Curse of the Beautiful Corpse

The moon hung like a hook, its light as clear as water. Deep ravines stretched out, shrouded in mist, and the faint cries of monkeys and howls of wolves echoed from the mountains.

I was weary from my journey, carrying a book basket and a pack, having traveled for some time without seeing a single
human . This was deep within a dense forest, without villages or inns. I quickened my pace, a bitter smile creeping onto my face,
thinking I'd likely have to spend the night outdoors.

But this wasn't the first time. I could simply find a large tree, climb it, sprinkle a mixture of
herbs and realgar to ward off insects and snakes, and nibble on my provisions—enough to make do for the night, saving my already
meager funds.

As I walked, I habitually touched a sachet in my bosom. It was a gift from Yu'er, skillfully woven from her
hair and silk. In my hometown, legend says that carrying a lover's hair brocade brings good
luck. I, a poor scholar, traveled a long way to the prefectural capital to take the imperial examination. The journey was smooth sailing, and I was almost there, all thanks
to the good fortune bestowed upon me by Yu'er. I secretly vowed that I would demonstrate all my
learning in this examination, pass with flying colors, and return home in glory to marry Yu'er in a grand procession, so as not to betray her deep affection for me.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. After traveling a short while, dark clouds gradually obscured the moon, and the surroundings grew increasingly gloomy, to the point where one couldn't see their hand in front of
their face a light rain began to fall.

"What am I going to do..."

I groaned inwardly. With the rain pouring down, the flint I carried would surely be useless for starting a fire,
and my insect repellent would be much less effective. Not only would sleeping outdoors be far more dangerous, but the rain was also getting heavier. Although I was
relatively strong and not weak, being soaked all night might make me seriously ill, and
missing the imperial examination would be utterly disastrous!

Just as I was at a loss, caught between a rock and a hard place, I suddenly saw a dim, flickering light ahead. Overjoyed, I
quickly followed the light, trudging through the forest, one step at a time.

In the blink of an eye, deep in the dense forest, a brightly lit inn appeared before me. Faint singing and
laughter drifted from the depths of the woods, and the aroma of food and wine mingled with
the scent of women's perfume filled my nostrils, making my heart itch and my stomach pound.

Deep in the mountains and dense forests, a large inn stood right before me—wasn't that strange? Before I could even ponder
this, the rain intensified, pouring down in torrents that chilled me to the bone. It was as if
a curtain had been drawn across the sky, obscuring the moon and the earth, with the faint rumble of thunder.

Where else could I go but this inn? I forced myself to ignore the
eeriness and unease, convincing myself that perhaps a main road or village lay nearby—that made
sense.

Braving the downpour, I traversed the dense forest and arrived at the inn. Only then did I notice
the magnificent Large red lanterns hung on either side of the entrance. Inside, I heard only laughter, boisterous chatter, the sounds of drinking games, the coquettish voices of women
, and the bustling waiter—I could almost smell the scent of osmanthus-scented hair oil, mingled with the aroma of wine and sweat,
an indescribably pleasant fragrance.

A festive and lively feeling washed over me, dispelling the fear of venturing into the dense forest in the rain at night, yet there was also
a strange, incongruous charm.

My gaze fell on the plaque above the door, which bore four characters. The characters, though large, gave a delicate and
graceful impression—"Spring Phoenix Inn.

" "These characters seem to be written by a woman. And the name Spring Phoenix seems somewhat familiar..." I
thought , but could
n't quite place it. After all, I had been engrossed in the Four Books and Five Classics for the past three years, single-mindedly focused, and had neglected many unrelated matters and studies. It was normal that I couldn't recall it.

What worries me now is that this inn looks so luxurious, and staying there for one night must cost a fortune. I'm
afraid that even if I give them all my remaining travel money, it won't be enough. So I'm thinking of either not going in, but just taking shelter from the rain under
the eaves and spending the night there...

"Esteemed guest, please come in..."

At this moment, a soft and charming voice came from the door, and I saw a beautiful woman dressed as a waitress. She
had a towel draped over her shoulder, her sleeves were simple, revealing her fair arms, and her clothes clung to her body. Her breasts were high and
her waist was slender. Her attire was ordinary, but she had a unique charm that made my heart flutter.

Before I could even speak, the female innkeeper grabbed my sleeve without a word and dragged me into the main hall.
In the struggle, her blouse loosened, revealing glimpses of her ample breasts, glistening with beads of sweat.
Panicked, I turned my face away, unable to look, but I couldn't help but overlook one thing—why did she know I was coming in the pouring
rain , and why was she so welcoming to a poor scholar like me, without even a servant or page?

Upon entering the inn, I was surprised to find the hall surprisingly spacious. Soft red carpets covered the floor, and red candles
burned , their light mingling with the glow of embers. A warm, fragrant aroma filled the air. Having endured the cold mountain
winds and been soaked to the bone by the rain, the warm breeze made me feel light and comfortable,
as if I were ascending to heaven.

