Wrongly practicing evil skills, imitating the laws of nature

#214 - See the young man's righteous attack! (5K subscription required)

In the quiet kitchen, Duan Yun and his companions watched Feng Ling'er create a human skin mask.

Feng Ling'er first poured a bit of clear oil on the table, spread the fresh face skin on it, and kneaded it. Then, she picked up a small rolling pin-like wooden stick and gently rolled it across the back of the face.

Honestly, the three of them were getting a little hungry watching this scene.

If the human face wasn't so terrifying, swaying under the oil lamp, they would have thought Feng Ling'er was frying pork skin.

After kneading the face for a while, Feng Ling'er gently exhaled.

Seeing this, Shen Ying couldn't help but ask, "Is that it?"

"Of course not."

After speaking, Feng Ling'er took out some fine powder from her package and sprinkled it on the back of the face.

Great, now it looked even more like it, all covered in flour.

Afterward, the two human faces were hung in the room. Feng Ling'er said, "Just wait for them to dry."

It must be said that with these two human faces hanging there, with the wind blowing, the expressions on their faces seemed to change, lifelike.

It really looked like something was going on.

This seemingly unreliable process actually yielded reliable results.

Shen Ying couldn't help but ask, "Where did you learn this method?"

Feng Ling'er said, "I have an aunt called 'Qin the Prodigy'."

Shen Ying immediately realized, "That Qin the Prodigy who is already sixty years old but is still called a prodigy?"

Feng Ling'er nodded and said, "Apart from martial arts, she likes to play around. She figured out how to make human skin masks because she thought it was fun."

The Murong brothers sighed, "That's right. A few years ago, it was said that seven of the most exquisite human skin masks on the market came from the Thousand Faces Immortal Sect, and the other three came from Qin the Prodigy, but there hasn't been any news since then."

Feng Ling'er nodded and said, "That's because my aunt didn't want to play anymore. Some of the human skin masks that were considered top-notch were even made of pig skin."

Shen Ying sighed, "Who would have thought that the method for making human skin masks would be so simple and unadorned."

Feng Ling'er smiled and said, "Because the inspiration for this method came from when she was frying pig skin with flour."

The Murong brothers said, "Then should we make some too?"

"Let's do it!" Duan Yun echoed.

And so, next to the drying human faces, the few of them really started frying pig skin, treating it as a midnight snack.

At this moment, Feng Ling'er couldn't help but ask, "You guys have your human skin masks, but what about ours?"

The Murong brothers asked in confusion, "Ours?"

"You're not going to act alone again and leave us here, are you? It's been a while since we've done anything heroic. We want to go too," Feng Ling'er replied.

"That's right, it's been a while since I've punched anyone. I want to go too," Shen Ying chimed in.

Seeing that Duan Yun and the Murong brothers didn't immediately agree, she couldn't help but say, "What, do you think we'll be a burden?"

The Murong brothers, afraid of being beaten, quickly said, "I don't underestimate anyone, and I definitely wouldn't dare underestimate any beautiful women. It's just that your human skin masks are a problem. We can't just cut off their faces, can we?"

The Murong brothers were undoubtedly gentle. He could cut off the faces of dead people, and he could barely cut off the faces of living men he didn't like, but he could never cut off the face of a living beautiful woman.

He wouldn't point a knife at a beautiful woman unless absolutely necessary. That was his principle.

That's why the faces of the two male assassins he killed were still hanging in the room.

"I want to be a hero!"

"I want to be a hero!"

At this moment, the two female assassins who hadn't eaten were shouting loudly, giving off the feeling of being at a military training ground.

Shen Ying asked, "What about them?"

Duan Yun pondered, "It must be because of the multiple electric shocks I gave them. These two have a more persistent and stable sense of chivalry."

In the past, bad people he injected with chivalrous energy either died quickly or became impulsive and quickly went to "act heroically" and sacrifice themselves.

But these two women were now behaving quite obediently, staying outside without losing control.

Duan Yun walked over and said, "What do you want to do when you become heroes?"

"Uphold justice and kill evil people!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The two seemingly delicate girls spoke in unison, appearing quite chivalrous for the moment.

"For example, who do you want to kill?" Duan Yun tried asking.

