บท 33: Chapter 14 "Some Things Will Always Be Yours
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"Sigh..."
The sixth night after the "ghost house transformation" of the Xiaokang Building.
An Zhizhen sighed as she opened the tent, worried about someone who hadn't returned to camp yet.
Then, she saw a large, dark figure huddled in the corner.
Sister Zhi Zhen was initially startled and instinctively wanted to shout until the dim light inside the tent softly illuminated the figure's face.
That face was the very person she had been thinking about.
An Zhizhen widened her eyes in surprise.
"Dongsheng?! You..."
"Shh."
Cen Dongsheng reached out to cover her mouth, placing a finger to his lips as a gesture for silence.
The young man's large hand pressed against her moist lips, transmitting a rough and burning warmth. An Zhizhen's body stiffened slightly, then gradually relaxed.
After Cen Dongsheng slowly removed his hand, she blushed and whispered.
"...What's going on?"
"I want to set a trap and ambush them."
Cen Dongsheng replied.
"A trap?"
"Yes. Also, I might have to stay in this tent overnight."
"..."
"There's little left to explore inside the Xiaokang Building. To get you out of the Ghost House, I must fight the Core Ghost. But I can't leave you alone in the camp; there's more than just one Curse Forbidden Master around."
He asked with a serious tone,
"So, Sister Zhi Zhen, will you stay with me during this time? It might be risky during the Exorcism Ghost House, would you come with me?"
Hearing his words, Sister Zhen's face turned even redder.
"Starting tonight? Is it really necessary... No, I'm not saying I don't like it, but..."
"Sister Zhen, you don't have to worry. This tent is spacious enough," he looked around, "I can rest sitting, and I won't disturb your sleep."
"Mm-hmm..."
"Also, the trap is just in case. If they don't have ill intentions, we should be able to leave the Ghost House smoothly tomorrow."
Cen Dongsheng thought, though the possibility seemed slim.
"...Ill intentions? Deng Rong and Yin Lian?"
An Zhizhen seemed to have guessed the answer before he explained. She clapped her hands as she realized.
"Ah, I understand. Those two might use me as a hostage to threaten you, right? They've noticed how close we are."
"...Yes." Cen Dongsheng nodded slowly.
Honestly, he almost didn't think of that. Sister Zhen's mind was sharper than his.
The reason he was so cautious from the start was because the man's eyes gave him a familiar feeling—
"After gaining power by luck, he indulged in his desires; realizing he could manipulate and harm ordinary people at will, he became reckless"—he had described to Sister Zhen this type that fit the man perfectly;
He could see it at a glance, purely from experience.
In his memories, he had encountered such people more than once. Once stable order was established, they became like rats hiding in the shadows under the control of major forces; during chaotic times, they often found space to survive.
"Actually, there's more..."
"More?"
"Didn't you notice, Sister Zhen? That man has always looked at you lecherously. His intentions towards you are impure."
Cen Dongsheng clenched his fist, speaking in a deep voice.
"It's truly displeasing."
"I see..."
Surprisingly, Sister Zhen reacted quite calmly to this.
"Didn't you feel it?"
"Of course, I did," she said, "Women are sensitive to such looks. Most of the time, they seem to have no reaction, not because the one peeping is hidden enough, but because pointing it out directly is meaningless and only brings trouble later; hence they pretend not to care."
An Zhizhen placed her hands on her chest, speaking softly.
"Because of my appearance, I often become the focus in a crowd. I'm well aware of this... such stares are never unfamiliar to me. It's just whether the other party hides it or exhibits it openly."
She tilted her head, quietly watching him, with a slight smile playing at her lips.
"But your reaction is quite rare, Dongsheng. Are you saying you'll rush to deal with them one by one just because someone looks at me?"
"Not to that extent," Cen Dongsheng said with a hint of helplessness, "I can still tell whether someone is just looking or truly harbors ill intentions and wants to make a move."
"Is that so," An Zhizhen chuckled softly, "Then, Dongsheng, what about you?"
"...What?"
"Have you ever looked at me with eyes full of desire like others?"
"!"
Cen Dongsheng felt a small shock.
"This... what are you talking about, I definitely haven't..."
What he said sounded a bit guilty.
When he first met An Zhizhen, he didn't have those messy thoughts.
