Astrology Hall with Flesh and Blood

Chapter 44

The sharp gaze she emanated seemed to pierce straight into his inner world.

“You don’t know,” White Tiger replied casually, “a pig has to be fattened up before it can be eaten. Simply taking a life is not classy enough. My principle is to capture the soul and the heart as well.”

“I don’t believe it!” Dolly cried out, her eyes filled with the unwavering determination of a fanatic. “Then you didn’t need to send me here at all!”

Once he has taken her body and soul, he will reveal his killer's true colors, and Dolly will suffer the same blow, she will die—it's clear that Baihu disobeyed Wanli's orders and changed the location of the attack to this place. It seems as if Baihu deliberately arranged for her to meet her mother, Yang Chunxia. No, Baihu doesn't want to simply kill her; he is acting according to his own plan, outside of Wanli's reach.

"White Tiger, what is it that you really want?" This was the question that lingered in her mind.

He calmly exhaled a deep breath from his lungs. "Pandora's box!"

“From the day I accepted Miss Wan’s commission, I realized that I had opened Pandora’s box. After I spread fear, panic, sorrow, pain and death to you sisters, what is left inside? Hope?” His eyes were full of confusion. “I’m not sure. The only thing that’s certain is my own desire.”

“I want to find out the source of the force that drives all of this—as for how many people will die in the process, I have never cared about that.”

“Only the truth is my belated eighteenth birthday gift to you.” He took a deep breath and shouted, “Happy Birthday! Don Dolly!”

Dolly excitedly covered her small mouth; she was no longer afraid—just as she had promised the White Tiger, she would still believe in him even if it meant going to hell—she rested her head on his broad shoulders, her nostrils filled with the scent of male hormones that intoxicated her. She closed her eyes, letting his hands roam over her neck, carrying a slightly hazy fragrance—her whole body was completely relaxed.

“That’s it.” Baihu’s words seemed to possess a magical power, resonating magnetically in her ear, “Use your life to exchange for the truth behind it,” he gradually channeled power into his hands, the force increasing, “I love you, I can’t bear to see you suffer…”

A faint, flower-like smile bloomed on Dolly's lips, for his belated confession, for his eventual confession. She leaned softly into his arms, unable to see his eyes or hear the strange, sorrowful tone in his voice. His last words were:

"You died knowing nothing... You are so happy that it drives me crazy..."

Volume 3: The Sheep's Song from Hell Records (Part 20)

He lay in the luxurious jacuzzi beneath the mosaic mural, turning off the showerheads that shone from eight directions. At this moment, he needed to be alone, lying quietly. A bottle of red wine stood on the leather chaise lounge—a bottle of Lafite worth over two thousand yuan, only one five-thousandth of the total collection in Wan Jia Wine Cellar.

Wan Li has loved Lafite since she was a child, not only for its smooth and mellow texture as it is pushed, pulled, and rolled on the tongue, and for the rich floral and fruity aromas that unfold with each swallow, but also for the name it carries. "Lafite truly deserves to be called the queen of the wine kingdom," she said with a proud raise of her eyebrows, "It is worthy of my status."

Yes, Wan Li was not only the princess of the Wan family, but also the empress, a unique queen. There was nothing she couldn't get if she wanted it. This applied to things, and it applied to people; she firmly believed this.

A cruel smile curled at the corners of his mouth, a smile that distorted his once handsome face, and every pore exuded a sinister and eerie aura. He raised the wine, as red as a virgin's blood, and poured it down his chest. A scarlet trail, like a path of blood, formed on his chest as the wine meandered down his body, spreading in the water.

It spread out like blood vessels, baring its fangs and claws.

He grinned, a silent smile spreading across his face. The red in the water grew deeper and more intense, as if a wound had been inflicted on him, its surface radiating a steady stream of blood. He sank into the bathtub, contentedly soaking in the blood-like water. He squinted, exhaling bubbles infused with alcohol into the air.

This is his reward for completing the task.

He couldn't help but feel sorry for Don Dolly. Poor girl! Perhaps even on her deathbed, she still deeply believed he loved her? He had deliberately misled her, telling her, "I hate being embraced by a woman I don't like," thus giving her that sliver of hope. But that statement didn't mean:

"The woman I embrace is the one I love."

The difference between disliking and liking someone is enormous, almost like heaven and earth. Of course, he didn't dislike Donnie Yen; otherwise, he wouldn't have so easily taken her to bed. The more accurate statement would be that he had a slight interest in her.

He had a slight interest in every woman who died at his hands.

