Le roi des pilleurs de tombes

Chapitre 16

Lu Xu stared blankly at the magnificent, gleaming glacier beneath his feet.

Antarctica? Arctic?

Siberia or Alaska?

Or is it some lost land whose name humanity has forgotten to give it?

I don't know, and that's okay. Or perhaps it's better this way.

This time, Lü Xuda didn't carry a GPS with him, leaving the location for two nut-and-rice snack bars. He felt completely unaware of where he was on Earth, and that utter ignorance was even more despairing, like the feeling of falling into the Yarlung Tsangpo Grand Canyon for the first time.

"Same here, let's begin."

Lu Xu excitedly removed his oxygen mask: "From now on, there is only one goal—to survive!"

11

Old Deng has disappeared.

After enduring countless hardships to return to Taiwan from the frozen wastelands of Alaska, Lü Xuda never saw Deng Xiaoping again.

Where did Lao Deng go? Where did he die? How did he die?

There is no solution.

Lu Xu had no time to grieve; as soon as he recovered, he packed his bags.

The thought that Lao Deng might not be dead yet, but was just struggling indefinitely against an unexpected and desperate situation filled Lü Xu with insane jealousy. He couldn't wait to immediately insert his burning lower body into the saintess's blood-soaked vulva.

Although it wasn't the main point or the goal, Lü Xuda had to admit that the intense entanglement of limbs with the saintess was also an important part of the journey.

The woman who hid her face under bright colors exuded a seductive charm far beyond imagination; no man could remain limp for even a second in front of her.

...except for that young man who lost two fingers and toes in the polar regions.

"Holy Maiden, I beg you! There must be another way! There must be another way, right!"

The man's wails and the violent thud of his head hitting the ground echoed continuously from the saint's bedroom. His similar pleas had been going on for almost five minutes, the words unchanged, but the volume of his voice growing louder and louder.

The three men, still waiting outside to depart, looked at each other in bewilderment.

One of them was Lü Xuda, who was fully equipped.

I've seen the second man, Lü Xuda, on TV many times. He's a former professional baseball star who was fired years ago for gambling. No matter how depressed he was a few years ago, he must have found a strong will to live on, even if it means being shameless, through this death trip.

The third man, who was so thin he was practically skin and bones, was someone Lu Xuda had seen twice in this living room. The first time he saw him, he was a fat newcomer, but he didn't know where he went after that. The second time he saw him, he had lost ten times his original size. This time, he was so thin that he was completely unrecognizable. It was only when the man took the initiative to greet him that Lu Xuda was truly shocked.

The three men exchanged glances.

Concerned for the saintess's safety, they simultaneously entered her bedroom and dragged the young man out.

The young man was naked from the waist down, making it clear why he had been pleading with the saintess.

His penis is gone.

It was completely empty; not even a scrotum could be seen.

How did it disappear? What was that journey like? The young man didn't say, he just kept breaking down and crying, and the three men weren't interested in knowing.

"You! You slept with the saint behind my back! I'll be your luggage!" The man who had lost his penis looked at Lü Xuda.

"No way," Lu Xu refused decisively.

"Then you! I'll give you the money!" The young man grabbed the former baseball star's shoulder: "You shoot behind my back!"

"Perverted." The former professional baseball star coldly refused.

"Don't beg me." The extremely thin man shook his head before he could even speak.

"Bastard! Selfish bastard!" the man with the dead penis screamed hysterically. "Carry me! Carry me, we can definitely teleport together! We definitely can! You selfish people who only think about setting off! Why won't you carry me! Do you think I'm a burden! Ha! I won't be a problem for you when we get there! I have more experience setting off than all of you combined! You can't even stay in places I've been for a week! I'm the kind of person who can survive no matter what! Carry me! Carry me!"

The former baseball star, losing patience due to hearing loss, grabbed a trekking pole from the ground and swung it forcefully at the face of the man who had lost his penis, instantly silencing him. Truly a hitter with exceptional striking power.

"If we don't hold back, you're quite strong."

Lu Xu patted the former professional baseball star's slightly trembling shoulder and walked into the long-awaited bedroom.

Today is the first day of my period.

Finally, Lu Xuda encountered such a big day, and his teleportation ability caused a massive blood loss.

The white smoke curled up under the window, but it was powerless to neutralize the strong scent of female hormones.

As always, the heavily made-up saintess remained silent, simply spreading her legs apart.

A smile has many meanings, and so does crying. But compared to the complex arrangement of facial muscles and nerves, "copulation" is the only truly universal language. Regardless of race, skin color, ancestry, appearance, physique, age, or gender, copulation is copulation, and cannot be replaced by any other term.

Lu Xuda pulled down his trousers.

Amidst the bloody scent that carried the scent of death, he thrust his erect penis into the saint's vagina.

Instinctively avoiding the saintess's hazy gaze, Lü Xu silently pressed down on her soft body, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting. Then began a series of testosterone-driven, unrestrained thrusts, completely ignoring the other's feelings, a pure male attack solely focused on achieving ejaculation.

The response began, the female's counterattack was tenfold, and the saint's vagina, like a python injected with stimulants, began to spasm with intense contractions.

The penis, resisting the powerful suction, finally gave way, and a tingling sensation surged up the spine...

The saint suddenly opened her eyes.

first.

The first time Lü Xuda met the Holy Maiden's gaze, a thunderous roar erupted, shattering the heavens and obscuring the sun and moon.

