportunity to escape.

Consumed by lust, the man, though in pain, was further aroused by the girl's alluring beauty. How could he not

let his prey escape so easily? He immediately decided to thoroughly ravage her. Male semen flowed freely…

The man was overjoyed. He immediately grabbed her from behind, pressed a knife against her waist, and dragged her back to the bedroom.

Before the girl could recover from her shock, he had already pinned her to the bed and gagged her with a cloth. He then turned her over and tied her hands behind her back. The girl turned around and saw his bloodshot eyes and rapid breathing. Knowing he was about to violate her, she shook her head and twisted her body, her bright, watery black eyes pleading.

But the man felt no pity; instead, her pitiful appearance only intensified his sense of conquest.

The thief first made the girl lie on her back on the bed, then climbed on top of her, kissing her cheeks passionately. The girl's head was grabbed, leaving her no way to escape. She could only close her eyes and silently endure the pain. After the man finished his frenzied kiss, he left a lot of saliva on her cheeks.

Then the robber shifted his gaze to the girl's upper body. He first reached down to her back and slowly pulled down her upper body clothing from the front, then tore open her bra and underwear from the chest to the sides, finally revealing the girl's sexy bra and her alluring cleavage.

The thief admired her for a while, then couldn't help but lewdly laugh. He reached down to the girl's back, unhooked her bra, and took it off.

Seeing her delicate and full breasts, the robber's appetite was immediately aroused. He rubbed and played with the soft and elastic breasts with his hands, then pinched the two small nipples with his fingers.

Although the girl's breasts were not very large, they quickly swelled up after being rubbed by the man, and the nipples began to harden, changing from their original light pink to bright red.

"What a fun thing,"

the thief kept saying. The girl's erotic nerves were already aroused, her body numb and her head spinning; she probably couldn't hear the praise directed at her.

After toying with her upper body, the robber reached under her dress and began caressing her thighs.

The girl instinctively tried to close her legs to stop the lecher's advances, but the previous caresses had already stirred her desires. At puberty, and having never had physical contact with a man before, she was powerless against the intense provocation. Her desires were already running high, her mind filled with fantasies, her body weak, and her legs unable to move.

"Such smooth thighs,"

the words, meant as a compliment, now sounded like obscene slurs coming from the lecher's mouth. Unable to cover her ears, the girl closed her eyes.

Seeing that she offered no resistance, the man freely caressed her inner thighs, then moved his fingers to the top of her thighs, touching her genitals through her underwear.

Soon, the girl began to feel a wet sensation in her genitals.

"Look! What's this again?"

the thief exclaimed, feigning surprise. His tone made the girl curious, and she opened her eyes to look.

The thief pulled his hand from under her skirt and placed it in front of her. Although the light coming through the window wasn't strong, the girl could clearly see that his fingertips were coated with a clear, sticky fluid.

Needless to say, when aroused, the girl's vagina involuntarily secreted a large amount of lubricating fluid, wetting her panties and the other man's fingers.

The girl felt incredibly humiliated and ashamed at the provocation of a strange lecher, and could only close her eyes again, pretending not to see anything.

Seeing the girl's shy and blushing expression, the thief laughed lewdly, then completely lifted the girl's skirt and underskirt, removed her pink floral panties, and began to stroke her genitals with his fingers, then stroked her pubic hair, causing a strange itching sensation in her genitals, and her weak legs unconsciously swayed slightly.

The man suddenly stopped.

"Is it over?"

the girl thought to herself, opening her eyes to look. She saw him pulling down his pants, revealing his already engorged and erect penis. Even the most naive girl knew what was about to happen.

"No, no!"

the girl cried out in her heart, feeling as if the world was about to end. Driven by a will to survive, the girl, with a strength she didn't know she possessed, suddenly bent over, got out of bed, and ran out

of the bedroom. The man hadn't expected her to try to escape, and before he could react, she was out of the bedroom. But he quickly followed, grabbing the girl's long hair and dragging her back into the room, angrily shoving her onto the bed.

The girl kicked wildly in a final act of resistance, but this only enraged the kidnapper. He grabbed one of the girl's legs with his left hand, and with his right hand reached down to her genitals, forcefully pulling at her pubic hair. Tears streamed down the girl's face from the pain, and her movements immediately stopped.

"If you try to escape again, I'll pluck out every single hair on your body, you hear me!" the thief warned menacingly. The girl was so frightened she didn't dare breathe.

"I asked you, did you hear me!"

Seeing that the girl didn't react, the man yanked her pubic hair hard again, and the girl nodded quickly.

