The Myth, Part 1: Good vs. Evil, Episode 1: Demon Slayer

"That was half a month ago..." Huang Zhaigong's hand trembled slightly as he spoke of that day. "In the evening, my

wife and I were enjoying the moon in the back garden. Around midnight, our child suddenly started crying. The maidservant saw
nothing amiss and tried to soothe him to sleep. After leaving for a short while, she heard the child crying again, kicking and thrashing his arms and legs, as if he had been frightened awake
. The maidservant found it strange and hid outside the door. Just as the child had fallen asleep, behind the bed..."

Huang Zhaigong's hand trembled, spilling a full cup of tea onto his clothes. He quickly stood up and apologized repeatedly.

"Amitabha Buddha." The Taoist chanted a Taoist name, his voice calm and peaceful, yet with a subtle tremor,
like the sound of metal and jade resonating.

Huang Zhaigong, completely disoriented, was only brought back to his senses by the Taoist's shout. He slumped into a chair, saying, "My humble abode has modest
wealth, yet I have never forgotten the teachings of the sages, and that generations have performed good deeds. I am over fifty years old and have only one son, who cries day and night
. May I ask, Taoist Master, has he truly encountered a ghost?"

The Taoist wore an apricot-yellow robe, with the Eight Trigrams of Qimen Dunjia embroidered on his chest. A jade hairpin adorned his hair,
and he had long, dark eyebrows and three thick, jet-black tufts of beard. A peach wood sword hung on his back, exuding an air of otherworldly grace. With a dignified air, he
lightly waved his whisk and said calmly, "The mortal realm is only one side. Above is the celestial realm, and below is the realm of ghosts. Within the six directions, gods and ghosts abound
. Each is born with its own energy, and its existence is determined by fate. How can ordinary mortals comprehend the intricacies of their interactions? Those who obtain righteous energy
become immortals and gods, while those who obtain evil energy become ghosts and demons, inevitably causing trouble in the mortal realm."

The Taoist turned to the maid on the ground and asked, "What did you see?"

The maid was only fourteen or fifteen years old, quite pretty, and she looked timidly at her master. A maidservant glanced at the young master and whispered
, "That night, it was Sister Ying'er who was with him. She's already gone home..."

Huang Zhaigong said weakly, "Chuan'er, you tell the Taoist priest."

Chuan'er composed herself and slowly said, "Sister Ying'er said that night she hid outside the door, watching the young master
sleep . Just as she was about to go back to her room, in the blink of an eye, a shadow suddenly appeared by the bed..." The maidservant's voice trembled slightly. "At
that time, the window was still closed. Sister Ying'er didn't know how it got in. At first, it was only as tall as the bed, but when it
stretched, it grew several times its original height. It looked down at the young master, took out a knife, and was about to stab the young master in the chest when it
suddenly turned its head and met Sister Ying'er's gaze... Sister Ying'er saw that its face was blue, and its tongue was hanging down to
its chest ... Sister Ying'er developed a fever that night, and everyone said she was frightened by a ghost..."

Although half a month had passed, the maidservant was still terrified when she spoke of it, and Huang Zhaigong's face also turned pale. For a moment,
the hall was silent. The Taoist priest, however, appeared relaxed. He flicked his whisk, rose, and said, "Let me examine the young
master before we discuss further."

He was quite tall, and his wide Taoist robe flowed gracefully over him, making him seem almost ethereal, as if riding the wind. Huang Zhaigong
had no choice but to follow him, and hurriedly led the priest into the inner courtyard.

Ever since the house had been haunted, everyone was filled with fear. Those with families had all quit their jobs, leaving only a few servants with nowhere else to
go, remaining in the house. The large house was cold and deserted, adding to its eerie atmosphere. In the center of the inner courtyard stood a
bronze incense , still emitting wisps of smoke. Huang Zhaigong sighed, "In the past half month, I don't know how much incense, candles, and paper money have been burned, and
countless bowls of rice water have been poured over it..."

"Rice water and incense are merely to reassure the living. Without Taoist magic, how can one exorcise demons and drive away evil spirits?"

Huang Zhaigong readily agreed. As they spoke, they arrived at the inner courtyard. The Taoist priest surveyed the entrance and followed his master
to the warm pavilion on the south side of the west courtyard. The warm pavilion was divided into two rooms. The outer room was the maids' quarters, and through the beaded curtain, the cries of
a baby .

In the inner room, a cradle sat, surrounded by talismans for exorcising evil spirits. Beside it, a beautiful woman leaned over the cradle
, her face filled with anxiety. A thin, red silk shawl draped over her shoulders, revealing half of her fragrant shoulders and skin as smooth as snow—she was truly
a rare beauty.

Hearing footsteps, she turned around. A ruby, perched on the phoenix-shaped beaded hairpin, swayed
gently , making her beautiful eyes sparkle like cold stars. She sat sideways on a round stool, her figure graceful and alluring, naturally
exuding a captivating charm that even the Taoist priest couldn't help but stare at her intently.

"This is my wife, and this is Master Feng from Shangqing Temple," Huang Zhaigong said, carefully lifting a corner of the curtain. "
This is my son; please take care of him, Master Feng."

Master Feng didn't approach, standing at a distance. He glanced at him for a moment with his left eye, then with his right, remaining
silent . Huang Zhaigong was puzzled but dared not ask, his heart pounding with anxiety. His wife gently tugged at his sleeve and
quietly went to the outer room.

"Isn't this Yuqing Temple? Why is it Shangqing Temple?" "

The servants met him outside the manor. He seems to be a virtuous man, so they invited him here. The master said that Shangqing Temple
is the upper courtyard of Yuqing Temple, so Master Feng's magic must be quite powerful..."

His wife glanced at the master secretly, about to speak, when suddenly they heard a "Hey!"

Master Feng raised his long eyebrows and shouted sharply, "Where do you think you're going!" He strode forward a few steps, flicked his sleeve, and slammed a piece of
yellow paper against the wall. He muttered incantations, took a sip of water from his bowl, and then spat it out with a "pfft."
Imprints appeared on the yellow paper, their color like fresh blood, twisting and turning to form a ghostly face.

The crowd stared in disbelief. Master Feng drew talismans in the air with his left hand, while his right hand conjured a
copper bell thin air, shaking it sometimes lightly, sometimes quickly, in sync with his chanting. The strange chanting was sometimes ethereal, sometimes clear, and not a single
word was comprehensible. After finishing the incantation, he pointed a finger at the ghostly face, then rolled up the yellow paper with a flick of his wrist.

