Hutong fantasma - Capítulo 20
Little did they know that the true purpose of Chen Xing's conversation with Huang Zilan was to take a gamble, master the technique, and instantly become a powerful figure!
—If they knew, Xiao Dao would definitely regret his decision, and Er Gou would be filled with remorse!
Unfortunately, they didn't know.
Chen Xing practiced the "Angry and Unseen Kick" and the "Farewell My Concubine Blade," and cultivated "evil energy." However, the martial arts he practiced were "one flower, two flowers, three flowers."
It's a rather poetic name for a martial arts technique, but to those in the underworld who are familiar with its intricacies, it sends chills down their spines and silences them.
In the underworld, the original nine leaders later became nine major factions. Among them, "Tiger" and "Lion" died without successors, and the "Flying Dragon" faction became the ruling faction for the past few decades. The "Old Monkey" faction became the opposition faction. After "Snake," "Fox," and "Jackal" were defeated by the four overlords of "Flying Dragon" who inherited the "Upright and Harmonious" faction, only "Wolf" and "Fox" remained, assisting "Rong - Kong Lingzhi".
That means that in today's underworld, the only remaining veterans are "Fox - Hu Buwei" and "Wolf - Lang Ben".
The Wolf School's martial arts technique is the renowned "Three Flowers Spiritual Skill".
"One flower, two flowers, three flowers" is the full name of the Three Flowers Spiritual Skill. It is, of course, a "killer's technique" capable of rivaling the Ten Great Underworld Techniques!
How could two insignificant tomb raiders from the Gentlemen Sect possibly be a match for the "Three Flowers Spiritual Skill"?
Unfortunately, Xiao Dao and Er Gou were unaware of this and knew nothing about it.
What they didn't know was that Chen Xing, who hadn't yet joined the underworld, was just like A Ding Du Liu, who had never been able to master the technique. But at this moment, in this state of mind, Chen Xing had no choice but to hesitate any longer!
His real purpose in summoning Huang Zilan was to learn her success methods and achieve great success in one leap.
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"This is something I have no choice but to do," Chen Xing told himself quietly as he gripped Huang Zilan's neck.
"This is a hopeless world. We're all going to die sooner or later, especially for the two of us."
"But there are many kinds of death. Whether death is tragic or not depends on each person's perception. Lanlan, I think you would never want to see someone who has tried everything to escape only to be killed by social norms and people's selfishness. So, dying now might not be such a bad thing."
"As for me, Lanlan, I am a despicable person. If I can escape, I will do my best to continue living and I will make it up to you—at least, your death will be noble because of me, and you will retain a good reputation after death."
So, don't hate me. You don't have to hate me.
"All of this can only be attributed to the circumstances of the times!"
The words he wanted to "tell" himself and Huang Zilan were certainly more than just these few simple sentences. But once he had successfully grabbed Huang Zilan's neck and wrapped his arms around her slender waist, he could no longer "speak".
Talking about it further will only delay the opportunity and lead to failure.
He exerted force.
Card.
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Xiao Dao and Er Gou saw that after Chen Xing whispered something to Huang Zilan, he suddenly hugged her.
He hugged Huang Zilan tightly. Then: a kiss.
---Magpie Bridge Fairy
Reply [67]: -- At the critical moment of life and death, he actually kissed Huang Zilan.
They kissed passionately, their kiss almost uncontrollably.
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Xiao Dao and Er Gou observed that at the beginning of the passionate kiss, Huang Zilan seemed to resist, and also appeared somewhat shocked, half-pushing and half-refusing. (Or perhaps, Huang Zilan found it difficult to accept this way of expressing affection? Or perhaps, she also had some feelings for Chen Xing, and therefore felt slightly shy? Maybe, she felt pity for Chen Xing's dying expression, and therefore couldn't refuse? Otherwise, why didn't she immediately return the kiss passionately, or embrace Chen Xing?) But soon, Huang Zilan stopped resisting, letting Chen Xing embrace her even tighter, silently enduring Chen Xing's wild and passionate kisses.
They never expected that Chen Xing's last thought before facing death would be to kiss Huang Zilan: it was truly both ridiculous and insane!
These scenes, which only appear in movies, actually happened right in front of them.
Therefore, both of them were stunned.
Unbeknownst to them, a faint, bloody scent had quietly permeated this eerie space.
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"The so-called 'Three Flowers Spiritual Skill' of wolf nature requires the extinction of humanity. What makes it even more extreme than the 'Jackal' school's skills is that for each 'flower' to be cultivated, the cruel death of a beloved member of the opposite sex is required as the price. In other words, one must demand the complete death of a loved one—one must personally kill the other, and even after killing them, one must drink their blood and eat their flesh to completely possess them, making the 'flower' 'mine' in exchange for a great leap forward in wolf nature, so as to achieve a mutation in one's innate constitution and make one's 'qi' adapt to the skill. Otherwise, no matter how much one practices the skill, it is impossible to achieve great success and extraordinary achievements."
