Fairy of a Hundred Transformations

The Ever-Changing Immortal

Author: Shi Yan

(Part 1)

In the dead of night, the pale moonlight illuminated the quiet street. A group of dark figures stealthily approached an ordinary courtyard.

Suddenly, a lithe figure leaped from the courtyard wall and darted across the street.

"Shoot! Don't let her get away!"

Gunfire erupted, bullets whistling through the night sky, but it was too late. The figure had already vanished a moment before the gunfire, leaping onto the opposite wall and disappearing. The police chief, Wan Decai, angrily shouted, "A bunch of useless idiots! Go in and arrest everyone in that courtyard! Interrogate them thoroughly!"

However, after the police had exchanged fire with the courtyard for most of the night, suffering two deaths and one injury, they rushed in only to find an elderly woman in her fifties who had committed suicide with a pistol.

"Hey! Damn it!" Wan Decai slapped his thigh: "Withdraw!"

So, as usual, the next day's newspaper carried a headline: "Military police raided a residence in the western part of the city 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..."

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 incredible. She can walk on snow without leaving a trace, scale walls, and even knows the 72 transformations of Sun Wukong. Back when she was fighting the Japanese, 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!"

"..."

And what about Police Chief Wan Decai? At this moment, Yang Kejun, the Party Chairman of the Municipal Party Committee, was berating him at the Municipal Party Headquarters: "Tell me, what have I been keeping you all for? Huh? You can't even handle a little woman like her. What the hell can you do besides eat and play 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 over walls seven or eight zhang high in one go, and she's faster than a bullet. How can an ordinary person have that kind of ability?"

"Bullshit! Where the hell in this city are there seven or eight zhang high walls except for the prison? Are you saying she ran off to the prison herself? 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 brought her along, but before we could even get close, she'd already leaped over the wall and run away. Besides, she's always wearing makeup; we don't even know if it's her real face. Bringing 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 deployments are like lice 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. 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 reliable 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. The military and police were making arrests everywhere, and any woman between the ages of fifteen and thirty was subjected to a trial. Some women were tortured into confessing because their backs were thought to resemble Cao Guizhi, and many women were forced to confess under duress. So, the newspapers were full of reports about Cao Guizhi's capture or execution, making it a laughing stock among the people: "Hey! Did you hear? Cao Guizhi's been caught again."

"Yeah, I heard? And she was executed? She's been executed over a dozen times already. How many lives does Cao Guizhi have?"

"I heard that Cao Guizhi knows magic. They dragged her to the execution ground, fired the gun, and when the person fell down, they realized it was the police chief's mother."

"Really?"

"Who would lie to you? Didn't you hear about the Wan family's funeral last week?"

"I heard that was his maternal grandmother?"

"How old was his maternal grandmother? Was she some kind of spirit?"

"Who knows? Anyway, it certainly wasn't the Fairy of a Hundred Transformations who died."

Wan Decai was desperate, 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 and became a detective, so he knew a lot about the underworld. As soon as Wan Decai approached him, he immediately agreed to come out of retirement. Wang Dexin told Wan Decai that dealing with someone like Cao Guizhi wouldn't work with sheer numbers; only a seasoned expert like himself could. He patted his chest and said, "Leave it to me, don't worry. As long as Cao Guizhi is in the city, I'll find her and bring her to you personally."

Wang Dexin was no slouch. After wandering the city for several days, his keen intuition as a seasoned veteran quickly determined that if Cao Guizhi entered the city, she was 70% likely hiding in Xiguan Town. So, he spent his days drinking tea at the Cuihua Restaurant in Xiguan, patiently waiting for Cao Guizhi to appear.

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 later, around noon on the third day, Wang Dexin spotted his target. He leaped from the teahouse window, a Browning pistol in his hand. Seven or eight steps away, opposite him, stood a middle-aged woman dressed in very ordinary clothes.

"Who are you? What do you want?" The woman was exceptionally beautiful, her face showing a mixture of 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, staring at the woman in surprise.

"Who did you say? Who is Cao Guizhi? Why are you waiting for me?" the woman asked.

"Cao Guizhi, you can fool others, but you can't fool this old hand's eyes. Stop pretending, come with me."

Wang Dexin had never seen Cao Guizhi before, but he was absolutely certain this woman was Cao Guizhi—a feeling only someone from the underworld could have.

"Where to? Why should I go with you?"

"The police station. You'll tell them 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." With that, the woman started to walk away. "

Stop! If you move, I'll shoot." Wang Dexin stared at the woman opposite him as if facing a formidable enemy. Her hand was on her waist, and he could sense a gun hidden inside her clothes. He knew her marksmanship was no less than his own, so he had to remain vigilant; any sudden movement from her would trigger his shot.

"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.

Actually, if the person opposite him had been just an ordinary policeman, Cao Guizhi might have fallen. It was precisely because Wang Dexin was a seasoned veteran that he was defeated.

It turned out that when Cao Guizhi crouched down, most people would instinctively lower their guns and fire following her movement. But Wang Dexin did the opposite; he raised his gun slightly before firing, and the shot missed Cao Guizhi.

Some might ask, was Wang Dexin stupid? Of course not, he was much smarter than most, but his cleverness backfired.

