A Visit to the Underworld

Zhou Zebei had been working all day, his legs aching and numb. After taking a shower, he went to bed early to rest.

The pear wood carved dragon bed in his bedroom had been passed down from his great-grandfather's generation. It was said to have been from a prince's mansion
and would be quite valuable now.

Lying on this precious dragon bed every day, although Zhou Zebei felt extremely uncomfortable, he also felt as if he had absorbed
royal dragon energy, making him feel a cut above the rest.

He lay on the bed with his hands outstretched, trying to drift off to sleep, but then he heard a creaking
noise . Just as he was about to sit up to check, the bed board cracked open with a loud crack, and Zhou Zebei
fell straight down.

"Ouch, that hurts so much! Huh!—It doesn't hurt at all."

Zhou Zebei got up and rubbed his bottom, finding that he was perfectly fine.

"Where am I?!"

Zhou Zebei looked around in surprise. This wasn't his bedroom, but a vast, barren wasteland,
devoid of any vegetation, with only a few scattered lights in the distance.

Zhou Zebei felt a chill run down his spine. This place was too eerie and too quiet; there wasn't even a chirp of an insect, only
his own heavy breathing.

"Could I have stumbled into hell?"

Zhou Zebei was convinced that such a place couldn't exist on earth.

He hurriedly walked towards the direction where the lights were clustered, but after walking a kilometer or two, the lights
seemed to have grown legs and were moving, and no matter how fast he hurried, he couldn't shorten the distance between them.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a car engine starting up ahead. Before Zhou Zebei could see clearly, it sped up
in front of him, almost hitting him.

"Big brother! Someone's here!"

"Let's go check it out."

A rustling sound came from inside the car, and two
men in suits, one tall and one short, both very fat, got out of the old Ford from the last century.

"Who are you?"

Zhou Zebei looked at the two men, whose attire didn't resemble the ghost messengers in novels and movies. "We haven't even asked you yet, and you're already
asking us? Do you even know whose territory this is?"

The tall man, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, glanced sideways at Zhou Zebei. His skin was even whiter than the freshly painted white walls,
and his eyes were mostly white with little black. He wore a black suit, an oversized one, with sleeves
several inches longer than his hands, and shiny square-toed black leather shoes. Both black and white were particularly
emphasized .

Zhou Zebei introduced himself and, as was his custom, began to explain his profession: "My surname is Zhou, Zhou
Zebei, a renowned writer, scholar, senior consultant for a publishing house, and honorary professor at a university."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two men's expressions suddenly changed. The fat man rushed forward and warmly shook his hand, saying, "I really
didn't expect it to be you! We've been waiting for you! Please forgive our ignorance!"

If it weren't for the fat man's bright white teeth and the subtle facial muscle movements, Zhou Zebei would
have thought that a white suit had been casually hung beside him. The fat man's appearance and attire were the complete opposite of the tall man's.

Zhou Zebei, bewildered, shook hands with the two men. "You're really confused, Master Zhou doesn't even know who we
two brothers are."

The fat man pointed to the tall man and said, "He's my elder brother, Mr. Bai. People in the mortal world usually call him Bai Wuchang (White Impermanence).
You've probably guessed who I am."

"Hei Wuchang (Black Impermanence), no, no, Mr. Hei."

"You're half right, Mr. Hei is indeed Mr. Hei, but I think it's not elegant enough, so I changed it to Mr. Mo. This name
sounds doesn't it?"

Zhou Zebei said a few perfunctory, flattering words. The two brothers invited him to get into the car, and Zhou Zebei, since he was already there, decided to make the best of it
and got in.

Once in the car, he discovered that this vintage car was strangely constructed. There were two seats in the passenger seat, so the three of them sat side by side
, but there were no seats in the back.

Mr. Mo explained that this was to reflect the equality of everyone's status, with important figures and ordinary people sitting side by side.

Having started the conversation, Zhou Zebei, full of curiosity, asked, "Your appearances are quite
different 're not carrying chains or soul-reaping hooks. Hey, the material of your suits is better than mine."

Mr. Bai, driving, chuckled, "We always have to keep up with the times, and the underworld is no exception. Look, we
've changed our names too, it's a reflection of civilization's progress."

His face was so pale that his smile carried an unbearable chill.

Zhou Zebei chatted casually with the two for a while longer, but a question gradually arose in his mind. The
view , yet he hadn't seen a single person—no, not even a ghost.

