Chapter 197 [Alien-Zhao Xin] Brothel
The Nether King himself was sealed in the Nether Emperor Urn. The wisp of his soul outside was very weak. It was about to dissipate after blocking this sudden killing move.
"I have already cursed Yumian, making him live a life worse than death every day, Xiaochi..."
Lin Shiyi turned around.
"This Star-Devouring Demon Ba can only be appeased by the blood of the Murong clan." He telekinetically retrieved the Juque that Yumian had discarded before escaping and threw it to Mu Chi. "But the Murong clan has been destroyed. No one can control it anymore, and no one can kill it. Seal it back before it lands, or the world of cultivation will be like hell, with no peace forever."
What happened two thousand years ago cannot be repeated.
After Lin Shiyi finished speaking, he disappeared. The round jade fell to the ground, its spiritual energy dissipated, and the jade heart shattered.
“Master…” Mu Chi went to pick it up. His wrist was still bleeding, staining the jade.
If it were the old him, he would definitely be able to do it, but it's too late to say anything now. He can't do it and can't seal the Moba.
The cage surrounded by the devilish flames dissipated, and Hua Jin could see clearly that Mu Chi was kneeling there, with blood on his hands and clothes. He immediately rushed over and helped Mu Chi up.
"Master, what's wrong with you?"
Mu Chi pursed his lips. He didn't shed tears, but he looked like he was crying loudly. His eyes were bloodshot and empty.
He pushed Juque into Hua Jin's arms and said, "Use Juque's spiritual power to seal the monster in the sky."
Once the seal is complete, Juque will be like scrap metal, and the lens will never shatter. Sooner or later, he will be trapped in fear, unable to save himself. But if he doesn't do this, the Star Devouring Demon will appear in the world and wreak havoc on the world, which is not what he wants to see.
"good……"
Hua Jin let Mu Chi lean against a tree and was about to draw on Juque's spiritual power when, with a loud bang, the demon fell to the ground, and the earth collapsed into a black cauldron swallowing the sky. The gullies it had torn apart instantly spread to Mu Chi's feet, like countless black snakes crawling up his meridians.
The lens on Mu Chi's chest suddenly felt hot, nearly burning through his flesh. He groaned, blood dripping from the corner of his lips, but he stood up, holding onto the tree trunk.
"You stinky monks, do you still want to seal me again!?" The Star-Swallowing Demon Ba roared, and his voice formed an air wave.
Everyone around was affected and was knocked unconscious by the powerful air wave. Only Hua Jin and Mu Chi were standing.
Hua Jin had Juque in his hand, and the air wave caused little damage to him, but it was difficult for Mu Chi.
The Star-Swallowing Demon Ba noticed Mu Chi behind Hua Jin. Something familiar to him was faintly flickering on his chest.
"A mirror for the heart?"
Mu Chi knew he was looking at him and quickly covered his chest with his hands, trying to block out that gaze.
Hua Jin retreated to Mu Chi's side, grabbed his hand, and started to run, but no matter how fast they were, they were no match for the Star Devouring Demon, which swung its palm towards them. Hua Jin was lucky, but Mu Chi escaped Hua Jin's hand, but was sent flying.
“Master!!”
Mu Chi flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, the lens on his chest vibrating violently under his flesh, almost tearing his ribs.
In mid-air, he could hear his heartbeat syncing with the lens—boom! boom! boom!—and every beat was a heart-wrenching pain.
"Faced with such a disparity in strength, you are just like a group of ants! I want you to be buried with my master!"
The roar of the Star-Devouring Demon shattered the clouds, a bloody hole appeared in the sky, and black rain poured down.
Where the black rain fell, the bloody mouth opened and closed like a living thing.
Mu Chi crashed heavily into the broken wall, his spine almost shattered, but just before hitting the ground - the lens floated out of his chest by itself.
"Master!" Hua Jin climbed up and walked to Mu Chi's side. He placed the Juque at his side and took a few steps forward, once again grasping the Bodhi Sword in his hand. "You hurt my Master, I want you to pay with your life!"
