The King of Curses

Chapter 14 "Some things belong to you forever"

"Ugh……"

The sixth night after Xiaokang Building became a haunted house.

An Zhizhen opened the tent while sighing for someone who had not yet returned to the camp.

Then she saw a large, dark figure huddled in the corner.

Sister Zhizhen was startled at first and subconsciously wanted to shout loudly, until the dim light in the tent slightly illuminated the other person's face.

That face was the person she had been thinking about just now.

An Zhizhen widened her eyes in surprise.

"Dongsheng?! You..."

"Shhh."

Cen Dongsheng covered her mouth with his hand, put his fingers to her lips and made a "shut up" gesture.

The young man's big palm pressed against his wet lips, and he felt his rough and hot body temperature. An Zhizhen's body stiffened slightly, and then slowly relaxed.

After Cen Dongsheng slowly took his hand away, she asked in a low voice with a blushing face.

"……what happened?"

"I want to set a trap and ambush them."

Cen Dongsheng replied.

"Trap?"

"Yeah. Besides, I might have to stay in this tent all night tonight."

"..."

"There are only a few areas left to explore in the Xiaokang Building. In order to get you out of the haunted house, I must fight the core ghosts. But I am worried about you being alone in the camp, Sister Zhizhen. There is more than one curse master in this place."

He asked in a serious tone:
"So, Sister Zhizhen, stay with me for the next period of time. When exorcising the haunted house, there may be certain risks. Are you willing to come with me?"

Hearing his words, Sister Zhizhen's face turned even redder.

“Starting from tonight? Is this really necessary… No, I don’t mean to say I hate you, but…”

"Sister Zhizhen, don't worry about it. This tent is spacious enough," he looked around, "I can sit down and rest. It won't disturb you when I sleep."

"Uh-huh……"

"Also, regarding the trap, it's just in case. If they don't have any bad intentions, we can leave the haunted house smoothly tomorrow."

Cen Dongsheng thought to himself that this possibility was not very high.

"…bad intentions? Deng Rong and Kong Yinlian?"

Before he explained, An Zhizhen seemed to have guessed the answer. She clapped her hands, suddenly realizing something.

"Ah, I see. Those two might want to use me as a hostage to threaten you? They've already noticed that we have a good relationship."

"......Yeah." Cen Dongsheng nodded slowly.

To be honest, he almost didn't expect this. Sister Zhizhen's mind was sharper than his.

The reason why he was so alert from the beginning was that the man's eyes gave him a familiar feeling -

"After getting power by chance, he indulged his desires; after realizing that he could manipulate and harm ordinary people at will, he became unscrupulous"... The type he described to Sister Zhizhen couldn't be more accurate when applied to that man;

The fact that he could see this at a glance was purely based on experience.

In his memory, he had met this kind of people more than once. After the establishment of a stable order, they had become rats in the gutter within the rule of the major forces. If they did not want to be hated by everyone, they had to keep a low profile; but chaotic times often gave them room to survive.

"Actually, there is..."

"besides?"

"Sister Zhizhen, didn't you notice? That man has been looking at you with lustful eyes. He has ulterior motives towards you."

Cen Dongsheng clenched his fists and said in a deep voice.

"It's really upsetting."

"That's it..."

Somewhat surprisingly, Sister Zhizhen's reaction to this was very calm.

"Don't you feel anything?"

"Of course," she said. "Women are very sensitive to this kind of gaze. The reason why they seem to have no reaction in most cases is not because the person peeping is hidden enough, but because it is meaningless to point it out to their face. It will only cause trouble for themselves later, so they pretend not to care."

An Zhizhen placed her hands on her chest and spoke softly.

"Because of my appearance, I always become the focus of the crowd. I am well aware of this...so I am never unfamiliar with such gazes. It's just a matter of whether the other party is hiding something or showing it nakedly."

She tilted her head and looked at him quietly, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

"However, Dongsheng, your reaction is very strange. Does that mean that in the future, just because someone looks at me, you will rush over and kill them one by one?"

"That's not the case." Cen Dongsheng was somewhat helpless. "I can still tell whether some people are just watching or have malicious intentions and want to really take action."

"Really?" An Zhizhen laughed softly, "Then Dongsheng, what about you?"

"……what?"

"Have you ever looked at me with lustful eyes like others?" "!"

Cen Dongsheng felt a little frightened.

"This...what are you talking about? I'm sure I didn't..."

He sounded a little guilty about what he said.

When he first met An Zhizhen, he really didn't have those messy thoughts.

Deeply influenced by the memories of the past eight years, Cen Dongsheng's attitude was initially filled with trepidation, admiration and even fear; but after Sister Zhizhen took the initiative to approach her, all these barriers were broken down.