He then asked Mr. Mo beside him about his confusion.

"Speaking of which year this happened, do you remember, brother?"

"You must have heard the story of Sun Wukong's havoc in the underworld. Back then, countless evil ghosts and demons escaped to the surface.
They didn't follow the laws of reincarnation and started searching for people to be reborn on their own. Because they hadn't drunk the Meng Po soup, their evil roots weren't
eradicated, so they died and came back to life, and so on. Most of the evil people in your mortal world now were released back then
."

"Why didn't they capture them back then?"

"That's why we invited you here. You'll understand when we get there."

Mr. Bai answered for his brother, and Mr. Mo added, "Actually, the reason they couldn't capture them all is also because
big ghosts give birth to little ghosts, and little ghosts give birth to even little ghosts, and so on, generation after generation."

Zhou Zebei looked at the empty underworld thoughtfully.

Time has no concept in the underworld. The three drove for an unknown amount of time before suddenly stopping. Mr. Mo reminded
them that they had arrived . The three got out of the car, and Zhou Zibei saw a magnificent stone archway with two characters inscribed on it: "Underworld." At the end,
a line of smaller characters read, "Human face, ghost heart, harming others and oneself."

Zhou Zibei initially wanted to ask about the inscription, but Mr. Bai and Mr. Mo led him inside. He
looked , and the elegant and exquisite architecture finally seemed somewhat familiar.

Occasionally, a few ghosts passed by along the way.

They were indistinguishable from ghosts,
dressed like Mr. Bai and Mr. Mo in modern suits, with normal, rosy complexions.

"We've arrived, Master Zhou, please!"

The three walked straight to the entrance of a large building. It was a magnificent building with a highly modern design,
standing out in stark contrast to the surrounding ancient architecture.

Upon entering the lobby, a very elegant hostess greeted the three of them. Mr. Bai, familiar with the place, led Zhou
Zebei into the VIP elevator, which took them directly to the twenty-fourth floor.

A spacious and luxurious office appeared before them, more
impressive .

"Oh my! This must be Master Zhou! We've been waiting for you! Please, have a seat, please have a seat."

Zhou Zebei was startled by the middle-aged man with a small mustache and a ruddy complexion. The man enthusiastically embraced Zhou Zebei,
hugging him on both sides, more excited than if they were having a secret tryst.

Zhou Zebei solemnly asked, "You must be Lord Yama."

The middle-aged man smiled, with a hint of self-deprecation, and said, "That's an outdated name. The Underworld
reformed and progressed a long time ago, and now it's fashionable to call someone 'General Manager Yama.'"

Zhou Zebei was unsurprised. "Alright, General Manager Yama."

"I came to the Underworld by accident this time. Please forgive me if I do anything wrong."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Bai, Mr. Mo, and Lord Yama exchanged a smile. Their
sudden , as it seemed to imply that they wanted to fry him up and eat him.

After laughing, Yama said, "It's me, oh! It's me, I'm more used to it this way."

Yama paused and said, "I've brought you to the Underworld, Master. There's something I need to discuss. This formality is
really unbearable, haha."

Zhou Zebei, who had been relaxed, immediately sat up straight. Zhou Zebei thought to himself that no matter how lavishly he dressed
, he was still the ruthless Yama, the King of Hell. He just didn't know which of the Ten Kings he was.

"Your Majesty, please speak. As long as I can do it, I will not refuse."

This was a generic answer, implying that if he couldn't do it, it wouldn't be his fault.

Yama nodded in satisfaction and said, "Master, you should have seen this when you came. The scene in my Underworld is
bleak . We don't even have enough money to repair the buildings, and our talent pool is dwindling."

Zhou Zebei thought to himself that the magnificence inside this building far surpassed even the soon-to-be-completed King's Tower in Saudi Arabia
. What kind of logic is this, being broke?

King Yama suddenly glared at him, grinning, and said, "I was referring to the old houses around here, of course. To demolish
those old houses, we need to build new ones first, and that's the money we're short."

Zhou Zebei couldn't help but ask, "How could the dignified Underworld be short of such a small amount of money? There should be a large influx
of revenue ."

"That's exactly the reason!"

King Yama suddenly roared, slamming his hand on the table, showing that Zhou Zebei's question had hit the nail on the head.

"I've lost my composure. The real reason I invited the master to the Underworld is precisely because of the dwindling Underworld tax revenue."

