[Martial Arts] Infinite Chamber Game

Xiao Long Nu was a kind girl after all. She just wanted to teach the Seventh Best Man in the World a lesson, but she didn't expect to implicate Lu Xiao Feng. She felt a little guilty for a while.

So before giving the seventh man in the world a new time, he specially pressed his acupuncture points and said to Lu Xiaofeng: "Go a hundred steps away and come back at this time tomorrow."

Lu Xiaofeng was very moved. He rubbed his eyes which were sore from crying and disappeared in a leap.

As soon as he left, only Xiaolongnu and Number Seven Under Heaven were left in the secret room. This time, there was no need to be polite. As long as she sensed any malicious intent, she would immediately activate her skills, without stopping, not giving Number Seven Under Heaven any chance to catch her breath.

That day was like a nightmare to Number Seven Under Heaven. The brick floor was hard and cold. His legs felt sore and numb from kneeling. He almost lost consciousness. His eyes were swollen to the size of peach pits and his throat was completely hoarse.

He felt like he had shed all the tears he had ever cried in his lifetime.

It was also on this day that Xiao Long Nu left him with a deep psychological trauma. Not to mention having any frivolous thoughts about her again, as soon as he saw her raise her hand, Seventh Under Heaven felt his eyes sore, his knees weak, and cold sweats all over his body.

In the end, the reason why Xiaolongnu only used six skills was not because she was soft-hearted, nor was it because of the discomfort caused by empathy between teammates, but because No. 7 in the World really had no malice to radiate.

That's why Xiao Longnu vowed that Wen Xue'an had turned over a new leaf and that all the people around her were good people.

Of course, which bad guy can withstand her torture?

After she finished explaining the whole story in a concise manner, Li Mochou's eyes lit up and he said to his two teammates, "What do you think of this story?"

She pointed to the live broadcast room, where Number Seven Under Heaven was peeking out of the dilapidated wooden house. "A cold-blooded killer fell in love with a simple girl, knelt in front of her and cried for nine hours, confessed his faults, and changed his ways. Does this count as a soul shock?"

Hua Manlou was still in deep thought, but Lei Chun shook his head: "I don't think it's shocking, I just think it's ridiculous."

"Perhaps we have all fallen into a misunderstanding. What exactly does this soul vibration refer to?" Lei Chun lowered his eyes and said while thinking: "The story of Playboy Hua can only be said to have peculiar relationships between the characters. If we take away the outer layer of these relationships, the story itself is nothing. As for my story, it is even more ridiculous."

Hua Manlou said, "Yes, we have put the cart before the horse. We should think carefully about the plot. After all, even if we write about a man falling in love with another man, it will only get 10 points. So even if we write about a man falling in love with a cat or a dog, I'm afraid the score won't be too high."

The room was silent for a while, but the live broadcast connection was not interrupted. Lu Xiaofeng also maintained the same posture as the three wonderful writers. He lay on his back on the bed, one leg dangling on the edge of the bed, holding a jar of wine in his arms, and joked: "It seems that you don't have any stories to write."

Hua Manlou just smiled, but Lei Chun's dark eyes flickered and he said, "Mr. Lu has investigated many cases over there. I'm sure there must be some very sad ones, right?"

Lu Xiaofeng took a breath, and the wine in his arms automatically flowed into his mouth. He swallowed it in one gulp. There was still a smile on his face, but his eyes were a little straight, as if his thoughts had drifted far away.

“There are two of them.”

He flipped upside down, walked around the dilapidated house, and said, "Look around this room. Do you find anything wrong?"

Li Mochou and Lei Chun were still hesitating, but Hua Manlou asked, "Do you have wine?"

Lu Xiaofeng said: "The jar in my hand is what I asked Youxi for. Excluding this one, take a closer look at it."

Lei Chun said: "This seems to be a very poor family."

Li Mochou's eyes trembled slightly, and he said affirmatively: "This is the border, right?"

Lu Xiaofeng was a little surprised: "You know? Have you been here?"

Li Mochou sneered slightly and said nothing.

Hua Manlou said slowly, "There are a lot of dishes and chopsticks on the floor and on the table, but there is only one bed in the room, which is too narrow. There is a hole in the roof, and it has not been repaired. It is only covered with thatch. There is a door stone next to the door, but it is not convenient to enter and exit in that position. But judging from the marks on the ground, the stone must have been dragged frequently."

"There were children's clothes beside the bed... It was obvious that this family had only a poor single woman and a child. Their lives must have been very difficult. She couldn't repair the broken roof, so she could only lay thatch to make do. During every long and terrible night, all she could rely on were the two shaky wooden doors and the stones supporting them."

"There were cups and plates scattered on the table and floor, as well as some scattered bones. It looked like a murder had occurred here, and the hostess was entertaining guests, at least three guests."

After hearing this analysis, Lu Xiaofeng almost applauded Hua Manlou. Even Xiao Longnu couldn't help showing admiration. Lu Xiaofeng even boasted to her: "I told you long ago that my friend is as smart as me. Normally, he couldn't see, but it was like he had an extra pair of eyes. Now that he can see, it's like he has an extra pair of eyes! Do you admire him or not?"