Wen Jiali was out of the question; she was only twelve, her body barely developed, and besides, he wasn't a lolicon—so he simply played the role of a kind older brother, sweetly sending her on her journey to death. Next was fourteen-year-old Li Fuli. The first time he saw her through his sunglasses, he almost stopped in his tracks. Li Fuli looked almost identical to Wen Jiali, only noticeably two years older. Interesting! His palms were sweaty, a fire burning within him. From this moment on, he truly changed his plan, luring her from the orphanage to his secret hideout, skillfully interrogating her about everything she knew. Once he had everything he could get, he coldly killed her, burying her body deep in the mountains. Just in case, he also disfigured her face with sulfuric acid. As the acid mist rose, for some reason, two hot tears streamed down his face.

Then came Chen Aili. He used the same trick, not only luring her to his apartment to live together, but also taking advantage of her body and soul. The third victim, the third similar face, only this one was clearly two years older—on Chen Aili's beautiful yet slightly immature face, the faint shadow of Wan Li from twenty years ago flickered. The reason he set fire to the bodies was to burn everything that could be used to trace their identities, including their faces, fingerprints, and DNA. Of course, he had already persuaded Chen Aili to steal photos from the orphanage; she was an orphan, and photos were scarce. When he had everything prepared and finally committed the heinous act, one question inevitably lingered in his mind: Were they all Wan Li's illegitimate daughters? Or was there more to the story?

Finally, of course, was Tang Duoli. Seeing his former victim appear before him with the face of an eighteen-year-old filled him with excitement and agitation. "She" was endless; after eliminating the eighteen-year-old "her," wouldn't a twenty-year-old "her" appear next? How many people would he have to kill before it was the thirty-six-year-old Wan Li's turn? He guided her to uncover the truth while ruthlessly seizing her heart and body. Though somewhat despicable, it led him to discover a crucial truth:

Although Chen Aili and Tang Duoli look similar in appearance and physique, they are by no means the same.

He initially had a near-science fiction-like idea: could these girls be clones of Wan Li? But after comparing them, he immediately dismissed the thought. The subtle physical differences were obvious, and he was certain that plastic surgery couldn't achieve that effect. They were indeed pure-blooded sisters, he thought.

So, are Tang Duoli and the others really Yang Chunxia's illegitimate daughters and Wan Li's illegitimate sisters, as she claims?

He stood up, the bright red, diluted liquor trickling down his muscles like the blood flowing from Dolly's body. Wearing only a towel around his waist, he walked out of the luxurious bathroom, larger than an average person's living room, while drying his hair with a towel.

Wan Li was waiting for him in her wheelchair.

Upon seeing his beautifully sculpted and muscular body, Wan Li immediately straightened up from her curled-up position, her greedy gaze roaming over him, scrutinizing every part from his head, chest, strong waist and abdomen to his well-proportioned thighs, as if she wanted to devour him whole. Bai Hu, however, remained unperturbed, calmly continuing to dry his hair.

"Hehe..." Wan Li deliberately puffed out her still high and full breasts, letting out a seductive laugh, "How was the two thousand yuan wine bath?"

“Not bad,” White Tiger replied indifferently. “If there weren’t any thirsty old ladies peeping at me, I believe I would have enjoyed it even more.”

At that moment, a sharp glint flashed in Wan Li's eyes. However, she quickly concealed her displeasure and continued to smile charmingly:

"Heh, you've been under my watchful eye the whole time, yet you still wash so leisurely... You're not so simple after all!"

"Of course!" Baihu turned around, one hand on his hip, a gesture that further accentuated his almost naked physique. Despite Wanli's intense gaze, he showed no embarrassment, instead speaking with a calm and self-satisfied tone:

“First of all, it won’t hurt me to look at you a few times; secondly,” his smile was so handsome that it almost made Wanli vomit blood and die, “I consider myself the second most handsome man in the world. Apart from one person, no one can match my face and figure. Even if you use a magnifying glass to look for me, you won’t find any flaws.”

"The second most handsome?" Wan Li subconsciously licked her tongue. "Who has ascended to the first throne?"

“Of course it’s Dad!” White Tiger smiled proudly at her. “But he definitely wouldn’t like your type.”

Volume 3 Hellish Records: The Sheep's Song (Part 21)

His extremely rude words did nothing to sway her pride. Beneath that beautiful face, meticulously sculpted with countless designer cosmetics, surged an uncontrollable lust, an insatiable fire that burned Wan Li's face bright red.

"In my opinion, you're the only man worth my time." Wan Li's eyes were alluring, making it hard to believe she was old enough to be the mother of the man she was seducing. "You're not just attractive on the outside, you also have a frighteningly handsome, wicked charm. You kill with exceptional efficiency because you have no conscience, no morals, and naturally, you never feel remorse or toss and turn over in bed for no reason. Moreover, you not only don't care about other people's lives..."

She paused meaningfully, then chuckled. Only that laughter betrayed her age, making her seem prematurely aged and sinister.

"You are willing to give away your own life and your own body without a second thought."

