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Song Hu paced back and forth in the room.

Over the years, apart from the time he witnessed his wife being brutally murdered by members of the Thick Earth Cult, he had never felt such anticipation and excitement.

His heart pounded like a drum, his blood was boiling, his mouth was dry and parched, yet he didn't even want to drink a drop of water—at this moment, all he could think about was that beautiful woman's body and how beautiful a human skin he could make.

As his emotions surged, so did his anxiety. Song Hu paced around the room a few times before finally asking a question.

"My lord, those men have been gone for half the night, why haven't they returned yet?"

pity.

The clerk did not answer, but simply looked at him with aged eyes.

Surprisingly, Song Hu didn't get angry; he just pursed his lips tightly and continued walking with his signature pigeon-toed gait.

After a long silence, he finally couldn't help but speak again.

“My lord, I know you’re unhappy with the punishment I gave you before, but I’m still your superior, so you should at least say something.”

Given his personality, these words could be described as kind and gentle, yet the advisor remained silent, simply staring at him with lifeless eyes.

Song Hu sighed softly and could only step forward and gently pat the advisor's head.

It would have been better if he hadn't made a move. Once he did, the advisor's head immediately tilted to the side, and he fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Song Hu was stunned for a long time, then helplessly squatted down, picked up the head, and placed it on the support.

"Alright, alright, since you won't say anything, then just stay quiet. Just don't disturb my wedding night."

As if unaware that the clerk was already dead, Prefect Song straightened the head, then finally sat down in a chair and began to wait quietly.

After an unknown amount of time, the knocking finally sounded.

"Master, we have brought the goods you requested."

Song Hu finally stood up excitedly, but he immediately realized his identity as a Taoist priest and prefect, coughed, and then pretended to be calm as he spoke.

"come in."

The robbers walked in carrying bags. The leader first glanced almost imperceptibly at the head hanging on the rack, sighed for the man's death, and then spoke to Prefect Song Hu.

"Master Celestial Master, I have brought you what you requested. Is there anything else you require?"

"Did no one find out along the way?"

"Please rest assured, Celestial Master. Although we are not as professional as the Northern Luo Bandits, kidnapping a woman is still a piece of cake for us. There were no accidents along the way."

After hearing this, Prefect Song finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alright, that's all for you. Put your things down and then leave."

Upon seeing that seemingly calm but actually anxious face, the leader wisely remained silent and then put down the bag on his shoulder.

But at that moment, with a piercing meow, a fat cat suddenly darted out of the bag. Before anyone could react, it charged forward with the force of a pig, smashing several expensive vases in succession before disappearing into a corner of the house and never to be seen again.

The followers of the Houtu Sect, including Song Hu, were stunned for several seconds before the leader hurriedly knelt down.

"Sir, I didn't mean to! That cat belongs to this woman. I don't know when it got into my pocket. Sir, please wait a moment, I'll catch that beast and skin it alive right away."

Song Hu did not answer.

All his attention was drawn to the woman.

He stared blankly, as if everything else had vanished, leaving only that rosy face in the house.

Not long ago, he had indeed caught a glimpse of it from afar, but unfortunately, due to his status, he couldn't get as close as those lecherous men.

But upon closer inspection now, he realized that the woman's appearance far exceeded his expectations.

"So beautiful. She's almost as beautiful as the Earth Goddess."

"Sir, what did you say?"

"No, it's nothing." Song Hu didn't even bother pretending anymore, waving his hand impatiently. "You can all leave now. Let me be alone with her for a while!"

"But sir, that cat..."

"It's just a lousy cat, it won't get in the way. I can catch it tomorrow morning, it'll be the same!"

Upon hearing this, the followers of the Thick Earth Sect had no choice but to leave, making sure to lock the door behind them before departing.

At this moment, Song Hu reached out and carefully touched that face.

Her skin was like solidified cream, and her face like cinnabar.
Song Hu was a Jinshi (a successful candidate in the highest imperial examinations), and he could easily compose poems and essays. But now he found himself suddenly at a loss for words, unable to find a single phrase to describe the woman's beauty.