Influenced by the memory of eight years, Cen Dongsheng's initial attitude was cautious, reverent, even fearful; but after Sister Zhi Zhen approached him, all barriers collapsed.
Not to mention he's just a college freshman now, even eight years later, he's a guy under thirty without a girlfriend; both physically and mentally prone to getting fired up, facing the approach of a beautiful, mature neighborly sister, he naturally couldn't help feeling flustered...
He originally thought that occasionally sneaking a glance at her legs wouldn't be noticed, but hearing Sister Zhen's words made him a bit uncertain.
"Be honest, sister won't be mad~"
An Zhizhen suddenly moved closer. The tent was dim, obscuring her expression, leaving only her soft, slightly hoarse voice scratching at his heart, her moist breath occasionally brushing against his cheeks and earlobes.
"Actually, for us women, depending on the person casting such a gaze, our mindset naturally varies. Most is unpleasant or indifferent, but occasionally... there's a situation that brings joy."
Sister Zhi Zhen leaned over, bending forward, enveloping him as if about to fall into his arms, yet stopping at a subtle distance; their bodies didn't touch but felt each other so close, enveloped in her gentle, elegant fragrance.
The atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous, Sister Zhen's voice lingered by his ear.
"Don't want to answer? It's fine, Dongsheng, just having such thoughts makes me happy."
"Sister Zhen, what you said just now... I don't quite understand. What do you want me to do?"
"Nothing, really, just do what you think is right, teach that person a good lesson, the more excessive the better, kill him if necessary, prove that something belongs to you and only you forever."
Prove... what?
Cen Dongsheng's heart trembled.
At that moment, time inside the tent seemed to stretch indefinitely.
Until—
They heard footsteps approaching in the night.
"...They're here."
The young man held her shoulders, gently pushing the woman away.
An Zhizhen obediently kept silent, leaving Cen Dongsheng's arms, but looked at him with a sly glint in her eyes.
*
Nearer, ever closer.
As a fight approached, Cen Dongsheng quickly adjusted his mentality, calming himself.
He curled up, hidden in the corner behind the flap, keeping his muscles primed for action like a spring loading slowly.
If the opponent had sensory abilities, this lurking would be futile, but he was unsure of their capabilities, so he prepared as best he could.
Hearing conflict outside the tent, Cen Dongsheng began deep breathing, focusing his energy,
Sister Zhen sat quietly behind him. Even hearing a scream, she remained unruffled, unmoving, breathing steadily.
Just as he thought, reliable.
True Qi flowed through his body like water, driven by his will, bulging veins appeared on his tense arms.
...
Rewind to the moment Deng Rong lifted the tent's flap.
In his pupils, Cen Dongsheng's appearance reflected as the young man rose with a cold demeanor and swung a fist toward his chest.
The powerful punch was like a shell fired, like a speeding train crashing into his chest, shaking his organs until they seemed to flip inside out.
Strength equaled speed; this punch heavy and forceful, yet swift as lightning, faster than any world-class jab, but Deng Rong wasn't ordinary nor a novice, so in that split second—
At least he managed to raise his arms to block.
Almost simultaneously, he heard a "crack," the sound of bones shattering, emanating from his arm.
"Gah!"
Deng Rong grimaced, vomiting a mouthful of blood mixed with organ fragments.
He had no doubt that without instinctively blocking that blow, the fist would have pierced through his chest.
This... was definitely abnormal! Even if a Curse Forbidden Master could enhance blows with True Qi, the opponent's strength surpassed anything flesh and blood should hold, feeling like facing a crane.
Is it... the "Human Immortal Series" curse prohibition?! And at a high level...
Deng Rong's arms grew limp, but he endured the intense pain, choosing to counterattack immediately, his mouth bulging, protruding forward with a row of sharp teeth like bird's beaks, pecking fiercely at Cen Dongsheng's arm.
"Snap."
However, his move was entirely within Cen Dongsheng's anticipation.
Deng Rong's wide-open mouth was pinched by the young man's other hand, veins bulging, True Qi flowing, exuding a metallic steely gray.
The restraint's grip on his hands felt like cast iron, unyielding regardless of his struggles.
Before Deng Rong could conceive his next move, the muscular outline of the young man's clothed arm bulged fiercely.
"Rip—"
Instantly, flesh and blood flew, as Deng Rong's entire jaw was torn off alive...
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