"Hmph! I'll teach you a lesson."

The man said as he moved the girl's body. Under the man's lewd power, the girl had no choice but to submit again, letting him do whatever he wanted.

The thief first made the girl lie on her back on the bed, so that her legs were hanging off the edge of the bed, and then placed a pillow under her buttocks to elevate her vulva to facilitate his bestial rape. Then he grabbed the girl's ankles with both hands, forcibly pulled her legs apart, stood between her legs, and then lay on top of her. The girl's genitals were already wet, so he easily inserted his penis into her vagina.

Suddenly, the girl felt as if a thick, hot iron rod had been inserted into her lower body, accompanied by a sharp pain. Knowing she had lost her virginity, she struggled to free herself, but her hands were bound behind her back, and the man was in a favorable position with his penis already inside her. Her struggles not only failed to escape the violation but also stimulated the man's genitals, making him even more excited.

After inserting his penis into the girl's vagina, he firmly clamped her thighs under his armpits, thrusting his hips in and out of her lower body with great force.

"Still trying to escape? You can't bear to leave me, can you?"

the kidnapper muttered to himself as he assaulted her. The girl's previous attempt to escape had enraged the man, and he was still furious, hence his extremely rough thrusting as a way of venting his anger.

The poor girl was a virgin, her private parts untouched by anyone. Her vagina was narrow and its inner walls delicate. Now, suddenly, a thick, hard object had penetrated her, not only breaking her hymen but also causing severe damage to her vaginal walls due to the intense friction between the man's penis and her vaginal walls. Although the man's violent movements occasionally brought her pleasure during intercourse, they could not mask the waves of pain caused by her injured vagina.

The girl couldn't help but shed tears again. The thief, however, felt no pity. Instead, he felt a sense of accomplishment in possessing a pure young girl and thrust into her even more forcefully.

After a period of pleasure and torment, the girl felt his body convulse, followed by the groan he made as he reached orgasm, while his penis simultaneously ejaculated inside her vagina.

A large amount of hot semen quickly filled the girl's lower body, with the excess flowing out from the gap between his penis and the vaginal opening.

After the climax, the man collapsed onto the girl, who felt his penis slowly soften, though it still throbbed. A moment later, he withdrew his penis, leaving her body. The cold, foul fluids left inside, along with traces of blood from the ruptured hymen and damaged vaginal walls, slowly seeped from the cracks, leaving a large pool of light red, cloudy mucus on the sheets, along with the girl's sweat.

Although he had violated the girl, the man was still burning with lust and wanted to have sex with her again, so he didn't leave immediately but sat down to rest on the edge of the bed. However, he didn't let her go; while resting, he inserted his fingers into her body again, gently scratching and probing her labia.

The girl's lower body was injured, her legs were weak, and she couldn't move, forced to endure the man's lewdness once more. But thinking of how she had been pure and innocent, now defiled by this shameless lecher, causing her immense regret, she couldn't help but sob softly in sorrow.

After a period of rest, the man's penis became erect again, and he reached for the girl once more.

He first had the girl turn around and kneel on the bed, raising her buttocks, while he knelt behind her. Then he pulled up the woman's skirt and underskirt, first caressing her smooth, snow-white, and round buttocks.

"What a beautiful anus,"

he thought to himself. He wasn't without anal sex experience, but this was the first time he had so carefully appreciated a woman's beautiful little anus.

"So narrow, no wonder it felt so intense when I inserted my penis," the man secretly marveled at the Creator's skill.

After admiring it for a while, the man used his hands to push her buttocks apart, straightened his back, and aimed his erect penis at the girl's anus. Having grown tired of playing with the girl's genitals, the man was determined not to miss this gift from God.

The young, innocent girl knew nothing of sexual intercourse, let alone anal sex. She simply thought the man was going to violate her buttocks, so she obediently raised her buttocks until the man forcefully inserted the head of his penis into her small anus…

“Ouch, it hurts!”

The girl suddenly felt a sharp pain in her rear, reflexively trying to move forward to get rid of the hard object inside her anus. The man quickly wrapped his hands around her abdomen, pulling her back forcefully, and thrusting his penis further forward, successfully penetrating the girl's anus completely. The girl, overwhelmed by the pain, finally fainted.

The thief didn't care. He continued to hold the girl's slender waist tightly, moving her body and his own genitals around as his penis continued to thrust in and out of her anus.

The anal passage is indeed narrower than the vagina, giving a more intense sensation, so the man quickly reached orgasm, finally ejaculating a thin stream of semen into the girl's anus, and then placed her on the bed.