Zhou Zebei thought that even George in the West levied a window tax, and managing a large number of ghosts in the Underworld was extremely labor-intensive.
Using the money from the living offering sacrifices to the dead as taxation was reasonable.

“Every year, Qingming Festival was supposed to be a stable source of revenue for the underworld, especially after an
accident that year, when the income was particularly considerable. But it's all because of this damn civilization! It's utter nonsense!”

“Promoting science, preaching atheism, and trying to eradicate superstition has made mortals increasingly disrespectful of gods
and fearful of ghosts. The money sent during Qingming Festival is pitifully less each year. Alas! Tell me, isn't this king suffering?”

Mr. Mo chimed in from the side, “The old saying goes that money can make the devil turn the millstone, but now only the first half is needed.
What use are we poor ghosts if we have money? People really do become more stingy the richer they are.”

Zhou Zebei remained silent, unable to express his sympathy, unaware that he was
one of the people Mr. Mo was talking about.

"When I get back, I'll definitely mobilize everyone in my family to burn plenty of money during Qingming Festival. I
can ."

"Thank you, thank you, but Master Zhou's family's strength is probably not enough. I want to use your pen to further promote,
uh, further promote the Qingming Festival's sacrificial trend. Yes, yes! This is still a trend in the world today, retro, it's super
fashionable! Fresh and prestigious, it will definitely be loved by fashionable people."

"Furthermore, promote it to the public, preferably to the whole world! Who cares about white or black, as long as they can contribute to the underworld, they
're one of us. Even if the underworlds are different in the east and west after death, we're still family, living together underground."

Yama's eyes gleamed, as if he could see the prosperous and beautiful scene of the underworld in the near future.

Zhou Zebei understood. So, he was interested in his exquisite writing skills. He thought of his
achievements in the mortal world, how many opinions didn't have his ink mixed in and give them a big boost?

He was about to agree, but then very cleverly concealed it.

"After this is done, Master will naturally receive his share of the benefits."

Zhou Zebei raised an eyebrow, saying with a hint of remorse, "What are you saying? It's just a small favor, how could I possibly accept any benefits
?"

"I'll grant Master and his family an extra fifty years of lifespan, no more than a hundred. Please don't refuse, that would be
disrespecting me."

Zhou Zebei lowered his eyelids and said calmly, "We're not tortoises or turtles, what do we need such a long lifespan for?
"

"So, what does Master mean?"

"The most important thing for a person is to live comfortably and wonderfully. It's about living well, it's that simple
."

Zhou Zebei secretly showed Yama the subtle gesture of rubbing his fingers together. Yama slapped his forehead and said, "
I was confused! Such a simple principle, I understand now! Well, one percent, consider it me making
a friend ."

"Thirty percent."

Mr. Bai and Mr. Mo looked at Zhou Zebei with astonishment and disdain at the same time, "Deal!"

Yama revealed his gleaming white teeth, it was hard to tell whether it was joy or resentment.

The two quickly discussed and agreed on a general plan, and signed a contract. Since it was still early, Yama asked Mr. Mo to accompany
Zhou Zebei to see the local customs and culture of the underworld, so he could gather material for his writing.

After they left, Mr. Bai said to Yama, "There are plenty of scholars in the world more learned and cultured than him.
Why did you choose such a good-for-nothing?"

Yama sneered, "Those with real talent are the most arrogant and extremely annoying. He has no talent but a reputation,
and millions of followers. Those two points are enough to make him successful. Who cares about truth or falsehood?"

Meanwhile, Mr. Mo led Zhou Zebei on a leisurely stroll through the streets, introducing the sights and sounds of the underworld. After listening for about
twenty minutes, Zhou Zebei yawned loudly, "Master Zhou, are you sleepy? Let's go ahead and rest. There are still eleven levels of hell to go."
"Take a look, it's quite different from what you mortals have made up."

Seeing his lack of awareness, Zhou Zebei couldn't help but remind him, "It's always good to have a woman by your side."

Mr. Mo immediately understood, chuckled a few times apologetically, and said, "Oh, I see. Master wants to see this,
I understand, I'll take you there right away, please follow me."

Zhou Zebei suddenly became a different person, excitedly urging Mr. Mo to hurry up. The two quickly arrived
at a red-lacquered pavilion, where the words "Daughter's Red" were written, along with a line of smaller characters: "Destined but not fated, a match made in heaven.