He was a seasoned veteran and knew Cao Guizhi would try to escape. Her martial arts skills were considerable, and her movements would be much faster than most. Following her aim wouldn't have been effective, 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 into the muzzle when she jumped.

If it were truly as Wang Dexin thought, most people would never have hit Cao Guizhi. However, Cao Guizhi had already anticipated Wang Dexin's plan. She drew her gun as she crouched, and instead of jumping, she fired instinctively.

The two guns fired almost simultaneously, but Wang Decai's shot missed mid-air, while Cao Guizhi's bullet entered Wang Decai's forehead directly. Wang Decai stood there bewildered for a long time before falling straight 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? That's like showing off your 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, however, felt no excitement whatsoever, which 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 that 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 once disguised herself as a man to deceive the arrests.

Wan Decai interrogated each and every one of the arrested individuals like a sieve, not even sparing his own cousin. After half a month of interrogation, 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 ordered them executed! These people were dragged to the execution ground. Upon seeing their impending execution, most began to cry out their innocence, but Wan Decai ignored them, ordering them to be dragged one by one to the edge of the pit and shot. When they 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."

"Okay, 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, how could such a capable woman like Cao Guizhi be betrothed to such a good-for-nothing like 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 Hu Daikui was Cao Guizhi’s husband.”

“Is her husband a Communist?”

“No, he’s a coward. He wouldn’t dare be a Communist.”

“Do they still have contact?”

“I don’t know.”

“Where is he?”

"He still lives in the village. He's an only child. His parents were killed by the Japanese a few years ago, and he's all alone now."

"Take us there. If it's true, we'll spare your life."

Wan Decai easily and quietly arrested Hu Daikui and took him to the police station. Before the shackles were even on him, this cowardly man was so scared he soiled himself.

"Sir, sir, we haven't seen her since she left. I don't know where she is!"

"Don't know? You still have to find her for me. I'm giving you a month. If you don't find Cao Guizhi, I'll execute you as a Communist."

Hu Daikui really went to find Cao Guizhi, and he really found her. Because Cao Guizhi's mother had been shot dead outside the village, and the Cao family only had two daughters, the only ones who could handle the funeral arrangements were the daughters and sons-in-law. 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 men Wan Decai had left to monitor him.

Guizhi, dressed in mourning clothes, knelt alone in the mourning hall to keep vigil for her elderly mother. She couldn't attend the funeral the next day, but she wanted to spend one last night with her mother who had given her life and raised her.

Hearing a commotion outside,

she quickly hid behind the curtain. 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.

"It's terrible! A lot of people are coming down the street. They look like police. From what they're saying, they seem to be here to arrest you. You'd better run!"

Guizhi rushed out of the house, leaping onto the roof. Sure enough, she saw a dark mass of figures on the street in front of her door, as if someone was scaling the wall. Guizhi considered firing her gun, but fearing it would cause trouble for her family, she looked around. People were climbing onto the roofs of the neighbors' houses, but there was no one on the back street. So she leaped to the backyard and jumped over the wall.

(III)

Cao Guizhi leaped over the back wall, intending to use her usual method to jump across the back street and escape from the rooftops on the opposite side. However, before she could land, a large net descended from the sky, while another net bounced up from the ground. She was in mid-air and unable to change direction; 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 couldn't believe that the petite, even somewhat frail girl before him was the same Cao Guizhi who had almost cost him his job. She was only twenty-three or twenty-four years old, with an oval face and a high nose. In terms of appearance,

she was as beautiful as a flower. She was wearing a white coarse cloth mourning robe and black cloth shoes. Her mourning hat had fallen off, and a long, shiny black braid was tied behind her head, making her look even more charming. Wan Decai dared not underestimate this woman, so he did not dare to take her out of the net the whole way.

Upon arriving at the prison, he first ordered someone to prepare a hardwood strip, sawing it into two three-foot-long pieces. Iron rings and hoops were threaded through both ends and the middle of each strip. Then, very carefully, he had her held down firmly. First, the hoops at both ends of one strip were used to secure her feet, then her hands were forcibly pulled and bound to the ends of the other strip, leaving her sprawled out 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?"

"What?!" "

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 leader of the Green Gang. Upon hearing that Cao Guizhi had been captured, he immediately got into the car sent by Wan Decai and came.

"How's it going, Chief? I heard they caught that young woman?"

"They caught her, but I'm not sure if it's her. You met her once, so I wanted to ask you to identify her."

It turned out that Cao Guizhi, once posing as the daughter of a Nationalist army war zone commander, had single-handedly infiltrated the Green Gang's territory, cleverly deceiving Hou Dengkui and ultimately obtaining intelligence through the Green Gang's connections with the Nationalists.

When Hou Dengkui approached the cell, the guards had already chained Cao Guizhi to the rafters with iron rings, forcing her to stand in an "X" shape in the middle of the room. Hou Dengkui walked over, lifted Cao Guizhi's chin, and examined her closely for a long time: "Ah, the commander's daughter, where do you think you're going now?"

Although she had put on makeup last time, he could still vaguely recognize her 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 regret it. 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 bother 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 a while for Wan to calm him down.