Before the crowd could recover from their shock, Master Feng had already slowly put away his magical implements. The baby in the cradle, startled by his actions, cried
even louder. Huang Zhaigong was both surprised and delighted. He bowed deeply and said, "Master, you are truly awe-inspiring! Has the demon been captured
?"

Master Feng's expression was solemn as he slowly shook his head. "This place is located in the southwest of the residence, a place where the Five Ghosts roam
. The young master was frightened because of this. Just now, it was only a wandering soul, which I subdued with my magic. As for the Five Ghosts..."

Seeing him suddenly stop speaking, Huang Zhaigong hurriedly said, "Please enlighten me, Master."

Master Feng pondered for a long time before speaking, "These Five Ghosts have been causing trouble for many years and have become quite powerful. If I were to subdue them,
not only would I expend a great deal of my magical power, but I'm afraid I would also shorten my lifespan..."

Huang Zhaigong pleaded repeatedly, but Master Feng only sighed and rolled his eyes, refusing to agree
. Huang Zhaigong suddenly had a flash of inspiration and quickly had someone present him with gold and silver, pleading, "This poor family has only one son in two generations. I beg you,
Master, not to hesitate to lend a helping hand. I will never forget your kindness." As he spoke, he knelt on the ground with a thud, tears streaming down his face.

Master Feng hurriedly helped Master Huang to his feet. After hesitating for a long time, he stamped his foot and said, "Very well! I, this humble Taoist, will risk my crippled body to
rid you of these five ghosts!"

Having accepted the gold and silver, Master Feng looked up, his four fingers slightly bent, his thumb swiftly tapping at the knuckles, his
brow furrowing , as if the situation was extremely troublesome. After calculating for a long time, he said in a deep voice, "At midnight tonight, the five ghosts will definitely appear.
When I fight them, the danger will be immense. Everyone must remain in the outer courtyard. No matter what sounds are heard inside,
do not peek in. Remember, remember."

Master Huang hurriedly said, "Someone, quickly take the young master to the outer room."

"Wait!" Master Feng said, "The young master must stay here."

Master Huang's mouth dropped open. Master Feng calmly said, "I just used my innate divine arts to divine the cause. Your son has an unresolved grudge with
the Five Ghosts , which is why he is facing this calamity. If your son were to move to the outer room, the Five Ghosts would surely seek him out. Therefore, he must remain here.
" He raised his peach wood sword and said proudly, "Rest assured, Master Zhai, with me here, I will protect your son completely."

Master Huang rubbed his hands, pacing back and forth in the room, truly reluctant to part with his son. Master Feng, however, turned his gaze and stared intently at the lady
. After a moment, he closed his left eye and scrutinized her closely with only his right. The lady felt embarrassed by his gaze, turned her face away, and revealed her annoyance
.

Huang Zhaigong cautiously said, "Daoist Master's art of observing people is indeed unique..."

Feng Daoren lightly waved his whisk and said calmly, "This humble Daoist cultivates the Six Paths Heavenly Eye; the left eye observes fate, the right eye observes destiny,
past and future lives are all within sight." He cupped his hands in greeting, "May I ask your honorable surname, Madam?"

His wife looked at him in surprise, and Huang Zhaigong quickly replied, "My wife's surname is Mi."

Feng Daoren solemnly examined Madam Mi's appearance and slowly said, "Huang Zhaigong, you are unaware that your son and the Five Ghosts are
sworn enemies from a past life. Since he is related to your wife by blood, I fear there will be many discrepancies during the battle. Therefore, your wife will also
need to stay here tonight."

This time, even Huang Zhaigong looked embarrassed, "This... um... I dare not conceal it..." "My foolish first wife died in childbirth, leaving
behind this child. Madam Mi is my newlywed wife; she and my son are not blood relatives. I implore you, Daoist, to understand
."

Daoist Feng, unfazed, replied, "Indeed, indeed! I see your son is destined for bloodshed, facing
a calamity . So that's how it is, so that's how it is." He tapped the table, muttering a few words, then said, "Then please, Madam
, excuse yourself. This maidservant will suffice."

This Daoist, skilled in demon-catching magic, could predict fate with a single eye, counting with his fingers,
spouting tales leaving the young maidservant mesmerized. She paused for a moment, realizing she was being told to stay,
and cried out in alarm, "Ah!" She was only thirteen or fourteen, and even hearing about ghosts made her tremble; how could she be left here
to wait for five evil spirits to emerge?

Huang Zhaigong breathed a sigh of relief, bowed profusely, and withdrew. As long as he wasn't required to stay and fight the ghost, he didn't care if a
servant girl was eaten by a monster. Madam Mi, holding Hongxiao's arm, smiled and said, "
Daoist Master's supernatural powers are astonishing. You will surely be able to subdue the demon this time. I am powerless to help, so I will not disturb your ritual."

Chuan'er dared not speak, only tugging at Madam Mi's sleeve and weeping. Madam Mi glanced at her sympathetically
, shook her head helplessly, and left the warm pavilion without a word.

The inner courtyard was bustling with activity as people rushed towards the outer courtyard, and soon the surroundings fell silent. Chuan'er
stood to the side, her small face pale, evoking pity. Feng Daoren's eyes were half-open, a faint
glint of light visible within, yet he did not possess the sanctimonious air of his face.

The warm pavilion suddenly seemed to turn chilly. The little maid felt as if the airtight room was
riddled with cracks, letting in icy air that threatened to leap out at any moment.

Master Feng, half-contemplative and half-sighing, said, "Tonight there are no stars or moon; it's the time when a hundred ghosts roam...
"

The little maid's eyes widened in terror, her teeth chattering slightly. The master suddenly smiled, "Are you cold
?"

Chuan'er nodded.

Master Feng leaned back in his chair and said gently, "Don't be afraid. I cultivate the Samadhi True Fire. Come closer, and you
won't be cold anymore."

The little maid timidly approached him, feeling somewhat better, but still unable to stop shivering.
The Taoist looked at her with pity and shook his head, saying, "Poor thing, what if the Five Ghosts appear?" He hesitated
for a moment, then slapped his thigh and said, "Alright, let me infuse you with pure Yang energy!"

At this moment, there was no one else in the inner courtyard. The Taoist Feng mustered his courage, grabbed the little maid, placed her on his lap
, lifted her chin, and kissed her soft, pale lips tightly. His tongue
deftly parted her cool lips, slipped between her teeth, and began to tease her smooth, cool tongue. Chuan'er was
terrified, sitting stiffly in the Taoist's lap, not daring to move.