"Are you referring to me sleeping with Tang Duoli?" Baihu replied without changing his expression. "I'm sorry, I don't possess the virtues of a saint—I've never had the awareness to sacrifice myself to complete a mission."

A cold glint flashed in Wan Li's eyes. Her fingers gripped her thigh tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

“Compared to the nearly forty-year-old, withered and faded Miss Wan, I admire the fresh and tender Tang Duoli more, like a lotus emerging from the water.” As soon as he uttered this shameless and sarcastic remark, Wan Li picked up the blanket on her lap and threw it at him with all her might.

"You beast!" The mask of a seemingly aloof young lady was deliberately ripped off, revealing a face filled with extreme anger and despair. It was the true face of a woman whose youth had faded and whose beauty had vanished. Her still beautiful eyes were burning with rage and the raging flames of jealousy.

The white tiger laughed cruelly:

"Carefree Miss Wan... You lack nothing but youth and beauty. Men and love are things you can summon and discard at will, as many as you want. Why bother with a lowly, poor bodyguard like me? Your sister, on the other hand, is completely different. She has nothing but loneliness, and her life will soon be over—in her short eighteen years of life, shouldn't we leave her with some beautiful memories, so she doesn't die with resentment?" His smiling face gradually moved closer to Wan Li, and he whispered to her, "So I took it upon myself to give myself to her that night... I think Miss Wan should understand, right?"

"Beast! Beast!" came a string of incomprehensible curses in response. "You did it on purpose! How vicious..."

“You know perfectly well how infatuated I am with you. To please you, I haven’t touched another man for a whole year, just because you said you were possessive and didn’t want to share me with anyone else…” One complaint after another spewed from Wan Li’s mouth. Her floodgates had opened, and memories came rushing out like a mad rush. “You kissed me first, tried every means to seduce and tease me, but always made excuses to leave at the crucial moment. You used countless excuses to avoid me, and I was just too stupid to see through your intentions, instead taking it as a sign of respect. You said you hoped I would have my own career and not rely on my parents like I do now…”

Her eyes gradually brightened. "So I wanted to take control of the Wanshi Group as soon as possible."

A cruel smile crept across Baihu's lips. "This is what you call a career? Sending me to kill all your sisters?"

"I did it all for you!" Wan Li screamed. "Once I become the chairman, I can marry you legitimately!" She suddenly grabbed his head and showered him with kisses on his face. "Ah, White Tiger! White Tiger! I love you! I want you!"

The aroma of red wine mingled with the faint scent of his skin, so pleasant that she almost suffocated in his arms. However, Baihu's body stood as straight as a cedar tree, staring at the woman without moving.

“But I never expected…” Wanli, who was lying on my chest, was trembling violently, her body and voice shaking, “You actually slept with those women behind my back! Those poor and filthy women!” She squeezed out the words almost through gritted teeth.

Baihu sneered, "Are they your own sisters? Or is it that the blood of the poor and filthy flows in your veins?"

“No, that’s not true!” Wan Li protested vehemently. “I don’t believe it! That’s just Mom’s side of the story!”

In fact, besides Baihu, Wanli also dispatched other assassins: ten-year-old Wang Huili (H), eight-year-old Yili (I), six-year-old Wu Jieli (J), four-year-old Deng Kaili (K), and two-year-old Cao Lili (L), who were also secretly murdered around the same time. Considering that Yang Chunxia, whose daughters are all thirty-six years old, is already over sixty, it seems rather strange to say that all those girls were her daughters.

More importantly, Yang Chunxia had her entire uterus removed ten years after giving birth to Wanli due to uterine fibroids, meaning that she has been unable to conceive again since then.

"What biological sisters! They must be illegitimate children born from a mistress!" Wan Li spat disdainfully. "That slut who crawled out of some dirty woman's belly dares to steal what belongs to me!"

Not only was she trying to steal her father's inheritance, but she was also taking away the man she truly loved… The thought fueled Wan Li's burning rage, making it unbearable, especially towards that girl named "Tang Duoli." Although Bai Hu had only known her for a short time, their relationship had progressed rapidly… That unrestrained, willful man had only kissed her a few times, yet he was already eager to get her into bed… "You're deliberately torturing me… using Tang Duoli…" Wan Li finally understood his intentions. "You seem so close, yet I can never have you, only able to watch helplessly from the sidelines…"

“Not at all,” Baihu chuckled slightly. “You flatter me. I just want to follow my instincts a little and stop having to fawn over that old woman.”

He calmly untied his towel and began to dress slowly, completely ignoring Wan Li's heavy breathing from the intense stimulation. He never considered whether treating her this way was cruel; he had only learned one thing from long-term observation: if Wan Li easily succeeded in her way, all that awaited him was to discard her like trash.

