I felt a scalding pain, like being burned by boiling water, coming from the areas enveloped by the purple mist. At the same time, a strange numbness and weakness spread through those areas, like being bitten by a venomous snake.
The image of the Annamese man's last moments flashed through my mind, and I was horrified.
Only then did I realize that I had been tricked. Shen Weiwei opposite me...was simply an absolute witch!
But even if I wanted to resist, I was shocked and furious to find that my internal energy was no longer usable…
Ultimately, internal energy is an energy level lower than true qi and other extraordinary powers. However, through the development of countless predecessors over hundreds and thousands of years, the techniques for its application far surpass those of the relatively recent extraordinary powers. This is why martial artists were once called "old-style" extraordinary beings.
But if one doesn't use tricks and directly clashes with extraordinary power, internal energy will undoubtedly be at a disadvantage. The purple mist before me, resembling telekinesis, is a type of extraordinary power, and it doesn't seem to be ordinary telekinesis; it possesses a strange devouring effect. If I let it…
My heart tightened, but it seemed I was helpless. As the numbness spread from my hands and feet to my abdomen, the situation changed.
A sharp, excruciating pain shot through my abdomen, but simultaneously, a faint golden light emanated. The purple mist, encountering it, retreated as if it had met a venomous snake, daring not to directly confront its power. However, the abdominal cramps intensified, as if a hole had been gouged out with a knife. The golden light flickered, but ultimately, its strength failed, halting at my left wrist. The receding, thick purple mist surged into it, forming a purple mark on my wrist identical to that on the corpse.
I gritted my teeth, trying to concentrate all my strength into my right hand and legs. Instantly, I felt the restraints vanish, and I charged towards Shen Weiwei like lightning. The purple mist, like living things, tried to block my way, but it was no match for the golden fist. Shen Weiwei's face paled, and she involuntarily took a step back.
"Bang!"
As if shattering a thick wall, the last vestiges of purple mist before Shen Weiwei dissipated. She cried out, "Ah!"
her legs buckled, and she collapsed to the ground. Her long, slender legs parted, revealing her smooth, snow-white buttocks beneath her skirt, her small, light brown anus, her slightly parted, swollen, red labia, sparse pubic hair, and a thick, white trickle of semen flowing from her crimson vulva…
Everything was laid bare.
I walked over. Shen Weiwei's face was dazed; she stared at me fixedly, seemingly forgetting how to resist.
I endured the burning pain in my left wrist and squatted down to ask her, "What happened?"
I held up my wrist; a purple patch was spreading there. Shen Weiwei's eyes flickered, and she suddenly smiled. She pulled her pencil skirt up even higher, then spread her long, snow-white legs wide. Her small hands reached down to her crotch, parting her moist labia majora. The delicate red flesh, along with the two petal-like, glistening labia minora, bloomed open, revealing the clitoris, the tiny urethral opening, and the pinkish vaginal opening.
A provocative smile played on Shen Weiwei's lips as she said in a sweet, seductive voice, "Good brother, as long as you insert it, it will heal you."
I glanced down at her parted vulva. A thick, porridge-like fluid overflowed from the pinkish hollow, carrying a musky, chestnut-like odor amidst the orchid-like scent. A sudden surge of annoyance welled up within me. My face darkened, and just as I was about to say something, Shen Weiwei suddenly twisted her slender waist, her long leg snaking towards my face.
With a "smack," I grabbed Shen Weiwei's smooth, delicate, and shapely bare foot. I was about to say something, but I was involuntarily drawn to the foot in my hand. Her calf was exceptionally slender, the sole soft and pink, her toes delicate and rounded, like plump grapes, so soft and pink they were almost translucent.
A trace of dirt and dust clung to her toes, like white water lilies dusted with dirt, further emphasizing the loveliness and tenderness of her foot.
Shen Weiwei's hands were braced behind her back, her firm breasts rising and falling slightly, a faint blush appearing on her face. For a moment, no one spoke, and no one struggled.
"Aren't you going to let go of me?"
Shen Weiwei's curled eyelashes trembled slightly, drooping like fans. I seemed to awaken from a daze, but I gripped her bare foot even tighter, saying, "Unless you tell me what this purple mist is."
Shen Weiwei frowned slightly, glancing at her bare foot in my grasp, then revealed a strange smile. "That requires telling my story."
"Don't keep me in suspense."
I continued to press harder on her foot. She cried out, her delicate toes curling up. They felt smooth and soft, fleshy as if boneless. Seeing her slightly pained expression, I felt a pang of tenderness for some reason, and subconsciously loosened my grip.
"No more suspense..." Shen Weiwei shook her head again, a hint of jealousy mixed with reminiscence on her face. "After you... took Yu Tang away, I temporarily regained my freedom."
"However, I became homeless. Of the dozen or so girls captured by Charles, apart from Miss Yu Tang, our families had all died in accidents, meaning we were homeless."
"Die in accidents?"
I pondered those words, seeing a hint of mockery on Shen Weiwei's face. "Of course, Charles killed them, but the authorities have already classified it as all accidental deaths in car accidents."
"Not long after, you reunited us at the Begonia Dream, giving us a home."
"Me?" My mind raced slightly. Pain. It seemed as if many figures were flickering within, but trying to recall was like bursting a bubble…
"Do you remember the Dream of Begonia?"
"I'm very grateful to you for finding us a home… but it would have been better if you hadn't brought Yutang."
"Jealousy was killed by you, but it was reborn under your hands…"
"Of course, it can't replace me, because… its obsession and jealousy, compared to mine, are… hah."
Shen Weiwei laughed, incredibly alluring, yet carrying a chilling unease. Just as I was about to say something, I suddenly heard a gust of wind accompanied by a strange hissing sound, and a strange, slightly fishy fragrance wafted towards me. I turned my head and saw what appeared to be countless snakes lunging at me, almost within reach.
Startled, I could only lean back to dodge, but at the same time, the soft, delicate feeling in my hand vanished. Looking at Shen Weiwei again, her long, black hair was tinged with purple mist and danced in the air, yet there wasn't a single snake to be seen. Had I imagined it?
The purple mist around Shen Weiwei thickened again. She smiled sweetly, "Consider that a gift from me. Next time we meet… hehe."
I hurriedly chased after her, but Shen Weiwei's figure had already disappeared into the purple mist. When I caught up, the purple mist dissipated, and there was no one there.