The Taoist Feng, contrary to his previous demeanor as a Taoist, held the girl's smooth tongue in his mouth and greedily sucked on it.
Chuan'er's breathing gradually quickened, and her stiff body softened little by little.

After a while, Master Feng released the maid's mouth and laughed, "What a pretty little maid, indeed, your tongue is fragrant...
Have you been taken by your master?"

Chuan'er looked up blankly. She only felt that the Taoist's arms were warm and she felt very safe. However, that breath of yang energy
was a bit too long, making her head feel a little dizzy.

Seeing her naive and easily bullied, Master Feng unceremoniously reached out and took one of her small breasts,
kneading it through her clothes. He thought to himself, "Having missed out on that beauty from the Mi family, taking this little virgin's virginity is a good thing."

Chuan'er's face gradually flushed. She was still ignorant about matters of the heart, but being touched like this by a man
felt inappropriate. She lowered her head shyly and whispered, "Master..."

Master Feng said seriously, "Are you still cold?"

Chuan'er hesitated for a moment, "No...no, I'm not cold anymore."

Master Feng said sternly, "My Great Luo Immortal Palm is incredibly effective. After I've massaged your entire body, you won't have to worry about the Five Ghosts coming
out!"

"...How will you massage me? Like this?"

"How can this be?" Feng Daoren scolded, "This is just clothing. Has any immortal energy touched you
? Those five evil spirits are the most cunning and vicious. If you miss a spot, they will bite you!"

With that, he snorted coldly, released his grip, and raised an eyebrow, saying, "My Great Luo Immortal Palm is not easy to cultivate, and I never grant it to
others easily. Today, seeing that you have a connection, I have generously used my immortal technique. If you don't want to use it, that's fine with you
. But don't blame me if you get bitten on the hand by an evil spirit."

His words, a mix of bluff and deception, terrified the little maid, who cried out, "This servant is willing, please, Daoist Master, save
this servant!"

Daoist Feng feigned indifference, only ignoring her when the maid was in tears. He then coldly sneered, "Why aren't you taking off your clothes
?"

Chuan'er quickly removed her clothes, unbuttoned her undergarments, and removed her bodice
, revealing her fair and tender body. Daoist Feng's eyes lit up. Forgetting his pretense, he took her small, pink breasts and cupped them in his hands. Chuan'er sat on his lap,
thrusting her breasts forward for him to fondle. She felt both shy and frightened, only wishing he would finish quickly. But the Daoist's hands
pinched and twisted her breasts, never moving elsewhere.

Daoist Feng wore a lewd grin, a smile of triumph. However, his previously elegant and refined demeanor, now softened by the
lewdness, made him seem somewhat endearing. He pinched Chuan'er's two tender red nipples and lewdly said, "Has Chuan'er
always served the young master?"

"This servant used to serve my grandmother."

Feng Daoren immediately perked up. "Your mistress's breasts look quite substantial. Just how big are they
?"

Chuan'er blushed and gestured. Feng Daoren's eyes widened as he looked at the size she was showing with her hands.
He couldn't help but squeeze the round breasts hard in the air and exclaimed

, "Fuck!" He immediately composed himself and asked seriously, "When did you see them?"

"When this servant was bathing the mistress..."

"Bathing? You've seen her body?" Before the maid could answer, Feng Daoren's eyes immediately opened and
closed repeatedly, unleashing his "Six Paths Heavenly Eyes".

"Hmm...it seems...no! Maybe...um...that's it!" Feng Daoren suddenly opened his eyes, "White Tiger
!"

"White Tiger?"

Feng Daoren coughed, leaned over, and said with a serious expression, "Does your wife have no hair down there
?"

Chuan'er nodded blankly, "How did you know?"

Feng Daoren laughed heartily, thinking, "A born slut! A born slut! With a little sculpting, she can be
quite ." He recalled Mi Shi's soft and beautiful figure, and his heart burned with desire. His "Six Paths Heavenly Eyes" gleamed with lust,
as if he could see Mi Shi gracefully removing her silk robe in front of him, her jade legs slightly parted, revealing a smooth white tiger, smiling and waiting for
him to play with it...

However, recalling Mi Shi's expression at that time, Feng Daoren couldn't help but mutter to himself. Compared to Zhai Gong's enthusiasm, Mi Shi
was quite indifferent to him. After all, he was not her own flesh and blood, so it was not her place to be anxious, but the mockery in her eyes
was intriguing.

Feng Daoren looked up, thinking to himself that he possessed an otherworldly appearance, a divine demeanor, was eloquent, and highly skilled in magic. He
had captivated countless women with his words and laughter, so how could she possibly look down on him? Oh well! Now that he had caught the ghost, he wouldn't leave in a hurry
. With a little trickery, he wouldn't have to worry about that beauty not submitting obediently. Feng Daoren's face shifted between solemnity and lewdness,
his expression constantly changing. Thinking of his triumphant moments, he couldn't help but chuckle foolishly.

"Daoist Master..." the girl called softly, growing increasingly frightened.

Feng Daoren snapped out of his reverie, coughed, and said, "Take off your lower garment."

02 The

baby, exhausted from crying, bit her finger and fell into a deep sleep. The entire inner courtyard was dark, except for a
sliver of light shining from the warm pavilion in the southwest corner. A pretty little maidservant lay naked on the ground, shyly raising her pink buttocks. The Daoist, with a
solemn expression , roamed over her body, finally stopping at her clean, white bottom.

Master Feng gently massaged the smooth little bottom of the girl's buttocks, then spread his palm and
slid the cleft. The girl's buttocks were incredibly soft and supple, the elastic flesh gripping his fingers so tightly that he could barely feel them moving
. Suddenly, his fingertips felt a softness, touching a small opening. With a slight pressure, the little maid
trembled .

Master Feng released his fingers and continued to probe downwards. His fingertips brushed past her perineum, touching two soft, tender lips,
the narrow crevice between them even softer than the cleft. As his fingers entered her private parts, the girl involuntarily squeezed her legs together, her body trembling
slightly .

Seeing that the little maid had been fooled by his sweet talk, obediently sticking out her buttocks and handing over her unseen private parts
to him, not daring to move, Master Feng couldn't help but chuckle to himself. He unceremoniously parted the cleft,
teasing the two soft, creamy lips. The maid's legs trembled uncontrollably. Beneath her snow-white buttocks, a large hand
rummaged and teased, soon its fingertips becoming wet with her juices.

The time was right. Feng Daoren pulled open his Daoist robe, kicking off his shoes, preparing to take her virginity first. He had all night
anyway ; after taking her virginity, he might as well have a passionate lovemaking session, making his day
's efforts worthwhile.