Volume 3: The Sheep's Song from Hell Records (Twenty-Two)

She was an insatiable woman, demanding not only quality but also quantity of men. It was once jokingly said that Wan Li changed masters in her bed every day—a claim not unfounded but based on extensive statistical data. Even after losing a leg, she used money, power, and seductive charm to acquire countless young men for her pleasure; her golden palace had become a paradise for keeping male lovers. Only after meeting Bai Hu did this seemingly invincible woman suffer a crushing defeat. Bai Hu's unconventional way of thinking rendered ordinary tactics like money, power, and even beauty useless against him. The more Wan Li desired to conquer him, the more attracted she became. Furthermore, Bai Hu was exceptionally handsome and physically attractive, far more so than any man she had ever been with before, and he constantly aroused her desire, ultimately leading Wan Li to fall into his trap.

From that moment on, she fell headlong into the web of love he had meticulously woven, unable to extricate herself.

So she used her influence to force him to become her personal bodyguard, serving her at all times. She didn't want to let him go easily; she only wanted him by her side. Until one day, Baihu took the initiative to make a deal with her, proposing to exchange a mission for his freedom.

She, on the other hand, wanted to use Baihu to gain even greater power—this time, she not only longed to have sex with Baihu, but also hoped to possess him forever and display him in the most glorious corner of her collection room.

However, Baihu would rather embrace his poor, lowly sister, Tang Duoli, than touch her. Not only that, but even as he was about to gain his freedom, he continued to mock and ridicule her. She couldn't swallow this insult!

She wants to conquer, punish, possess, ravage, trample, ravage, and destroy him!

"One million a minute!" Just as Baihu was about to step out of the room and disappear into the outside world without looking back, Wanli shouted out the price. For her, this money was well worth it. "If you hug me for one minute, I'll give you one million; one hour is sixty million!"

The white tiger stopped in its tracks.

Wan Li, with her back to him, smiled smugly. "A minute's hug for me is worth ten years of your work—now you know how much you mean to me, right?"

The white tiger let out a cold laugh through its nose.

"Only this much?"

He turned his head slightly, a chilling glint flashing in his sapphire blue eyes. "The price your sister offered me was far higher than this!"

Because Donnie, who had nothing, embraced him with all her might...

"Two million!" Wan Li shouted through gritted teeth, not to be outdone. She simply couldn't believe that Tang Duoli could offer a higher price than hers. She doubted Tang Duoli could even fetch a hundred thousand from head to toe. However, she still followed Bai Hu's suggestion and raised the price—doubling it all at once. Although it hurt, the thought of Bai Hu's tender caresses filled her with a blissful, intoxicating desire.

However, the man she wanted ignored her.

Five million!

The white tiger stepped out of the doorway.

The veins on Wan Li's temples throbbed, and cold sweat poured down her face, somewhat ruining her meticulously applied glamorous makeup. "Ten million!" she finally shouted, "Ten million per minute!"

She won! A joyful smile appeared on her crimson lips. Baihu, holding onto the door frame with one hand, turned to face her.

“Miss Wanli, my name is Baihu,” his icy tone instantly plunged her heart into despair, “the proud king of beasts. A person called ‘king’ can only be destroyed, but is never allowed to be domesticated.”

He left resolutely, leaving behind only the lingering aroma of red wine. Wan Li's eyes were utterly empty; she knew that this time she had lost him forever.

"Doctor! Please save her! I'll give you any amount of money you want! Just save her!"

"Madam, please calm down. We have done our best, but unfortunately, it's too late..."

"Ahhh!" A heart-wrenching cry, "Who will save my child! My daughter!"

Fragments of incomprehensible words lingered in the air, occasionally reaching her ears. She felt incredibly cold, both physically and mentally, as if she were immersed in a frozen river in the dead of winter, the cold penetrating to her very bones. Yet she wasn't alone; she seemed to be surrounded by a crowd, one familiar face after another floating up and down in her vision… no, it was more like similar faces… every single one of them was herself…

She woke up with a start. Only then did she realize that the old face gazing at her with concern through the doorway was so familiar—Yang Chunxia, she was indeed her mother.

"That's wonderful!" Before she could even speak, two streams of tears rolled down Yang Chunxia's face. "You're finally awake! You almost went to the gates of hell..."

Dolly stared at her hands in disbelief. "I... I'm still alive?" A faint question arose in her mind. The White Tiger didn't kill me?

"Luckily I noticed in time. The doctor said if it had been ten minutes later, you would have died!" Yang Chunxia rambled on, complaining and worried at the same time, "How could you be so careless!"

Accidentally? Dolly subconsciously touched her neck, the strangulation mark left by the white tiger still clearly visible. Could Yang Chunxia and the doctor really not see it? Or was she deliberately hiding it?

“To prevent such ‘accidents’ from happening again, I took the liberty of bringing you here,” Yang Chunxia said. “Stay in your room and don’t go out. I will personally prepare and deliver your three meals a day. If anything happens, just ring the bell.”