12

"Next is the latest development in the professional baseball betting scandal. As of now, the Times Hawks are left with only two local players, Chang Yao-teng and Yu Shen-ping, due to the betting scandal. Chairman Chou Sheng-yuan has also resigned as a result. The professional baseball league will consider holding an extraordinary executive council meeting soon, during which it will be decided that each team will support the Times Hawks by lending players to complete the second half of the season..."

This news keeps repeating itself. Ah Cheng switched the radio to another channel to listen to music.

Let's call it a day. My back is really sore, and I barely made enough money today.

Wouldn't it be great if I could pick up a customer who was going back to the new store on my way?

If it's not on my way, I might as well not take him. Or should I make one last trip? Ah Cheng, who had been driving a taxi for thirteen years, gripped the steering wheel skillfully and secretly made up his mind: I'll pick up one last passenger, but if the passenger's destination is too far from the new store, I'll just skip it and drive off.

Red light, stop.

Thinking of Mei Fang, with whom he had lived for three years, a warm feeling welled up inside him. He'd forgotten whether she was on the night shift or the long night shift today. If it was the night shift, should he park the car at the entrance of the night market as the crowd thinned out and buy some late-night snacks to eat together? Hmm—or should he just go to her workplace and pick her up after get off work? Haha, never mind, such a romantic gesture from a middle-aged, pot-bellied man like him would only make things more disgusting.

Just as I was lost in thought, the light turned green.

Acheng lightly pressed the accelerator, glancing towards the roadside to see if anyone had raised their hand.

Suddenly, the suspension tightened, and the entire car sank down, as if a hundred kilograms of weight had been poured into this thirteen-year-old taxi out of thin air. The speedometer needle immediately deviated five small divisions to the left.

"!"

Acheng stared blankly into the rearview mirror.

A man in his fifties, with his pants pulled down to his knees, was idly waving a semi-erect penis in front of him.

Where did this pervert come from?! Where did he come from...?

"Ghost!" Acheng shouted.

"Where is this?" The perverted ghost uncle stared dumbfounded at the scene before him.

More than what exactly happened, more than where this place is, more than whether this uncle who appeared out of nowhere and exposed his genitals is a human or a ghost, the most dangerous variable is a bright light that suddenly rushed in from outside the line of sight at super speed.

It's a car!

The experienced Acheng instinctively turned the steering wheel a full circle to the right, barely avoiding the car that was rushing in from the left and driving recklessly, but he couldn't avoid a thick utility pole growing by the roadside.

"Bang!" It was a loud sound, but it didn't reach A-Cheng's eardrums in time.

Acheng buried his face in the steering wheel, which had no airbags, with his right foot glued to the accelerator.

The car leaned against the telephone pole that had been knocked down by the huge impact, as if it were practicing climbing a tree. The two front wheels were still spinning rapidly, and the engine was making a creepy, rattling noise, as if it were about to explode at any moment.

There was no one in the back seat.

There was a middle-aged man with his lower body naked, his head stuck against the windshield, while his body, carrying a full set of mountaineering survival gear, was hanging exaggeratedly in the front seat of the car in a strange posture. He was seriously injured but had not died immediately.

Almost simultaneously, the runaway RV that had narrowly avoided the taxi crashed at full speed into a seafood shop on the roadside, leaving the interior a bloody mess. The two police cars following closely behind the taxi also perished. One flipped halfway through the air as if performing a stunt, finally landing on top of the other out-of-control, skidding police car. The two police cars miraculously merged, crashing in perfect unison into a dark green electrical transformer box located on the sidewalk.

Unable to struggle, but the last vestige of consciousness allowed the middle-aged man to open his eyelids, which were cut by shards of glass.

He looked at the chaotic, apocalyptic scene before him.

So this is where I am?

He etched his last sight onto his retina with such force that he closed his eyes with a half-smile.

The ensuing brief respite must have been followed by an exhausting and arduous journey through the wilderness...

Chapter 4

1995

This is the feeling I want.

1

It was a somewhat muggy, rainy day.

Click-clack... Crack-crack... Click-clack...

Xiao Fen stood behind Sister Juan, secretly observing Sister Juan's haircutting techniques through the large mirror.

"Your scalp is a little red. Do you often stay up late?" Xiao Fen gently grabbed the woman's head, her hands covered in sticky foam.

"Your red scalp means you often stay up late? Yes, I've been going to bed late lately." The woman casually watched the variety show "Dragon Brothers and Tiger Brothers" on the small TV on the table, her eyes comfortably half-closed.

"Is it because of work that you stay up late?" Xiaofen asked casually, her eyes still fixed on Sister Juan's skillful knife work.

Sister Juan moved swiftly, her scissors flashing like springs between two blades, truly deserving of her title as the fastest hand in the barbershop. Strands of hair fell to the floor.

"Sigh, if I can't finish the work at the company, I won't have enough time to deal with clients if I do it the next day. But I can't work overtime because I have kids at home, so I have to bring the work home to continue."

"It's such a loss that I can't get overtime pay!"

Once she started talking, the woman went on and on about the dilemma between family and work.

Xiao Fen chimed in casually, her fingers skillfully controlling the amount of foam, her fingertips pressing lightly on the woman's scalp, sometimes increasing the pressure, sometimes letting her fingers rest by pushing and manipulating the foam.

The hair was already clean, but washing the hair wasn't the point; the real sincerity in washing hair was making the guest feel that their scalp had been treated with care.

After graduating from a nearby vocational school, she has been working at this semi-family-run hair salon for almost a year. To put it nicely, her job is a hair assistant, but in reality, she is what everyone calls a shampoo girl.