One Hundred Ways to Die

The leader of the Demon Cult in the tower in the first act

一

"Mingzhen."

It was the first time I heard him call my name.

His voice was like snow water flowing down from a high mountain, revealing the coldness that pervades the bone marrow.

Unexpectedly, he remembered me and was almost flattered. I turned around with the food box and saw him standing behind the iron bars.

The light pouring down from the narrow high window was cut by the dust and scattered on his cheeks and eyelashes, creating a hazy and cold halo against his radiant and fair complexion.

The slightly messy long hair hangs over the shoulders, and the ambiguous marks on the long neck have not faded away.

I don't know who left it.

He was imprisoned in this tower by the abbot himself two months ago. Before that, I never knew that Yan Qichuan, the legendary leader of the Demon Cult, was such a noble and indifferent beauty.

I guess senior brother Daohong didn't think of it either, otherwise he wouldn't have been stunned for so long when he saw it for the first time, and he didn't even hear the abbot scold him.

Brother Daohong is the monk with the best kung fu in the monastery. He is as cold as an Arhat sculpture in the temple on weekdays. Even senior senior martial uncles can't beat him, but the abbot said that he is difficult to clean his six sense organs and easily becomes a demonic obstacle. Let him go down the mountain to punish evil and promote good.

Now that the beauty leader is imprisoned, he doesn't want to go down the mountain even if he is asked to go down.

Speaking of which, the senior brother went down the mountain for the first time in recent days because of Yan Qichuan.

He was secretly rescued by some of his subordinates at night, and the senior brother hurriedly begged the abbot for orders to find him.

Probably because he ran too far to encircle and suppress the remnants of the Demon Cult, and Heren missed it.A few days later, Ding Jitong, the deputy master of Huayang Sword Sect, personally sent Yan Qichuan back.

The deputy suzerain was once known as an upright and reliable hero in the Jianghu, but that day when he sent people here on horseback, Yan Xichuan was trapped in front of him, looking tired and furious.

Ding Jitong carried the man off the horse, and during the movement, I saw the embarrassment concealed by the heavy robes.This hero... probably used the "sword scabbard" to rub against the leader all the way.

Yan Qichuan's lips were red, and there were tiny wounds at the corners of his lips from being bitten and licked.

During the handover, Yan Qichuan suddenly pulled Ding Jitong's collar and said something softly.

His appearance was too good-looking, and his peaceful posture was too much like a sign of weakness. Those who took advantage of the journey did not have any vigilance.He pulled out the long sword at his waist very smoothly, drew a beautiful arc, inserted it into Ding Jitong's chest, and twisted the hilt forcefully, stirring up the internal organs and flesh.

The warm blood splashed on the horse beside it, and the white horse turned red.It's really beautiful.

The amount of Huagong powder in Yanqichuan's food has to be increased again, I think.

When the senior brother hurried back, his face was terribly gloomy.

Because I received money from the leader of the martial arts, I had to privately boil hot water for Yan Qichuan three times a day and bring it over for him to bathe and wash. It was late that day, the sky was already dark, and I vaguely heard the sound of broken sobs.

Peeping inside through the crack of the door, I saw the strong and dark back of my brother, with sweat dripping down the muscle lines.

On the thin white ankle held by him, the iron chain made a crisp sound with the shaking frequency.

I think the keen brother should have discovered me earlier, but he was focused on getting pleasure from the beauty leader and had no intention of meeting me.

Brothers who break the precepts are a little scary, but also very hateful.

A guy who would only lose his ability to resist in Yan Qichuan and take advantage of others. If Yan Qichuan's martial arts were still alive, his brother would probably be killed like Ding Jitong now.

...Brother really deserves to die.

I stared at the leftovers on the low table in the corner of the cage, and felt that I was going to commit anger.

If I quietly withhold the medicine from Yanqichuan's meals... Not to mention senior brother, will the entire temple and the entire martial arts world have to pay the price under the wrath of this demon cult leader?