“Director Wan, you did a great job this time! I’ll recommend you to the higher-ups 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, like a goddess in the eyes of the people. Don't you know they call her the 'Hundred-Faced Fairy'? It's good if we can use her, otherwise we have to kill her quickly. Keeping her around will only cause trouble later." "

Then what do you say..."

"First, offer her high-ranking positions and generous salaries, and let her work for us. That would be best. She's very famous among the people. If she joins us, many people will come from the Communist Party. If she doesn't, we'll have to kill her. We can't leave any future trouble." "

Then I'll take care of it."

Three days later, Wan Decai stood dejectedly in front of Yang Kejun. It was clear that the task hadn't been accomplished. Not only had it failed, but he had also been ridiculed and insulted mercilessly. When her fiancé tried to persuade her, she almost bit off his nose.

"If that doesn't work, we'll use force and force her to cooperate with us."

"Okay! I'm good at that!" Wan Decai's spirits immediately lifted.

"Wait, if that doesn't work, we'll just kill her in front of everyone 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 there's nothing they can't do." "

Yes."

(IV)

Cao Guizhi was hung in a Green Gang dungeon. Although the female guard had torn off her mourning clothes, leaving only her white cotton-padded jacket and gray cotton-padded trousers, her hands and feet were still firmly locked to the two beams.

Wan Decai stood before her, his face filled with pity, 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 a woman? Who wants to see a young woman tortured on the execution ground? I've already vouched for your life with my superiors, but you're still stubborn, which puts me in a difficult position."

"Stop with that nonsense. That's only good for children."

"Miss Cao, I'm doing this for your own good. You're in the Green Gang now; 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 started the revolution, I've been risking my life. At worst, I'll die? Cut into a thousand pieces, skinned alive? Come on, try me!"

"Director Wan, stop wasting your breath on her. This kind of woman needs to be taught a lesson, or she won't know what's what!" Hou Dengkui, sitting to the side, shouted rudely.

"No, no, no, let Miss Cao think it over."

"Nothing to think about, just use whatever tricks you have."

"See! See! What did I tell you? You can't do without being ruthless!"

"Then I don't have any ideas. Uncle Hou, you come on."

"Alright, watch me. Men, lay her down flat and wash her face first."

"Let's see what tricks you have up your sleeve." Watching a group of Green Gang thugs rush at her, Cao Guizhi smiled faintly.

"Laugh, you'll see how tough it is in a moment." Hou Dengkui's face was filled with a cruel smile.

The thugs brought over a large, rough bench specifically used for beatings, and pushed her forward from behind. First, they tied the beams binding her feet to the bench legs, then continued pushing forward. Two other men lowered the ropes suspending the beams, causing her to slowly fall backward onto the bench. They all 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 two 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 from her blouse, which was 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 his gaze, and that Wan Decai and the surrounding thugs 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 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 there was no way, 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 the water down high. The icy water splashed onto the girl's face. Her head was tilted back, her nostrils pointing to the sky, catching the pouring water. Having never swum before, she was immediately choked and stunned. 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, and the water was drawn into her trachea, immediately triggering a violent cough. The more she coughed, the more water went into her trachea, creating a vicious cycle. When she was young, she had been beaten many times for being lazy while practicing martial arts with her master. At first, she would dodge because of the pain, but later she got used to it and gritted her teeth and endured it without moving. But then she realized that the pouring of cold water was far more painful and unbearable than the beatings. She struggled to move her nose away from the water, but her hair was tied up, preventing her from moving. She tried to breathe through her mouth, but as soon as she opened it, another thug poured water from a different iron kettle into her mouth. It was an indescribable pain; she felt every part of her body resisting the agony, and the pain was relentless, showing no sign of stopping.

The two large iron kettles were quickly filled, but for Cao Guizhi, the pain felt like it had lasted a year, and the coughing continued as if it would never end.

"How is it? Are you comfortable?" Hou Dengkui asked.

"Cough cough! Like drinking hot and sour soup," Cao Guizhi coughed while trying to smile.

"Good, then drink some more." And so another kettle of water was poured in.

After three or four kettles of water were poured down her throat, Cao Guizhi began to feel dizzy from suffocation, and her lips started to turn purple. Hou Dengkui, seeing that she might choke to death if he continued, stopped to check on her.

It took Cao Guizhi a long time to recover, but as soon as she felt a little better, she sneered again, just like before.

"I must say, this little wench has some backbone," Hou Dengkui praised. "The more like that, the more I like her. 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 long braid and the beams binding her hands from the stool legs, made her sit astride the stool, and then secured the beams with rope.

"Little wench, you've got guts. I'll give you some foreign stuff,"

Guizhi said with a sneer, glancing at him sideways to see what new gadgets he had up his sleeve. Hou Dengkui then ordered someone to bring over a very flexible black tube, about the thickness of a thumb and a foot long. Gui Zhi didn't recognize the thing; in fact, most people back then had never seen a rubber water pipe.

Hou Dengkui gently tapped Gui Zhi's stomach with the pipe. Gui Zhi felt that it was quite heavy and hard, and the tap made her stomach hurt a little.

