Chapter 1: The Moon is Hazy and the Reeds are Swaying, a Girl Meets with Violence from a Wicked Bandit

  That was a low-lying and sparsely populated area with tens of miles without a village, a water network lake district that had been flooded for nine out of ten years. Hidden in the accumulated water pits and vast reed marshes were dangers. On an autumn night with a hazy moonlight, he walked while watching; the night scene was so enchanting. The sky twinkled with stars, clusters and clusters... scattering light on the world, on the fields, by the small roads, by the reed marshes... providing entertainment venues for active insects. Night was their stage, they were singing and dancing freely! He listened to those singers' wails like an audience, walking along the reed marshes on one side and the vast wilderness of the sheep intestine path on the other.

  "Ah……” A strange and eerie cry suddenly came from the reeds, sending chills down his spine. He immediately tensed up, fearful and terrified, staring blankly ahead. For a moment, he didn't know what to do, his legs went weak, and his heart was racing non-stop. Due to excessive tension, his neck stiffened, his eyes widened, and all he could see was the tip of his own nose.

  He had thought of turning back, but the road home was already halfway walked, and going forward or backward was equally far. Besides, how could he explain to his relatives and friends if he returned? "Say that I'm afraid and don't dare go home." Wouldn't they laugh at him, a young and strong man being so useless? Originally, others already looked down on him, born timid like a mouse, speaking like a big girl, so greedy for life and afraid of death, it would make people look down on him even more.

  "No way," he mustered up the courage to move forward, and absolutely not retreat. So, he steeled himself, summoned his courage, gritted his teeth, quickened his pace, and rushed forward, eager to leave this godforsaken place that was neither village nor town behind.

  He ran quickly under the dim moonlight, trying to alleviate his fear and anxiety by looking less at the reeds on the other side. The night wind blew through the reed leaves, making a rustling sound like wolves attacking sheep, stunning the wilderness. It was as if mixed with the sound of heavy rain, even more mournful and oppressive. The wind filled every corner, as if every pore was trembling in the sharp whistle of the wind, and every nerve was exploding in the angry roar of the wind. It was violent, furious, and destructive...

  He didn't dare to look at the rustling reeds, which seemed like a dark and eerie mouth of a devil... The more he looked, the more frightened he became, the more he thought, the more terrified he was. Afraid that some terrible monster would jump out, his eyes turned to the other side, gazing into the distance. So, he tilted his neck, twisted his head, with his face turned to the left, and his eyes looking up at the stars in the sky, trying to muster up courage, humming a little tune, "La da... la da... la da la..." Quickening his pace, he ran with small steps...

  But who would have thought that the open space was not quiet either. Suddenly, a piece of tomb land appeared in front of my eyes, with those small hill-like tombs, and the tombstones standing in front of them, like headless demons, making this low-lying plain look even more gloomy and frightening.

  Look, that newly buried grave has a willow branch stuck in it, with strings of paper money circles hanging from it, being blown by the wind and swaying back and forth, making a "whooshing" sound. The voice is so eerie that it's as if a ghost is jumping out of the new grave and shaking the willow branch. Could he have died unjustly? Venting at the willow branch, you can faintly hear a crying voice, which sends shivers down your spine...

  At this moment, his head was dizzy, three thousand strands of hair stood upright, his forehead was sweating profusely, his eyes were flashing with golden light, and his ears were ringing loudly. His heart was frightened, "Ah" a cry, was tightly entwined by this nameless fear, he who was born timid and afraid of death, had now lost his soul.

  He plucked up his courage and tried to run away from this haunted place as fast as he could, but his legs turned to jelly and his whole body trembled with fear, unable to move.

  Since he couldn't run or hide, he had no choice but to lower his head and stop looking at the tomb. The more anxious and afraid he became, the less he wanted to look at the tomb, yet the more involuntarily he glanced over at it.

  Suddenly, a faint and flickering flame emerged from the tomb, as if burning, yet also illuminating. The ghostly fire blinked and flashed, moving... towards him in pursuit.

  That was a group of disheveled devils, baring their teeth and pouncing over...

  "The ghost is here!" He shouted, only to feel his eyes turn black, his head spinning, and he fell to the ground.

  At this time, a gentle breeze blew in, mixed with a hint of coolness, blowing his hair, blowing the reeds by his side, shaking and sweeping across his face. He was finally swept away by the reeds and woke up from his daze.

  He forcibly propped himself up, feeling a wet sensation in his crotch. It turned out that when he fell down, he had stimulated the nerves of his urinary tract and was so scared that he lost control of his bladder. With a "gushing" sound, like opening a floodgate, urine poured straight into his pants.

