Huancheng Deep - Kapitel 63
[Dynasty Storm: Cold Treatment 1]
“Peerless Prime Minister, let’s get this straight first: you are a prisoner,” Youming said, squatting down and laughing.
Yu Zhou kicked Zhun aside and analyzed, "Please understand this: since you mentioned I'm the Prime Minister, you should know my power and status. You, Youming, aren't fools; you should know what you'd gain by kidnapping me. Furthermore, I'm not a puppet to be manipulated." He stood tall and proud, his black pupils gleaming, his jade-like face flawless. A wise smile always graced his lips.
Youming sneered, "Hmph, all you do is talk. I'll show you what hell on earth is." Youming grabbed Yuzhou's wrist and pulled him up effortlessly.
The clanging sounds echoed incessantly, and Yu Zhou's body trembled involuntarily. You Ming forcefully grabbed Yu Zhou's fair wrist, without a trace of gentleness.
The autumnal atmosphere in the sky suddenly turned fiery hot, with crimson light shooting upwards. The walls were covered in black soot, and peeling plaster was slowly falling away. The sound of knocking echoed as the plaster continued to fall.
"Hmph, clever Prime Minister Yu, do you know what they're doing?" Youming pushed Yu Zhou to the front and asked.
Inside a huge cave, everyone was shirtless, sweat pouring down their faces, constantly striking and testing each other with great force. Each fusion of fire and water sparked and crackled, each sound more intense than the last.
"Did you see them? The masks they're wearing?" Youming whispered, close to Yu Zhou's earlobe. "Those masks were put on while they were still hot after they were forged. They can never be taken off. Once they're taken off, the skin on their faces will be torn off, and blood will start to gush out, drop by drop, until they're completely drained. But they wore those masks willingly. Do you know why?" Youming suddenly hugged Yu Zhou from behind, holding him tightly. Her warm breath reached Yu Zhou's ear without missing a beat.
Yu Zhou didn't answer, but his body trembled slightly, all of which You Ming observed. He sneered, "The reason is simple. They are all farmers, farmers born and raised here. They have no homes, no money, not even wives and children. But who caused all this? It was the war, those rulers—no, those arrogant nobles. They forced these people into a corner. I am ruthless, I admit it. Everyone in the martial world knows how ruthless I, You Ming, am."
Yu Zhou unconsciously began to feel dizzy. The intense atmosphere caused him to sweat profusely, the sweat trickling from his forehead to his dry lips and soaking his entire cheeks. His hands also began to slowly tighten.
"I, Youming, kill with a sword, but doesn't the Emperor also kill with a high-sounding reason? We both killed, so why is the Emperor innocent while I am utterly wicked? Tell me, our learned and talented Prime Minister Yu, Yu Xuanyuan, tell me!" Youming roared. His long arms held Yu Zhou's waist tightly without leaving any gap.
Even with a slight gasp for breath, Yu Zhou was in great pain. His delicate brows were tightly furrowed, his deep, bright pupils contracted repeatedly, and a thin layer of sweat covered his upturned nose. His breathing became erratic as his mouth opened and closed.
"Hmph, you can't answer me either. The emperors have killed countless people. What were their thrones built upon? Piles of bones, the accumulation of thousands upon thousands of wronged souls. If we're talking about great demons, the demons of this world should be the emperors. They are the ones who deserve to die. They hold the power of life and death, able to bring people to life or take them away. Their power is the death warrant for these people. I can tell you honestly, I have never used force to recruit my subordinates. They all joined willingly." Youming calmed himself down and spoke slowly.
Yu Zhou, forcing herself to remain calm, asked, "Hmph, you're such a pathetic wretch. You don't even know what you're doing. You've killed someone and you're still trying to justify yourself?" Although Yu Zhou was shocked by his words, she was capable of reason. Even if the emperor held the power of life and death, wasn't what he did exactly the same as those emperors?