Two thugs brought bamboo sticks and forcibly pried open Gui Zhi's jaw. Hou Dengkui personally inserted the rubber pipe into her mouth, all the way to her throat, with a large iron funnel attached to the other end.

"How about it? This time I'll let you drink some water, so you don't get too thirsty."

Gui Zhi knew he wasn't being kind, so she whimpered and twisted her head forcefully, while the thugs held her long 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 rubber pipe, not a single drop was left in Cao Gui Zhi's stomach, and her originally flat stomach immediately swelled up like a balloon.

Gui Zhi was once again knocked down and tied up. Hou Dengkui lewdly laughed, 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 her belly, it won't be finished in a short time."

(V)

Gui Zhi 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, I've been used to being cursed since I was a child. You can curse 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, we'll play a few rounds and slowly 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 brought over.

Gui Zhi knew they wanted to humiliate her in front of them. She cursed angrily, but couldn't escape the lewd trap. Watching the group of scoundrels gamble wildly, she could only hope the water in her stomach wouldn't go down. Although it would be uncomfortable, it was better than wetting herself in front of everyone.

But water is water; it has to be absorbed eventually. No matter how unwilling she was, her swollen belly slowly deflated. Soon, Gui Zhi 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 leaning back on the stool from time to time, 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 said, carefully observing Gui Zhi's expression.

"Is that so?" Hou Dengkui tossed aside his hand, "Stop for a moment. This hand is a draw for the banker. Let's watch the show." He

had already prepared a light bulb, which he carried to Guizhi, hanging it above the bench, precisely between her thighs straddling the bench, less than a foot from her crotch.

"Hmm, this light is good, bright enough. It illuminates things better this way, huh?" Hou Dengkui said, and the thugs echoed him with a series of strange laughs.

"You, surnamed Hou, you're not human! You've defiled a woman like me! What kind of skill is that?" Guizhi cursed angrily.

"Skill? I have no skill. You're a heroine, but all I can do is watch a heroine wet her pants," Hou Dengkui said lewdly.

Guizhi shut her mouth, ignoring him. She needed to hold her breath, because she felt she was about to burst.

Normally, she could clench her legs 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 and teased her, trying to get her to speak, because once she gave up, she would no longer be able to stop the liquid that was already under 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 head kept saying, "Blink first, trick them into leaving, 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 try to cooperate."

Guizhi gritted her teeth, her fists clenched tightly, her lips trembling slightly. She felt the aching sensation spreading from her lower abdomen to the edge 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, and she felt the warm liquid sticking to her buttocks.

"Haha, it's out, it's out!" The thugs laughed wildly.

Guizhi knew it was too late. She relaxed her sphincter, which had been throbbing painfully, 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 seems you'll have to drink more water."

Guizhi smiled despite her tears. She thought to herself, what's there to be afraid of? At most, it'll just mean urinating a little more.

But this time, it wasn't just urinating. This time, they poured two jugs of water down her throat at once. She felt the water blocking her throat, making it difficult to breathe, and the water would burst 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, forcing all the water out, then re-pouring it in.

She was tortured again and again, screaming in pain, and she even lost control of her bowels, filling the room with a stench.

But Hou Dengkui finally gave up; he couldn't think of any better way to make her submit.

"Director Wan, it seems we have no choice but to leave her crippled."

"No!" Wan Decai rejected Hou Dengkui's suggestion: "Don't you understand Chairman Yang's meaning?"

"Then what should we do?"

"Is there any way that your Uncle Hou can't think of?"

"Alright, let me think about it. Let's go out first and get my goddaughters to clean up; it smells too bad here."

The men came out of the dungeon, and four young and alluring female henchmen followed Hou Dengkui's orders and entered the dungeon.

Back in the Hou residence's living room, the old clock showed 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 men drank while pondering how to subdue the woman.

"Godfather," a woman entered in a coquettish voice.

"What is it?"

"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?"

"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 were unwearable."

"Oh. Then just find a piece of white cloth and wrap her up."

"Sigh." The woman swayed away.

"These women, all they have are pretty faces, their brains are dumber than pigs," Hou Dengkui said, urging Wan Decai to drink.

"Lord Hou, you're quite the lucky man to have such a beautiful goddaughter." Wan Decai said with a hint of jealousy, downing a cup of wine.

"Not at all, not at all. The Director has four or five concubines; that's real luck. I kept these girls around 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 take a bullet for me. They're just a bit slow-witted."

"Oh? They all know martial arts?"

"Just fancy moves."

"How do they compare to Cao Guizhi?"

"They're only comparable in looks. In terms of skill, they're probably far inferior. If that little wench weren't my enemy, I'd really like to have one as a goddaughter." At this point, Hou Dengkui suddenly seemed to remember something, stood up, and left.

(VI)

"Hey, Uncle Hou, where are you going?"

"I'm going to make some arrangements first. Let's eat, and don't let that young lady 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 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.

"Uncle Hou, what did you just say? Going to the bridal chamber with that Cao Guizhi?"

"Yes, having a goddaughter like that should be nice, 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 do we have?"

"What if she refuses to go with you even if she dies?"

"If that's the case, no other method will 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 I succeed, the government will gain a valuable asset and lose a rival. If I fail, what does it matter if I take down a female Communist? She’ll be executed sooner or later anyway, right? Who will know if we don’t say anything?”