"I really want to take her with me, then I can enjoy her at my leisure later."

The guy reluctantly pulled his pants back up.

"I should take something as a souvenir, what should I take?"

Even the undergarments were soaked with the girl's fragrant sweat; the smell must have been wonderful. However, they were difficult to remove from a young girl's body, and couldn't be put in a pocket.

"These two are also nice, with a strong, pungent odor."

The thief sniffed the girl's panties and bra, then put them in his pocket. Suddenly, he pulled out a sharp dagger from behind him and plunged it into the girl's vagina, which was filled with semen. A jet of bright red blood gushed out, splattering on the thief's face and onto the slightly waking Yang Wuke. The girl's head was pointed at him; in the blood, her gaze was something he would never forget.

The thieves set a fire and sped away…

In the end, Yang Wuke was rescued by "Dao Xiong," but the girl he deeply loved would forever remain a scene in his dreams!

He grew up alongside her. To avenge her, he practiced diligently, rarely sleeping, because he was afraid—afraid to see her tearful eyes.

"To master the 'Illuminating Blade Technique,' you must be ruthless, your heart as hard as iron. Only then can you unleash its full power!" "Blade Hero" admonished him, relentlessly training him, slowly burying his compassion and cowardice. Finally, in a duel, "Blade Hero's" blood stained his "Black Beauty" scimitar.

On his deathbed, "Blade Hero" said,

"Good...that seems right. Using my blood to cleanse your blade, it's not in vain that we, master and disciple, have been together. Alas, it's a pity I won't see the day you dominate the world with your blade...this blade technique is always a little lacking, ah..." "Blade Hero's" eyes suddenly lit up, but he didn't have a chance to finish his sentence. He then realized how much this old man cared for him.

Yang Wuke shook his head, snapping out of his reverie, secretly laughing at his own sentimentality.

"This battle must be won, not lost!" he told himself.

Today is the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, seven days until the duel.

The

two horses were ordinary, their coats a mottled mix, one even suffering from sores, its hair falling out and revealing patches of gray skin. The carriage was also old, its curtains faded from washing and whistling in the wind.

Yang Wuke had chosen the horses and carriage himself. Having decided to use a carriage, he didn't want anyone to notice him anymore; he only wanted to conserve his energy and settle things peacefully with his reflection in the flowers.

It had rained recently, and the carriage bumped along the muddy road. Yang Wuke involuntarily closed his eyes.

At twenty-five, he bid farewell to his master's grave and descended the mountain, his first act being to hunt down Feng Youyu.

Feng Youyu was a notorious bandit in the martial arts world, a murderer and thief, committing countless evils. Martial arts figures had repeatedly surrounded and attacked him, but he had always cunningly escaped. But he shouldn't have targeted the daughter of the shop owner, Wan Shan, and even broke in at night to rape her.

That evening, Wan Shan had finished work and was having a barbecue with his daughter. In a few days, it would be his daughter Fang's birthday. The dim light of the oil lamp illuminated them, and the moon in the sky was large and round. Suddenly, two men wielding knives appeared and robbed them of their valuables. The taller robber tied Chen Sheng's hands behind his back, forced him to sit on the ground, and held a knife to his neck.

The shorter robber pushed A Fang down, stuck his knife into the grass, and began to strip her clothes off. As she struggled, her clothes were stripped off piece by piece. Chen Sheng tried to resist, but the robber lightly slashed his neck, and he finally dared not move again.

The shorter robber stared at A Fang's large, firm breasts, white with a hint of red, her skin as white and delicate as snow, and her eyes, round and large, clear and bright. He caressed A Fang's full breasts, revealing a lewd smile, and then kissed her breasts, causing A Fang's two large breasts to heave!

A Fang was quite attractive, tall, and the shorter robber was on top of her, his mouth directly against her large breasts.

Her large breasts swayed violently as she struggled, further exciting the short robber. He sucked and gently bit them.

Suddenly, he bit down hard, causing her to scream. At the same time, he spread her legs and forcefully thrust his thick, hard penis inside. Ah Fang let out a virgin's scream, as shrill as a pig being slaughtered in the middle of the night!

The short robber was overjoyed, leaning back and watching her terrified struggle, her enormous breasts swaying wildly. He was extremely excited! The short robber was about to ejaculate, so he hurriedly grabbed her two large breasts with both hands, laughing and shouting,

"I'll crush you! I'll crush you!"

Hot semen rushed into Ah Fang's body until the robber's hands went limp. When he released her, ten finger marks were left on her two snow-white breasts. She was on the verge of death, and the robber's semen flowed out of her lower body.