Hua Manlou guessed all of them correctly.

Next, Lu Xiaofeng told the story. "This is indeed a border, a border that has been through many wars. The hostess here is called A Ling. She was originally from the next village, closer to the battlefield. In winter, foreign cavalry often broke in to burn, kill and loot. A Ling's parents, brothers and sisters were all killed by foreign cavalry, and her home was burned to ashes. But that day she happened to sneak out to meet a young man, so she escaped."

"She had lost her family and had nowhere to go. It was the boy she was secretly dating who took her in. They were childhood sweethearts and became husband and wife. Unfortunately, they were married for less than half a year before the boy joined the army."

"Before he left, the young man made a solemn promise to Aling: 'Wait for me. I will go to the battlefield to kill as many Tartars as possible, avenge your parents and family, and earn fame and honor so that you and your children can live a good life!' Aling waited for him for nine years. Neighbors and friends came to persuade her, saying that the young man must have died outside and would never come back. Why did you have to stay with him? The child was still young and you were young. How could you live like this?"

"A Ling didn't listen. She kept waiting. She believed that her husband would never lie to her. Killing the Tartars, taking revenge, and earning fame and fame were the only things her husband said before he left. These were her only thoughts during those difficult days."

Before Lu Xiaofeng finished speaking, Li Mochou was already sneering: "Most men in this world are unfaithful and unlucky. That man must have become very successful. How could he think of his wife and children in this shabby wooden house?"

Hua Manlou shook his head. He looked at the bones scattered on the ground, covered with dust, and forced a smile, "She waited for her husband to come back, didn't she?"

Lu Xiaofeng nodded.

"She did wait for her husband to come back, but she was a little afraid to recognize him, because in her memory, her husband was a good man who stood up to the sky and stood up to the sky. Although he was poor, he was a man of courage and was definitely not a dog following three Tartars."

"It can only be said that times have changed. Their country lost the war, and the emperor was frightened. Not only did he pay compensation, he also ceded a large piece of land to foreign tribes, including the town where Aling lived."

"The boy is no longer the boy he used to be. He has grown into a young man, but his straight back has bent, his head has been shaved, he wears a sheepskin coat, and he bows and nods to a man who looks like an officer. When he suddenly bumps into Ah Ling, his eyes are a little evasive, but the next moment he scolds her for not knowing etiquette and not knowing how to kneel and bow to the military commander and offer wine and meat."

Li Mochou sneered again: "How dare a bastard like this ask for wine and meat? He should chop it up and feed it to the dogs, so as not to waste the food."

Lu Xiaofeng's voice was a little ethereal: "Yes, Ah Ling thought so too. How could such a man be her husband? How could he be the husband she had thought about day and night for nine years?"

Hearing this, Lei Chun slightly widened his eyes: "Could it be...she killed him? But...but this can't be entirely blamed on her husband. The tree is rotten from the root, how can you blame a dead leaf?"

Lu Xiaofeng said, "What a pity... If A Ling's relatives hadn't died at the hands of those foreigners, if her husband had been tougher, even if he came back penniless, he would still be her husband."

"Unfortunately, there is no if. Ah Ling poisoned the food and drinks and killed the three arrogant officers with her own hands, along with the husband she had waited for nine years."

Hua Manlou sighed deeply: "She is a strong-willed woman. No matter what, she finally avenged her family and resolved a knot in her heart. If she finds a man to marry, she will have someone to rely on for the rest of her life."

"What a pity..." Lu Xiaofeng stroked the table: "What a pity..."

Lei Chun said: "What a pity?"

Number Seven Under Heaven suddenly walked in from outside. He had always been silent, but at this moment he suddenly spoke.

"He doesn't want to tell the rest of the story, so I'll tell it."

He actually smiled and took out a letter from his arms.

"The reason we came here is to deliver this letter."

Hua Manlou asked: "What letter?"

"It was a letter a man wrote to his wife. In the letter, he said that his troops were defeated, the emperor surrendered, and the generals surrendered, but he was unwilling to surrender because he always remembered who killed his wife's family and who made them live in such poverty. So, the man decided to follow the troops and pretend to surrender, acting servile and submissive, so as to take the opportunity to get close to these Tartar officers. He was not afraid of death, but just wanted to see his wife and children again before he died..."

Number Seven Under Heaven sighed in a somewhat artificial manner: "Unfortunately, we encountered a villain who was killing the elderly and the weak on the way here, and we took advantage of the situation to kill him, so... we arrived a little late."

"When we arrived, the poison in the food and wine had already taken effect. This woman was really cruel. Seeing her husband struggling, she picked up a bench and smashed it on his head without saying a word, smashing his brains out. But she didn't pay attention to her little girl, who picked up the leftovers on the ground and ate them, and she was also poisoned to death."

The three talented writers were all stunned, and couldn't even utter a word.

Maybe he felt the atmosphere was a bit sad, so No. 7 Under Heaven smiled again. He was not used to laughing, so he looked eerie with a distorted face.

"I have another story here, do you want to hear it?"

(End of this chapter)