eurekapd Chapter 262: Beauty is short-lived 3
Chapter 262: Beauty is short-lived 3
She stayed in Baihua Tower for seven years, during which time she escaped dozens of times, but was caught every time.
Every time, he was caught and beaten all over.
"You really won't give up." The madam waved her fan, slowly squatted down, and looked at Qingluo who was half dead from the whip.
The whips in the brothel are specially made. They hurt a lot when hit on the body, but they won’t break the skin, only cause redness and swelling.
If you don't take medicine, the redness and swelling will not heal in half a month.
However, Hualou also has special medicine for wounds. After applying it, although the pain will still remain, the red marks will disappear in three days.
Qingluo was beaten more than once, over and over again, but every time she would break out in cold sweats from the pain.
"Since you are so ungrateful, there is no need for me to pity you. You can receive customers in three days." The madam said in a flat tone.
It seemed as if this was not a decision that would change a person's life, but just a casual remark.
Just one sentence can make one's life worse than death.
Qingluo was waiting for the moment when she would completely fall into the quagmire. She struggled, resisted, and escaped, but for some people, some sufferings are destined.
Her virginity was stolen by a fat man for a hundred taels of silver.
The madam drugged her, and she sat weakly on the stage, looking at the eyes below who seemed to want to tear her apart and eat her.
She waited for hell to come, her clothes to be torn off, and the person on her body to crawl on her like a maggot.
Her unwillingness and powerlessness towards her fate made her like a walking corpse.
Until a spray of warm water fell on her face.
Qingluo opened her eyes, and the scarlet color she saw made her pupils shrink suddenly.
The man on her body was stiff, and there was a bloody mark on his fat and greasy neck.
Blood gushed out continuously, falling on Qingluo's face, heart, and clothes, staining half of her body red.
"Ah..." Qingluo screamed, and the fat body on her fell down.
She closed her eyes, but the expected weight did not arrive. When she opened her eyes, she saw the dead body on the bed, with its eyes moved away.
She half-raised herself and clutched the clothes on her chest tightly.
Looking at the young man in black who came uninvited in the middle of the room.
The boy looked to be no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, with sharp eyes and a solemn expression.
She watched the boy walk towards her step by step and stand beside the bed.
"Xiu Xiu?" The young man spoke, his voice, like him, was filled with an inexplicable chill.
The word "Xiu Xiu" he called out made Qingluo stunned for a long time. This familiar yet unfamiliar name only existed in her memory.
Appeared again in the mouth of a stranger.
When the boy saw that she didn't respond, he said, "Your brother asked me to find you."
"Brother, brother..." Qingluo just uttered this name, and tears blurred her eyes.
She forced herself to get out of bed, rolling and crawling. Using her hands and feet, she crawled to the boy's feet.
He raised his head and looked at the boy with a desperate and paranoid look: "My brother, my brother..."
She didn't know what she wanted to say, so she just kept repeating it.
The boy slowly squatted down and looked at her: "Do you want to come with me?"
From then on, Baihua Tower lost a flower lady, and Qingyang Sect gained a disciple.
Qingluo learned from the boy that her brother had died seven years ago.
While she was still longing for her brother to suddenly appear and save her, he died in a corner where no one knew about it.
She also knew that her brother didn't abandon her, he was just dead.
She had lost her only wish in this world.
The boy gave her two choices. One was that he would find a kind family to foster her, or he would give her some money and provide her with a house.
Another option is to follow him and join the Qingyang Sect.
The first choice would allow her to completely escape from the sea of suffering and live an ordinary and stable life.
With the second choice, she would live a hard life, even harder than she is now, but she would be able to avenge her brother with her own hands.
Qingluo did not hesitate and chose the second one without hesitation.
She went to Qingyang Mountain and learned martial arts, seduction techniques, how to kill people, and how to protect herself from being killed.
The young man was right, life was hard, many times harder than life in a brothel.
She struggles on the brink of life and death every day, and a wild god will be killed.
And she has taken countless lives with her own hands.
As the days passed, her appearance became more and more beautiful.
Even without using any charm, she can easily make men fall head over heels for her.
This stunning beauty was once her bane, but now it has become her most effective weapon.
She didn't know when it started, but she had been able to watch the target person struggling to death in front of her with an expressionless face.
She would no longer have nightmares about killing someone and couldn't sleep all night.
And she finally had the chance to avenge her brother.
She used her most effective killing weapon to seduce the leader of the Qingyang Sect.
The man who was more than qualified to be her father, vicious and merciless.
For a period of time, she became the most favored dancing maid of the leader of the Qingyang Sect.
She put down the murderous knife and picked up the crystal clear wine glass.
Every frown and smile makes people intoxicated.
The wounds on her body were no less than those from previous murders. Her face was the only thing that always captivated people.
It was also that face that allowed her to avenge her great hatred.
When the man's tendons in his hands and feet were cut and he lay limp in a high position, she thought of herself many years ago when she had suffered the same fate and was powerless to resist her tragic fate.
The knife pierced into his heart inch by inch, and she watched the painful expression on the man's face solidify bit by bit.
Her body and hands were covered in blood, but she didn't care. The blood splashed from the corners of her eyes slid down bit by bit.
On her face, there were tears of blood.
"Brother, I have avenged you." Her tears fell again, just like many years ago when she learned of her brother's death.
From then on, the Qingyang Sect lost a stunningly beautiful dancer and gained a saint who was breathtakingly beautiful.
The new leader took the throne, and she stood beside him with her hands hanging down.
Below the high positions, a huge crowd of disciples were crawling at their feet.
Just like she was once on the flower bed, being stared at by everyone.
The only difference is that now, these people look at her with fear and dare not blaspheme.
Qingluo looked at the young man beside her, the man who dragged her out of hell.
From then on, it became her new belief and she lived for him.
She thought that they would depend on each other from now on, just like she and her brother had done before.
But fate seemed unwilling to let her go.
She refused to believe that the young man was dead, and she would never give up until she found him. She dodged the pursuit while searching for his whereabouts.
She swore that as long as she was alive, she would never give up.
Finally, perhaps God was moved by her, the boy did not die, he was still alive, but he found his own faith, and it was not her.
At that moment, Qingluo wanted to kill the woman who took away her faith immediately.