"Do you think you're a savior? Do you think you're so merciful? You're ridiculously naive. Everyone joined voluntarily; no force was used. Youming, aren't you just deceiving yourself? If using imperial power to kill is still killing, isn't using swords also killing? You're just making excuses for yourself. You're launching a pointless war; you're no different from those emperors—equally greedy and bloodthirsty." Yu Zhou gasped for breath, his breathing labored.
"No, Yu Xuanyuan, you don't understand the whole story at all. You have no right to comment on me. In fact, you are just like those emperors—cold-blooded and ruthless. The person in the world who has the least right to say I'm wrong is you." Youming held Yu Zhou tightly and pushed him aside.
"I may be ruthless, but I will not kill innocent people indiscriminately!" Yu Zhou said, supporting himself.
"Is that so? Then I'll have to take a good look." Youming grabbed Yuzhou with his large hand and forcefully dragged her to another place. A cruel smile involuntarily crept onto Youming's lips. "Not killing the innocent indiscriminately," what a fine phrase. This sentence would make Yuzhou a nightmare, a nightmare she could never escape.
[Dynasty Storm: Cold Treatment 2]
"Take this," Youming handed over a small knife, its cold light piercing Yu Zhou's eyes with its sharp, white blade. "Youming, what do you want to do?" Yu Zhou looked uneasily at the silver mask, which had no eyes, only cold iron.
"Youming, my name is Gui, don't forget. You'll need this knife." Youming spoke quietly, shoving the knife into Yu Zhou's hand, then opened a large door and shoved Yu Zhou inside.
After locking the door, Youming smiled wickedly and said, "Yuzhou, you'd better make a move. Otherwise, these two men are both under the influence of aphrodisiacs. Either have sex with them, or you should stab them hard with the knife. Remember, aim for their hearts."
With a 'bang,' the Netherworld mercilessly sealed off the last exit as well.
Yu Zhou saw two men bound by ropes, their eyes filled with lust. Their heavy breathing, accompanied by various panting sounds, made Yu Zhou look like prey. Those two pairs of eyes, red-rimmed and filled with lust, reflected Yu Zhou's image.
Their strong arms began to struggle, and the thick rope could not restrain these two beasts at all. They couldn't wait to pounce on Yu Zhou, and the rope was also becoming increasingly fragile. Yu Zhou knew what You Ming was going to do.
She tried to force the door open, but the sturdy door stood there motionless.
Yu Zhou's face began to flush, her misty eyes filled with unease as she nervously looked at the two men in the corner. What should she do?
"No!" Yu Zhou whispered. The two men had already untied the ropes. In their red eyes, all they could see was Yu Zhou's lithe figure and her incredibly slender waist.
"Yu Zhou, aren't you going to kill them yet?" A cold voice came from outside. Yu Zhou closed his eyes, forcefully pushed the two men away, cornering them against the wall, his hand touching the dagger. But did he really have to kill them? The two almost crazed men tore open their clothes, suddenly standing up, their heavy breathing relentlessly advancing towards Yu Zhou, inching closer, tearing, pushing, pulling. Yu Zhou's clothes were already mostly torn off, their lustful eyes locking onto Yu Zhou's smooth collarbone, inch by inch, revealing a fair complexion tinged with a faint pink, alluring to everyone. The sensual frame stirred the desires deep within the men's hearts.
Yu Zhou had been maneuvering for a long time. Her originally tied-up black hair now hung down, and her bangs covered her eyes. Her red lips gradually turned white. Yu Zhou no longer had the strength to continue. Beads of sweat slowly flowed down her black hair to her temples and clung to her cheeks. Now, Yu Zhou's eyes were glazed over, exuding a captivating charm and an indescribable mix of allure and embarrassment.
One person grabbed Yu Zhou's hand, while another pounced on him, biting and nibbling at his neck. Yu Zhou felt a chill; he was only wearing his undergarments. If this continued, he would be discovered. Yu Zhou twisted his body forcefully and kicked the man away.