The first thing that caught my eye was a screen deep inside, covering most of the wall. The patterns on it were
varied and encompassing, depicting scenes of revelry, drinking, and decadence. In one corner, there seemed
to be some rather obscene erotic paintings of men and women, but whether they were real or not was hard to say, and I dared not look any longer.

Suddenly, I heard the clanging of gongs and drums, the melodious sounds of erhu, guzheng, and other string and wind instruments all around the hall
. A woman was singing softly and sweetly, her voice delicate and melodious, like heavenly music!

Maids and courtesans, amidst laughter and whispers, moved back and forth, loudly joking and urging others to drink with the portly merchants, robust江湖人士 (jianghu figures), and wealthy people in
fine . Many men were already
embracing one or two half-naked young and beautiful women, indulging in sensual pleasures. Their mouths and tongues were licking and kneading their full, fair,
smooth , and supple bodies, a sight too shameful to behold.

What astonished me even more were the three largest tables, each occupied by a naked
young woman. Her curvaceous body and smooth, translucent skin, like a freshly peeled egg, were
covered with fish slices, dried meat, and fresh fruit, lying peacefully, allowing men to feast on her.

"Is this an inn or a brothel? No wonder it's located in such a shameful place deep in the mountains. The world
has gone to such extremes..."

I cursed inwardly. Suddenly, a woman in flowing silk robes and delicate embroidered shoes appeared before me, her figure voluptuous.
A bewitching woman with exceptionally full and large breasts, her snow-white bosom particularly alluring, gracefully approached me. Her slightly nasal, cloying voice was incredibly
languid : "Oh! This guest is quite unfamiliar, is this your first time here?" Before I could answer, she
covered her mouth and laughed, her eyes darting around seductively: "It's alright! Whether it's your first time or not, I guarantee I'll arrange everything for you,
so you can have a good taste today!"

I kept my eyes downcast and bowed repeatedly, saying, "No, no, I'm just taking the
liberty of seeking shelter from the rain. I'll leave as soon as the rain stops. To be honest, I'm currently penniless, and even if I sold myself,
I'm afraid I couldn't afford the wine." With that, she retreated to a corner, afraid that her rain-soaked clothes would wet the expensive red carpet on the ground.

The alluring woman's expression darkened slightly upon hearing this. She sized me up for a moment, then suddenly smiled broadly: "Looking at your
handsome , yet with such a timid and cowardly appearance, you're probably a virgin who hasn't yet experienced the pleasures of love, are you?"

Hearing the teasing and mocking tone in her voice, I frowned and immediately replied seriously, "I haven't yet achieved fame or fortune,
how can I have a family? Besides

, the separation of men and women is strictly observed; unless it's a formal marriage, how can I overstep the bounds of propriety!" Unexpectedly, seeing my serious demeanor, the alluring woman burst into laughter
, her body trembling with delight. She then gave me a flirtatious wink, her voice sweet and cloying, like an unmelting syrup: "If you are a virgin, young man,
all expenses in this establishment are free. After a night of passion, there will even be a red envelope as a gift!" "

Where are there virgins? Where? Where?"

"Wow! What a handsome man..."

The words had barely left my lips when two alluring, half-naked women suddenly appeared from either side, their bodies voluptuous and alluring, their figures breathtakingly beautiful.
One of them giggled lasciviously, placing her hand on my neck while her other arm encircled my waist from the left. The other woman
embraced me from the right, her two firm, half-naked breasts, revealing a deep cleavage, pressed against my body. The
intoxicating scent of perfume mingled with the rich aroma of flesh, filling my nostrils. The soft, trembling sensation of her breasts sent
shivers down my spine.

I was instantly mortified, my face flushed crimson, my mind reeling, my heart
pounding, my hands shaking uncontrollably. Suddenly, I felt a light touch on my back—one of the women had taken my book basket from me. Holding the
basket, she giggled and ran into the crowd.

"Give it back to me..." I cried out frantically, quickly breaking free from the other woman and chasing after her. The basket of books contained not only outlines of classic texts
related to the imperial examinations, but more importantly, the scholar's certificate issued by the provincial education commissioner. Without this certificate,
one would not only lack the qualifications to take the examinations, but would also be unable to pass the checkpoints and would be unable to move an inch.

The alluring woman was quite cunning, deliberately choosing to slip into
crowded people. I struggled to push through the crowd and looked up at the scene inside, and was immediately stunned.

It was just a small stage, and in the center of the stage, a girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old was completely naked
, her limbs on the ground, her large, soft, snow-white breasts hanging down her face, her beautiful hair also cascading to the ground, only her round, firm
buttocks were raised high, forming an arched bridge.

Then came a burly, naked man with bulging muscles and a penis as thick as a child's arm. He forcefully thrust his penis
into the girl's buttocks, spreading her tender flesh and pumping in and out a dozen times. After adjusting his position,
he leaned forward, his hands gripping the girl's slender waist, his feet slowly lifting off the ground. Using his iron-like penis as
a fulcrum, he pressed his entire weight onto the girl's buttocks.