Feng Daoren slipped on his shoes and spread the maid's buttocks again to examine them. The slit was already open, vaguely revealing
a red, moist vulva inside. The young maid lowered her head in embarrassment, her voice barely audible, "Daoist Master, may I
get up now?"

"No." Feng Daoren touched her tender spot, solemnly saying, "You have another vital point here. I will use
my magic to protect it. There will be slight pain later, but it's alright. Just endure it for a while, and you'll be free from
all evil influences..."

Feng Daoren spoke carelessly, hastily unbuckling his belt. Just then, the tightly closed door suddenly opened, and a gust of
cold wind rushed in. The young maid was facing the doorway. She raised her face, and her snow-white buttocks trembled violently,
a stream of water shooting out from her secret place.

Feng Daoren had just unbuckled his belt when this sudden change occurred. He quickly pulled his robes to cover himself, grabbed his peach wood sword with his right hand, and
shouted , "What kind of demon are you! I am here! Surrender now!"

With a "thud," like the cracking sound of bones striking the ground, a terrifying shadow appeared in the doorway. Its
body was a riot of colors, making it impossible to discern what kind of monster it was. Its shoulders were level with the doorframe, its arms almost touching the ground,
the ends of which were neither palms nor claws, but rather clusters of withered branches resembling tree roots. Then, a gigantic head floated down from above the doorframe, hovering
in the air. Its face was round and bulging, its mouth and nose painted on, the color of indigo as if dyed in a dye shop. Only one eye, the size of a fist, was visible on its
entire face, and a bright red tongue dangled from its black lips, constantly twitching.

The little maidservant fainted without a sound. Feng Daoren, holding his trousers in one hand and a peach wood sword in the other,
stared wide-eyed at the monster, mouth agape, then suddenly screamed, "A ghost!" and leaped out of the window like a rabbit
, taking off running.

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

Following Master Feng's instructions, Huang Zhaigong and his family waited in the outer courtyard. Everyone was on tenterhooks
when they suddenly heard a frantic shout from inside, causing them to recoil in fright. Anxious for his son, Huang Zhaigong wiped away a cold sweat and said, "Don't be afraid,
Master Feng's magic is powerful; he can definitely, definitely subdue the demon… Who was that shout just now?"

A family member replied, "It sounded like that Master Feng…"

"Ah?" Huang Zhaigong's jaw nearly dropped.

As he spoke, Master Feng darted out of the inner courtyard like a whirlwind. Tall and thin, he was now hunched over,
clutching , yet he ran incredibly fast. If it weren't for the Bagua (Eight Trigrams) printed on his open Daoist robe, no one would recognize this
disheveled fellow as the divine master he once was.

Master Feng's whisk and wooden sword were nowhere to be found. His face alternated between pale and flushed, filled with utter panic. Reaching the doorway
, he leaped, one shoe gracefully arcing across the threshold, only to trip over it and
fall hard with a thud. Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Master Feng scrambled to his feet, ignoring the
scrape , and ran frantically, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Ghost! Ghost! Run!"

"Master! Master!" Huang Zhaigong cried out repeatedly, but Master Feng paid no heed. Huang Zhaigong couldn't catch him
; he only managed two shouts before watching helplessly as the venerable, otherworldly figure
vanished .

Huang Zhaigong hesitated for a moment, then suddenly remembered, "My child! My child is still inside! Quickly, rescue him!"

The group looked at each other, none daring to step into the inner courtyard. Huang Zhaigong steeled his heart and
went into the inner courtyard himself. But as soon as he stepped onto the steps and reached the threshold, his legs went weak. Even Master Feng had been driven out by the ghost
, so it would be pointless for him to go. Huang Zhaigong collapsed to the ground and cried, "My son..."

Just then, a servant ran in from outside, shouting, "Master! Master! This servant has brought a great
monk !" He ran to Huang Zhaigong, panting, and said, "Master asked me to go to Yuqing Temple to invite Master
Gu. I happened to meet this master outside the town, and fearing you would be anxious, I invited him first."

First, a Taoist priest was invited from outside the village, and now a monk was invited from outside the town. One Taoist priest had already caused his child's
life to be in danger; if a monk came, wouldn't his family be ruined? But in this urgent situation, there was no time to worry about anything else
. Huang Zhaigong vaguely saw a figure and rushed over, crying, "Master, save me—" Huang Zhaigong's crying
stopped abruptly. No wonder his family had described him as a "senior monk"—he was indeed quite old, at least seventy or
eighty , with a wrinkled, dark, and dry face, the wrinkles deep enough to trap flies. The master wore straw sandals and
a tattered robe covered in dust, a straw rope tied around his waist, and a staff made of bamboo that looked burnt
, half broken and seemingly about to snap at any moment. A white jade pot, however, hung from his waist, sparkling and
lovely .

Even the Taoist Master Feng possessed an air of otherworldly elegance and imposing presence; this senior monk, if not for the ordination scars on his head
, would have looked like a beggar on the street. Huang Zhaigong immediately gave up hope.

"My son…" Huang Zhaigong turned away and wailed, ignoring the senior monk completely.

"Amitabha," the monk chanted a dry Buddhist prayer.

A family member whispered, "Master, the house is haunted right now. A Taoist priest went to catch it
, but he got beaten up and lost his shoes."

The monk lowered his eyes and slowly said, "It's not a ghost. It's a monster."

The depths of the courtyard were pitch black and eerily quiet. The monk's wrinkles remained unchanged as he said in a hoarse voice, "
There's a bloody smell in the house."

The family members didn't dare approach the inner gate and stood at a distance. The monk tightened the straw rope around his waist, picked up
his staff, and slowly stepped through the gate, heading straight for the inner chamber.

The door to the inner chamber was wide open, and it was deathly silent inside. The monk stepped into the room, paused for a moment, and then went into the inner room.
A cradle was still gently rocking inside, but there was no sound. The baby's head and face were wrapped up, and
a gleaming dagger was stuck in its chest; it was clearly dead.

The monk turned his gaze and saw a bed against the wall, a red veil hanging low, revealing half a naked female body beneath.
The woman's upper body remained inside the veil, her pink legs spread wide, her genitals showing a bloody hole as if pierced by a massive object
. Her white abdomen swelled like a ball.

The monk slowly lifted the veil with his staff, a glint of insight flashing beneath his half-closed eyes. Inside was only half a corpse;
the woman was headless and shoulderless, a huge wound running diagonally across her chest, covered only by a pool of blood. The flesh at the wound
was jagged and raw , as if torn apart and gnawed by a wild beast. One breast had been bitten in half, the other white and erect
, still intact. A pink nipple stood quietly erect, just as it had in life.