"This is the key to the killer technique of the 'Three Flowers Spiritual Skill,' remember it well."
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Chen Xing was not a disciple of Lang Ben (for details of Lang Ben's Three Flowers Spiritual Skill, please refer to Volume Twelve, "The Cliff of Lost Love," in my book "Dream of Time and Space: Love of the Universe"). Just as Du Liu was not a successor of "Jackal - Cai Luxue," and A Ding was not a common successor of "Jackal," the origins of the fundamental skills of these three people, although derived from these two major schools, remain a mystery.
However, one thing is undeniable: Chen Xing always kept the essential principle of "one flower, two flowers, three flowers" firmly in mind.
Although he has never reached the pinnacle of his skill because he doesn't join the underworld, deep down he is always imagining the day when he will achieve "mastery".
In this terrifying space, in order to survive, and also to keep some secrets buried deep in his heart, he finally had to make his final choice.
Since animal instincts are stronger than human nature, then let's abandon human nature!
He gripped Huang Zilan's throat tightly.
He unearthed a latent love buried deep in his heart, a love that no one knew, including himself. Then, he abandoned this love that had been buried for so long, a love that even he had just confirmed.
He killed Huang Zilan.
Stifling it is only the first step.
The second step involves Huang Zilan opening his mouth due to suffocation, and his tongue protruding. His fatal kiss, his life-saving kiss, is to devour the tongue, drink blood into his stomach, cause a mutation, and ultimately achieve mastery of his technique.
At this moment, Huang Zilan was not actually dead; she was still conscious and could feel and perceive everything before her death. However, she was unable to resist or fight back and could only clearly know how she was dying.
This is the essence of the "wolf" nature.
Chen Xing undoubtedly did a great job.
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If she could utter even the slightest sound, Huang Zilan would scream in agony.
If she had even the slightest strength to resist, Huang Zilan would definitely resist to the very end.
Unfortunately, her naked body was held captive in Chen Xing's arms like iron clamps. Even if she could twist slightly, no one would notice anything amiss. Her lips were sealed shut by Chen Xing's lips, her tongue had been chewed up and swallowed into Chen Xing's stomach, and her blood was flowing into Chen Xing's body through his throat.
She knew how she died.
She is dead.
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The best word to describe a woman is undoubtedly "flower".
Fresh blood flowed into his belly, and strength was generated continuously. A flower withered in his arms; a flower bloomed within his body.
The excitement surpassed that of any previous sexual experience, leaving Chen Xing with only one clear thought: the blooming and withering of a flower is so beautiful!
They are all so heartbreaking.
---Magpie Bridge Fairy
Reply [68]: “Metal can overcome wood”. Since Wang Jia and Wang Mu are born with the element of wood and take “Thunder Heaven Wood” as their natal spirit, the “Life Tree” technique is larger in scope than Thunder Wood and can therefore restrain them and control their behavior. The eldest disciple, Xiao Chan, belongs to the metal element and is good at cutting wood. Destroying the Life Tree is just a matter of raising his hand. It is not surprising that he can kill Zhu Qian.
The eldest brother, originally Master Xiao Chan, was severely injured by Zhu Qian's "Tree of Life." Undoubtedly, in the Five Elements theory, he belongs to the Earth element. It's not surprising that the Metal within Earth is unable to restrain the Thunder Heaven Yang Wood. Therefore, although he killed the "Tree of Life," the Thunder Wood, no longer under the Tree of Life's control, became extremely powerful. The eldest brother's Earth element was weakened by the injury, which, in a sense, saved Wang Jia and Wang Mu, allowing them to recover their energy in a very short time, becoming incomparably strong.
The principles of the Five Elements' mutual generation and restraint are profound and difficult to understand. They cannot be explained in a few words, nor can the person in the tomb know their original meaning. We do not need to endlessly deduce and explore them. For the reader, it is enough to know that the trend of the times continues.
With the Tree of Life present, Wang Jia and Wang Mu's actions were hindered, but the Tree of Life could not control their vision, so they could clearly see everything happening in front of them.
But once the Tree of Life fell, they could see nothing at all.
—Fog. Green fog. The thick fog rose rapidly from the ground, quickly spreading and obscuring all surrounding scenery. Yet, from within the fog, piercingly clear and chilling screams could be heard, their terror no less than that of ghosts suffering torment in hell.