Not to mention that he is still a freshman now, even if it is eight years later, he will be a young man under 30 years old, and he has never had a girlfriend. Both physically and mentally, he is in a stage where he is easily overwhelmed. Faced with the closeness of a beautiful and mature sister next door, he naturally can't help but feel palpitations...

He originally thought that he would not be discovered if he secretly glanced at legs occasionally, but after hearing what Sister Zhizhen said just now, he suddenly became a little uncertain.

"Just tell me frankly, I won't be angry~"

An Zhizhen suddenly approached him. The view in the tent was dim, and he could not see her expression. He could only hear her soft, slightly hoarse voice, which was like a tickle in his heart, and her moist breath occasionally blew on his cheek and earlobe.

"Actually, for us girls, depending on who is looking at us like this, our attitudes will naturally be different. Most of the time, we feel disgusted or indifferent, but occasionally... there are still situations that make us happy."

Sister Zhizhen leaned down, leaning forward, and embraced him with her arms, as if she was about to throw herself into his arms, but she maintained a subtle distance in the middle. In the end, their bodies did not fit together at all. He could only feel the softness like jade within reach, and the elegant fragrance surrounded him.

The atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous, and Sister Zhizhen's voice rang in my ears.

"Don't want to answer? It doesn't matter, Dongsheng. I'm already very happy that you can come up with such an idea."

"Sister Zhizhen, I don't quite understand what you just said. What do you want me to do?"

"It's nothing. According to your idea, teach that person a lesson. The more excessive the better. It doesn't matter if you kill him. It proves that some things belong to you and will always belong to you."

Prove...what?
Cen Dongsheng was shocked.

At this moment, the time inside the tent seemed to be infinitely long.

until--

They heard footsteps in the night, approaching this side.

“…People are coming.”

The young man held her shoulders and slowly pushed the woman away.

An Zhizhen shut her mouth obediently and left Cen Dongsheng's arms, but there was a slightly cunning smile in her eyes when she looked at him.

*
Closer and closer.

Once the battle was about to begin, Cen Dongsheng immediately adjusted his mentality and calmed himself down.

He curled up his body and hid in a corner behind the door curtain, while ensuring that his muscles were in the most suitable state for explosive attacks, like a spring that was slowly accumulating energy.

If the opponent had the ability to perceive, this kind of lurking would be useless, but he didn't know the opponent's ability, so he just made all the preparations he could.

When he heard the conflict outside the tent, Cen Dongsheng began to take deep breaths and concentrate.
Sister Zhizhen sat silently behind him. Even when she heard someone screaming, she remained calm and unmoved, even her breathing was steady.

Just as trustworthy as he thought.

The true Qi flowed in his body like water, concentrated by his willpower, and blue veins appeared on his tense arms.

……

Time goes back to the moment when Deng Rong lifted the tent curtain.

Cen Dongsheng's appearance was reflected in his pupils. The young man slowly stood up with a cold expression and punched towards his chest.

This powerful punch was like a cannonball fired from a gun, or like a speeding train, crashing directly into his chest. His internal organs were shaken to the point of being dislocated and turned inside out.

Strength is speed. This punch was heavy and powerful, but also as fast as lightning, faster than any fast boxer in the world. But Deng Rong was not an ordinary person after all, nor was he a rookie, so at the critical moment -

At least I had time to raise my hands to block it.

Almost at the same moment, he heard the sound of "crack" and broken bones coming from his own arm.

"Pfft!"

Deng Rong's face was grim as he spat out a large mouthful of blood plasma mixed with organ fragments.

He had no doubt that if he had not subconsciously blocked the blow, the fist would have gone straight through his chest and pierced him through.

This... is definitely not normal! Even if the Curse Master can indeed infuse his fists and feet with true Qi to increase their power, the opponent's strength has completely surpassed the flesh and blood body. He feels like he is facing a crane.

Is it... a "human immortal" curse?! And it's of a very high level...

Deng Rong's arms fell down limply, but he forced himself to endure the severe pain and chose to fight back immediately. The man's mouth swelled and bulged forward, and at the same time, rows of sharp teeth grew in his mouth, like a bird's beak, and pecked at Cen Dongsheng's arm fiercely.

"Click it."

However, his actions were completely within Cen Dongsheng's expectations.

Deng Rong's wide-open mouth was pinched by the young man's other hand. Veins bulged on his mouth, and his inner energy flowed, emitting a cold, iron-gray color like metal.

The force of the shackles on his palms was as strong as cast iron, and no matter how he struggled, he could not move at all.

Before Deng Rong could think of his next move, the muscles of the young man's arms wrapped in his sleeves became more prominent, and he suddenly exerted force.

"Tear--"

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and Deng Rong's entire jaw was torn off alive...

(End of this chapter)