Chapter 29 - Have You Finished? Im Tired (2/2)

Ju Juxian and Yang Zhen heard Dong Ci’s screams. They got dressed quickly and rushed towards Dong Ci’s bedroom. When they saw Ji Jing’s body blowing in the wind, they were taken aback and exchanged frightened glances. Nima strode to Dong Ci, held her in his arms, and then asked the servants to bury Ji Jing. After that, he said to Dong Ci in a concerned voice, “You must be awfully scared tonight. Go to my bedroom and get some sleep.”

Dong Ci glanced at Yang Zhen.

A cold chill went up Yang Zhen’s spine. At this summer night, the dead woman wore red clothes, her face contorted with resentment. Faint moonlight shone on the corpse and fireflies glowed in the darkness. There was an air of gloom and despair hanging over the courtyard.

Dong Ci didn’t intend to kill Ju Juxian and Yang Zhen. She had forced Ji Jing to death as a warning to the other two women. They two were smart, so they quietly went away from Nima Mansion with a large sum of money that very night.

“Master, you only belong to me now,” Dong Ci whispered in his ears.

As a woman, she enjoyed being possessed by her man; meanwhile, she wanted an absolute possession of him, from heart to soul.

Nima spoiled Dong Ci. She was not afraid of those corpses hanging on iron hooks in the backyard; instead, she provided some good ideas about how to deal with the corpses. For example, she advised Nima to stuff ice cubes and just-washed entrails into the corpses’ abdominal cavities to keep them fresh. She also advised that fingers of the corpses should be heavily salted with pure sodium chloride and then be smoked by sulphur so that they could be delicious and tempting. Besides, brushing honey on to the outside of human flesh during the process of making cured meat was a good idea suggested by Dong Ci. She also thought that the oil extracted from the corpses was a good gift for officials’ wives because applying the congealed oil to the face could make the skin smooth…

“You are a gift from God to me.” Nima held Dong Ci in her arms and said, “I can’t image what my life would be like without you.”

“After my death, please make my body into cured meat and eat it all.” Dong Ci looked at the red rope around her wrist. Its color began to change from red to black. “Master, will you still remember me after you reincarnate?”

“Silly girl. You won’t die. I don’t allow you to die before me. I want you to live the rest of your life with me. Believe me, we will lead a happy life.” Nima undressed Dong Ci and caressed her graceful body along her delicate curves.

There was a burning sensation in her body, which took over her senses and kept her desire alive.

‘Nima, I love you so much,’ she thought.

Nima fell into a sound sleep. Dong Ci gently touched his nose with her fingers and said, “Master, I’m leaving.”

The next morning, Dong Ci’s body was found to be floating face down on the water. Some water spiders jumped on her back. Nima couldn’t believe that Dong Ci had been drowned in such a shallow river. He made her corpse into cured meat and ate it up. ‘She must have turned into a fish. She’s still alive,’ he thought to himself.

Nima took a few new concubines, but none of them could give him a feeling of euphoria as Dong Ci had done.

He often stood at the gate in a trance, hoping that Dong Ci would come back to him.

Afterwards, Nima returned to Tibet alone.

How could Dong Ci die in such a shallow river? It was practically impossible, but in reality, it happened. Nima thought that he would be with Dong Ci until old age, but destiny had different plans. It seemed to be impossible for him to meet her again. Everyone who fell in love had trouble without end.

“May Buddha let us meet in my most beautiful hours.

I have prayed for it for five hundred years.

I hope we can meet in earthly life.”

Black Emissary and White Emissary was waiting for Dong Ci at the entrance to Hell. She walked up to them and said, “Take me back to the human world. I’m tired.”