But in the end I still failed, the guards were too vigilant.I had no choice but to drop by the back kitchen to help take away the brother's vegetarian meal. When the brother was practicing, he wandered around outside his meditation room a few times.

A few days later, the senior brother went mad and became mad. Because he injured me, the abbot locked me to the back mountain. As a little novice monk in the monastery who is famous for adoring senior brother Daohong, many people looked at me very sympathetically. .

I too was really frustrated.After shutting down a senior brother, another Shangguan Zhao came in.

He said he was discussing Zen with the abbot, so he ran here if he had nothing to do.As the young owner of Maple Leaf Villa, do you have nothing to do all day?

Unlike his senior brother who dared to invade Yan Qichuan because of his high martial arts skills, he stood outside every day and licked his skin with sticky eyes, and said a bunch of boring dirty words for nothing, which was also very annoying.

Hope he dies too.

My thoughts end here... I recalled the sound of Yan Qichuan calling me, feeling uneasy and faintly excited.

What is he calling me for?

If he asked me to open the cell door for him, I don't think I'd be able to help myself...even if I'd be killed.

But I don't have the key to the iron chain, and I don't have the antidote for Hua Gong San.

For a moment, I suddenly felt a little useless.

I approached him.

two

He wants me to kill someone.

Half a month later, at the demon-slaying swearing-in meeting, kill the person with the spider birthmark on his cheekbone.

I don't know why he entrusted me with this task. What made him trust me with such abilities? Is it because the brother was imprisoned?Back mountain fire?Shangguan Zhao went blind?The visitors were poisoned one after another...?He found out that this has something to do with me?

I would do anything for him, but... I also want a paycheck.

"Can I...touch you?" I asked him.

He glanced at me coldly and didn't answer.

I had no choice but to retreat back.

His deep pool-like eyes, the originally cold and upturned eye ends are now slightly red, like peach blossoms blooming on pale skin in late spring, with a morbid beauty.

I knew it was the trace of being made to cry too hard.

Who has been here again?

I found out later that he wasn't the only one who said that to me.

Everyone knew he wanted to kill a man with a spider birthmark.

"That's Thunder Cloud Sword Master You Zhen, the number one swordsman in Jianghu a hundred years ago, he should have been buried in the ground, why would you want to kill him? How to kill a person who has already died?"

Hearing their discussions, I thought that the leader of the sect could dominate the world without using martial arts.In the prison cage, there are still countless people who are willing to go through fire and water for his words.

What if he didn't choose the Devil's Cult in the first place, but the Righteous Way?How many people would be willing to follow him?

Do not……

wrong.

I was suddenly amused by myself.

I think about things from long ago.The Lingyun Sect was not known as the Demon Sect back then. It was originally a very small sect that lived in a corner of the southwest. Most of its members were locals, and they had not done anything harmful to nature.

A man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying a bi, and Yan Qichuan is that beautiful bi.

Those people from the Wulin League created one after another unjust case, massacred the local people, pinned all the blame on Ling Yun Jiao, and then Ling Yun Jiao became a demon sect, and they logically captured Yan Qichuan alive.

Several forces that may have been feuds or had been hostile for many years formed an alliance in order to get this person.

It's just that Yan Qichuan's martial arts is so high, his subordinates are so loyal, and his methods are also very good. It's been seven years and he was only caught now.

I think of more and more things.

One night, I dug out a box of human|skin|mask|masks and a blunt sword under my bed.

"Do you know what the demon-slaying swearing-in meeting is about? They want to carve up your belongings. They will compete, and the one who wins will become your husband, master, and lock you in bed forever. Maybe they will also reach a new covenant , take turns sharing you."

Yan Qichuan closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, sitting with his arms folded, as if he didn't hear my words.He is extremely beautiful, but his every move is very heroic and free, and he will not be mistaken for a woman.Although there will always be someone who wants to confine his wrist, open his body, and expect him to be pampered like a woman.

I said again: "Why do you want to kill You Zhen? Tell me the reason... Maybe I can give you his body right now."

