Chapter 11 Huacan Qing Gu Part 1
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Yan Changqing tried to resist the throbbing of his body. He stared at Da Yan angrily unwilling to utter a word.
“It is said that scholars can be killed, but cannot be insulted. I in turn will insult you well today.” Da Yan smiled, grabbing Yan Changqing by the collar. He dragged him to the long corridor behind him. Yan Changqing struggled desperately, but the surging heat in his body stopped him from resisting effectively.
At the end of the corridor, Da Yan pushed him abruptly into a room.
The room had a sweet smoky aroma. Yan Changqing knelt on the gorgeous carpet and cried out.
“Ho! Ho! Ho!” Six or seven women in a trance, barely dressed were all over the room. Their eyes had lost focus and strange noises came from their mouths. They all rushed towards Yan Changqing.
A pair of soft limp hands pressed against Yan Changqing’s shoulders anxiously, pulling at his clothes. Yan Changqing’s body trembled as if he was being continuously electrocuted. He knew he had to resist death, but his body didn’t listen. He wanted to embrace the women passionately and melt into their flesh and blood, relying on his most primitive instincts.
Da Yan smiled and clapped his hands: “Good! Good! What a serious gentleman, still acting the same when seeing a woman! General Yan, please enjoy these beauties, I won’t bother you. But I have to say, these beauties, they were all caught in my Gu and are very excited. Even after a few days and nights, they won’t be satisfied. The entire Yan Kingdom will know that their majestic General Yan was killed by a few weak women in bed. Hahaha, what a turn of events! Simply beautiful!”
Da Yan laughed, then walked out and gently closed the door behind him.
Click
The sound of the lock closing.
Several women in messy clothes, half exposed, rushed to wrap around Yan Changqing. Yan Changqing closed his eyes in shame, but his body couldn’t resist the most primitive feeling aroused by the Gu worm. That instinctive yearning.
No…
No…no!
He absolutely can’t succumb!
Yan Changqing tried his best to restrain the desire coursing through him. He frowned and pulled out an ink jade hairpin with his backhand, then he pierced his left elbow without hesitation. The scarlet red blood started to run down his arm. This intense pain was like a bright light instantly illuminating the mist of thick desire that permeated Yan Changqing’s heart and body.
Yan Changqing pushed the woman away from him. He searched every part of the room with his dark eyes. The rooms were in the gorgeous Nanyao style. Pillars were carved with the patterns of flowers and plants, huge soft pillows were exquisitely embroidered, and the drapery was scarlet.
Yan Changqing’s eyes finally settled behind a curtain.
A window!
Yan Changqing was overjoyed. He staggered, pushing himself hard to run over to it—
The window didn’t budge. He pushed a few more times, only to hear the sound of rattling chains outside.
An iron chain thicker than a finger locked the window tightly. It was impossible to break.
It seems that Da Yan had known that he would not be easy to deal with, so he blocked all the exits.
D*mn it!
Yan Changqing cursed as his body slowly slid down the wall. Somehow, although the wound on his elbow was still dripping blood, the pain seemed to gradually disappear. The joints of his body began to become a little stiff…
The effects of the poison were growing more intense.
After a while, will he be like those women and become an unconscious plaything?
Several women rushed up to him again. Being repeatedly rejected only made them more impatient. They rushed to pull at Yan Changqing’s hands and feet, eagerly wanting to lie with the only prey available and drag him into the vortex of degeneration. Yan Changqing was panting, feeling the blood all over his body boil with desire.
A sweet, tempting choice was right in front of him.
Just give up resistance.
Yan Changqing felt that he was about to collapse.
These women were the people he wanted to save, he absolutely can’t…no!
Yan Changqing clenched his lower lip. He grabbed the ink jade hairpin and pierced the still bleeding wound on his elbow again pulling it down harder——
This stab was stronger. With a resolute determination, the wound was torn and blood splashed out. The skin and flesh were turned out, and even the sharp bone could be seen.
Hiss——
The intense pain once again helped him find a trace of lucidity and his body became more flexible. He struggled to free himself from the pile of women. He reluctantly retreated to a corner covered by drapery.
His wound was bloody, and his strength was restrained by gu poison. Yan Changqing trembled violently. His bloody palms slipped, and the ink Jade Hairpin rolled to the ground.
Gu Lulu——
The simple and round jade pin rolled over on the ground several times, making a crisp sound, then stopped.