"We want to kill the Mad Women of the Red Mansion the most!" the female assassin replied.

Duan Yun was slightly surprised and said, "Why?"

"Young Master Duan hates them, so we must kill them as heroes! Anyone Young Master Duan dislikes is a bad person and should be killed! Anyone who wants to harm Young Master Duan is an evil person and should die!"

"Young Master Duan is the embodiment of chivalry!"

"Damn!" The Murong brothers couldn't help but complain.

They were bewitched by Duan the Devil like Starry Fury.

Duan Yun was very satisfied with their performance and said, "Alright, then go. Remember to eat your fill!"

"Yes! We respectfully obey the decree of Young Master Duan, the embodiment of chivalry!"

"Yes! We respectfully obey the decree of Young Master Duan, the embodiment of chivalry!"

Listening to the two female assassins, Duan Yun was a little embarrassed.

Those who knew would know that they were talking to Young Master Duan, but those who didn't know would think they were talking to the leader of a demonic cult.

The two women took their orders and went into the kitchen, devouring the leftovers.

Once they were almost full, they bowed to Duan Yun with glazed eyes and then left, obviously going to act heroically.

"This is possible too?" The Murong brothers looked enviously.

They were so obedient, going to act heroically when told to. Wouldn't they also be willing to be wives if asked?

Green Saber Old Devil immediately cast an envious look at Duan the Devil.

Some people are born not lacking in women, so they are so wasteful.

Such beautiful women, instead of holding them in their hands as wives, they are sent to act heroically. Such waste will be punished by the heavens!

With the two female assassins gone to act heroically, Shen Ying and Feng Ling'er had no choice.

They didn't have suitable human skin masks and couldn't go to Ghost Villa.

The Murong brothers had been excited all night looking at the two human skin masks.

Shen Ying couldn't help but ask, "What are you so happy about?"

The Murong brothers laughed and said, "Once I put these two masks on, I'll be as handsome as Duan the Devil!"

Yes, as long as he pulled the handsome Duan Yun down to his level, Duan the Devil's advantage over him would disappear.

Duan Yun and the others thought this guy was sick in the head and went to sleep, leaving the Murong brothers lying in the kitchen watching the human skin masks, afraid they would be carried away by rats or something.

The next day, the human skin masks were completed, and they had a cool and delicate touch in hand.

Honestly, this feeling was a bit perverted and weird. You could even clearly feel the texture of their skin.

The remaining task was to wear the human skin masks.

Feng Ling'er was skillful and evenly smeared a circle of rice paste mixed with lard on the human skin mask. The rest was to stick the human skin mask on.

Duan Yun didn't have to worry, as Feng Ling'er personally helped him stick it on, and Shen Ying helped him adjust it.

The way they were helping him "apply a facial mask" from the left and right really had the feeling of wives serving a man together.

After the two women were done, they stopped.

The Murong brothers asked in confusion, "What about me?"

Feng Ling'er said with a look of disdain, "There's a mirror over there. Can't you stick it on yourself?"

The Murong brothers said, "My hands are a bit clumsy, I'm afraid I won't stick it on well."

"You're a knife practitioner, if you can't even stick this on well, aren't you useless?" Feng Ling'er retorted.

Being ridiculed by his sister like this, the Murong brothers looked dejected and said, "I don't care, I want someone to help me stick it on today. Who will help me?"

As soon as he said this, Feng Ling'er and Shen Ying simultaneously moved away with a look of disgust.

This was like a beautiful woman acting spoiled and coquettish, which was an enjoyment for men, but if an ugly fat woman acted spoiled and coquettish in front of you, it would be a disaster.

Obviously, the Murong brothers belonged to the latter.

Seeing that no one was willing to help him, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, so he sent a look of help to Duan Yun.

Honestly, Duan Yun found the Murong brothers relatively pleasing to the eye, but he couldn't stand him being so willful.

So he waved his hand and said, "Da Bai, you help him."

Da Bai sighed and walked over with some reluctance.

Since practicing martial arts, Da Bai's bear paws looked clumsy, but they were actually quite nimble. Although there was a gap between them and martial arts experts like them, they were no different from ordinary people.

It could only be said that within the Jade Pearl Villa, apart from the useless donkey and horse, the animals were all talented.