However, another man kept holding Yu Zhou's shoulder. Yu Zhou picked up the knife beside him and made a deep cut. The man released Yu Zhou in pain, and Yu Zhou quickly ran to a corner.
A hiss of pain brought the man back to his senses, but it didn't give him the upper hand. They gazed greedily at Yu Zhou's exposed skin, a pink like cherry blossoms. Her exquisitely beautiful face, streaked with sweat and tears, her long, disheveled hair, and her dazed eyes—all were a test. A test of their desires.
Youming stared intently at everything inside the room, his ten fingers turning white, his long, slender fingers unknowingly digging into the stone bricks. He would relax at times, but then breathe heavily, appearing utterly dejected. It was clear he was very tense.
"This time you can't escape." The man leered at Yu Zhou. Yu Zhou, pinned beneath him, looked extremely unwilling, biting her lip, her clean teeth tearing at it, unaware that this was also a deadly temptation. Yu Zhou's undergarment was ripped off, her fair arms exposed to the air, making her golden vest stand out starkly. Yu Zhou closed her eyes; having endured for so long, she was already exhausted. She fiercely pulled out a dagger and accurately stabbed it into the man's chest. "Thump!" The man's pupils widened, and he fell to the ground like a feather. Crimson blood began to spread, splattering onto Yu Zhou's face, making her even more alluring.
Droplets of blood scattered everywhere, and the viscous bloodstains continued to spread in Yu Zhou's palm. The other man, however, was not afraid and moved even closer to Yu Zhou. Yu Zhou thrust again with great force, and the man fell gracefully to the ground.
Yu Zhou's dagger fell to the ground along with the man. Yu Zhou's eyes suddenly became empty. Blood-red viscous fluid splattered all over Yu Zhou's face and his black robe. However, the blood was slowly absorbed and eventually disappeared. Yu Zhou slumped down and looked at his palm with a cold smile.
Youming suddenly felt a sharp pain. He regretted it. He saw Yuzhou lying in a pool of blood. The blood-soaked Yuzhou exuded a cold arrogance, his beauty tinged with a murderous aura. Even the air seemed to grow heavy.
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[Dynasty Storm: Escape]
"Prime Minister Yu, do they qualify as innocent as you claim?" Youming opened the door. Yu Zhou leaned against the wall, his unique, cold demeanor radiating a chilling melancholy.
"Are you satisfied now?" Yu Zhou looked at You Ming, his voice hoarse. Like a broken doll. Heartache... a deep, aching heartache.
The ultimate beauty was tinged with the color of blood, and the bloodstains that gradually spread seeped into Yu Zhou's face, making his snow-white skin look shockingly red.
Youming remained silent, trying to help Yuzhou up, but Yuzhou pushed away the large, calloused hand, stood up unsteadily, and began to cough violently from his flushed face.
Coughing, Yu Zhou clutched his chest and staggered forward. His blood-stained hair slowly dried. His heart grew cold.
The blood on her palm had congealed, as if telling a story of evil. "Yu Zhou, you killed someone. Yu Zhou, you actually killed someone." Yu Zhou smiled bitterly. Were her hands stained with blood too? Too bad, they were already stained with blood. How many people in the business world had been driven to their deaths by her? She didn't care anymore, she didn't care about anything anymore.
"Do you feel powerless?" By the well, Yu Zhou numbly wiped his hands, moving slowly like a soulless shell. A ghostly voice suddenly rang out.
Yu Zhou sneered, "Powerlessness? I've always understood that." Yu Zhou knew what powerlessness felt like—the feeling of being utterly helpless, like crying out to heaven and earth without getting help. She was all too familiar with it.
"Yu Zhou, look at me." You Ming grabbed Yu Zhou's chin, making him look into her eyes.
This time, Yu Zhou did not resist. He said blankly, "You Ming, you don't need to waste your energy. I know better than you what it feels like to be worse than dead, because that's what I'm experiencing right now."