Yan Changqing suddenly turned his head and stared at the jade hairpin thoughtfully.
There was something wrong with this sound.
Yan Changqing leaned down. He turned his ears sideways. Bending his middle and index fingers, he lightly tapped the blue-black stone bricks that the jade pin had just rolled over.
Boom, boom, gang!
There was a floor underground, which was empty.
Amidst the sparks, Yan Changqing suddenly thought of the books on the history of the kingdoms he had read when he was young. In the book that recorded the geography and humanities of various Kingdoms, it was mentioned that Nanyao had many high mountains and heavy rain. When heavy rain invaded the basin, huge boulders and mud often rolled down, causing frequent disasters. Therefore, the people generally lacked a sense of security and often dug secret passages in various rooms of their homes to avoid being drowned in silt.
Although they were in the country of Yan, was it still possible for Da Yan to follow Nan Yao’s customs?
Yan Changqing didn’t care about the pain in his arm. Using his ten fingers together, he dug open the gap between the stone bricks and lifted it hard—
From under the bricks, a bottomless stone staircase appeared in front of him.
Yan Changqing no longer hesitated and jumped down.
The stone ladder was extremely long and extremely steep. There was silence all around, and in the darkness, he couldn’t even see his fingers. Yan Changqing could only hear his heavy breathing and hammering heartbeat.
Pant——Pant——
Yan Changqing took a deep breath, trying to keep himself awake. He kept repeating to himself that there must be an exit ahead, and he must get out alive!
The blood in his palm tickled, dripping on the stone ladder. But Yan Changqing didn’t hear it, he pressed his fingertips on the bloody wound, and forced himself to wake up with intense pain.
He must stay sober.
He was the great general of the Yan Kingdom. He still had an unfinished mission, how could he die here?
He didn’t know how long he walked. He still couldn’t see a beam of light. The more he walked, the heavier his steps got. Yan Changqing stumbled, only to feel the illusion of physical entanglement and happiness again appear in front of him.
He squeezed the wound in the palm of his hand and pierced himself with the jade hairpin, which had little effect.
Once again, his limbs would not listen to his orders. Yan Changqing staggered and rolled down the stone ladder.
He didn’t know how many steps of the stone ladder he had rolled before he stopped. Yan Changqing was lying on the icy slate floor, dizzy. His mind only registered that the floor underneath him was cold and refreshing. It was especially comfortable. The primitive desire that he had never valued, something he even resisted, once again reared its head in his body without distraction from the pain. It screamed violently, wanting a release.
Yan Changqing was hot and dry. He suddenly wanted to tear up all his clothes and throw them to the ground.
There were rapid footsteps not far away. Yan Changqing reluctantly raised his head and saw the vague firelight in the darkness.
Helian… is that Helian Rongchuan?
The fire gradually moved forward, and a grim, mocking face emerged from the darkness.
Yan Changqing’s heart sank as he struggled to run away.
Da Yan grabbed Yan Changqing unceremoniously and slammed him against the hard wall.
The back of his head hit the stone wall hard, and Yan Changqing had a “buzz” in his head. Finally, he recovered a bit of clarity.
Even though he could no longer exert much effort, Yan Changqing still pinched Da Yan’s neck with his bloody palms trembling.
The pale and slender fingers trembled violently, almost without threat. But he persisted stubbornly, holding his head high. He stared at Da Yan with black mercury-like eyes, filled with unyielding contempt.
These eyes… are really beautiful…
Da Yan’s face changed slightly, and he carefully looked at the wounded man in front of him. Under the flickering candlelight, the man’s fine black hair was messy, and his scarlet clothes were torn. It reveals a thin and delicate collarbone. The violent ups and downs of his chest had a glistening and there were several bruises and mottled blood on it.
All of this drew out a new sadistic desire that wanted to oppress the other.
Da Yan stretched out his other hand and gently lifted a strand of dark black hair sticking to Yan Changqing’s lips. It was soaked in blood and sweat.
He has been so occupied by thoughts of revenge and torture that he forgot to take a look at what exactly this famous Silver Masked King of H*ll looked like.
Why did he have such a beautiful pair of eyes?
Da Yan squeezed Yan Changqing’s jaw forcefully. Despite his struggle, caressed his ears for a while, then finally found the edge of the fake leather mask.
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