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Ying Dou Dou felt utterly speechless as he pressed against her, curling up in the blanket, feeling helpless. She muttered, "I was chased by a Zombie and accidentally got separated from my companions. Those bald guys rescued me."
"Rescue?" Jiao Ziqian rummaged through the cluttered cabinet, his eyes darting around until they landed on the dagger in the girl's hand. He quickly leaned closer and said, "Let me borrow that knife."
"No way, you go down," Ying Dou Dou replied, even more anxious than he was. She stretched out her leg from under the covers and kicked him off the bed, clutching the dagger tightly.
"What a stingy little thing. What good is it for you to hold onto it? I could kill you in a minute," Jiao Ziqian grumbled as he landed awkwardly on the floor, rubbing his backside while glancing outside the screen. Seeing that the bald guys were still unaware, he whispered conspiratorially, "How can you be so naive? They clearly brought you back to capture you."
"No one is making things difficult for me. They feed me and give me drinks, and even provided me with a slave," Ying Dou Dou chuckled at her own predicament. Looking at the disheveled Jiao Ziqian, she asked, "How did you end up here?"
"I was attacked by those bald freaks. Damn it, they're a bunch of lunatics," Jiao Ziqian said, noticing that she still had her guard up. He abandoned his attempt to snatch the dagger and plopped down on the soft bed, opening up to her. "The ones locked up downstairs are all our people; those girls are in for it."
"You're just bragging. You all got locked up; what can you do?" Ying Dou Dou scoffed, rolling her eyes and shifting further down the bed.
"This is called infiltrating enemy territory; what do you know, little girl?" Jiao Ziqian rubbed his hands together before suddenly remembering Brother Jiu might still be out there somewhere. A wave of worry washed over him as he quickly changed the subject. "That Tomboy seems to treat you well; what's your relationship with her?"
"Nothing special; everyone here calls her Red Mother." Ying Dou Dou was just as confused herself, strands of hair falling over her face as she stared blankly ahead. Wrapped in a large quilt, she looked adorably clumsy.
"What about your companions? Are there many of them?" Jiao Ziqian asked again.
"Not many, just two," Ying Dou Dou answered honestly. She responded to all his questions except for the knife; everything else was fair game.
"Then what's the point?" Jiao Ziqian felt a bit disappointed. He had hoped to latch onto someone powerful but realized he'd have to wait for Roundabout's reinforcements.
"Our people are really strong," Ying Dou Dou retorted defensively. "At least none of them have been captured."
"Maybe they were killed instead."
"Get out of here." The two people in the cave were chatting together, and the bald man at the entrance of the cave suddenly screamed strangely, ran into the inner cave, and pointed at the outside of the cave with an anxious look on his face, babbling and yelling. Jiao Ziqian looked like a cave master, wrapped in animal skin and shouted: "What the hell, get out." " " The bald head didn't even look at him, but kept gesticulating with Ying Dou Dou. "What the hell are these guys, dumb?" Jiao Ziqian had a strange face, and all the bald heads he met looked like this. "Their tongues were cut out." A familiar voice came from outside the screen. Jiao Ziqian was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed, and he suddenly rushed towards Ying Dou Dou. Ying Dou Dou I was still craning my neck to see who was outside the screen. I was startled by his actions. Before I could scream, he threw me on the bed. Then my hands were restrained and my body felt cold. Jiao Ziqian actually got into bed. Both of them were naked, Jiao Ziqian still had shackles on his body, and their naked bodies were pressed together. Ying Dou Dou became anxious instantly, his pretty face turned red, and he was about to have a seizure, but suddenly he felt a stabbing pain in his waist. It hurt, and then I realized that the dagger in my hand had been snatched away by him at some point. "Shhh she's here" Jiao Ziqian poked his head out from under the quilt, rolled over and pushed Ying Dou Dou up to exchange positions. Ying Dou Dou was confused by his actions, but when he reacted, he found that he was riding on Jiao Ziqian in a very shameful posture. Both of them were naked, and their sensitive parts were close together, hot and hot. . Ying Dou Dou My mind went blank, and the strange touch caused the snow-white body to become flushed. "You guys!" A woman shouted angrily from the other side of the screen. The two of them turned their heads and saw Zebra Stripes standing there, excited and angry, pointing at the two women on top, their bodies trembling violently. Ying Dou Dou was completely dumbfounded and struggled to get away. Unexpectedly, Jiao Ziqian below suddenly seemed to be possessed by a pile driver. His waist trembled like a spring, and his hands hidden in the quilt were tightly bound. Ying Dou Dou Her slender waist prevented her from moving, and she pretended to be intoxicated, shouting without shame: "ohyesohgod**" Ying Dou Dou It felt like she was sitting on an electric motor, delicate My body was shaken wildly by him. During the struggle, my lower body was grinding and grinding. Goosebumps appeared one after another. My brain was also short-circuited and deprived of oxygen. I tried to explain several times but could not come up with a coherent sentence. To outsiders, it sounds like a murmur of joy.
