Chapter 24 The Prince's Romance The young and handsome prince lay on a dilapidated bed...
"You're so boring."
He said mockingly, "Going around in circles is such a waste of time."
"Watching you fight and kill is a waste of time," I said mockingly.
The scene suddenly shifts again, and the entire style changes abruptly, transforming into my carefree and relaxed college days.
Girls in the same dormitory openly moved out to live with their boyfriends; girls sleeping on the lower bunks discussed sex openly; some girls openly bought sexy lingerie online; even more shockingly, there were lifelike drawings of men's genitals on the doors of the girls' dormitory toilets; and many girls wrote "pervert," "boring," and "crazy for men" on the doors...
By my junior year of college, hooking up seemed to be a secret trend. I, a self-proclaimed homebody, even received a note from him, but the guy was overweight and not handsome, and since I wasn't interested in him to begin with, I naturally refused.
"A few boys from the next class went to one of those hair salons with the red light on. After they were done, one of the boys angrily asked the brothel lady why they were charged more but he was charged less. The brothel lady looked at the boy and smiled, saying, 'Because he's handsome...'"
Seeing my former self sitting on my dorm bed, talking eloquently, I felt like crying.
He laughed loudly beside me, "You really thought you didn't understand?"
I was speechless.
The art style suddenly shifted again.
This time, a hot spring with misty water vapor appeared.
Because the dense foliage blocked most of the sunlight, the mist at the hot spring remained thick.
In the sunlight, you can see our shadows side by side, and you can also clearly see another couple—
They frolicked and played in the spring, splashing water everywhere.
The stuttering girl from the Black Castle once had flawless skin and bright, star-like eyes that gazed at the young prince with love.
The prince turned away subtly, revealing a hint of annoyance.
Unaware of her presence, she gently hugged him from behind.
At that time, his back was smooth and white, so white and flawless that it dazzled my eyes.
She confessed her feelings to him, but while he gently replied, he idly flicked the fallen leaves on the water's surface...
I sighed softly, "Can I call you a jerk?"
"No," he answered bluntly.
Just as I was about to ask why, the scene changed again, and a magnificent bedroom with classical murals appeared before my eyes.
On a soft, wide bed spread out on the floor, a prince who looked much older than the hot springs shared a room with three or four naked girls, among whom was a stuttering girl.
She snagged the best spot and fell asleep hugging the prince's arm tightly.
As dawn approached, the prince gently pushed her away, got up, and went to the living room outside the bedroom. A mature and beautiful woman wearing a see-through nightgown smiled sweetly and took his hand...
I was reminded of the melodramatic movie "Jan Dara," "Your stepmother?"
The question came as abruptly as I hadn't expected him to answer, but he replied, "The daughter of the king's chief mistress."
"Why do you do these things every day?" I could hear their blushing and pounding hearts coming from inside the cubicle.
“Not every day,” he suddenly said impatiently. “Are you interrogating prisoners?”
I reluctantly fell silent. It seems that scumbags have always been particularly popular, while honest men and women always suffer in relationships.
The scene shifts again, and we suddenly find ourselves in a pitch-black corridor, so dark that we can't see our own hands in front of our faces.
I don't even know if he's with me.
As if drawn by some strange force, I walked step by step toward the first room in the corridor.
The door wasn't closed properly, and through the crack, I saw an unbelievable scene—
The young and handsome prince lay asleep on a dilapidated bed, completely naked, his snow-white body covered with shocking purplish-red wounds.
Standing beside the bed was an ugly monster with a blue face and fangs, and a pair of black wings on its back.
I suddenly remembered the evil spirits that had appeared in my memory.
It was gazing longingly at the sleeping prince.
His eyes were filled with intense lust.
The prince suddenly opened his eyes.
Before it could react, the prince rolled over and pinned it down. It thought something good was about to happen and was overjoyed.
But the next second, the prince's sharp dagger pierced its heart...
But this time it reacted extremely quickly, the prince's dagger went slightly astray, the assassination attempt failed, and it fought back.
It smiled, looking at the prince as if he were a delicious prey, teasing and harassing his private parts from time to time. Finally, it pounced on him, about to attack, and I cried out in alarm—
Unexpectedly, it looked up alertly, and the prince seized the opportunity to kick it over...
A sigh came from beside me, “I never thought it was you who saved me back then. I found it strange at the time, why the evil spirit suddenly paused. Evil spirits are extremely vigilant, they don’t miss the slightest sound, even the sounds from another world.”
“But this happened in the past,” I said.
“I don’t know how it happened, but I managed to escape because of it,” he replied.
Perhaps it's the butterfly effect, or a chain reaction, where a tiny change can affect the outcome of events.
The prince escaped, and the evil spirit, sword in hand, gave chase. As it passed by me, it suddenly realized something and lunged at me with its sword. I screamed again, and the scene abruptly changed, accompanied by a stench of decay...
The stench was so bad I thought I was about to be suffocated or hacked to death—
Something strange suddenly wrapped around my legs, like seaweed.
I struggled desperately, but I couldn't break free no matter what I did.
I felt like I was suddenly submerged in a mud pit. I used all my strength to kick away what was holding me and struggled to swim upwards.