The moment the Bodhi Sword was unsheathed, the Brahma light was like a waterfall, reflecting the black rain and making it appear as golden lines.
"Pay your life? Just by you?"
Moba swung all six of his arms, and the black flames condensed into six world-destroying blades, which collided with the sword light with a loud bang.
In an instant, the void seemed to be torn into two halves - one half was dazzling green light, and the other half was abyssal black fire. With every collision, the shadows of stars fell from the sky, hitting the ground and turning into charred craters.
One of Moba's bony hands pierced through his shoulder blade, lifting him into the air.
The black flames burned the meridians along the wound, but Hua Jin gritted his teeth and poured the last bit of spiritual power into the sword.
"Bodhi...Silent Illumination!"
Boom! The sword exploded into a sky full of green fireflies.
Each point of firefly light was the remaining glow of a relic, condensing into an upside-down seven-story pagoda in the air, slamming down on the top of Moba's head.
Moba roared, raised his six arms high, and actually held up the pagoda; his joints cracked, and black flames rolled up, burning the tower layer by layer into ashes.
Hua Jin fell from mid-air, and the ring finger of his left hand suddenly tightened - a dazzling light returned.
The demon's eyes narrowed slightly, and he recognized it. It was Murong Lian's possession, and the light enveloped it. By the time Hua Jin landed, the star-devouring demon had disappeared, and his injuries had healed, as if nothing had happened. However, the scorched earth around him explained everything that had just happened.
Mu Chi took in the entire scene.
"Master!" He vaguely heard Hua Jin calling him, but it was not "Master", but "Wen Nu".
It turned out that it was really an act, and he acted so realistically that I actually naively believed him and wanted to tell him everything. It turned out that it was all his own wishful thinking, just like that time.
At that time, he had just been brought into the formation. When he went back two thousand years, he was a young prostitute who had just been sold into a brothel. He opened his eyes and found himself in a woodshed, surrounded by chattering rats. His stomach was rumbling and he was so hungry that he had no strength left in his body.
Before he could figure out what was going on, the door was kicked open and he was violently dragged up. He was taken to an unknown place before those people let him go.
He was unconscious, only aware of people around him, their chattering like mice, but he couldn't hear clearly...
The wooden door slammed shut, and the muffled sound of the iron door locking felt like a dull knife slicing at his eardrums. Mu Chi was thrown to the blue brick floor, his knees numb from the impact. His nose was filled with the stench of cheap hair oil and blood, mixed with the sour smell of rotting straw, forcing him to retch. His stomach was already aching with emptiness, and all he vomited was acid.
"Hey, you awake?"
A shrill female voice rang close to Mu Chi's ear. He looked up and saw a heavily powdered face with a black mole at the corner of her mouth, covered in hair. Behind the woman stood two shirtless men, their chests tattooed with dark blue animal patterns. One of them held a chain, the iron rings rattling. The woman, with her balsam-stained nails, pinched Mu Chi's jaw and examined him from side to side as if inspecting a piece of merchandise.
"She has good bones and a youthful complexion, but she's become unrecognizable from hunger." She sighed, "Send her to the toilet and give her three bowls of rice soup. Don't let her die in bed. It's bad luck."
The large man stepped forward. Mu Chi struggled, but couldn't even lift his arms. He allowed the chains to wrap around his wrists as he was dragged through the dark corridor. From the wooden fences on either side came soft sobs, and occasionally the sound of nails scraping against wood, like a trapped animal digging a grave.
The toilet was actually a bathhouse, its walls seeping with water and a wooden barrel in the middle. The large man stripped him of his rags and tucked him into the hot water, which was soaked with herbal dregs. A hunchbacked old woman scooped up the scalding water and forced it down his throat.
The rice soup mixed with ginger rushed straight into Mu Chi's throat. He choked and tears burst out, but he swallowed instinctively.
At this moment, he regained consciousness, but his headache worsened. Images kept flashing through his mind.