The monk gently pressed it; the corpse was still soft, the skin still warm, but the nipple was as hard as
a stone.

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

As night deepened, in the pavilion overlooking the pond in the back garden, a beautiful woman leaned against the balustrade, gazing absently at
the water. Lost in thought, she didn't notice a dark shadow creeping closer behind her.

The shadow slowly approached the pavilion, its enormous head suddenly flying up, silently detaching from its body, swaying in
the air until it reached Mi Shi's face. Mi Shi turned around in surprise, her eyes meeting the grotesque, ghostly face; its
protruding tongue almost touched her cheek.

Startled, Mi Shi trembled, then became angry, raising her hand to slap the ghostly face. With a snap, the face
flew away, seemingly weightless.

"Are you trying to kill me!" Mi Shi scolded, turning her head away.

"Hehe..." The monster chuckled softly from its chest, then split in two, revealing a slightly
frivolous, handsome face.

The boy removed his disguise, and the monster lay sprawled on the ground—a pile of bamboo strips and colorful leather.
He stood on stilts, no wonder he was taller than the doorframe, and his footsteps made a clattering sound. His demonic claws were simply
two withered tree roots. The boy picked up the ghost's head and tossed it, his left leg executing a graceful flick, sending the head tumbling into
the grass —it was a lantern.

The boy, trying to impress the lady, showed off his skills, but Madam Mi ignored him. He could only force a smile and say, "Sister guessed
right. That Taoist priest was indeed a fraud. I waved the lantern, and he jumped out the window and escaped faster than a rabbit
."

Madam Mi scoffed, "He claims to be able to see past and future lives, yet he can't even tell if the little one and I are mother and son
. Only Master would believe him."

The boy laughed, "Sister, guess what that Taoist priest was doing when I went in?"

"What was he doing?"

"That Taoist priest used some kind of trick to trick Chuan'er into stripping naked and lying on the ground, letting him touch her
buttocks . When I went in, the Taoist priest was taking off his pants. If I had been a step later, that swindler would have broken Chuan'er's virginity
. Hehe, when Chuan'er saw me, she was so scared that she peed herself and fainted without a word."

Madam Mi snorted, "Men are all the same." Then she became suspicious, "You were gone for so long, did you
take advantage of Chuan'er's body?"

The boy grinned and said: "I knew I couldn't hide it from you, sister..." Seeing the anger on Madam Mi's face, she quickly said, "Chuan'er
was so scared she fainted, and she was naked. I was afraid someone else would benefit from her, so I deflowered her. But I only penetrated her
a few times," the boy said with a lewd grin, "If you don't believe me, feel it, it's still hard."

Madam Mi pinched him hard, "You're always eyeing what you don't have, tell me, how long have you been eyeing her?"

The boy groaned and made a bitter face, "How can that little girl compare to you, sister? Be gentle, sister, I..." " We'll
keep it to serve you."

A faint smile appeared on Madam Mi's lips as she tapped his forehead with her slender finger. "I'll spare you this time. By the way,
what about that little thing?"

The boy gestured and whispered, "It's already been absolved, sister."

Madam Mi smiled charmingly, her expression utterly alluring. "That old man's health was failing, declining day by day.
Having a child was harder than climbing to heaven for him. If he died, all his wealth would have flowed through his fingers to that little thing.
It's a pity his ancestors weren't blessed; they were killed by a demon." "The Taoist priest said this is a karmic debt from a past life, and no one else is to blame."

The young man lowered his eyes and smiled, "Master Huang is heartbroken over the loss of his son, and I'm afraid he won't live much longer. When that happens, sister, please don't forget me
... Look, it's still hard here."

Madam Mi smiled and said, "What does it matter to me if it's hard there?"

The young man picked up Madam Mi's slender foot and caressed it in his hand, chuckling softly, "I did this for you, sister,
what will you give me in return?"

Madam Mi leaned against the railing, her eyes alluring, "What do you think?"

"Give me that wet little fleshy hole between your legs, sister."

The young man lifted the beautiful woman's long skirt, pressed down on her soft and beautiful body, and began to undress her. Madam Mi's silk robe was slightly
parted, revealing a green bodice underneath. The young man pushed aside the bodice, and a pair of white, full breasts immediately sprang out,
trembling and bouncing incessantly in his hand. The young man cupped the plump breast in his hands, lowered his head, and took the nipple into his mouth,
sucking on it vigorously.

Mi Shi's starry eyes were half-closed, and she let out a soft, seductive moan. Her two snow-white legs arched,
gently . The young man released the nipple, flicked it with the tip of his tongue, and chuckled, "Sister's nipple is hard now."

At this moment, everyone in the outer courtyard was on edge, huddled together, and
a great commotion was raging. But in the back garden, all was silent; even the incessant chirping of insects had suddenly ceased.

Inside the waterside pavilion, Mi Shi's robe was half-undone, and her nipple, now twice its size, stood erect on her breast,
gleaming . She pushed the young man away, scolding, "Stop fooling around, hurry up..." Before she could finish speaking,
she suddenly widened her eyes, staring in terror at what was behind the young man, revealing utter fear.

The boy turned around in surprise. A gigantic maw descended from the sky, two rows of gleaming teeth flashing as it bit down on his head .
With a crisp snap, warm blood rained down. Mi Shi's snow-white breasts were instantly splattered with blood.
She covered her mouth, watching helplessly as the gigantic maw bit the boy in half at the chest, then with another, it pulled the mangled corpse from
between her legs and swallowed it whole.

The monster had no nose, no eyes, only a blood-soaked maw floating in mid-air, trailing
a tuft of serpentine limbs that writhed and twisted in the air, swirling with layers of black mist. The maw extended a thick
tongue, licking its lips with a lingering satisfaction, then gave the beautiful woman on the chair a sinister smile.

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

The monk raised his staff and slowly waved it above his head. Countless invisible black wisps of energy lingered in the room, now
gathering and flowing into an inconspicuous black stone at the tip of the staff. The staff was divided into nine sections, half of which was
charred black. Eight bamboo tendrils formed a spherical finial, with a black stone embedded in its center. As demonic energy
flowed in, the black stone occasionally shimmered faintly.

Having absorbed all the demonic energy from the room, the monk slowly walked towards the back garden. Although the demonic energy was faint along the way, the black stone didn't miss
a single trace, absorbing it with each flash. Seeing the "ghost head" thrown in the grass, the monk's gaunt face
remained expressionless as he went straight up the steps.