Wan Decai couldn’t think of any better ideas, so he just kept pounding his fist on the stove, figuring it was a one-shot deal anyway.

Night fell, and only Cao Guizhi remained in the dungeon.

Several alluring women had already fed her; the food was plentiful and delicious, and Cao Guizhi accepted it all, wanting to conserve 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 was lit in the room.

Cao Guizhi closed her eyes, trying to rest and imagine what new tortures the enemy would inflict on her tomorrow, and how she would retaliate.

A man 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 made 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 my family is still empty. If you are willing to join me in this endeavor, I am willing to make you my wife and share wealth and honor. 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 think so?”

“Bah! 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, Hou, am more than twenty years older than you, I've been in the martial arts world for many years, and my skills are not necessarily inferior to yours. What can a woman who practices martial arts have to talk about with someone else? Isn't that right? Listen to me, I will definitely give you a proper marriage. I've already spoken with Wan Decai, and I don't need you to reveal your accomplices, nor do I need you to turn against them. All I need to do is publish a statement in the newspaper, that you will no longer be involved in politics, and that you will sever all ties with the Communist Party. All past matters will be forgiven. 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 nonsense. If you want to use torture, then use whatever methods you have. If you want to kill someone, then cut them into a thousand pieces as you please. Nothing else is negotiable!"

"Sigh, I know that you've been too deeply poisoned by the Communist Party, and you can't see the light of day for a while. I can't blame you. But the Municipal Party Committee can't wait. If you don't agree, they'll kill someone."

"So what if you 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, and she was capable of protecting herself, but now she was bound in a cage, unable to use her skills. Even if the other party was just a weak scholar, he could easily take away her most precious thing. Now, this test was right in front of her. She twisted her body in fear, avoiding the man in front of her like the plague.

"Miss Cao, don't blame me. After I save your life, you will slowly be grateful to me." Hou Dengkui said, his face showing 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 only wrapped her body with a white cloth, revealing her arms and fair shoulders above, and her two bare legs and a pair of curved 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 struggling like a taffy, refusing to give in.

But she could not stop a lecherous man who pretended to be kind. He opened the white cloth covering her chest and grasped her pair of soft, jade-like breasts.

"Bastard! Get away!" she cursed desperately, her firm breasts twisted and deformed under the ravaging of his evil hands, her two pink nipples trembling as the man's fingers flicked.

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, exposing the girl's pure white 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 probing between her parted legs.

The girl cried, cried like an ordinary girl. Faced with a woman's greatest shame, who could not forgive the fragility of her emotions? Even if she was a steadfast and courageous woman.

Finally, the man took off his own clothes 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 such a man's sheer size and weight; she felt suffocated by the pressure. For the first time in her life, she felt so helpless, so desperate. Something hard was relentlessly assaulting her lower body, 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 there, throbbing, ready to plunge her into an abyss.

Tears streamed down the woman's face. She had stopped cursing; only soft sobs and a slight trembling of her lips remained.

The woman's slender hands, bound by iron hoops, clawed desperately, as if searching for a lifeline. She grasped the iron chain connecting the hoops, slowly tightening her grip, then tightening again, then tightening again…

The man panted heavily, and the woman's white, naked body was repeatedly pounded against him with each breath, her delicate skin trembling like jelly.

When Hou Dengkui got off Guizhi, he simply rewrapped the white cloth around her and said, "You can no longer marry another man. The choice is yours." Then he turned and left.

Cao Guizhi didn't move or answer. When she was alone in the room, she burst into tears.

The next morning, Wan Decai and Hou Dengkui went to the dungeon to check the news and found Cao Guizhi's eyes red and swollen, still bearing traces of tears. But she was already asleep, which meant she had thought everything through.

Wan Decai returned to the dungeon with trepidation. 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 gone, and the swelling around her eyes had mostly subsided. Hou Dengkui was standing beside her, rubbing his hands.

"How is it?" Wan Decai asked.

"..." Hou Dengkui spread his hands and shook his head helplessly. Wan Decai knew that Cao Guizhi's choice was completely opposite to their hopes.

After watching Cao Guizhi finish eating and clear away the food, 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 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 of you 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 story.

"This little wench is as stubborn as a mule—no tricks 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 bandits, they'll never amount to anything. Which young and beautiful woman like that, once captured by them, would emerge unscathed? Alright, even this has swayed her heart, let's not think of any other way.

Logically, with someone like Cao Guizhi in our hands, the guerrillas should be like ants on a hot plate, but according to our intelligence, they seem to have vanished these past few days, without a trace. 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 something goes wrong."

"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 person. In the hearts of the common people, she is 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 corrupted peasants that their goddess is nothing and shatter their illusions. Hmm?”

“Don’t worry, I will definitely 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 again, what will they think of us?"

"It's alright, we won't get involved. Let the Green Gang do it."

"Let me think about it. Hmm, it's not a bad idea. But before you kill her, she'll still be one of us. After you kill her, you can withdraw everyone and pretend you know nothing."

"Yes, I'll make sure everyone in the city knows what kind of person this so-called fairy is."

"Also, gag her. I know these communist bandits; they'll incite us whenever they get the chance."