When the tall robber also wanted to enjoy himself, Chen Sheng could no longer endure it. He screamed wildly, and the two thieves could only flee in panic.

Afang, tears streaming down her face, put her clothes back on. She untied Wanshan, and the two remained silent for a long time, as if it were the end of the world. Finally, he silently helped her into the inner room and onto the bed. She only cried, and Wanshan irritably yelled at her. Afang finally lay down…

Wanshan lit a cigarette. He never dreamed his daughter would be raped, especially since he had witnessed it himself.

Thinking of this, Wanshan had nothing to say. He closed the door, stripped naked, and then tied a rope to the rafters, hanging himself…

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After hearing about this, Yang Wuke investigated and confirmed that the short robber was indeed—Feng Youyu. How could he ignore it? So he relentlessly pursued Feng Youyu. The two fought three times, Feng Youyu being struck in the chest by a palm strike, in the shoulder by a knife, and in the ribs by a leg kick. Knowing he was no match, Feng Youyu began to flee.

The two traveled from beyond the Great Wall to the Western Regions, and then from the Western Regions to the wild lands of Yunnan. Feng Youyu attempted several escape attempts, but Yang Wuke saw through them each time. In the dense, dark tropical jungle, Yang Wuke's years of training gave him a significant advantage; he had many opportunities to kill Feng Youyu, but he let them pass, instead slowly wearing her down.

Finally, after more than a hundred days of hunger and sleep deprivation, the emaciated Feng Youyu ended her life with her own sword.

This battle greatly boosted Yang Wuke's confidence, and he began his revenge.

He learned from various sources that the thief who raped and murdered his first love came from Yandang Mountain, so he patiently waited for his chance. Finally, six months later, during the Yandang Mountain bandit leader's birthday celebration with a grand "Hundred Beasts Feast," Yang Wuke, alone with his sword, stormed to the mountaintop.

The moment he entered the hall, Yang Wuke recognized the person sitting at the head of the table as the very man who had shot her years before. He drew his sword and walked straight towards him.

The bandits in the hall drew their weapons, blocking Yang Wuke's path. But their blades lost their strength half a foot from Yang Wuke, for Yang Wuke's curved blade had already pierced their bodies, leaving a graceful arc. In the blink of an eye, the blood didn't even have time to gush out, and as the blood spurted, Yang Wuke's curved blade entered the body of the next person. Corpses fell behind Yang Wuke, like withered flowers, trembling slightly on the ground from the spray of hot blood.

The stench of blood permeated the entire hall. Yang Wuke stepped through the sticky bloodstains and walked towards the head of the table. In the instant the bandit leader's pressure points were sealed, he clearly saw Yang Wuke smile at him.

Yang Wuke carried the bandit leader to the mountaintop and tied him to an ancient tree. There, a bow and arrows and fine wine were prepared. Yang Wuke shot an arrow and then drank a sip of wine.

This continued until late at night. When Yang Wuke descended the mountain, it was impossible to tell whether what stood before the tree was a person or a pile of flesh.

The tendons of the other bandit leaders were severed, and they bled until they dried in the hall.

From that day on, Yang Wuke secretly vowed: to make this world a place where "good is rewarded and evil is punished." If Heaven is blind and doesn't punish, then he will be the one to do it. Suddenly, Yang Wuke opened his eyes. With his years of honed intuition, he realized that danger

was approaching.

The robbers were four men in black, all with their faces veiled in black, one of whom was holding a woman hostage. The woman's hair was disheveled, yet it couldn't conceal her beauty, like the brilliance of a jewel.

The leader pressed his right hand down on the horse's head, pinning it down and forcing it to thrash about, unable to move an inch.

"Get down, I need this carriage,"

the man in black said coldly.

A slightly thinner man beside him said,

"Brother, why waste words with them? Let's do it first."

He leaped into the air, his sword flashing, aiming straight for the driver's face.

Suddenly, the carriage curtain swung, and with a "whoosh," a pebble pierced the curtain and shot out. The man felt a sharp pain in his wrist; his bones had shattered. He lost his grip on his sword, which clattered to the ground. Then, a tightness gripped his chest, and his entire body was thrown into the muddy grass by the roadside like a tattered sack.

The other three were shocked, seeing a dark-skinned man standing beside the carriage.

He smiled at the three men and said, "I didn't expect the Han brothers, who are known as the 'Four Sages of Hebei,' to be secretly engaged in shady dealings. I won't have to make another trip."