The pavilion was empty; blood was splattered everywhere—on the ground, chairs, and pillars. A red silk ribbon was soaked in the blood,
one end draped over the railing, fluttering gently in the night breeze.

The monk sat cross-legged, his staff resting on his knees, his right hand on his chest, fingers slightly spread, his left hand pressed down
as if gently rotating an invisible sphere. The ripples in the pond paused for a moment, then surged in all directions, finally settling
in one spot, moving against the wind. The ripples began to appear, growing larger and larger, gradually even causing the half-dried blood on the ground
to sway gently. One wave after another rose, carrying a strange rhythm, which, upon closer inspection, seemed
to subtly resonate with a person's heartbeat.

The night breeze carried a gentle breeze, indifferent to the stench of blood within the waterside pavilion, while the red silk ribbon, disregarding the wind direction, billowed against it,
pointing southwest. The remaining demonic energy flowed into the void between the monk's hands, circulating within them. As the demonic energy
increased, it slowly revealed its color, like a hazy gray sphere spinning rapidly in the monk's hands.

Gradually, vague shadows emerged from within the sphere: barren mountains, withered grass, a stream, dried thorns… The gray
shadow grew larger and larger, finally revealing an ancient tomb. The crumbling tombstone was half-buried in the yellow earth, behind which lay a
dark , bottomless opening.

A clamor of voices arose from the side gate, growing ever closer. The monk let out a low shout, and the churning demonic energy instantly dissolved into a
clear, empty mass, vanishing completely with his command. As the family members cautiously entered, Lianyi and Hongxiao had already
subtly changed direction.

Seeing the monk there, the family members grew bolder, shouting in disarray, "What is this?
"

"Damn it, who painted the lantern like this?"

"Why is there so much blood? Great monk, how are you?"

"This is the lady's shawl! Lady! Lady! Great monk, have you seen the lady?"

Huang Zhaigong fainted twice. First, he saw his son's corpse and immediately fainted. When he woke up, he heard
from his family that his mistress had disappeared. They had only found a red silk shawl in the pavilion in the back garden, and the pavilion was covered in blood. It seemed that she
was probably dead. Huang Zhaigong's vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground.

When he woke up again, the monk was sitting by the bed, and a withered hand was placed on his forehead. He withdrew his hand, dryly
said, "Amitabha," and got up to pick up his staff.

Huang Zhaigong looked ten years older. Half of his body was numb, and he was weak all over. He was still clear-headed and knew that
this monk had saved his life. He barely managed to touch the monk's robe, his mouth trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word
.

The monk stared coldly at him, and after a long pause, said in a hoarse voice, "This old monk will do his best."

Huang Zhaigong, tears streaming down his face, pounded his head against the pillow, deeply grateful. The monk lightly fluttered the hem of his robe and turned to leave.

03

Upon entering the mountain, the surrounding scenery was drastically different. Although it was still summer, it
felt like late autumn; the trees and grasses were withered, devoid of any green. A small stream flowed along the western side of the desolate mountain, and the vegetation beside it was equally
dead, devoid of any life.

The monk stepped across the stream, and a fallen, withered poplar seemed to come alive, its roots suddenly coiling and binding his
right foot. The monk stamped his foot and shouted, "Break!" The tree root, as thick as a child's arm, snapped in response, and the withered branches twisted on the ground
before turning to dust.

More and more trees stretched out their branches, like a colossal demon with countless arms, attacking the
monk, who was as decaying as they were. The monk's thin figure remained as steady as a rock, slowly walking through the frenzied withered branches.
Piles of white bones were exposed beneath the tree trunks

"Huh?"

The monk raised his staff to block a fallen, withered pine tree when a bullet suddenly shot out, shattering the tree
into pieces.

"Such heavy demonic energy."

A crimson shadow swept overhead, twisting in mid-air before landing lightly on the ground.

Sensing the arrival of new life, the wasteland grew even more frenzied, even the deeply buried grass roots sprouting from the earth, forming
an endless net that engulfed the two. Before the newly arrived girl could react, the monk raised
his staff , thrusting it back into the ground, and shouted, "Break!"

An invisible ring rapidly surged from beneath the monk's feet, instantly engulfing the entire wasteland. The flying
withered branches fell to the ground, returning to their previous stillness.

"Master, what powerful magic!"

The monk turned around. Beside him stood a girl in scarlet robes, holding a small crimson bow,
a jade-green silk sash tied around her waist, and a leather pouch hanging at her side. She looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a delicate and lovely face, and skin
more supple than that of ordinary women, faintly radiating a clear luster.

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

A cool, sticky liquid fell onto her face, carrying an indescribable stench that seeped into her skin, flowing deep into her bloodstream
. Mi Shi trembled as she awoke, her mouth and nose filled with a strong, fishy stench. She opened her eyes and saw a huge
mouth , its thickest part higher than her head and wider than half her body. Yet, there was only this enormous mouth;
the surrounding area was empty, devoid of any substance.

The mouth suddenly opened, revealing two rows of sharp teeth, and a childlike, thick tongue protruded. Translucent sticky
liquid rolled from between the teeth, dripping onto Mi Shi's beautiful yet terrified face.

"Don't eat me..." Mi cried out in terror as the tongue landed on her body.

The enormous mouth didn't seem to intend to devour her yet, but instead licked her body with relish, scooping up
the still-wet blood. Its tongue was cold and sticky, covered in rough particles. The long tongue dragged
across her, as if peeling off a layer of skin, revealing Mi's blood-splattered breasts, which rolled, leaving a dazzling trail of white.

The monster grinned, seemingly laughing, its thick tongue coiling around the base of her breasts and lifting them upwards. Mi's round breasts were
bound into a ball, swollen as if about to burst, and her body was pulled up. With a movement, she realized
she was lying on a spherical slope, the surface of which was soft and sticky, her hands, feet, and waist seemingly
swallowed by the sphere, sinking into it.

"Who's crying?"

The tongue wrapped around her breasts suddenly released, disappearing along with the gigantic mouth. A soft clanging of metal came from the darkness
, and a majestic voice said, "Is that you?"

Terrified by the monster, Mi cried out upon hearing a human voice, "Save me!"

The voice arrogantly replied, "I never save people!"

That haughty tone gave Mi a glimmer of hope, and she cried out desperately, "Just let me go
, I'll agree to anything! Gold, silver, land..." Remembering that the person before her was a man, she tried her best to feign
a seductive smile, "If you like, I can also..."