  "Alas," he sighed, "a dead pig isn't afraid of boiling water." Anyway, it's all the same death. Running won't work, hiding won't help, let the devil do as he pleases.

  He closed his eyes, covered his ears with both hands and stopped looking around blindly as he walked. However, the road was rugged and bumpy, making it difficult to walk. He had no choice but to squint, occasionally lifting his head to look at the road ahead.

  Suddenly, "Help... someone come quick! Help..." came the woman's cry for help. How could there be a woman's voice calling out in this desolate wilderness?

  He suspected that it was a female ghost. That grave must have had many lonely and wild ghosts, both male and female. They died unjustly and wanted to find substitutes, intentionally using shouts for help to deceive people...

  He trembled and slowly opened his hands covering his ears, trying to determine whether it was a ghost or a human. He remembered the old man saying that ghosts made sounds like "wah wah" without turning corners. The voice that could speak was human, definitely not a ghost, and it was a woman's cry for help. This sound actually gave him more courage.

  He took advantage of the hazy moonlight, opened his eyes wide and looked in the direction of the shouting. Sure enough, a black shadow was running, seemingly a woman, with another black shadow closely following behind, resembling a man.

  What are they going to do?

  At this time, the black shadow behind caught up with the black shadow in front. The black shadow in front fell down, and the black shadow behind pressed onto the body of the black shadow in front...

  "Somebody is robbed," the woman's cry for help gave him infinite power and courage, "not a ghost is afraid of what," he shouted to himself to boost his morale, and quickly stepped forward along the dark reeds.

  At this time, the calls became louder and more urgent...

  You see two people fighting, the woman in front broke free and got up, ran a few steps forward, but was still knocked down by the man behind.

  The situation is extremely urgent and the rescue of the woman cannot be delayed. Suddenly, a surge of courage came from somewhere, and a voice echoed in his ear, "How can you just stand by and do nothing?"

  He immediately picked up a clod of earth and threw it at the black shadow on his body, hitting him squarely in the back.

  With just a loud "ah", the black-clad man immediately jumped up and fled hastily.

  He immediately followed with a swift step, rushing up with lightning speed, and shouted loudly, "Where to escape!"

  After all, a black shadow of a man with a guilty conscience immediately disappeared into the night...

  He looked at her in the morning and found that she was indeed a woman. Her bare, snow-white, plump body appeared even more enticing under the hazy moonlight.

  He was a straightforward young man who also had physiological needs for the opposite sex, but at this moment he didn't think about anything else. Perhaps it was because of the fear and shock earlier that he felt sympathetic instead. How could he take advantage of someone in trouble? He closed his eyes and shouted, "Quickly, quickly put on your clothes."

  The girl couldn't help but feel ashamed and immediately knelt down to kowtow, crying and speaking at the same time, "Thank you, big brother, for saving me."

  "Thanks for nothing," he muttered to himself, having reluctantly taken the night road and inadvertently saved a woman. It turned out that a rascal had been following the woman from behind, chasing her into the wilderness, where the dark sky had given rise to evil intentions, and he had just torn off the woman's belt. Suddenly, he was hit on the back of his head, and hearing someone shouting, in the darkness of the reeds, he couldn't tell what was happening, thinking that reinforcements had arrived, and with the woman already exhausted from their struggle, another helper would be no match for him, and for a moment, he panicked.

  Although the woman's strength was no match for the man, she struggled with all her might and didn't let him have his way. Instead, taking advantage of the thug's momentary distraction, she bit down hard on his wrist. With a sudden push from behind and a pincer movement from both sides, there was a loud "ah" sound, followed by the thug releasing his grip and scrambling to his feet to flee in disarray.

  The woman's clothes were in disarray, her upper shirt torn apart and her pants' waistband broken during the fight with the thugs. Despite trying to tidy herself up, she was still unable to cover herself properly. She had no choice but to hold up her pants with one hand and cover her full breasts with the other, kneeling down to kowtow in gratitude.

  At this time, the wind weakened, and a gentle breeze blew in. The wind was like rain silk, moistening the cheeks of young men and women, hanging on the girl's hair, facing the pungent wind, making you naturally recite the poem "Clothes wet with apricot flower rain, face blown by willow wind without cold."

  At this time, he was calm and composed, his fright had dissipated, and when he saw that icy pure **, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. He had never seen a woman's body before, and he was filled with curiosity, his eyes fixed on it, the more he looked, the more he wanted to look, and immediately ignited the fire of desire in his heart.

  To be honest, he was also in his youth, and had a strong physiological demand for women. He looked around cautiously, thinking to himself, what a great opportunity! No need to use force, everything is ready-made. The belt doesn't need to be untied, nor does it need to be pulled, just a light kick with the foot, and if he were to pounce at this moment...

  Knowing what comes after

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