After a while, his hand slid down.

The woman had a white cloth wrapped around her throat, which seemed to be a funeral custom in her region. The white cloth was very rough, but it revealed a stunning beauty when paired with her face and her plain clothes.

At this point, Song Hu dared not touch her any further, fearing that he would defile this fairy-like figure.

Over the years, I've dissected many women, always taking only the most essential part, but this one is different because there's absolutely no place to cut.

—She is the most perfect thing in herself, so any attempt to piece her together would be a desecration.

Wait, maybe I
Just as Song Hu had a thought he had never had before, the woman slowly woke up from her slumber with a groan.

Then, the first thing she saw was Song Hu's pale face, and the head of the old master hanging not far away, his eyes wide open in death.

Naturally, a scream rang out.

Looking at the woman's panicked and terrified face, Song Hu wasn't flustered at all—after all, the house was protected by a magic array, so even if someone screamed, it wouldn't reach outside. On the contrary, he found himself increasingly admiring the woman's terrified expression.

As expected, she is a naturally beautiful woman; even her contorted expression is so beautiful.

As a man who cherishes women, Song Hu politely introduced himself first.

"Don't worry, my beauty, and don't be afraid. I am the prefect of this county, and I will soon become your master."

moment.

The once tidy room became extremely messy.

The beauty screamed, she fled, and she even picked up a small knife from the table, wanting to fight Song Hu to the death.

But all of this was in vain.

The woman lay sprawled on the ground, her flat chest heaving, her face filled with despair.

It's a pity that this is the only drawback; it's better for women to be a little bigger. But it doesn't matter, I like smaller ones too.

Seeing that the woman had completely given up, Song Hu leisurely stood up from his chair, casually tossed the knife aside, and smiled politely.

"My lady, you don't need to waste your energy. Although I, Song Hu, earned this position of Celestial Master through official rank, it's not something a young girl like you can defy."

Moreover, as he spoke, he walked to the beauty's side, gently lifted her fair and jade-like chin with his index finger, and continued.

"Originally, I wanted to torture you terribly, then skin you alive and use your skin as decoration in the house—just like those other girls who disappeared before."

Upon hearing this, the beauty trembled, and tears finally welled up in her eyes and streamed down her face.

Song Hu was quite pleased with this miserable and tragic appearance, so he laughed even more heartily.

“However, I find your appearance quite pleasing, so I intend to give you a chance.” The beauty spoke in fear, her voice as clear and crisp as pearls falling onto a jade plate.

"Please tell me, sir, no, I am a woman! What can I do to spare my life?"

“It’s very simple.” Song Hu pointed to the carved bed in the room. “See that one?”

The beauty replied, trembling.

"I saw it."

"Climb up yourself and serve me well, and perhaps I will spare your life."

The beauty's face turned deathly pale.

In this era, many people value chastity more than life itself. In some areas, losing one's virginity before marriage only results in being drowned in a pig cage, the beauty said, her lips trembling.

"Please, please have mercy, Your Honor, spare me this time!"

"Since you refuse to serve me, do you want to be skinned alive?"

These words finally became the last straw, and the beauty stood up shakily and staggered toward the bed.

When she collapsed onto it, she was already sobbing uncontrollably.

With a lewd grin, Song Hu approached the beauty, first smoothing her hair, then taking a deep, ecstatic breath before whispering something.

"You don't need to be so afraid. I am, after all, a prefect. Although you will never be able to leave this house again, I can at least ensure that you have enough to eat and wear. Moreover, with my status as a celestial master, it will not be difficult for me to obtain one for you after the elixir of immortality is made. You will be immortal and youthful forever. Isn't that much better than turning into a handful of dust in a few decades?"

The beauty trembled, and whether she finally gave up or not, she gently squeezed out a few words.

"Please have mercy, sir."

Hearing that the beauty had finally agreed, Song Hu didn't rush to do anything—only a young boy would do something like hastily taking off his pants. So he first let the beauty crawl into the quilt, and then continued what he hadn't finished earlier.