Da Bai picked up the human skin mask and stuck it on the Murong brothers' face.

The Murong brothers looked at its thick bear paws and reminded, "Da Bai, be careful, don't poke me with your nails."

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As a result, before he could finish speaking, he was slapped by Da Bai because his head was moving, and he immediately became honest.

Da Bai stuck it on for a while and finally stuck it on well.

And so, two male assassins with almost identical appearances appeared in the Jade Pearl Villa.

The Murong brothers looked in the mirror, then looked at Duan Yun, and happily did several somersaults, laughing loudly, "I finally look the same as Duan the Devil!"

Duan Yun and the others, even the panda Da Bai, gave him a look of contempt.

Just after noon, Duan Yun and the Murong brothers, who had eaten a hearty meal, were about to set off.

Feng Ling'er grabbed Duan Yun's lapel with a look of resentment and said, "You must take me next time, remember?"

Duan Yun spread his hands and said, "This time the conditions don't allow it. The more heroic deeds, the better."

Afterward, Duan Yun and the Murong brothers set off on horses and donkeys.

Xiao Hui and the horse were quite happy about being reused and kept making horse and donkey noises.

This Ghost Villa was located in the Yuanling area, which was said to be often shrouded in mist, making it quite mysterious, and it was also the area with the most zombie legends.

The last time Duan Yun heard about Yuanling was when he met the corpse driver Huang Shi, who told him the story of Master Ren's corpse king.

Now, they were going to such a mysterious place.

The thrill of adventure came again.

It could only be said that men were born with adventure genes and liked excitement.

Not to mention that the ones on the road now were the chivalrous Young Master Duan and Young Master Murong, who were full of chivalrous spirit.

How could acting heroically not be exciting?

Halfway there, Duan Yun and the Murong brothers found a teahouse as usual to rest and drink tea.

This time, there was a proper storyteller in the teahouse.

This time, the storyteller was not telling the story of Duan the Devil. After all, no matter how good Duan the Devil was at creating stories, there was only one person, and fresh things were happening in the world every day and night.

"Yes, you heard right, the gender ratio in Qingzhou is unbalanced!"

"In the Liangtai County and Tianlin Mountain area of Qingzhou, there are so many women that it's maddening. It's said that out of ten people, at least seven or eight are women."

The storyteller narrated.

Hearing this, the old bachelors under the stage became excited and said, "Then aren't men very popular?"

"More than popular, I think if this continues, men will become extinct," the storyteller said with an alarmist look.

"What's going on? Is someone messing around again, specializing in raping and killing men?" someone asked.

In history, when the Red Mansion Fairies were the most thirsty, indiscriminate, and in groups, they were like locusts, able to suck a city's men until only one-third remained.

It could be said that it was the darkest time for men in this world.

Later, the Red Mansion must have suffered some setbacks and reached some agreements with various forces, so they restrained themselves and no longer raped people in groups.

And now, it seemed that similar problems had appeared again.

"This time it's not, but many of the men in these areas have degenerated and become women," the storyteller replied.

"Ah?"

"Have you heard of the Jade Maiden Sword Sect?" the storyteller asked.

"I've heard of it! The sect created by Duan the Devil, could it be-"

"That's right, last time, Duan the Devil and the Jade Maiden Sword Sect had a feud with the White Socks Sect in Yuzhou, and the Jade Maiden Sword Sect, led by Duan the Devil, won a great victory. Logically speaking, the Jade Maiden Sword Sect, a new force, should be content with taking advantage of the White Socks Sect, a force with deep foundations, and should restrain themselves a bit.

But the Jade Maiden Sword Sect is worthy of being a sect that believes in Duan the Devil, and is as petty as Duan the Devil. Before the White Socks Sect came to trouble them and Duan the Devil, they went to Qingzhou to find trouble with the White Socks Sect!"

"The White Socks Sect is not easy to mess with. They have been operating in Qingzhou for many years. Can they let the Jade Maiden Sword Sect be arrogant?" someone asked.

"The blame lies with the ungrateful people of Qingzhou. The White Socks Sect has been in Qingzhou for more than a year or two. Isn't it just killing some parents and children? Isn't it just asking you to farm well, work hard, and pay taxes? Because of these self-evident things, they rebelled!