" Zhou Zebei asked, "What does 'Daughter's Red' mean?"

"Men, what they love most is that touch of 'Daughter's Red' on the bed."

The air seemed to be filled with laughter, and the two of them simultaneously let out ambiguous laughs. Zhou

Zebei was anxious, eager to see the difference between the pleasures of the underworld and those of the mortal world, and excitedly
followed Mr. Mo into the Red Chamber.

Despite the old-fashioned exterior, the interior was up to the standards of a modern five-star hotel. However, it

wasn't as lively as Zhou Zebei had imagined; there were very few people, just a few women, judging by their figures
, all wearing white masks, leaning, standing, or sitting. While eating sunflower seeds, he merely glanced at Zhou Zebei and his companion
before ignoring them.

Mr. Mo called out, "Is Hongniang here?" A middle-aged woman with heavy makeup emerged from the room
, smiling. She wore a modified cheongsam, her waistline so bulging it looked like two lifebuoys about to burst, and her cheeks,
stained with what appeared to be blood, were a stark contrast. Her mouth was small, revealing only eight teeth when she smiled.

Hongniang said angrily, "Old ghost, you still know how to come!"

Zhou Zebei smiled knowingly; even as a ghost, it seemed romance was still his top priority.

Mr. Mo smiled ingratiatingly and lowered his voice, saying, "Keep your voice down, give me some face. I've brought you
business ."

Hongniang glanced at Zhou Zebei behind Mr. Mo, her
smile .

"Which lady is this gentleman looking for? She looks unfamiliar; is this your first time here?" Zhou Zebei ,

of course, wouldn't tell him that he was a regular at the Eight Great Hutongs in the mortal world.
While it's a fine tradition for talented men to marry beautiful women, he seemed somewhat embarrassed by the matchmaker's directness. Looking around shyly, he said, "
What can I recommend?"

The matchmaker beckoned, and five girls appeared, standing neatly in front of Zhou Zebei.

"Take a look first. If you're not satisfied, feel free to change. We don't have much else, just plenty of girls."

Looking at the five faceless ghosts with almost identical figures, Zhou Zebei smiled awkwardly and said, "I can't see their faces clearly
. What if they don't match my expectations?"

The matchmaker glanced at Mr. Mo without revealing her expression, her eyes filled with disdain. Mr. Mo answered for him
, "These are the rules of the underworld. When you're alive, you might be looked down upon because of your appearance. But here, as a ghost,
no one should look down on anyone else. You must use your heart to see and understand." Zhou Zebei thought to himself, "

I'm not a ghost, so naturally I have to judge by appearances." But he couldn't say it outright; he maintained
the integrity and couldn't embarrass someone directly. He could only mutter it to himself.

"Well then, cough cough, is Miss Pan... Miss Pan Jinlian here?"

He coughed a few more times, as if the name had thorns that hurt his precious throat.

Zhou Zebei thought his words were brilliant, but to his surprise, Hongniang paused for a moment, then burst into a long, unending
laugh. Mr. Mo, constrained by his status, could only shake his head with a wry smile.

Zhou Zebei couldn't understand where he had gone wrong. Mr. Mo explained, "Master, you're late. Such a
beauty would have been reserved long ago. How could she be relegated to this place for us to enjoy? As for which
important person , I cannot disclose that."

Zhou Zebei sighed inwardly, but still refused to give up. He named several more women,
such Yingchun, and Xiaoyu. Mr. Mo couldn't help but advise him, " Master, don't waste your time
. As long as someone has a little bit of looks, no matter how virtuous or chaste they are, even the female generals of the Yang family would have been arranged to go. You should choose from
among them ."

Zhou Zebei was very disappointed. He thought that if that was really the case, then the remaining women would be disgusting . He might
as well not choose them.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, Hongniang blocked his way and said, "Sir, are you playing with us? You've made
the girls stand there for so long, and you want to leave without saying a word? You need to pay for the tea and lost time first."

Zhou Zebei was so angry that his veins bulged. He said, "I haven't even had a sip of water. Why should I pay for tea? They can
start working even if I don't come. Even a toad needs a blind man to match it." The

matchmaker waved her hand, and suddenly a dozen burly men appeared at the door, their eyes glazed over, but their upper arms
were thicker than Zhou Zebei's thighs. "You know our rules here, don't say we're disrespecting you!"

she said, clearly addressing Mr. Mo. Mr. Mo said somewhat awkwardly, "This master is here for the first time,
matchmaker , please don't be shy, I'll pay whatever it takes."