His fingertips slid down her face, feeling the trembling of her skin and fine hairs, but when they finally landed on her neck, Song Hu frowned.

"My dear wife, why is your neck so stiff?"

The beauty buried her head in the pillow, not daring to look.

"This servant...this servant was too frightened just now, which prevented me from stretching out properly. Please forgive me, sir."

Song Hu liked this attitude very much, so he didn't mind and carefully continued to feel downwards.

But when he got to his chest, he realized something was wrong.

He had previously thought that small things had their advantages, but honestly, this was going too far—even the bluestone on the palace was probably more curved than this thing.

"My dear wife, how come you're so small?"

This time, the beauty's neck was flushed, but she still managed to answer.

"My lord, when I was a child, my family was poor and we ate wild vegetables and coarse chaff, so my growth was always slower than that of my peers."

That's one explanation.

Song Hu shook his head and decided to put it aside for the time being—anyway, he had no shortage of food in his mansion, and with some milk and meat, she would grow into a curvaceous girl.

So the hand continued downwards, crossing her slender waist and round buttocks, finally reaching the most crucial place.

Otherwise.

But they never got to experience that long-awaited "what if".

"My dear wife, why does this room look so bulging?"

Song Hu finally realized something was wrong and yanked the blanket off—but then he let out a long sigh of relief.

It's a cat.

The cat that ran away earlier has somehow crawled into the bed, and what I touched earlier was probably its plump fur.

At this moment, the cat still had that chubby face, and it seemed to be saying something with great dissatisfaction.

"You just touched our tail, of course it's bulging!"

Song Hu shook his head.

Although it was just a false alarm, it still ruined my enjoyment. I'll let those people outside throw the cat into the oil and cook it to death.
—Wait a minute.

He suddenly paused, startled.

He looked at the cat's face with his hammer and suddenly remembered a question.

Speaking of which, can cats talk?
But at that moment, right there on the bed, a familiar, yet indignant male voice rang out.

"I say, Master, we've had enough of the show, shouldn't we get started?"

Looking up, I saw that the beauty had already sat up, her face showing no sign of panic, only an icy expression.

"No rush, no rush. I want to see how you react when you're really being interrogated. Come on, Prefect Song, don't just stand there. With such a beautiful woman in front of you, don't you feel any desire?"

The fat cat yawned lazily, then stood up like a human and actually gestured to Song Hu as if to ask him to go ahead.

"Taoist Priest!"

Hearing the increasingly cold voice, the fat cat finally sighed.

"Okay, okay, I got it. You've finished casting the talisman, right? If you're done, then I'll go."

At this moment, Song Hu finally remembered where he had heard this voice before.

—It was that person from the Evil Suppression Division, and that swordsman who had tricked him!

Song Hu opened his mouth, worried that if he tried to use his magic to issue a warning, it would attract the attention of the Hou Tu Sect followers outside the door—but he soon discovered that his voice was as if it had been submerged in water. Not to mention penetrating the magic array, it was even a luxury to hear it several feet away!

—Oh no, I forgot, this person from the Evil Suppression Division is a master of talisman magic.

—And another thing. How hateful! I finally met a beautiful woman who captivated me, but she turned out to be a man!

If Song Hu still didn't realize what had happened at this point, then he would be a complete fool—but even so, he felt no fear whatsoever.

After all, this is his residence. If he finds a chance to notify the people outside, then these two guys will be like moths to a flame, trapped like turtles in a jar!
He retreated rapidly, channeling his last bit of magic power into a barrier, and then ran towards a vase without looking back.

But just as he was about to press the hidden mechanism, his movements suddenly stopped.

the reason is simple.

A longsword, brimming with murderous intent, was already held against his neck; if he moved even slightly, it would strike without mercy.

then.

Then a lazy, yet cheerful voice came from behind.

"Prefect Song, this should be our third meeting, right? I wonder if we can have a proper talk this time?"

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