The girl, though seemingly alluring and seductive, had clearly trained hard.
Not only did she arch the burly man with her limbs, but she could also sway her waist and rotate her buttocks, gradually causing the man on her to form a "T" shape,
spinning around his penis as an axis, faster and faster, until it resembled a windmill.

I was left speechless, utterly shocked by the lewd scene before me, frozen in place.

After spinning around for over a hundred times, the burly man suddenly roared like a tiger, and hot, thick semen gushed from his crotch, splashing
onto the girl's snow-white thighs. Then, streams of thin, cloudy fluid overflowed from their point of union, leaving messy,
splattered stains on the wooden platform. The surrounding guests howled and cheered.

I snapped out of my daze, realizing that the woman who had taken my book basket was nowhere to be seen. Overwhelmed with
anger shame, and frustration, I couldn't help but shout, "To engage in such lewd behavior in public is utterly shameless and disgraceful! What kind of decorum is this?!"

My gaze fell instantly, and the previously deafening sounds of singing and dancing ceased, leaving the entire hall silent.

I hadn't expected my shout to provoke such a strong reaction. Everyone immediately stopped their commotion and
turned their strange gazes towards me. Startled, I swallowed hard,
about to say something to smooth things over…

when suddenly, a woman burst into laughter, followed by the other women and customers, all pointing
at me and laughing uncontrollably. The whole scene was chaotic and frenzied.

This was so bizarre that it sent chills down my spine. My face paled, my heart pounded,
goosebumps rose on the back of my neck, and my legs trembled slightly. I opened my mouth, unsure what to say. Suddenly,
the burly man who had performed the windmill trick stepped forward and ripped open his shirt.

He was already naked, but this tear split his pectoral muscles open, revealing an empty cavity—
no internal organs, bones, or flesh were visible!

Then, his entire body deflated like air, lying flat and empty, revealing nothing more than a hollow human skin, except for
his still full and erect penis, pointing skyward, complete with flesh and blood!

Looking at the girl kneeling on the platform, all that could be seen was her paper-thin skin. When she raised her head, all that could be seen were her white paper
face dotted with black ink, her eyes sunken and black, and her cheeks marked only with two large red dots of vermilion—clearly
a paper maidservant burned for the dead!

And the white splatter that had previously covered the wooden platform now appeared to be nothing more than tiny, snow-white, wriggling worms!

"Knock...knock...knock..."

Amidst the deafening clamor, a series of
sounds , because I noticed that apart from the couple performing in the arena, all the other male guests had empty eyes.
There were practically nothing inside, not even eyeballs; they were clearly just human skin... And all the
women were deathly pale...

At this moment, amidst the chorus of singing, weeping, and madness, a small piece of tabletop peeled off from one of the tables and floated towards the roof
like burnt paper ash, revealing the stark white interior beneath!

Not only the tabletops, but all the tables, chairs, walls, bowls, chopsticks, cups, beaded curtains, silks, pavilions, and beams... all peeled away layer by layer
from that surface, turning into tiny fragments, all surging towards the roof, like a tide flowing backward,
rushing straight to the sky!

The true face was revealed in an instant; the entire prosperity had
faded

, leaving only devastation, rubble and broken pottery everywhere, tables and chairs scattered all over the ground, all made up of white, gleaming bones, spider webs like curtains in the room, and accumulated dust piled up in countless dwellings. My legs went weak, but thankfully I wasn't so frightened that I collapsed. Just as I was about to turn and run away, I saw that
there were no windows anywhere, only thick, dark walls with faded murals on them. The ceiling was also exceptionally narrow
and low, the air exceptionally stuffy, carrying a strong smell of tomb soil, clearly a tomb or underground palace! Moonlight shone down from some crack, illuminating the eerie scene all around. 　　The commotion gradually subsided, and the paper women and the men in their physical forms slowly retreated to the left and right, then knelt down in two rows before the enormous screen. 　　Two more paper women stepped forward and lifted the screen, revealing a massive stone sarcophagus behind it. Inside was a white jade coffin, its lid half-open, from which a thick, murky sweet fragrance wafted—a cloying aroma that seemed to mask the stench of death, so intense it made the air feel heavy and almost suffocating. 　　Suddenly, the coffin lid fell over, revealing a stunningly beautiful female corpse inside. She had delicate eyebrows and bright eyes, her jade -like skin devoid of any color, her arms like lotus roots, and her long, shapely legs completely exposed. Her chest and abdomen were wrapped in a wrinkled yet supple yellow silk cocoon, which, illuminated by the bright moonlight, revealed her exquisite curves, appearing and disappearing, creating a captivatingly eerie and alluring beauty in the dark tomb. 　　Although I was filled with unspeakable fear, when I glimpsed the female corpse, my mind went blank, my blood rushed to my head, and my face turned red. I felt as if the female corpse was alive even though she was dead, and her silky, alluring eyes seemed to be staring at me with a seductive gaze. My gaze was instantly drawn to her like a magnet, and I could not look away.

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