I pushed off the surface of the water with both legs—only to be horrified to discover that what surrounded me was not water, but sludge and mud.
The flashback ended abruptly.
—I returned to the cesspool I should have fallen into in the first place.
The spell failed, and he reverted from a crow to human form.
Thousands upon thousands of feces surrounded me.
If the latrine hadn't been open-air and surrounded by an unbearable stench, I would have surely died from poisoning.
He had already swum ashore before me, stripped off all his clothes, and looked at me naked in the middle of the cesspool with a half-smile.
I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time—I've never felt so embarrassed before when I was bathing in a latrine.
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Twenty minutes later, I hid in the corner next to the latrine to change my clothes.
He hid far away. Of course, before he hid, he threw me a few tattered clothes he'd found in the trash can, and I picked out two to wear.
Now that I'm using his body, of course he won't let me run around naked in his body.
The howls and roars of the zombies continued; the battle was far from over.
"Strange, why are there no zombies here?" I approached him from another corner.
He immediately covered his nose and backed away, saying, "I don't know."
Knowing he would find it repulsive, I deliberately stepped forward and asked, "Do zombies also dislike the smell?"
He stepped back in disgust, saying, "I don't know."
When he saw me put my hand into the latrine, a look of utter disbelief crossed his face. "Can you please stop doing such disgusting things?"
I disagreed, saying, "There are even more disgusting things."
He quickly tore off a piece of rag from his clothes to cover his mouth and nose, then slid into the cesspool, leaving only his head exposed.
Ignoring his expression, I frantically kicked my legs in the cesspool, swimming from one end to the other, my hands struggling to search for something in the filth...
Fifteen minutes later, I struggled to swim ashore, clutching a handful of grass covered in feces.
He was far away from me, staring at me with disgust.
Perhaps because I've been in that smelly place for so long, I don't find it too smelly, and I could even swim another lap.
After changing into my remaining tattered clothes and wiping the feces off the grass, I walked quickly toward him, but he covered his mouth and nose and retreated to the corner.
I stopped tactfully. “I found these in the pit…” I pointed to a few small black dots attached to the grass roots and said, “See? These are the same kind of ants that appear in the abandoned manure tunnels of the Dark Pavilion.”
Seeing that he was still frowning, I excitedly continued, "The cesspool is full of these green grasses. After pulling up a few, I found that each one was covered with these ants. I have a bold guess: the ants aren't a virus, but like bees, they can pollinate flowers, carrying seeds of these green grasses on their bodies, which they then transplant into the cesspool. After the seeds grow into green grass, they may have absorbed some kind of toxic gas in the cesspool, becoming a virus that creates zombies. Why aren't there any zombies in the cesspool? In our area, there's a saying that poison always has an antidote within a few steps. Because if poison stays in one place for a long time, the surrounding plants will spontaneously develop antibodies and immunity to the toxin. This is the principle of mutual generation and restraint in all things. Zombies, as 'poison,' are naturally afraid of 'antidotes' and will stay far away from the cesspool. To verify my guess, I'm going to conduct an experiment."
After I finished speaking, I pulled out a yellow grass mixed in with the green grass—the yellow grass was so inconspicuous that it was almost impossible to spot if you didn't look closely.
As I rushed out of the pit with the yellow grass, several zombies were lingering nearby. As soon as they saw me, they were about to pounce on me menacingly.
I suddenly raised the yellow grass high, and a magical scene unfolded—
Several zombies suddenly stopped, staring warily at the yellow grass in my hand, circling around me, sniffing hard at something. They didn't leave, but they didn't pounce on me either.
From a distance, I saw him begin to walk towards me.
His eyes held a hint of surprise, yet also an extreme calmness.
"Don't come any closer!" I yelled, holding the yellow grass and speeding through the zombies back to the latrine.
The zombie chased me for a few steps, but when it saw that I was heading back to the cesspool, it stopped.
I was slightly out of breath from running, and stopped five steps away from him. "I have an idea."
"Speak," he said succinctly.
"We brought all the living people here for three reasons: first, to ensure safety; second, to use manpower to drain the latrine, pick all the yellow grass, and burn the green grass; and third, to select some strong guards to use the yellow grass to deal with the zombies and find the best way to use the yellow grass."
After hearing this, his tone became somewhat lazy, "Do we still need strong and sturdy guards?"
I was slightly taken aback. "What do you mean?"
He said, "Didn't you see that the zombies sensed the yellow grass with their noses? They were sniffing it hard just now. All you need to do is grind the yellow grass into powder and sprinkle it on the zombies, and that will work."
"Yes, I see." I wondered why I hadn't thought of that. He looked at me with a mocking gaze.
An hour later, almost all the guards had been led to the cesspool. I transformed into a crow, carrying a large bunch of yellow grass in my beak, and swooped through the dense "sea of zombies," leading the still-living guards to the cesspool. Each time I flew past a guard, I gestured for them to take a few blades of grass from my beak, then flapped my large wings, drawing them towards me...
The latrine presented a bizarre scene. On one side, guards were busily emptying the latrine and diverting the excrement into several other large pits that were being dug; on the other side, countless zombies gathered outside the latrine, baring their teeth and roaring at us.
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