The Legend of Flower Mansion The Returned Slayer


Both have surfaced, the day to read such a cool picture of historical information, post a paragraph to know the kindness of it. This is a first post, not a repost.

V Jun Sakura-san, there’s an anniversary coming up that’s very distant from us, eighty years, fighting for the land on which we live and the ideals of a fair society, that kind of bravado never goes out of style, does it?

Brother KOO, “Now it can be said” that the hero who never gives in under any circumstances is a manufactured myth, “Li Chun finally tells us all she knows, no one can still look like a hero after a whole day of being branded with a hot iron bar, no one. ” There are many files that are not publicized, there are limits to what people can endure, they are only human.

That’s not the problem, the problem is: they die in extreme pain, at the age of seventeen, or thirty.

I was like the members of the following class: “My dreams were haunted by the face of the girl surrounded by… her blood, her naked and pure body… I was caught up in meditation all night long… on the last day, at the last minute…”

That’s it.

Erotic writers with such a text to commemorate such a holiday is really strange ah, the senior Wang Wang Wang Jian old man to see such a backward I am afraid that will be fainted in anger, right?V Jun Sakura sister KOO brother, how about you guys, if you read it and feel that there is a trace of sadness and beauty of the words, can you take a little time to let me know?

Homecoming Killers

The land is our lover, the land is our mother, the land is our life. We were the Chinese farmers who cultivated the black soil and obsessively watched the corn seedlings grow taller each day. My father’s older brother, my uncle, the gambler who lost all his land, was the eternal negative example in our family, “Or you will be like your uncle!” From the year I was three years old, if I stepped on my father’s ledger and broke my mother’s mirror, this was the lesson I was sure to hear after a violent beating.

The calamities that befall the land are the calamities of the farmer. At the end of the first year without rain you will owe the rent of the land you have rented, and sometimes we are unfortunate enough to meet the same second year, when you are afraid that you have bought out your sons and daughters, or your wife, and in the third year without a care in the world you will be a robber, and your target will be our family compound.

My grandfather led the various branches of his family to heroically defend his wife and daughters, his granary, and the Song family shrine in such a calamity. But that was during the Qing Dynasty, and times have changed.

Our family’s green-brick, three-inch-deep compound still stands in the north of Yanping Village, under the Bitter Pine Mountain, only with traces of the vicissitudes of smoke and fire. My family’s tall hall is empty and silent, and now there are two farmhouse benches placed against the wall. The table, chairs, desk, and  table made of date palm branches had long ago been reduced to ashes in the fire started by my poor and hungry countrymen five years ago, and the same fate had befallen the carved bed that I used to turn over three times before I could reach the end of it when I was a young girl. I could no longer find my mother’s or sister’s blood on the crumbling brick floor.

I left the provincial capital and returned to my mountainous hometown, taking with me two platoons of soldiers handed over to me by my gambling uncle, the head of the county security regiment. Like a thirsty traveler in the desert, I longed for more blood, blood from outside the Song family, and I wanted to reclaim the land that rightfully belonged to the Song family. I am the eldest son of the Song family, and this is my destined duty. I silently walked the length of the corridor along the wall and pushed open the wooden door to what had once been the woodshed of the Song family compound.

The dirt floor was covered with dark red blood, slippery and foul, and the woman dangling naked from the beams was covered with bright red blood, her skin cracking. “Song, Young Master Song…” the young woman said weakly, licking her own swollen lips.

I bent down and picked a wood stick from the ground and surveyed its surface. It was rough and knobby and cracked. I wheeled it into a semicircle in the air, and it landed with a windy dull thud on the woman’s ribs, which were protruding from the elongation of her body. The woman screamed in alarming agony, her body straining to bend in the air.

The skin under a person’s ribs is tightly wrapped around the bone, and without muscles to cushion it, getting hit hard is very painful. This is already known when I was eight years old and my uncle’s three boys fight. I backhanded her and hit her right rib again, this time harder, and I heard a little muffled crack as the woman’s whole body fluttered out the other side.

She was throwing up, spitting out clear water mixed with starry dirt; she had been hanging here for two days and two nights without a single bite of food, so of course she would be like this.

Zhang Daba, who was a soldier and ate food, went forward and waved his sword to cut the rope hanging down from the roof, so that Xiaozhu, the new daughter-in-law of the Ni family, fell to the ground with a “thud”, like a big heavy pocket.

I used the firewood stick to pluck up her prostrate face: “Xiaozhu sister, the day we agreed upon has arrived, and your new earth brother has not come.”

“Young… Young Master,” she said with great difficulty, “I… I haven’t even entered his house… let… aigoo… let Xiaozhu go!”

“The young master will let you into his house today and then release you to heaven.”