After a moment of silence, a burst of laughter suddenly erupted from the darkness, "The defeated have no conditions! Only
obedience !"

Fear gripped Mi's throat; she bit her lip in despair, letting out a mournful cry like a dying kitten.

"Woman, your crying isn't sorrowful enough, your screams aren't pitiful enough."

A faint, eerie light appeared in the distance, then another. More and more lights merged into one,
brightening the surroundings. The light was fluid, countless tiny flames, smaller than candlelight, flickering and merging,
their gaps revealing only endless darkness.

She found herself in a vast, empty hall, flanked by massive stone pillars, their tops pierced by a cluster of eerie light
that vanished into the darkness. Before her stood a imposing figure, clad in a menacing suit of armor. The edges of his helmet
, shoulder guards, elbows, knees, and even the outer sides of his boots were covered in sharp spikes. His face was hidden beneath a bronze mask,
the steel plates of his armor gleaming with a dark red light, exuding a bloodthirsty aura.

Mi Shi didn't know who he was, nor why the monster had abducted her. As long as he didn't devour her, there was still
a hope. Seeing his gaze fall upon her bare breasts, she shifted, her snow-white breasts swaying wantonly
. Suddenly, she felt a tightness beneath her. Startled, she turned her eyes and saw that most of her body was embedded in a fleshy mass .
Upon closer inspection, she realized that the black, sticky flesh was actually countless soft limbs, and further down, she saw a gigantic
mouth. Realizing she was lying on a huge mouth, Mi let out a piercing scream.

A cold voice came from behind the mask, "Have you ever heard the saddest cry, the most painful scream, the most vile
moan?"

"Ah!!" A scream echoed throughout the hall. The utterly heart-wrenching cry pierced the soul, causing even Lady Mi to tremble
involuntarily .

A graceful jade-like body descended from the air, her fair hands bound by iron chains as thick as a child's arm. Her
clothes , leaving only a few pieces of brocade clinging to her waist, the intricate
patterns embroidered in gold thread on the white fabric faintly visible. Although her delicate body was half-naked and disheveled, her fair skin and slender figure still revealed her indescribable
nobility and beauty.

A shrill voice came from the air, "By order of the Great General, Lady Rou'an is to enter the camp to serve the Emperor."

The woman lowered her head, tears streaming down her beautiful face, glistening faintly
before disappearing into the dim light of the hall.

A long, black whip lashed through the air, striking the woman's fair back with a spray of blood. Amidst
her agonizing screams, a shrill voice sneered, "Rou'an has defied orders. The General commands
that she be pierced and displayed to the public."

Two invisible hands gripped her smooth legs, forcing them apart to reveal her delicate vulva
. A cast-iron rod reached in, pressing against her opening, and mercilessly pierced her abdomen. The woman's mournful cries echoed through
the hall , then suddenly stopped, her legs frozen in mid-air.

The rod paused for a moment, then suddenly rose, her soft vulva gripping it tightly. After a few moments of convulsions,
a gush of blood erupted. Blood dripped from her abdomen, staining her fair legs crimson. The woman
kicked wildly, her elegant face contorted in pain, her body writhing and wailing in the air. A piercing scream, like
a knife slicing through porcelain, cut into her eardrums.

Mi Shi felt a chill run through her body, her limbs limp and powerless. Suddenly, a soft sob sounded beside her, though
gentle, it carried boundless sorrow.

A young girl lay prostrate beneath a stone pillar, her slender body appearing like a fragile flower branch compared to the massive stone
. Her waist-length hair was black and glossy, cascading in a fan shape. Her white robe had slipped down to her shoulders, revealing her snow-white shoulders trembling
slightly , as if suppressing a sob. She clutched her lower abdomen, lifting her face; her beautiful face was almost
translucent white, her eyes tightly closed, blood mingling with tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, leaving long streaks on her jade-like cheeks.

The shrill voice rang out again, "By order of the Great General, bestow upon Ulan Shi a cup of medicinal soup."

The girl choked back sobs as she took the jade cup, swallowing the blood-and-tears-mixed soup little by little. Soon after, she
clutched her abdomen and rolled on the ground. Suppressed sobs escaped from the girl's delicate lips, filled with
boundless sorrow. Moments later, a streak of crimson blood seeped from the white fabric between her legs, rapidly spreading.

"Ugh—" the girl cried out in anguish.

"Ulan blinded herself and concealed her pregnancy. The General has ordered her to abort the child and be sent to the barbarian camp to reward the troops."

Blood gushed from the girl's lower body, her face filled with despair.

"General…" a soft, seductive voice came from behind a pillar.

Suddenly, countless naked women appeared in the hall. They circled the stone pillars, some lying down, some standing,
some in twos and threes embracing each other, holding various sex toys, kissing, caressing, and manipulating each other's genitals. In an
instant, the hall was filled with gleaming skin and intoxicating fragrance. Countless beautiful, snow-white limbs rose and fell like
waves of lascivious flesh. Countless beautiful orifices were simultaneously penetrated by sex toys, their seductive cries echoing endlessly. The utterly
lewd scene made even the still-shaken Mi Shi blush and her heart pound.

A beautiful woman crawled to the center of the hall, her snow-white buttocks raised high, her hands spreading open her vulva to reveal a dripping
opening, emitting soft moans as if summoning something.

A large dog appeared behind her, its long tongue licking inside her snowy buttocks before expertly
pouncing on her back, its blood-red, immature penis thrusting straight into her honeyed orifice. The woman arched her plump, white buttocks, welcoming the dog
's penetration, turning her head to kiss the dog's tongue trailing on her shoulder, occasionally letting out wanton cries.

The dog was enormous, and the woman beneath it resembled a soft, boneless mass of plump, snowy flesh,
trembling with each thrust, gushing out streams of honeyed fluid from the point of their union. Mi Shi was not a chaste woman, but
this was the first time she had ever witnessed such lewd behavior as human-dog intercourse. The woman was nearly thirty, but her skin was smooth and fair, clearly that of
a pampered noblewoman; who would have thought she would be so wanton? Judging from the practiced movements of the woman and the dog, it was clear this wasn't their first time mating
.

The woman seemed tireless, frantically responding to the dog's thrusts, her honeyed orifice like a spring, gripping
the thick powerful root, constantly gushing out warm fluids. The fluids soaked the dog's fur and smeared her smooth, white
buttocks. Her plump buttocks, covered in sticky fluid, dripped with honey-like nectar, becoming even more alluring.