"Don't worry."

(VIII)

Wan Decai returned to the Green Gang docks with four of his close henchmen. Hou Dengkui was completely on the same page as Wan Decai.

When the group arrived at the dungeon, Cao Guizhi had already been taken off the bench and was now hanging in the middle of the room. The white cloth that had been covering her had been thrown aside, leaving her naked and fair-skinned. The thugs had clearly satisfied their lust on her, but they couldn't bear to leave the 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 tears; she just stared at the ceiling with shame 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? 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."

Wan Decai turned to his men and told them to also enjoy the female prisoner's body. Unlike the bureau chief, those men swarmed around her, not even bothering to take Cao Guizhi down, but just standing there ravaging her.

When the female gang members were called in, they brought some clothes, which Hou Dengkui had ordered them to prepare.

"Cao Guizhi, tomorrow will be a great day for you. The government has already been more than kind to you, and you have nothing to complain about. However, if you turn back now, we will still give you a chance."

"Pah!" Cao Guizhi turned her head away.

"Then there's no other way. Come back to prison with me."

"Little wench, I'll have my goddaughters dress you. You'd better behave yourself. If you try anything funny, don't blame me for not giving you a chance to go to the execution ground naked tomorrow." Hou Dengkui said, because dressing her required unlocking her shackles, so he was afraid Cao Guizhi would 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 her pants and shoes, then securing her feet before dressing her.

Cao Guizhi's own clothes had long been torn to shreds, so they dressed her in clothes made according to the most common style in the local countryside: a sleeveless, white undershirt, which was her usual undergarment, gray cotton pants, and black cloth shoes. They didn't put an outer garment or socks on her.

Cao Guizhi was handcuffed back to the two beams, and Wan Decai secretly 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 Cao Guizhi was tied to the beams, the female prison guards might be somewhat useful, but when she was tied up with rope the next day, they wouldn't be as effective as the female gang members who had practiced martial arts since childhood; at least their strength would be far inferior.

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, led by an informant who had infiltrated the Green Gang, into the dungeon. But they were too late; Cao Guizhi had already been taken back to the prison by Wan Decai.

That night, the female gang members fed Cao Guizhi. Knowing what day it was the next day, Cao Guizhi ate a hearty meal 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 bound by chains, and then fed her corn porridge. After

she finished drinking it, they tied her up again, and they all just watched, neither moving nor leaving. Cao Guizhi recognized these men as the ones Wan Decai had brought to the Green Gang yesterday, 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 me, just kill me, what are you waiting for?" "What's the rush, are 　　you

in a hurry to be reincarnated?" "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 go!" the female gang member said with a wicked look. 　　"Alright, tie her up." At the order of the police chief, a group of men rushed forward. 　　(IX) 　　Cao Guizhi was already immobilized, bound to the bed, and the fact that they all rushed at her showed the power this woman wielded in their eyes. 　　Guizhi's feet were untied from the beams, and then her ankles were bound together with hemp rope. 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. Four men pressed her firmly down. 　　The women untied her hands, quickly twisting them behind her back; two held her, and two bound her with rope. Actually, Cao Guizhi didn't intend to struggle, but to these policemen and the Green Gang, it was still a formidable threat. 　　With her hands and feet firmly bound, the girl knew her life was nearing its end. She didn't regret what she had done; she wanted to face death calmly. 　　"Does she really have excrement?" one of the policemen asked. 　　“It should be about right,” a female member of the gang replied. “It’s been around this time these past two days at our dock.” 　　“Let’s check, just in case we don’t have it 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. She was so angry that she started cursing, and a female member of the gang 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 were ripped off.

"I'll do it," said the police chief.

Guizhi couldn't speak or struggle; she could only endure the abuse. She felt her buttocks being spread open. Although she tried to contract her sphincter muscles, her anus was forcibly pried open.

"See?"

"It's sticking out, pretty dry."

"Does she need to pee?"

"I don't know. Put it back on first."

"Wait, pour some sesame oil into her anus, see if she can hold it in!"

After putting her pants back on, Guizhi was laid back down on the bed. The policeman placed his hand on her lower abdomen and pressed hard. She felt a surge of heat rushing down, and her rectum, which had been filled with sesame oil, felt an urgent pressure.

She squeezed her legs together, using all her strength to hold on.

"That's about enough. Give her some more water before you go."

...

Baishi Street was the busiest place in the city, filled with all sorts of small shops and stalls. Country folk who came to the city to sell their local specialties also came to this street. At the same time, it was also one of the areas where the Green Gang had the most power. They collected protection money here all day long, so the appearance of a few Green Gang thugs on the street didn't attract much attention.

Several policemen, carrying papers, small brooms, and buckets of paste, came to the T-junction in the middle of the street and began to post notices on the walls at the corners of the street. In those days, notices were flying everywhere, mostly about increased donations and taxes. People were already tired of it. Anyway, whether you increase donations or not, I'm too poor to survive. I have no money, so what can you do about it?! So at first, no one cared, except for a few idle Green Gang thugs who gathered around. But when people heard the thugs read out the words "Hundred Transformations Fairy," they all gathered around and whispered among themselves.

"Hey, what does it say up there?"