When we got to the gate of the compound, Platoon Leader Chen shouted twice toward the eastern compartment and called out two more brothers. Naked Xiaozhu looked back at me by the doorpost with a pleading expression. I just glanced toward Daiba, the stick being lifted in his hand as he lifted it to stab at the woman’s breasts.

“Fuck, do you think you’re still a human daughter-in-law? Already fucked by the old men until now, what kind of martyrdom are you pretending to be, are you still afraid of people looking at you now!”

Kotake lowered her eyes as she looked down at her tiny bare feet before gently stepping over the high threshold.

We walked along the stone-paved path through the village of Yanping. I don’t remember how many times I drove naked women along this path, but the vision of my seventeen-year-old sister walking through this village was always in my eyes. For five years, my dreams had been haunted by the face of our Song girl surrounded by the mob, her blood, her naked and pure body… I was stuck in meditation all night long… Did my little sister, who was chasing the kite flying behind me, laughing like a silver bell, ever think of her big brother once in a while, on that last day, in that last minute?

At the end of that night I had made a vow to all my Song ancestors: I would never let my female victims have the slightest bit of cover in the killing of vengeance, and that was the shame they had to get.

The poor victim, the girl Xiaozhu, was the daughter of the neighboring village of Li, the new daughter-in-law of our village of Yanping, and I don’t know how many times she walked on the green stone road of Yanping, but it is certain that it will be her last.

After her betrothal to Ni Xintu, a well-to-do man from our village, the little girl did not set a date for her passing until this year, when the situation in the mountainous region changed dramatically, and the burghers who had been driven away by the bandits returned to their home towns in a determined effort to eliminate the bandits who had tried to change the traditional order of things over the past five years. In the midst of such war and with a growing girl like Xiaozhu in the family, her parents are indeed faced with difficult choices.

Ni Xintu was one of the main ringleaders who led the burning of the Song family compound, and I’ve been looking for him ever since I returned home. Xiaozhu, of course, knew that Ni Xintu had followed their so-called county secretary and fled into the forested western mountains of Daqing, but when the little officer from the government army went to knock on her door three times in a playful manner, they finally asked Xiaozhu’s cousin to send the girl to Yanping. This, they thought, was always the rightful home for a girl who had been betrothed!

I stood in the cloister on the second floor of the Song family compound gazing at the entrance to the village, and I saw a handsome girl appearing on a donkey on a curving mountain road, green coat and pants, somewhat less accustomed to caressing her newly coiffed hair.

I asked Platoon Leader Chen beside me, “Who is she? Tell two brothers to go down and ask who this girl is.”

They came up later and told me who the girl was and I laughed out loud.

Throughout that night, the new daughter-in-law of the Ni family experienced the sweet joys of a new marriage without rest, only in the east wing of the Song family compound, among my two platoons of security team soldiers.

As I sat in silence in my study, I listened to the young girl’s mournful cries: “Let me go, please… Dad, Mom, save Chok…” Her voice soon went mute, drowned out by the lustful laughter and noise of the soldiers! Her voice soon trailed off and was drowned out by the lewd laughter and clamor of the soldiers.

At the rising of dawn, I went out of the gate to meet Ni Xintu’s father, who had been kneeling there all night after realizing that Xiaozhu had been captured by the soldiers and taken into my yard.

Unable to speak, he kowtowed with all his might, just kowtowed, slamming his long, white-haired head violently into the ground.

“Go, find your son and tell him to come down to the mountain for his daughter-in-law.”

“Young Master Song, Young Master Song, Young Master Song, where can I find him, no one can find him…” He crawled towards me as if to hug my legs.

“I’ll give you three days.” I stepped back, and Platoon Leader Chen’s messenger, Doggie, stepped in front and smashed the old man over with the butt of his rifle.

It is now the morning of the fourth day. The full, naked buttocks of the eighteen-year-old Xiaozhu girl swayed under my eyes, the girl covering her bruised ribs but bravely baring her small breasts the size of two green apples and her soft pussy, her round, blood-drained calves stepping forward one sturdy step at a time. The women of the mountains are tough and fearless, and if their fate has already been decided, they will accept everything with equanimity.

Some faces flashed behind the dark little windows of the wooden houses, and the oncoming townspeople retreated to the curb and inclined their heads. “Come on, come on!” Getting a chance to show off, Ohba swung his wood stick to whip at the young girl’s back, and Kotake shook as he stabbed the rough stick into the girl’s bare groin again and rubbed it.

Eventually we settled in front of Ni Xintu’s wooden hut, and Platoon Leader Chen picked up old Ni by the back of the neck and dragged the dry, skinny old guy out of the house and threw him to the ground.

“Where’s your son, old dog?”

“Mr. Song, Mr. Song… Mr. Song, Mr. Song…” Sobbing tears were exchanged on his wrinkled old face.