Zebra Stripes' face turned furious, his body trembling with anger beneath the beast skin, yet he felt helpless. After all, Jiao Ziqian was specifically sent by Red Mother to deliver this girl. He couldn't just snatch her away. He had intended to discuss things privately with her, but unexpectedly, this girl, while appearing timid on the surface, was actually quite eager. In less than half an hour, they had rolled together.
Ying Dou Dou was filled with shame and anger; at just over twenty years old, she had never experienced anything like this. Not to mention Jiao Ziqian suddenly acting like a rogue, just the fact that their "intimacy" was being observed up close made her wish she could sink into the ground. Zebra Stripes remained nearby, showing no intention of leaving; Jiao Ziqian kept moving, shouting nonsensically, clearly indicating that he wouldn't stop as long as Zebra Stripes was there. Poor Ying Dou Dou found herself trapped—being watched while also overwhelmed by strange sensations crashing against her mind. She felt completely dazed, like a doll being manipulated by Jiao Ziqian.
Jiao Ziqian also had his own troubles. He had already witnessed Zebra Stripes' unpredictable temper; if she took him away, he wouldn't know how to deal with it. He thought Tomboy would be useful in this situation, but she had come charging in directly. In a moment of desperation, he could only think of such a crooked scheme—if you have the guts, come and take her from the bed; I’ll stab you if you try.
“She has my blood flowing through her veins; she is my child and will always be.”
Song Jiu sneered repeatedly, hooking his foot over a stool and sitting down. “You don’t deserve her.”
“Unfortunately, your words don’t count.” Red Mother took a deep puff from her pipe, coughing out thick smoke and shaking her head in disappointment. “Don’t try to provoke me; it won’t work. Red Mother is getting old; getting angry isn’t good for my health.”
“Then why don’t you just die?” Song Jiu raised an eyebrow, not hiding his disgust.
“If I die, what good would it do you?” Red Mother coughed as if something was stuck in her throat, laughing a few times before saying, “The people we captured today are all your companions.”
Song Jiu remained silent, glaring at her with cold eyes, lost in thought.
“You’ve grown up; that little boy from back then now has subordinates.” Red Mother picked up her smoking pipe and tapped it against the Young Man's head, signaling him to move aside. She sat cross-legged at the head of the bed and pondered for a moment before saying, “Return the Dream Fan to me, and I’ll let you go.”
“What if I don’t?” Song Jiu tilted his head provocatively.
“It seems you’ve forgotten what fear is.” Red Mother yawned and stretched out her legs while beckoning with her hand. The Young Man knelt beside the bed and began to massage her legs. Red Mother chuckled and pointed at him. “You used to be more likable than him; back then, I cared for you so much—what an ungrateful little wolf.”
“Why don’t you look at the disgust in his eyes? Why don’t you take a look in the mirror?” Song Jiu twisted his neck; the shackles around it were painful. The anger and resentment he had been suppressing were bubbling uncontrollably.
“Think it over; I’ll give you one night’s time. Either return the Dream Fan to me or face the consequences—you know what they are.” Red Mother put down her pipe and intertwined her short fingers together, seeming somewhat fatigued. “If you stumble on your own path, don’t blame me; that’s just fate. No matter how far you run, in the end, don’t you always come back?”
"Yes, I'm back, and this time I won't make the mistake of Dream Fan."
"Hahaha, little Jiu Jiu is also throwing around threats now," Red Mother laughed heartily as if she had heard a funny joke. She teased, "Young people just can't accept defeat. It's a pity, though; I'm right in front of you, and there's nothing you can do. Little Jiu Jiu, I've been locked in this cage for most of my life. Two death sentences couldn't take my life, so what makes you think you can? I only have Dream Fan as my daughter. If you return her to me, we can each go our own way. Otherwise, I'll make your life worse than death. This isn't a threat; you understand what I mean."
"Heh, how can you turn me into one of those guys?" Song Jiu shook his head with a cold laugh, pointing at the bald man by the door. "If you care so much about Dream Fan, why haven't you gone looking for her all these years? All I've seen is you hiding in your cave, indulging in your twisted desires and gathering a bunch of lunatics to satisfy your perverse need for control. Returning Dream Fan to you? Heh, you've been living in that hole for too long; your brain must be waterlogged."