They willingly joined the Jade Maiden Sword Sect, not wanting to be good farming men, but wanting to be female sword cultivators, fighting desperately with the White Socks Sect! I think Qingzhou is full of such troublemakers. With more of these troublemakers, how many men will be left?"

The storyteller couldn't help but complain loudly.

At this time, not to mention Duan Yun, the Murong brothers couldn't help but complain, "The White Socks Sect is bullying the people of Qingzhou, is it wrong for the people of Qingzhou to resist?"

Yes, he only felt that the storyteller's ass was crooked.

The storyteller said, "Who are you, stirring up trouble? Duan the Devil created the Jade Maiden Sword Sect and is doing this, how many men will become extinct, how many people will die, can't you see?"

In fact, the Murong brothers' guess was correct; this storyteller's ass was indeed biased.

It wasn't that he had received benefits from the White Socks Cult, but rather that since the Righteous Hero Storytellers emerged as a force, the Bloodthirsty Storytellers felt threatened.

If it were in the past, most of the Bloodthirsty Storytellers wouldn't have been so completely biased; they would just treat the Old Devil Duan's affairs as entertainment, exaggerating them as much as possible.

But since the appearance of the Righteous Hero Storytellers, they had privately agreed that anyone supported by Old Devil Duan must be opposed!

Anything Old Devil Duan opposed, they must support!

They had to smear Old Devil Duan and his related forces, turning them into public enemies of the Jianghu, otherwise the Bloodthirsty Storytellers would never be able to unify the storytelling world in peace!

The Murong brothers retorted, "When the White Socks Cult was killing and rampaging in Qingzhou, you didn't see it? What, are the White Socks Cult allowed to kill and set fires, but others aren't allowed to take revenge and kill back?"

"I bet the day your mother and wife are killed, you'll obediently become a tortoise and won't say a word, not even fart!"

The storyteller slammed the gavel and angrily rebuked, "Leaving aside whether the common people should take revenge or not, do you think feminization is a good thing?"

The Murong brothers also slammed the table and said, "As long as they aren't forced, if others are willing to become feminized to become stronger, willing to seek revenge, is it your business? In this day and age, is it no longer justified to pay for murder with one's life and seek blood vengeance?"

The storyteller couldn't help but angrily say, "Heretical nonsense! Feminization is a disgrace to men, deserving of being pointed at and ridiculed. How many benefits have you received from Old Devil Duan?"

The Murong brothers raised their eyebrows and said, "The White Socks Cult is cruel and ruthless, with countless perverts in the cult. How many benefits have you received from the White Socks Cult that make you protect them like your own father?"

The storyteller was enraged, and suddenly pulled out a red silk scarf and wrapped it around his head, saying as he wrapped, "If I don't have a good debate with you today, I'm not a Bloodthirsty Storyteller—"

Before he could finish speaking, there was a loud bang, and his head was already embedded in the table.

In the blink of an eye, the Murong brothers arrived on the stage and slammed his head with a furious press.

"If I don't convince you today, I'm not Liu Qingyu, the leader of the Six Swords of Mount Huangshan!"

At this moment, he pulled, and the other party's face was pulled from the table.

The Bloodthirsty Storyteller immediately spurted blood, his facial features twisted.

He still wanted to speak, but with two cracking sounds, his legs were broken!

He wanted to exclaim, but his hands were also twisted off.

He still wanted to open his mouth, but the Murong brothers smashed his front teeth with a punch and stuffed the gavel into his mouth, so that he could only whimper, unable to utter a single word, tears streaming down his face.

This kind of forcing you to be silent without allowing you to debate is really too uncomfortable.

Too crude, without any technical skill!

At this moment, the audience below was frightened and wanted to leave.

At this moment, the Murong brothers slammed the table and said loudly, "I am Liu Qingyu, the leader of the Six Swords of Mount Huangshan. I'm putting my words here today, whoever dares to help the White Socks Cult is an enemy of my Huangshan Sword Sect!"

"See if my Huangshan Golden Sword will spare anyone!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the golden sword in his hand was unsheathed, frightening everyone.

Duan Yun watched the golden sword in Murong brothers' hand and thought, "What a Murong young hero, knowing that I and the Six Swords of Huangshan Sword Sect have grievances, he actually used such a righteous move!"