"Three million, I want cash. Don't even think about writing a bad check."

"What?! Three million!"

Zhou Zebei's voice trembled with shock. "Isn't this robbery?"

Mr. Mo tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "These are the prices in the underworld, different from yours, but
it's still quite a lot."

Zhou Zebei suddenly had a bright idea and asked, "Then how much for a girl?"

"About five million." "

Wow! Five million for a girl, but three million for tea? That old hag is really heartless!" Zhou Zebei
thought to himself for a moment, then made up his mind and said to the matchmaker, "Then I'll find a girl."

"Okay."

The matchmaker was about to call up another batch of girls, but Zhou Zebei stopped her and said, "I won't look at them this time. Just find
me one like this."

He described his ideal woman's figure again, and the matchmaker took out the roster and checked it one by one. She
actually found a suitable one and called her up. She had a slender waist and a plump bottom, and most importantly, enough
milk to feed five children. Her legs were long and straight, like two chopsticks standing upright, yet full of vitality. Zhou Zebei was very satisfied after seeing
her and led the girl upstairs to find a room.

"What a piece of trash! I've never seen such a shameless person. Bah!"

"Matchmaker, you're wronging us. Even we ghosts are ashamed of his shamelessness." The two

laughed and cursed below, completely unaware of what was happening inside the room.

He led the girl into the room as if afraid she would run away. Leaning against the door latch, his eyes were
fixed on . Wearing a white mask, he couldn't see anything in her eyes, but her constant hand-wringing revealed her
nervousness.

Zhou Zibei chuckled and asked, "What's your name?"

The girl replied shyly, "My mother calls me Milk Baby."

This name was probably too embarrassing; even as a ghost, she was so ashamed she almost buried her chin in her chest.

Zhou Zibei laughed upon hearing this. "Milk Baby, Milk Baby, what a good name, truly a good name! She lives up to her name, truly
deserving of it, haha."

Zhou Zibei examined the girl carefully, circling her like a work of art. The more he looked,
the more ; his body was burning hot and his throat was parched. Suddenly, he grabbed Milk Baby from behind and hugged her tightly. "Now you ca
n't run away, you're mine."

The girl trembled in his arms, too afraid to disobey him.

"Smells so good, much better than the prostitutes outside."

Zhou Zebei used his sensitive nose to compare the prostitutes in the underworld and the mortal world, drawing his final conclusion
.

His hands had already begun to wander; he'd wanted to for a long time, wanting nothing more than to
strip this little slut naked the moment he entered. Her enormous breasts were her greatest sin.

But he was a gentleman after all, and such a crude act would be indecent.

Pinching the two cherries on the doll's breasts, Zhou Zebei deliberately teased her, saying, "What are these things
? Why are they so hard!"

He squeezed them harder, causing the doll to gasp softly, laughing at him, "You think you don't know?"

"Don't know? You'll only know if you taste them."

Zhou Zebei laughed as he stripped the doll naked, revealing the body he had always dreamed of, brimming with
carnal desire; every part of it possessed the magic to instantly ignite a man's passion.

Zhou Zebei hurriedly stripped naked, and when Wawa saw his thin, chopping board-like
body, she chuckled. Zhou Zebei asked her what she was laughing at. "Do you believe I can lift you up with one hand?
" she said

. Zhou Zebei didn't believe her. He thought that although he was thin, he still weighed about 120 pounds.
How lift him with one hand

? Wawa then made a bet with him. She went up to him, first lifting him up horizontally with both arms, then using one hand
to brace against his back. She actually managed to lift Zhou Zebei up, which startled him, causing him to scream repeatedly. Only then did Wawa slowly
put him down.

"Oh, I forgot you had magic powers. I've been tricked!"

"I didn't use any magic, but I can't tell you why."

"What's the secret?"

Zhou Zebei was eager to know. He wanted to learn this strange skill so he could show it off back home. The doll shook her head and said,
"Knowing it will turn you into a ghost. That's the rule here. Don't ask any more questions."

Zhou Zebei didn't want to lose his life for such a strange and frivolous trick, but he was somewhat disappointed.

The doll poured him a glass of water. After drinking it, he saw the beautiful woman before him and his earlier gloom
vanished. He pulled the doll to the bed.