"What does it say? That Communist criminal Cao Guizhi, nicknamed 'The Fairy of a Hundred Faces,' is going to be executed today!" A thug standing around the notice shouted deliberately.

"The Fairy of a Hundred Faces? Really?"

"Nonsense." An old man muttered, "It's been in the newspapers at least ten times already. One after another they've been killed. How many lives does this Fairy of a Hundred Faces have? Maybe she'll just be another girl they've captured and tortured into confessing."

"I thought so too. 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. Orders from above: 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 the news of the Hundred-Faced Fairy's death had only come from the newspapers before and had never been officially confirmed. Could this 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 police sandwiched a black prison van between them and pushed through the crowded people to the intersection.

The trucks stopped on the east and west sides, and the military police jumped out, pushing and shoving the crowd menacingly. Using the two trucks as a boundary, they cordoned off a large open space along the wall on the "T" side of the T-junction.

People's eyes were fixed on the back door of the prison van, hoping that when the door opened, there would be nothing inside.

A police chief stood on a truck, holding a notice and reading it over and over again through a loudspeaker. Each reading was like driving a nail into people's hearts.

Three or four people with cameras suddenly appeared out of nowhere and began taking pictures of the scene from different directions. The crowd felt more and more that what they feared might really happen.

But the police had read the notice four or five times, and 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. Did that woman really have magic and fly out of the metal-clad prison van?

(X)

People didn't know that a fierce struggle was taking place inside the van. The policemen escorting Cao Guizhi were Wan Decai's confidants, and they planned to torture her 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 four times, turning back to stare at the prison van in confusion, the four policemen, realizing that further dragging would be futile, dragged Cao Guizhi to the van floor. All four of them pressed hard on her abdomen.

Cao Guizhi finally couldn't resist the four vicious thugs, and a surge of heat broke through the obstruction.

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, the only one fit for a heroine, forced them to accept this cruel reality.

Cao Guizhi's hands and feet were bound, making it impossible for her to walk. Two policemen dragged her along the ground. Her mouth was gagged, preventing her from speaking; she could only express her conviction through her gaze.

Sometime later, the gang 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 she?"

"What a fucking heroine, what fucking heroine, she's just a coward. She wet her pants the moment she heard about death." "

..."

People didn't believe "The Fairy of a Hundred Transformations" was a coward, but they did see that the girl's pants were soaked from the crotch to the hem, and liquid was still dripping onto the stone pavement. They knew there must be a reason, because the determination they saw in the girl's eyes was definitely not feigned.

Cao Guizhi had already learned from the enemy's words what she was about to face. She really 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 loved her so much, the thought of their disappointed expressions, made her want to cry even more than when she was raped, but this time she held back. She couldn't let the enemy succeed so easily.

The police turned her around, and she knew her time had come. Before fully 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. She tried to stand up, but her knees were bound, and she could do nothing 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, and she knew her time had come, so she obediently lowered her head.

Wan Decai's confidant, fearing something might go wrong, fired a shot into 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 bewilderment, watching their idol, 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 rooted to the spot, as if stunned.

Suddenly, as if they understood something, the crowd surged forward.

"Listen up, listen up!" a group of Green Gang thugs shouted, trying to push the surging crowd back, but to no avail.

"Bang! Bang!" Several gunshots rang out, and the crowd immediately stopped, staring in astonishment at the direction of the gunfire.

"Everyone, listen up!" The people then realized that the one who fired the shots was a minor leader of the Green Gang: "This female communist has a grudge against our Green Gang. If you want to see this little wench's corpse, get at least ten feet away. Anyone who wants to collect her body is going against our Green Gang."

Everyone knew that the Green Gang always acted arbitrarily and recklessly, killing people as easily as crushing a bug. Intimidated by their tyranny, the people dared not speak out.

Seeing that he had stunned the crowd, the minor leader walked through the crowd to the wall and looked at the already dead Cao Guizhi.

“This little wench has a nice ass.” He lightly kicked Cao Guizhi’s raised buttocks with his cloth-soled foot, then stomped hard. The girl’s buttocks rose even higher, then she 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, staring fixedly at the stone pavement in front of her.

The gang leader grabbed the girl’s bound feet and dragged her forcefully to the middle of the road. Then he pressed her tightly bound feet against her chest while untying the rope around her knees. People didn’t know what he was going to do, but before they could react, one of the thugs had already rushed over, ripped open the girl’s belt, and pulled her pants down to her knees.

People understood, their anger overflowing, but the Green Gang thugs were already standing around Cao Guizhi's corpse, axes and pistols in hand. The unarmed people could only watch helplessly as their heroine's most sacred place was exposed.

"See that? She's scared the shit out of her wits, what kind of fairy is she?" the young gang leader exclaimed as if he had found a treasure.

Sure enough, the girl's legs were raised high, and without the cover of her pants, her white buttocks were completely exposed to everyone. Between the two round buttock muscles, there was a black, hard thing. The young gang leader grabbed the girl's feet with one hand and spread Guizhi's buttocks apart with the other. The black thing was indeed a piece of feces. Because it was very dry, only half of it came out, and the other half was still inside her body. The muscles of her anus were turned outward 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 the major newspapers. I told them to set up the layout yesterday and wait. As soon as the photos arrive, we'll make the printing plates and print them immediately. This is the proof for approval; please take a look."

