Chapter 221
Human nature is evil at birth, and those who are good are false. This comes from Xunzi's view in "Human Nature is Evil" from the Warring States Period. Xunzi believed that human nature is evil at birth.
Lu Daju agrees with this view. Through education, those who are evil by nature can change their bad habits or pretend to be good. In modern times with perfect legal frameworks, there will always be people who can no longer disguise themselves and show their fangs. In this chaotic and dark war period, the ugliness that does not even need disguise is even more open and aboveboard.
I walked out of the theater before the play was over and walked into the building of Chunmanyuan. The place was still brightly lit and welcoming, but there were fewer faces than those who gathered there that day.
With the gold, silver, and the scimitar on the neck, the madam confessed that several girls were asked to be bailed out by Mr. Jiang from the east. Mr. Jiang was also a ruthless person, and none of the girls who were taken there could come back safely. However, he gave them a lot of money, and they only needed to be taken care of for a week.
But this time she was too harsh. She directly brought money over as a buyout. The madam kept complaining about how difficult it was for her to raise a girl.
In fact, Lu Daju wanted to kill her with a knife, but this kind of thing was too common in this era. The madam didn't think she had done anything wrong, but just begged for mercy tremblingly under the murderous gaze. He just begged for mercy, apologized desperately, and flattered just to stay alive, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with selling the girls' lives.
This is the way it is in this era. Human life is worthless. Those who have power, money and power can control the life and death of others at will. No one will say a word for those who die in vain.
At first, Lu Daju was just curious about what had happened to her. The human trafficking of brothels was the norm in this world, until he tiptoed to the residence of Master Jiang.
The master Jiang within the high walls is the sky. The violent factor is fully reflected in this man with a fat belly. The woman trembling under the whip, the young girl in green who once sang "Qinhuai Eight Quatrains", her slender fingers that played the piano skillfully were broken and twisted into unnatural angles, and she lay on the piano she played and sang, unable to resist the man's violence.
There were a few ragged women huddled in the corner, shivering and each of them had serious injuries on their bodies.
"Play it, why don't you play it? I love your hands that play the piano the most, they are so beautiful, hahahaha."
The more perfect something is, the more likely it is to arouse the desire for violence in perverts. The old man was obviously in a violent state with adrenaline surging. The woman under him was motionless. He grabbed the two relatively intact fingers on the woman's hand, and with a click, the fingers bent backwards at 90 degrees.
The woman let out a hoarse cry and could not offer any more resistance. The pain only made her whole body tremble.
The man became even more excited. This feeling reminded him of the first time he broke a bird's neck when he was a child. It was also so crisp, commanding, and in control of everything.
Especially in recent years, his career had been blocked, his family had fallen into decline, and he had felt a sense of powerlessness. But at this moment, all of this was released. He was the god who controlled everything...
Excessive excitement made his senses sensitive for a moment, and he felt a gust of wind behind him. How could there be wind? The damn servants didn't even close the window. It was so cold, and my neck was so cold.
After two or three seconds, the neck disconnected as his body moved, and I saw that his fat belly was getting bigger and bigger, and upwards was a chest that was no less than a woman's. Looking up again, I realized that it was a headless body. Where was the head? It had fallen off.
Bang, dong, dong, dong.
A round object hit the blood-stained strings, fell onto the table, and then fell to the ground, rolling on the ground like a ball for a few times. The wood on the hair pushed against the opposite side, stopping the head from rolling. The fat face was tilted and staring, and the shoes on the broken end began to flow out, flowing through the wide-open mouth, the nose, and staining the eyes red.
The intense pain almost made the woman fall into a coma. Something warm poured down from behind, making the woman struggle to open her eyes. Is she going to die? The world is red.
"Ah!!!!" Along with the screams of other women, she felt something pressing down on her, almost making her unable to breathe.
Soon, the fat that was pressing on her body was lifted up and thrown to the ground.
"Ah!" The three women in the corner screamed again. The servants serving outside could definitely hear the sound, but no one came to check. They were all used to it.
How normal is this? The master in the mansion is a sadist, and the servants in the house are often beaten black and blue, not to mention these prostitutes who are bought specifically for consumption. No one would be so sympathetic as to break in when the master is happy. Then it will not be the prostitutes who will die, but them.
In this remote courtyard of the deep mansion, no one was near except an old servant guarding the door. The old servant was old and dozed off little by little while sitting at the door. He would wait for the master in the house to call him before he would go out and ask other servants to serve him.
When he heard the woman's screams in the room, he didn't even open his eyelids, but just changed his position and continued to sleep leaning against the pillar.
Lu Daju glanced at the three screaming women, and they immediately quieted down. Their eyes were frighteningly cold, unlike the madness and brutality in the eyes of the master of the family. They were calm and indifferent, as if they were being targeted like prey. It was this illusion that made them feel like helpless little animals, not daring to make any sound for fear of being attacked.
Lu Daju habitually swung his scimitar. Although there was no blood on it, the room was finally quiet. He walked to the door in a carefree manner.
The wooden door creaked open, and the old man who was dozing against the pillar at the door thought that the owner had come out. Just as he was about to open his eyes to wake up and prepare to serve him, he suddenly felt a pain at the back of his head and fell into a deep sleep.
Lu Daju retreated back into the house and said to the half-naked women, "We can go through an alley and out the back door. Let's go."
The women only thought that this was a murderer who killed the master, and they did not think that this man killed people in order to save them. They trembled and did not dare to say anything or move. They did not understand where they were asked to go. This sentence sounded more like a malicious intention.
"You...you want us to be scapegoats and escape from the crime? Then you might as well kill us..., we can't run away at all. We have no place to stay in this Jiang...city and we will be caught soon." The intermittent voice with gasps of air still had the beauty of the Eight Wonders singing at that time, with a little hoarseness and some charm in the clearness. It was the voice of the woman in green who was the most seriously injured and tortured.
She was lying on the ground covered in blood, looking at the killer who suddenly appeared in front of her to kill her master. She was not so scared but wanted to seek relief. Her whole body was in pain, and she couldn't play the piano after her fingers were broken, let alone she was a prostitute who was redeemed here.
Now that the master is dead, everyone in this house will die. It would be better to let this man solve the problem so that they can suffer less.
She only felt a little happy when facing her dead master. Before that, she didn't even have the idea of ambition and resistance. It was her fate to be lower than grass, and she had to accept it.
At this moment, the high and mighty master's head and body were separated, but he died earlier than these lowly people.
Hahaha, go die. My little wish before dying has been fulfilled. I’m so happy.
Did this killer who suddenly appeared in front of her appear because he heard her inner prayer?
If she could die under his knife, she would not be afraid at all, and would even feel satisfied.
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