But he still didn't answer me.

Why did he ignore me except for the first sentence?

I felt my whole face itching.

I wish he could look at me and talk to me.

I wish he was watching me.

The palm holding the blunt sword trembled uncontrollably.

What exactly do you want, Yan Qichuan?

"Crack, crack..." was the sound of bones cracking and growing.

I stayed in this dilapidated temple for 50 years, and changed more than a dozen faces. There is still no Buddha that can make me really calm down and practice.

I looked at my rough and wide palms, and felt that they were suddenly elevated enough to look down on Yan Xichuan's figure. I tore off the broken fake skin, and touched the birthmark on my face.

Yan Qichuan finally opened his eyes, frowned and looked at me.

The way he frowns is also so beautiful, making people want to hold everything in the world in front of him.

"I could give you my life," I said softly, "but I need a reward."

His fingers were slender and cold, but his chest was warm.

All those who got involved with him should no longer live in this world.

Including myself.

three

I have experienced this scene countless times in my dreams.

He is in my arms.The lips are so soft, and the breath exudes a cool fragrance.

In fact, he is very afraid of pain, and excessive biting will make him uncomfortable to push back, let alone too deep and intense invasion.Like a delicate body grown up in a honey pot, it always gives people the illusion that they are born to be enjoyed.

But he also kills people so casually, which is even more charming.

His fingers were resting on my Adam's apple, but his strength was washed away by my movements again and again, and he still couldn't strangle it hard. Instead, he seemed to caress erotically.

I pressed his slender hand and licked it down along the fingertips.

Finally, I delivered the blunt sword into his hand.

I have lived a long time.I have killed many people, saved many people, forgotten many things, and remembered many things.

I was in a daze all my life until I met him.

Back then, Yan Qichuan hadn't taken the position of leader yet, he was just a taciturn and weird young man wrapped in a cloak all day long in Lingyun Sect. I killed the leader at that time for the sword manual, and pretended to be him, just happened to meet him by the lake. His.

Then I started going to Peep at regular intervals, leaving myself alone in a web from which I could never escape.

I continued to pretend to be the leader, promoted him, and taught him like a father and brother, but he seemed like a heartless person, and nothing seemed to move him forever.You can't be gentle with him, and you can't be rough with him.

There was no reflection of anyone in his eyes.

But I like him so much, day after day, I can't get what I want, gradually distorted.

I fed him medicine, and asked him who he loved the most, what he liked the most, and what he wanted to do the most when he was drowsy.

He said he could get out of here simply by killing a man with a spider birthmark on his cheekbone.

He doesn't like anything, it's the only thing he wants to do.

No wonder he can be so cruel, it turns out that he doesn't belong to this world.Perhaps in his eyes, everyone here cannot be called a human being.

I peeled off my mask, cut a bloody spider on my face with the blade, and smoothed the wound with potion to make it smooth as a birthmark.

I want to be his only obsession.

On his day, I announced that the position of leader would be passed on to him.Pretending to be drunk, she grabbed his wrist and dragged him into the room, possessing him.

Pinching his waist and entering the depths of his body, I took off the disguise and let the ferocious spider appear in his sight, panting and laughing: "I'll wait for you to kill me."

It's been ten years.

I have been pretending for so long that I almost forget who I am.Until this reunion.

The blunt sword sliced ​​through the throat inch by inch.

I couldn't make a sound, I could only stare at him for a long, long time.

I really want to know what his expression will be when he finds out that he can't leave after I die.

Will you be angry?It would be a beautiful thing to make him angry because of me.

Maybe he'll think he can't leave again—at least, he won't until he finds the lingering creature I'm hiding.The real Thunder Cloud Sword Master has long been made into a black zombie. After I die, no one in the world will know where he is hiding. He will live forever in the depths of that snow mountain, and will never be discovered, let alone will kill.

Yan Qichuan's wish will never come true.

Be imprisoned in the cage I have woven for you with death.