Concubine

Chapter 290 The Massacre in the Thunderstorm
As long as he can remember, he hasn't had a good day.

His mother beat him like a wild dog. There was no reason, and no reason was needed. First, he kicked and kicked, and then sticks and vines. I don’t know how many vines were broken. I don't know how many scars I have, and I don't know how many times I woke up from a pool of blood.

When his mother beat him, she kicked him so hard that he convulsed and passed out, and when he woke up, he strangled his neck until he rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue, and when he was about to die, he cursed and let him go, and so on. He calmed down, and pinched him again.

He wouldn't beg for mercy—since he knew that begging for mercy was useless under mother's cane and fist, he never begged for mercy again.

He can't cry either, and he hasn't since he knew that crying would only make his mother beat him harder.

He could only endure, gritted his teeth and endured, and when he couldn't bear it any longer, he passed out.

He will never forget that it was a thunderstorm day, the rumbling thunder almost knocked off the roof, and the strong wind mixed with heavy rain knocked the windows back and forth.His mother tied him up with a rope for some reason.He took off his trousers, took a pair of scissors and stretched them under his crotch, and then there was a heart-pounding pain that made him pass out.

At the moment of fainting, what remained in its eternal memory was his mother's distorted face under the lightning, and the pair on his chest.

After he woke up, his crotch was wrapped in layers of gauze, and everything in the world changed.

Boys of the same age have already turned into male duck voices, but his voice is still so sharp. When he was surrounded by other boys and secretly looked at those paintings with wide-eyed excited eyes, he saw them He was so excited, but he didn't react at all.

He didn't know why the women in the book could arouse the boys so much, but they didn't appeal to him at all.

One summer day not long after he recovered from his injury, a group of young boys were swimming by the river, and when they competed on the river beach to see who had the longest breasts, he was the only one who refused to take off his pants.

When the boys hurriedly pulled his pants off, everyone burst into laughter, because under his crotch, the pride of that man was gone, and there were two little circles under the other little boy's nipples. Balls, he doesn't have any!The rest is just a small eye.

Amid the roar of everyone's laughter, he finally understood why his voice didn't get thicker and why he didn't respond to the painting. It was all because his mother had deprived him of being a real men's rights.

The children tied one hand with a trouser belt and hung him from a big tree by the side of the village road, stripped him of all his clothes, then laughed and hit him with dirt lumps and spat at him.

He didn't cry, nor begged for mercy, just like when he was under his mother's rainy cane.

It was a Taoist nun who drove away the children and saved him.The nun took pity on him for being bullied by others, and taught him kung fu for a month in private—this kung fu is called hand with muscles and bones.

In his heart, this nun is the best person in the world to him, and the only person who treats him well. Others only regard him as a monster, a deformity, a beast that everyone can kick, beat and insult.

Unfortunately, a month later, the Taoist nun left.Never saw her again.

However, no one dared to bully him since then, because he twisted the arms of all those who bullied him.Including fucking.

In that summer, he was sent to the palace as a young eunuch.In that summer, his mother died, and no one knew the reason.

In the palace, the suffering he suffered since he was a child helped him to endure all kinds of bullying, and the ability to watch his face and feelings from a young age also made him quickly gain the favor of his master, and gradually became a person who can also decide the fate of others .

However, I don't know when, every time there is thunder and lightning, he will start to go crazy.

I don't know how many years later, wild walking, throwing things, and fighting can't calm his frenzied heart. He needs greater stimulation to calm his heart.

Thus, a court lady in her twenties who admired his power and tried to "confront" him became his first victim.

It was also a thunderstorm night, after the maid quietly came to his residence, he took off the maid's chin with his muscular hands so that she could not shout, and twisted her hands and feet so that she could not run away. He could stare at him with terrified eyes, and endured his torture helplessly.

He tortured her all night, before finally dying at dawn.

He excitedly found that blood could calm him down, and the terrified woman's eyes that were slowly losing the brilliance of life could give him peace of mind.

In a panic, he cut the corpse into several pieces, put them in his pocket, sneaked them out of the palace, and threw them into a secluded river ditch.Before that, he plucked a handful of the woman's hair and put it in a small jewelry box.

The disappearance of the court lady did not cause much disturbance, and no one suspected him or dared to suspect him.The bones were not found either, maybe they were washed away by the surging river, maybe they were buried in the sand, maybe they were taken away by wild dogs, maybe they were eaten by wild animals, anyway, that incident did not cause him any trouble.

Of course, he regretted that the first killing was so imperfect, but he could forgive himself, after all, it was the first killing.

That murder allowed him to spend more than a year in peace.Thunderstorms don't make him manic either, because all he needs to do is open that jewelry box and take a look at his loot to calm his manic heart.

However, the excitement brought about by the first murder finally faded slowly and helplessly like the bright colors of paint, and he began to become more and more irritable again, and the jewelry box could not calm him down.

So he started killing again, women, mature women—during thunderstorms.

He is no longer choosing women in the palace, that would be too easy to expose.

His status at that time already allowed him to freely enter and exit the palace.He likes to kill people in thunderstorms, and that's how the second woman died miserably at his hands.

This time it was in the wild, in the deserted wilderness, listening to the woman's wailing and screaming, begging for mercy, but it was useless, just like when he begged for mercy under his mother's cane.

He likes the stimulation of thunder and lightning and heavy rain. He likes to see this woman struggle weakly under his fists and feet, and then slowly torture her to death.

What he likes most is watching his blade slowly cut into a woman's body.

This later became his habit of killing. He never remembered how many women he killed, but every time he killed a woman, he would have an extra collection.Appreciating these collections has become a major part of his leisure life.

Wang Dianshi's concubine, Zhao Qinglan, had been staring at him for a long time, and it took him a lot of effort to kill this woman.Zhao Qinglan is beautiful, coquettish and violent. He believes that subduing her will give him great satisfaction.

However, the mysterious disappearance of Zhao Qinglan and Wang Dianshi made him very distressed. After careful searching, he finally found their clues. He waited for her halfway, subdued her with his hands, and slowly tortured her to death. die.

This success gave him peace of mind for months.

until today.

Thunderstorms were frequent in summer, and those trophies could no longer calm him down. He was like a wild animal out of its cage, looking for its prey.

So, he found Judge Zhao's wife, Tian Shi, with a servant and a little maid.

On their way back, he attacked them from behind, knocked down the maidservants and servants one by one from the back of the neck, removed Tian's jaw, broke her limbs, and carried her over several mountains. After a few ridges, we came to a deserted place.

At this time, the thunder roared and the heavy rain was heavy.

He deliberately put Tian's mandible back in place, listened to her screams and pleadings, and tortured her to death slowly.

This time, he purposely brought the body back to the path not far from where Tian Shi was kidnapped, and dismembered the body.

It was still raining heavily, so there were no pedestrians on the road. He handled everything smoothly, stood on the side of the road, and admired it for a long time, before disappearing into the mountains after a few ups and downs.

(End of this chapter)