Yang Kejun casually picked up a sheet to examine. The headline on the front page, in extra-large characters, read: "Formerly a Hundred-Faced Demoness, Today a Red-Faced Trash—Communist Female Criminal Cao Guizhi Executed Today," followed by a short news article: "Special report from the Police Bureau's Press Office: Cao Guizhi , a female criminal known as the 'Hundred-Faced Fairy,' 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, she joined the Communist guerrilla force, repeatedly spying on military intelligence in urban and rural areas, and murdering a total of seventeen soldiers, police officers, and detectives. After several attempts to apprehend her, the police finally captured her at her home on the 17th of this month. After her arrest, she confessed to her crimes without reservation."

To uphold the law, the Municipal High Court sentenced her to death and executed her by firing squad today at the north entrance of Baishi Street as a warning to others.

This was followed by a so-called "eyewitness account of the execution" from a reporter of this newspaper: "Upon receiving notification from the police, this reporter went to the execution site of Cao today and witnessed the entire execution process… Before the execution, the prisoner smiled, feigning composure, but upon closer inspection, her lower garments were completely soaked, likely due to incontinence caused by fear. After the execution, some curious onlookers removed her clothes and saw that she had also defecated, the stench unbearable, revealing her utter disgrace. It is clear that this so-called 'ever-changing fairy' is nothing more than a coward who clings to life…" Below the first page was a close-up photo of Cao Guizhi's face, almost filling the entire page. This photo was taken when she was first arrested to establish her file. The second page was a full-body photo of Guizhi being supported by two policemen standing in front of a crowd. The third page was another 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 fact, gray trousers would immediately become very dark when wet, making it quite obvious in the photos.

"Chairman Yang, please look at this," 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 it was a special edition of "Begonia," the most notorious pornographic magazine in the area. He casually flipped it open, knowing that this special edition 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 trousers, her buttocks completely exposed.

Yang Kejun pretended to be nonchalant as he closed the magazine, his heart pounding wildly. "Oh, what's going on?"

"Well, this 'Begonia' is a vulgar tabloid. If they publish these photos, no one will suspect the government. Hou Dengkui and I both thought that letting the people see photos of Cao Guizhi with excrement in her buttocks would be more convincing than posting notices everywhere. So I called the editor-in-chief of 'Begonia' and told him to print a large quantity of this special issue and distribute it for free. He doesn't need to worry about the money. What do you think?"

"Ah, good job, you did a good job. It wouldn't be right for your police station to pay for it, you're not exactly wealthy. Write down a number, and I'll approve it for you. Go get the money from the city finance director." Yang Kejun knew that 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 then pounced on the special issue of "Begonia."

The photos in "Begonia" were arranged chronologically to depict the entire process of Cao Guizhi's murder. It included not only photos of her pants being pulled down after her death, but also numerous full-body photos of her naked corpse taken from different angles, as well as close-ups of her genitals. Some photos even showed a man's hands spreading open her buttocks and labia, and each close-up was marked with an arrow pointing to the half-eaten feces stuck in her anus.

Looking at the exceptionally clear female genitalia in the close-up photos, 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 came from all directions to see the heroine they had never met. The thugs of the Green Gang were tirelessly distributing the "Begonia" special issue to the crowd.

Cao Guizhi lay on the bluestone slab, the blood that had flowed all over the ground had dried and turned black.

Her small, white breasts had been ripped open by the Green Gang men, two tiny silk flowers, each the size of a copper coin, were pierced through the center of her nipples with thin copper wires, pressing against her firm breasts. Her lower body had been stripped bare of all clothing; the ropes binding her knees and feet had been removed, leaving marks on her delicate ankles. The thugs had spread her legs to their limit, placing two stacks of mud bricks under her knees to create a "V" shape with her thighs, exposing as much of her buttocks as possible.

Beside her was a grand chair, where Green Gang thugs took turns sitting and watching, preventing anyone from collecting her body, while constantly using vulgar language to remind people to look at the dried feces stuck in the woman's anus.

At first, the thugs 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 did

everything they could to defile her corpse because of her former fame, because this was the last thing her admirers wanted to see.

Cao Guizhi lay quietly, her eyes fixed on the sky, letting her body be displayed naked before people, as if it 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, and 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 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 city's military and police forces.

Among the already skeptical populace, who didn't believe the Fairy of a Hundred Transformations could die, new rumors quickly spread. These rumors had many versions, but the central message was that the Fairy of a Hundred Transformations was alive. The most imaginative version claimed 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 spent the night at Black Dragon Pool when suddenly the pool shone brightly, and the woman who had been shot emerged unharmed from the water, even giving the beggar a silver dollar. The beggar was terrified, thinking he'd encountered a ghost, but when the woman touched his head, her hand was warm. Upon returning home, he discovered the silver dollar was real, not a ghost note, and realized the Fairy of a Hundred Transformations was alive. No matter how strange, unbelievable, or absurd those legends were, the people were willing to listen and reminisce, and without exception, they all believed that the Fairy of a Hundred Transformations would never die.

[The End]

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