—The wind. A cold wind. The cold wind, sharp as a knife, swept in from all directions, pressing towards their position. The sound of the wind was like the roar of the forest, like waves crashing against the rocks. And in the biting cold wind that seemed to pierce their skin, there were whispers carried on the wind.
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A strong wind rose, and thick fog rolled in. Xiao Chan suddenly realized that this place had become a world of fog; he couldn't see anything clearly, and even things a little further away were invisible. But that didn't matter. What mattered was that he could see Zhu Qian right in front of him.
The woman let out a series of piercing screams, as if possessed by a vengeful ghost. Her knees were shattered; the intense pain caused her to writhe, roll, and struggle uncontrollably on the ground, but because of her broken knees, she could only remain stationary. All her efforts and struggles were in vain. That painful posture would have moved even the most cold-blooded person to pity, but in Xiao Chan's eyes, it became an unusually alluring and stimulating erotic scene. He couldn't help but let out a groan of surging passion, finally unable to suppress the sadistic lust fueled by his inferiority complex and perverse desires. He was overcome with urges; in his entire life, he had never experienced such pleasure and sexual craving.
He pounced on him.
He held down the struggling arms, kneed the man's legs at an obtuse angle, and thrust in. He cried out in ecstasy, thrusting incessantly. The agonizing screams only fueled his excitement... The screams gradually subsided, and anger suddenly appeared on his face. "Scream! Scream!" Suddenly, he grabbed the hand of the person beneath him, twisting a finger bone. The scream rang out again, and he thrust even more vigorously, making satisfied gurgling sounds. He bit down on a nipple, rolled his tongue, and swallowed it. Then he twisted the other finger bone... The screams suddenly stopped. He stood up in a rage, took a few steps, dragged the unconscious person by the hair to the stream. The stream water was already icy cold. He threw the unconscious person into the water. Once, twice, the screams rang out again. He became excited again, shouting as he entered again... When he finally let out a long cry and stopped convulsing, the person beneath him could no longer make a sound.
A moment later, he stood up.
His face showed disgust.
He kicked the man, who had already completely satisfied him, into the stream.
Turn around.
Before he turned around, the lewdness in his eyes intensified, but after he turned around, he returned to his normal expression, his normal smile, and even a touch of refinement.
He knew she was still alive, at least for the time being.
He did not disobey the boss's wishes and did not kill anyone. As for her death afterward, it can be said that it had nothing to do with anyone else, only with the stream.
(Such strong vitality...) A comfortable smile appeared on his face, and he couldn't help but reveal a hint of pride.
—I didn't kill her. But she had to die.
(I don't want to become the second ominous star.)
He thought.
---Magpie Bridge Fairy
Reply [69]: VI. The beginning and end of a dream were so short-lived, and the bloody atmosphere grew stronger and stronger.
An extremely eerie sense of fear suddenly gripped Xiao Dao and Er Gou's entire being.
The two finally realized that something was wrong.
Yan Kaixin surfaced from the water, trembling with fear.
He looked around; all he saw was a thick fog. The wind was strong, biting at him like ice scalpels. But even more unbearable was the pain in his heart. He hated his own uselessness. He dared not guess Zhu Qian's fate, nor did he want to. Sometimes, a person's fate is predetermined. Like Zhu Qian, after committing murder, she was destined to suffer revenge, to be killed. And yet, some die peacefully, others die in agony. In this place, having made enemies with these people, and being a woman, especially a beautiful one, the only option for a quick death was suicide. Although she might still suffer the humiliation of her corpse, the cruelty of dismemberment, it was still far better than dying in agony while still conscious. Why didn't she commit suicide? Suicide would have ended it all, freeing her from all these consequences. Is it possible that the desire to survive allows people to harbor all sorts of fantasies or even daydreams, or that the passage of time can extinguish people's confidence and courage to fight?
He stared blankly into thought, and suddenly realized that he was very much like a philosopher.
But the fate of philosophers has always been tragic. What about himself? He suddenly trembled even more violently, and boundless fear enveloped his mind and body.
It's getting colder again... and someone else has died...
Adin murmured, his voice strange and metallic. He gazed at the body being carried by the flowing water, murmuring without a trace of emotion.
This was a body still alive, though her hair had been ripped to shreds, her scalp a mangled mess; though her body was covered in wounds resembling those of a wild beast, stained with blood; though her fingers were bare, revealing the knuckles, the white bone of her elbows pierced through; though her knees were shattered, her ankles broken, her feet broken; though her ribs had pierced through her skin, and at least six pieces of flesh had been bitten off her upper body; though the only intact part of her body, below her knees, was bleeding; though she had only two teeth left, both loose and on the verge of falling out—yet she was still alive, still not dead. Her face still retained a faint trace of its former beauty; she could still be described as a beautiful woman.
It's not just the environment that's cold, but also our hearts.