Zhou Zebei fondled the beautiful woman's breasts, and the little girl's body was flushed from his teasing. But Zhou Zebei felt
something was missing. Looking at the white mask, he suddenly had an idea and hurriedly said to the little girl, "I'll change your name
. Your current name is really inelegant."

"What name?"

"Jinlian."

The little girl chuckled and said, "So you miss Sister Jinlian."

"You know her?"

"Of course I know her. She's a good person. As soon as she arrived, Mother made her the top courtesan. She treats us genuinely well and has no
airs. Unlike those Yang Baguai and Li Kefu, who insist on putting on airs, they still end up serving others." Zhou Zebei only realized after asking that she was referring to Yang Bamei and Li Qingzhao, names

given to them by others behind their backs . 　　"My lord, let me serve you." 　　The little girl, now with a new name, was very sensible. She began to immerse herself in the character Zhou Zebei had created for her. In the mortal world, she would definitely be a natural actress. 　　Jinlian massaged Zhou Zebei's calves, and he mischievously lifted his leg to tickle her breasts with his foot. Her large breasts trembled, and the deep cleavage in the middle attracted him again. He didn't want to lie down and wanted to take the initiative to exercise his power. 　　Although Jinlian's breasts were large, her nipples were only the size of raisins. Zhou Zebei wasn't satisfied with just playing with them, so he sucked on them with his mouth, making the nipples red. He then spread the sucking outwards, and the red areolas and bright red lips were the favorites of men who were bulls in their previous lives. 　　While Zhou Zebei was nursing on her chest, Jinlian secretly lifted her legs and squeezed them tightly around his waist, causing him to bury his face in her chest as if he were falling. Perhaps because there was too little space between his breasts , he had difficulty breathing. Panicked, Zhou Zebei flailed his arms as if he were drowning. Jinlian laughed, loosened her legs, lifted his face, and wiped his sweat, saying, "You choke on your milk, like a child." 　　Seeing her mocking him, Zhou Zebei was furious and determined to teach this woman a lesson. He gripped Jinlian 's breasts as if they were his mortal enemy, squeezing them tightly with his fingers, the excess flesh slipping through his fingers. Jinlian felt excruciating pain but dared not speak. 　　Seeing that she remained calm and refused to beg for mercy, Zhou Zebei's anger burned even brighter. He whipped Jinlian's buttocks wildly , determined to make her beg for forgiveness tonight. 　　Under this cruel treatment, Jinlian's body was covered with numerous red marks of varying depths. Even wild beasts would go mad . Zhou Zebei touched Jinlian's genitals and was surprised to find that the fluid flowing from her vagina was even more abundant than before. He laughed with satisfaction; this woman was indeed born with a slutty nature. Without a word, he grabbed his penis and thrust it into her opening. It 　　was extremely narrow at first, but it was just the beginning. Zhou Zebei felt incredibly comfortable; having such a beauty was truly worthwhile. He was determined to have his fill tonight. 　　Zhou Zebei's thin body appeared somewhat frail against Jinlian's, but his desire seemed to have grown many times over, driving him to relentlessly advance into her cave. Jinlian was a well-trained woman, perfectly understanding men 's psychology. It wasn't about how long he was on top of her, but whether her moans and gasps satisfied him.

Every sob from her trained voice made Zhou Zebei realize his own greatness, and he worked even
harder that field.

During this time, Zhou Zebei felt a growing urge to ejaculate, and anxiously called Jinlian to change positions. He liked doggy
style, so he ordered her to lie face down with her buttocks raised—a position universally acknowledged as the most perfect by men. It showcased
the woman ineffable second face, concealed the shame of female intercourse, and
greatly reduced the difficulty of penetration, making it ideal for a young couple's first sexual experience.

Zhou Zebei marveled at his own quick wit; in such a short time, in bed, he had come up with such a brilliant idea for the sex education of the nation's
youth it was truly worthy of being written down.

The two changed positions several times. Experienced lovers would recognize this as a sign of premature ejaculation. Jinlian,
having been in the sex industry for so long, saw through it immediately, but her earnest performance gave the false impression that Zhou Zebei was a truly
remarkable man.

"Call me Master."

"Master."

"Call me Daddy."

"Master."

"Yes, Daddy, call me!"