"Take him out and castrate him." A flicker of anger finally crossed Red Mother's wrinkled face as she waved her hand, instructing the bald man to drag Song Jiu away.
The cave fell silent again. Red Mother rested her arms behind her head, staring blankly at the grayish-blue rock wall, her slanted eyes glimmering with an unusual light. The Young Man who was massaging her legs dared not breathe too loudly; he stole a glance at Red Mother, only to find her staring back at him. His scalp tingled with fear, and he quickly averted his gaze.
Feeling a wave of irritation rise within her, Red Mother kicked him lightly and shifted her plump body, spreading her two fleshy legs apart.
Young Man closed his eyes in pain, holding his breath and burying his head down.
Song Jiu was dragged out of the cave by two bald men and stepped into the brightly lit Feasting Cave. The women inside had dispersed, leaving only a few dozen bald men feasting on the leftover scraps from the women. Upon seeing their companion bring someone out, several bald men let out strange cries and waved their food around. The bald man holding Song Jiu shook his head and pointed back at Red Mother's cave before gesturing towards Song Jiu's lower body with a slicing motion.
Ignoring them, Song Jiu scanned the long table and suddenly whispered to the bald man beside him, "Can I have something to eat?"
The bald man paused for a moment, glancing at his companions before making some noise and shaking his head like a rattle.
"Red Mother only said she would castrate me; she didn't say anything about letting you starve me," Song Jiu struggled slightly and dragged himself toward the long table. "If I starve to death, Red Mother will punish you."
The bald man's expression stiffened at the mention of Red Mother punishing them, fear evident in his eyes.
"How about this: you go ask Red Mother if I can eat? If she says no, then I'll go with you guys," Song Jiu winked at him while backing away and observing the table. Suddenly, he stumbled over his shackles and fell onto the table with a crash, sending plates and bowls clattering to the ground.
A group of eating bald men were displeased; they began to screech angrily and moved to beat him up. Two bald men hurriedly pulled their companions away from the group beating him up, gesturing frantically for everyone to stop before things got out of hand.
"Forget it, forget it, I'm not eating anymore. Let's go." Song Jiu pushed himself up, his body now covered in a layer of dark footprints.
The two bald men, seeing that he had calmed down, breathed a sigh of relief and each grabbed one of his arms, dragging him into the cave where Dark River was located.
The cave was deep and dark, with faint sounds of water echoing in the distance. The ground was littered with sharp stones, and a chilling wind cut through the air like a knife, raising goosebumps on his skin. One of the bald men pressed Song Jiu back onto a wooden cross, mumbling for the other to find some rope. Song Jiu tilted his head to glance at Feasting Cave behind the boulder and leaned closer to the bald man's ear, whispering, "Red Mother is here."
The bald man froze for a moment and quickly turned to look. Song Jiu's expression changed; he relaxed his palm to reveal a sharp piece of porcelain and raised his hand to wrap the chain around the bald man's neck, using the shard to slice across his throat. The bald man's feet were sturdy, but his throat was vulnerable. The porcelain piece brutally cut through skin, and with the aid of blood as lubrication, it severed the windpipe. The bald man clutched at Song Jiu's hair desperately trying to escape, but as blood poured from his throat, he gradually lost strength. Despite struggling against Song Jiu's tight grip around his neck, he could not let out a scream; all that escaped were wheezing gasps like an old bellows. His body went limp and fell to the ground.
Song Jiu took a breath and saw the other bald man who had gone to fetch rope jumping out from behind the rubble. He immediately rolled beneath the boulder, ignoring the pain in his back from the sharp stones, and wrapped his hands around the chain to hide in the shadows. The bald man did not notice anything unusual by the wooden frame; he held up the only torch he had and jumped down among the rocks. Just as he sensed something was off and was about to approach with the torch, darkness suddenly enveloped him as something hard struck his nose. Before he could cry out in pain, someone had him firmly by the neck.
Song Jiu had not eaten or drunk anything since being captured; his body ached terribly and he lacked strength. His strike did not knock out the bald man; during their struggle, he was hit on the head by the torch. He managed to push him away and ran out. Song Jiu intended to chase after him but found that the bald man was running too fast while shouting loudly; the stones underfoot posed no hindrance to him at all. After just two steps of pursuit, Song Jiu's feet began to ache unbearably, forcing him to give up reluctantly.
Looking around, he spotted a pile of stones where chains had been stacked earlier. He hurried over and found a ram's horn hammer just as strange cries erupted from Feasting Cave. Knowing that pursuers were closing in, he paid no mind to the shackles on his body and quickly fled into the darkness, gritting his teeth as he jumped into the icy waters of Dark River.
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