The woman's cries gradually rose, her snowy buttocks arching back, allowing the dog's penis to penetrate even deeper. The dog roared, pressing her round,
white buttocks into a hollow, its powerful root throbbing within her honeyed orifice, ejaculating its hot semen inside her.

After the large dog left, the beautiful woman remained lying on the ground. She panted for a moment, then spread her buttocks apart,
revealing her vulva, ravaged by the beast's penis. She gasped, "This bitch, Yu Le Shi, has served the general's beloved dog. I beg the
chief to examine her."

Her buttocks were red from the dog's impact, her vulva swollen and engorged. Her vulva seemed to be
opened as if by an invisible hand, revealing the tender, red flesh inside. Turbid white dog semen mixed with vaginal fluid overflowed from her vulva, dripping
onto the ground between her legs. The hand pulled out a handful of dog semen, examined it, and then flicked it onto the beautiful woman's buttocks.

A shrill voice said, "The general has ordered that tomorrow, King Yule will travel north to present his captives, and Lady Yule is to perform a skill before the banquet.
"

The beautiful woman pressed her hands to the ground and kowtowed, saying, "This bitch obeys."

The voice softened slightly, "Lady Yule, the general has ordered that as long as you give birth to puppies for the general's beloved dog,
you will be released to reunite with King Yule."

The beautiful woman's lips twitched, then she smiled seductively, "This bitch is willing to serve the general's beloved dog for all eternity."

"That's for the best..." An invisible wind blew by, and the voice drifted away into the air. The beautiful woman suspended in the air,
impaled by iron bars, the girl weeping by the pillar, and the jade bodies writhing inside the hall, all vanished like smoke in the wind
. Only the dark red armor remained, and Lady Mi, whose limbs were bound by a demon, with only her breasts exposed.

"This servant... is willing to serve the general..." Lady Mi said in a trembling voice.

The soft limbs wrapped around her waist unfurled like a tide, revealing the woman's smooth, hairless lower body. The general raised his right arm and brought...
The armored hand grasped the plump, jade-like mound, emitting a low chuckle, "It's a white tiger..."

Without removing the armor, he simply extended his finger and forcefully thrust it into Mi Shi's body. The armor was
exquisitely , with fine scales covering the back of the fingertips. The general was tall, and the thickness of his armored fingers
was comparable to that of an ordinary penis. Mi Shi felt as if an iron stake had been pierced into her lower body, the pain so intense that tears welled in her eyes, yet she dared
not utter a sound.

Soft limbs wrapped around Mi Shi's calves, pulling her legs apart and raising her buttocks, completely exposing her private parts
. Mi Shi's skin was extremely fair, her snow-white buttocks exposed between the rolling, slippery, soft limbs, like a
floating jade wall. Her genitals were completely hairless, making them even more white and alluring. Between her thighs, a peach-like, tender jade vulva
swelled slightly, a slit opening in the middle revealing melted, sugar-red, moist flesh. The general's large
, cold, and hard fingers were inserted into the center of her flesh.

Mi tried her best to be seductive, moaning through her nose, her vagina tightening and loosening as if a small mouth were swallowing and releasing
the general 's fingers. Unfortunately, his fingers were covered in thick leather armor, so he might not be able to feel the pleasure within her.

His fingers were pulled out with a "pop," and her tightening vagina loosened, letting in a rush of cold air
. Mi shivered involuntarily, her face turning deathly pale. She had originally been a concubine of Grand Tutor Kuang in the capital, but the first wife disliked her for being too seductive and
secretly dismissed her. She had married Huang Zhaigong, who had been widowed years earlier, as his second wife.

Although Huang Zhaigong didn't possess the same power as the Grand Tutor's mansion, he was still incredibly wealthy. Mi had intended to
settle life as a concubine. She knew that what mattered most was having a son; although Huang Zhaigong had a son, he wasn't
her biological child. After Huang Zhaigong passed away, he might just throw her out again. Although Huang Zhaigong was not extremely old,
his health was failing rapidly. She was single-mindedly desiring an heir, and her demands in bed became excessive. Within six months,
Huang Zhaigong could no longer satisfy her.

In March, Mi went to a temple to pray for a child and met a young boy playing Cuju (an ancient Chinese
football game). They exchanged glances and quickly became lovers. Mi originally intended to conceive through a surrogate mother, but the young man was deeply infatuated with her and, being perceptive, gradually became
reluctant her.

The young man devised a plan: he would pretend to be a ghost to scare the infant to death. Huang Zhaigong, having lost his child in his old age, would inevitably fall ill and
die. Then, with his vast wealth, Mi could take a husband into her family, and the two could live together forever.

The boy, disguised as a ghost, caused widespread panic in the household. In his anxiety, Master Huang ordered his men to summon Master Yunhe from Yuqing Temple to
exorcise the ghost and demon. However, the family brought a fake Taoist priest who, after a series of elaborate charades, failed to capture the ghost and instead was frightened away by the fake one
. Taking advantage of the situation, the boy raped Chuan'er and killed the young master. Just when he thought he had succeeded, a real demon appeared. The boy was swallowed whole by

the demon, and she too was trapped in its lair, her fate unknown
. The surreal scenes she had just witnessed had terrified her; the cries and
screams . She didn't know if the general was human or a demon, but regardless, all she could do was submit
and use her body to please her master.

Mi's clothes were already torn off, so there was no need to remove them further. Her jade-like breasts swayed gently, revealing their white, lustrous
flesh sometimes closed tightly, sometimes slightly parted, like a bewitching little mouth, glistening with a reddish sheen, wriggling and moving.
Mi flaunted her allure, but the general's cold mask revealed no expression. Her teeth chattered slightly, filled with both fear
and pleading for him to rape her.

The general made a gesture, and the soft limbs wrapped around Mi's arms suddenly loosened. Mi was startled for a moment, then quickly
grasped one breast with one hand and reached down to her secret place with the other, pinching the small clitoris and kneading it eagerly, letting out seductive
moans.

Her tender secret place deformed under her slender white fingers, soon becoming slightly moist. Mi's fingers probed
into her honeyed orifice, stirring with soft, squelching sounds, her eyes filled with seductive allure as she gazed at the general. A drop of vaginal fluid trickled from between her fingers, landing
on the soft, swaying limbs beneath her buttocks. The limbs immediately began to writhe wildly. Terrified, Mi Shi
dared not move her fingers, which remained inserted inside her.

The general stood two feet in front of her. Suddenly, his armor shifted, revealing a thick, long object
. Mi Shi's beautiful eyes widened, her rosy lips agape, as she stared in disbelief at the penis
emerging relentlessly , like a ferocious spear, thrusting straight towards her between her legs.

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