His original name was Wen Hanshuang. He was a child from a commoner family and worked as a companion student in the Shangshu Mansion. His parents died early, leaving him alone. He was simple-minded. When someone said that he could make money with free food, drink and accommodation, he believed it and followed the man. As a result, he was sold and woke up in the woodshed. He tried to escape but was caught and beaten. He was also hungry for three days and three nights. His body could not bear the hunger and he fainted.
Mu Chi felt the warm soup in his mouth, which was not even rice soup. When he thought about it carefully, it seemed that he did not have much clue.
However, he had never heard of the Forget Worry Gate two thousand years ago.
At this time, the Wangyou Sect had just been established and needed to recruit disciples. However, most of the cultivators nowadays were young and energetic. They thought they could become famous with their own abilities and could defeat the big monsters without any external help. So even if they knew that a sect was established, they would not look down on it.
In addition, the Wangyou Sect had just been established and had no prestige in the human world, so they were even more unwilling to commit themselves to an unknown place and become an unknown person.
"Drink it!"
Several people surrounded Mu Chi, clamped his chin, poured soup into him, and then choked and vomited it out.
How can this rice soup without rice fill your stomach?
Mu Chi was lying on the ground, coughing violently. After a while, he was pulled up by someone.
"How can we satisfy our customers if we are so disobedient?"
The madam watched as Mu Chi walked in. She was the one she was most satisfied with in this batch of goods. He had a beautiful face and a great figure. He looked like a child from a wealthy family. But why was he wearing tattered clothes?
If the man's parents come, the madam will not be afraid. After all, she is not a pushover. In this chaotic world, who would care about the fighting and killing? The royal family members can't even take care of their own lives, so how can they care about the lives of ordinary people?
"Hey, we have an honored guest tonight. Wash him clean, give him some medicine, and send him to the wing."
The more she looked at Mu Chi, the more she liked him. As long as Mu Chi made a lot of money for her, it wouldn't be a problem for her to love him. As long as he behaved himself, their lives would definitely be better than before, and at least they wouldn't have to wear tattered clothes anymore.
A few people nodded in understanding to the madam and took out a bottle from the cabinet nearby.
Mu Chi heard their conversation. He watched the madam leave and reached out to run. He watched the door slowly close, and the fear in his heart grew stronger. He kicked hard at the people who were holding his ankles and wrists.
"No, get out of here!"
But because he was hungry and weak, he couldn't even use one tenth of his usual strength. The punches and kicks he used to hit those men were like cotton, just like a spoiled child.
"Oh, your skin is so delicate, but you have to go out to receive customers tonight, otherwise I really want to taste you."
He tenderly caressed the tears flowing down Mu Chi's cheek and licked them with his lips.
"Baby, waiting for you to come back."
Another person slapped Mu Chi hard on the butt, and the last person didn't say anything, just picked him up and left.
Mu Chi was locked in a room, his body bound with ropes, exposing his already limited flesh. His limbs were chained, making clanking noises with every movement. He was blindfolded and gagged. He felt a burning sensation all over his body, itching with no relief, and it was excruciating. His cheeks had turned red, and his ears looked round like rubies. His complexion, combined with the brothel-style clothes he wore, made him look like a red lotus in full bloom, delicate and bright, ready to face the coming storm.
He was so upset that he cried. When had he ever felt this way before?
No, Hua Jin would not let him become like this. He was always more impatient than himself and couldn't help his impulses. He could understand that he was hot-tempered when he was young.
The door creaked open and someone from outside opened it, and the madam led the distinguished guest in.
"The beauty is ready. It's a virgin, and she'll definitely satisfy the client," the madam said with a smile, serving them the food. "But don't be too hasty. The drug has just been administered, so he needs to feel it first."
This is their usual trick. They feed strong drugs to those who are unwilling to receive customers, and then ask them to endure it for a few hours. When they can't bear it anymore, they will naturally take the initiative to receive customers. This trick has been tried and tested.
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