Jinlian kept calling for Master, which angered Zhou Zebei, who was in the mood. He whipped Jinlian's buttocks hard,
and this time her cries were genuine. "Master, it hurts."

"You little slut, if you don't call me Daddy, I'll beat you to death."

"No, dolls here can't call other people 'that'."

"You're Jinlian, who allowed you to change your name back? You won't even listen to this?"

Zhou Zebei felt his authority challenged. He firmly believed that in bed, men were kings and women were dogs
. If the king had a will, how could a straw dog dare to disobey?

"I don't care about your bullshit rules. If you don't call me now, I'll beat you to death."

Zhou Zebei's eyes were bloodshot as he whipped the doll's buttocks like a madman, and then grabbed her neck from behind. "
Master, squeak, cough cough."

The doll was almost unable to breathe and managed to utter a few words: "Pa."

"What?"

"Daddy, cough cough."

Zhou Zebei tasted the satisfaction and then released the iron clamp.

He suddenly felt a strong urge to see what kind of face was hidden behind the mask. Taking advantage of the doll's dazed state,
he removed her mask. It was a face as indistinct as a dark cloud, with no visible eyes, nose, mouth, or tongue. Zhou Zebei was
startled by this monster.

At that moment, the room suddenly began to shake, and the teacup on the table shattered. Zhou Zebei immediately realized
this was a sign of an earthquake. He hurriedly put on his clothes and ran outside, completely disregarding his lover in bed. Unexpectedly,
he bumped into someone as soon as he opened the door. It was Mr. Mo, whose face was pale. He said in a panic, "
What have you done? The Earth God is angry!"

Zhou Zebei couldn't remember, and the situation was extremely urgent. The two of them had no choice but to run outside first. The entire
Daughter's Red Garden was in chaos as everyone fled for their lives, their cries deafening.

After Zhou Zebei and Mr. Mo escaped outside, Mr. Bai arrived at the door in his car. The two quickly got
in without saying a word and sped away. “The situation is critical now, there’s no time to talk. Go back first, and don’t forget what you

promised. You’ll benefit from it later .” 　　Mr. Bai drove Zhou Zebei back to where he came from, where the tremors had subsided considerably. 　　Although Zhou Zebei didn’t understand what had happened, he realized he had almost become a philanderer under the peony . 　　“How am I supposed to get back?” 　　Zhou Zebei only wanted to get out of this hellish place as quickly as possible. “You remember everything.” 　　“Yes, yes, I remember! Hurry up and take me back!” 　　Mr. Bai and Mr. Mo exchanged a glance, made Zhou Zebei turn his back, and kicked him hard in the buttocks. Zhou Zebei landed hard, his forehead slamming against the ground. 　　“Ouch! That hurts so much! What are you two doing!” 　　Zhou Zebei looked around. He was still in his familiar bedroom, the night was deep and quiet, and his wife was still lying beside him, only responding to his cries with heavy snoring. 　　Zhou Zebei vaguely realized that he had been dreaming, but the dream was terrifyingly real. 　　Waking up, Zhou Zebei was filled with thoughts and couldn't fall back asleep. He went to his study and started writing. He quickly finished a piece he wasn't entirely satisfied with; authors are never truly satisfied with their work, just like having affairs. 　　"Hey! Xiao Li, I just finished an article about Qingming Festival rituals. It's almost Lunar New Year's Eve, could you send it to me?" 　　A question came from the other end of the phone. It wasn't Qingming yet; wasn't it a bit too early? 　　"Let's get the market out there early. You guys start promoting and hyping it up too. I'll write a few more articles later . Don't you know the trick? Okay, tell Editor Wang to get some experts and scholars to share their opinions, and maybe do a program about it, something like 'The Progress of Traditional Culture.' I'll discuss the details with him later. That's it ." 　　Sure enough, Zhou Zebei's writing style combined with the program's topic had a huge impact. 　　"In this age of civilization and progress, our Qingming Festival celebrations should be like the promotion of paperless offices—we should be civilized and environmentally friendly in our ancestor worship . I propose that from now on, during Qingming, everyone should simply silently recite the names of their ancestors in their hearts. The sincerity is there , and the ancestors will be very happy with what we do. Think of how much traffic and pollution this will save! Don't you agree? " 　　The audience erupted in enthusiastic applause. On stage, Zhou Zebei thought to himself, "To hell with the retro trend! Following the young people is the only way to go. What's the use of having so much money after death if you don't make money while you're alive?"

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