“His new wife has been played to death by us, tell him to get a new wife before I get to him!”

The soldiers who followed pushed Kotake over to the door and someone found some rope from their house. They closed the double-opening wooden door and pulled the naked girl apart and tied her hands and feet tightly to each of the four door shafts. Xiaozhu spread her body widely to block the front of the door, biting her lip without uttering a word.

“Old dog, I’ve wanted to kill you for a long time, but today I’ve changed my mind! Go up and fuck your son’s woman!”

Ohba twisted his face into a bit of a strange grin as he pulled the old guy’s torn pants down to the bottom.

They pushed him forward, and the old fellow struggled with surprising strength, but was finally pressed against the body of his daughter-in-law.

“Surnamed Song, you dog!” The old guy screamed and cursed, and finally fell to the girl’s feet. Everyone gathered together and kicked as hard as they could.

“Daddy, Daddy!” Xiaozhu shouted twice from above, tears flowing from her eyes.

I took the stick in Daoba’s hand and walked up to look down at Lao Ni’s face, which was stained with dirt and blood: “Old dog, if you mess with her once, the young master may let Xiaozhu go when he’s happy, and you’ll have an explanation for your son.

I won’t force you, look at this in my hand, if you don’t do it, I’ll stab this little one alive with it in front of you .”

“Think about it. Do it, or don’t it?”

“I’ll fuck your Song ancestors!”

Very good, good scolding. The matter of the loss of integrity, Lao Ni is not the slightest bit timid. I rounded up the stick in my hand and smashed it desperately against the board wall of Ni’s house, and with a “ching” sound, the upper part of it flew out. I turned to face Xiaozhu, my left hand reaching into the young girl’s tender genitals between her legs as I spread her soft, moist flaps of flesh to either side. I grinned as the girl in front of me spat her spit in my face before she bounced in the air, pulling violently on her own limbs.

It was with my other hand that I plunged the wood stick with its sharp broken fork upwards into the body of the young bamboo, soft as if I was pounding a ball of damp cotton… I pulled out a little, and then stabbed it back in… hot blood flowed on my hand, and the female’s shrill, trembling voice echoed miserably in my ears. I pulled out the faggot and looked down at its bright red tip and the young girl’s legs twitching with pain.

A soldier smashed the window open with the butt of his rifle, and he clumsily arched his ass to get inside.

“Keep an eye on her, old dog.”

As we waited, I rattled the girl’s head with a wooden stick: “Goodbye, little girl, won’t you say something to your father-in-law?”

“Kill you all… revenge!” She said through clenched teeth.

It hit the door hard, and the soldier kicked at it from the inside. The door rattled and opened behind Takekimi, who shrieked as it bounced back inward. But with a thud, the door cracked open once more, stretching the woman’s naked body violently in both directions.

This time Khun Boonlue’s body swung back, but one of her arms flipped behind her in a peculiar gesture that could only be possible with an arm whose shoulder joint had been twisted off. “Dad, save Xiaozhu…” the girl said in a low voice, blood spilling from the cracks in her lips.

This was the last complete sentence uttered by the new daughter-in-law of the Ni family, and the slamming of the broken door panel, which opened and closed wider than ever, made it hard to imagine that a woman’s limbs could be stretched out so far and not yet be broken. Her white body rushed toward us almost like an ocean wave, and then contracted back again so rapidly that between the violent opening and closing of her flesh, I just noticed that her ankles had probably been twisted and broken as well.

In the midst of the women’s thousand and one screams, Platoon Leader Chen’s face was turning white, everyone’s face was so white.

“Erwazi, I’m going to deduct your pay for this month! Don’t hurry up yet!” Before he could finish shouting those words, a red crack began to appear from Xiaozhu’s left armpit, and in a split second it extended through her breasts down between her legs, a whole piece of skin rolled up and slid off her body, hanging together with Xiaozhu’s left arm on the side of the blasted open door. Her left breast remained on her main body, but it was torn off in one piece with all the skin intact in that instant.

As I observed, it was only her left foot that broke under the lower part of Kotake’s body, and the broken foot with its white bony joint exposed fell alone on the mud. Her hip joint was too strong for Erwako to be able to split her cleanly and evenly in half.

Blood spurted out of Xiaozhu’s ripped open side of her body, spilling all over the door panels of Ni’s house and the dirt under the wall. Split in two asymmetrical halves, the girl Xiaozhu seemed to be screaming without respite before blood bubbled out of her mouth and nose, and she suffocated in her coughing staff as she hung slumped against the door, her eyes half-open to the sky.

A few spots of hot liquid splashed on my cheeks, and I took off my glasses and wiped them off, slowly. “Seventh, did you see that, little sister?” I said softly.