The three men exchanged glances, secretly lamenting their misfortune. They had only wanted to rob a carriage to save time, but instead, they had encountered a tough opponent. The fourth brother had discerned their origins simply by his actions. Their good reputation couldn't be ruined, so the three men hardened their resolve, their hands slowly reaching for their weapons.

Suddenly, all six pupils contracted simultaneously, for they all saw the black-sheathed curved sword at Yang Wuke's waist.

"Black Beauty?"

one of them murmured hoarsely. Yang Wuke nodded, and with a "clang," the curved sword was drawn slightly from its sheath, its sound crisp and clear in the wilderness.

The three men's will to fight to the death intensified. They knew that escaping from Black Beauty was virtually impossible, but perhaps the combined strength of the three of them could kill Yang Wuke? They hoped so.

The man in the middle was the third of the Han brothers. He roared and thrust his short spear horizontally, aiming straight for Yang Wuke's chest. At the same time, the eldest and second eldest brothers flanked him from the left and right, their swords and blades encircling Yang Wuke, trapping him in the middle. This move, "Heaven and Earth Encompassing All," was incredibly powerful, and countless renowned martial arts figures had perished in its strikes.

Yang Wuke remained motionless, seemingly in a meditative state. The third eldest brother was overjoyed, but immediately, his heart sank, for he heard the screams of his eldest and second eldest brothers, brief and then silenced, as if they had been choked. Instinctively, he dropped his spear and used his lightness skill to turn and flee, but suddenly everything turned red before his eyes, and the entire world went dark.

The third eldest brother fled backward, but before he could leap even half a zhang, more than a dozen wounds suddenly split open on his body, and blood gushed out like arrows, rustling the roadside weeds.

Yang Wuke remained expressionless, slowly sheathing his sword. He walked to the woman whose acupoints had been sealed, and with a palm strike, released the pressure points. The woman immediately bent over and vomited.

The four-

horse carriage continued on its way. Only after Yang Wuke's promise of a large sum of money did the frightened driver agree to drive.

Using the sunlight, Yang Wuke quietly observed the woman sitting opposite him.

The woman sat with her arms wrapped around her knees, her chin resting on them, her eyes wide open, staring directly at the carriage floor. Occasionally, she would glance up at Yang Wuke, and when their eyes met, her eyes would fill with terror, like a frightened little rabbit, before she would look away.

Yang Wuke felt a pang of pain in his heart. He had seen this look countless times in his dreams; it was so similar. For some reason, a feeling of pity suddenly welled up within him, and he softly asked,

"What's your name? Why did they kidnap you?"

The woman shook her head, remaining silent. Yang Wuke continued,

"Where do you live? Shall I take you home?"

The woman's face paled, and she hurriedly said,

"Don't send me away! I don't want to go back. I just want to stay like this, where I can't see the sky or the ground, where no one can find me!"

As she spoke, she curled up into a ball in the corner of the carriage.

Yang Wuke said,

"No one wants to send you away. I just said it would be dangerous for you to follow me. You should go to a safe place." The woman said, "I don't want to go anywhere. I can sew, I can cook, and I can do so many other things. Please let me follow you."

Her eyes were full of hope.

Yang Wuke nodded and sighed softly.

The carriage fell silent, and the night crept in through the window, taking hold of the carriage. The woman's mood calmed down slightly, and she began to hum an old folk song softly. The song was melodious and gentle, and Yang Wuke couldn't help but hum along.

After killing his enemy, Yang Wuke could finally find peace, but the terrible nightmare lingered, haunting him every time he slept. He knew it was trying to tell him something, but he couldn't decipher it. So he became even more bloodthirsty and ruthless to escape the nightmare.

Once Yang Wuke learned of the evildoers, no matter how far away they were, he would rush to them, repaying them in kind, and torturing them mercilessly before finally ending the matter. He was wounded during this time, but like a wolf, once his wounds healed, he would resume his mission. The saying

"When the beauty appears, blood stains the rivers and lakes"

circulated during that period. Underworld figures once joined forces against Yang Wuke, but he lived beyond the Great Wall, intimately familiar with every place. They couldn't touch him in his hometown, and when the siege ended, those involved would receive the Black Beauty's death kiss one by one.

His duel with Hua Duiying, however, was not for this reason. Their duel stemmed from the fact that they represented two individuals: Jian Jie and Dao Xiong. These two were evenly matched in life, and after their deaths, the burden of determining the victor fell upon Yang Wuke and Hua Duiying.

Yang Wuke was determined to win this battle, for he could not dishonor his master's reputation.

[The End]

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