Chapter 324 - Charade (1/2)

Tang Rou walked up to Jiu You and stood beside her. Then she looked up and what she saw almost made her face changed. No celebrity, former or not, would fail to recognize what the red dot is.

That was a spy camera and someone was peeking at them.

“That’s a camera,” said Tang Rou.

Jiu You’s face turned cold. “Dammit, let’s go speak to them,” she said angrily, “I’d like to see if they have enough heads for me to behead.”

“Gods, I think they found the camera,” one of the men yelped in the security control room.

Dismayed, Feng Heng said, “Quick, use the drug powder.”

One of the men quickly jammed a red button on the console.

Whoosh!

Tang Rou and Jiu You barely reached the door when the entire bathroom was engulfed in a thick pink mist.

The two girls were caught unawares. They breathed in the fine pink mist before they realized what was going on, and they crumbled like a marshmallow.

Inside the security control room, Feng Heng broke into a wicked smile.

“You two, send them to the Master’s villa quickly. Be careful and make sure you leave no loose ends.”

“Understood!”

The two burly men stood up and went away.

When Jiu You regained consciousness, she found herself lying on a large soft bed in a very lavish room.

“Hmmm…” she tried to get up, but she just couldn’t seem to summon any strength.

“Tang Rou… Where are you… Tang Rou?” Jiu You called. But no answer came. Tang Rou was not here.

Jiu You began to feel nervous. Her physical constitution as a demon made her stronger than most humans, yet, this unknown substance managed to knock her out. And with Tang Rou missing now, she could imagine how angry Chu Xun would be if he knew about this.

Inside another similarly ornately-furnished room, Tang Rou woke up too and was flustered and worried to find Jiu You missing as she failed to use any strength at all.

Crack!

The doors to Jiu You’s and Tang Rou’s room swung open simultaneously at the same time.

A grotesquely gnarly old woman stepped through the entrance.

“Who are you?” glowered Jiu You as she struggled to rear her head. But her young impish voice could hardly frighten the old woman.

“I’m a servant of the Master. I am here to dress you,” said the old woman at a glacial pace.

“Damn your bloody master, now let go of me or I’ll kill you,” snarled Jiu You angrily.

The old crone cracked a sinister smile, “No one escapes this place. You might be a little too young, but the Master loves minors nonetheless.”

“What do you mean?” demanded an incredulous Jiu You.

“No need for that. Just get yourself all dressed and powdered up. The Master awaits,” said the old lady, taking out a white little phial and holding it up near Jiu You’s nose for her to take it its smell.

That seemed to be the antidote as Jiu You felt strength coursing through her limbs again and she lunged, punching furiously at the old woman.

Smack!

But it was futile; her thin, slender arm was swiftly seized by the old hag.

The old hag had no powers, but it was she herself, she discovered, that failed to summon any of her power. She was no stronger than any other ordinary person.

“Save your strength. This is a special concoction of our Masters. There is no antidote. With it, you can never use your Internal Breath,” said the old woman placidly.

As helpless as a frail little girl, the old woman manhandled Jiu You and forced her into a Western-style dress and applied some make-up.

On the other side, Tang Rou was also subjected to similar treatment by another old crone.

“My, oh my… Look how beautiful you’ve become,” said the old lady at the reflection of Tang Rou in the mirror.

“Come. It’s time to meet the Master.”

Tang Rou stepped out of her room, only to stumble face to face with Jiu You who was also leaving her room.

“Tang Rou!” Jiu You cried when she saw her, “Are you all right?”

Tang Rou tried to run to Jiu You when she saw her, but the old crone’s vice-like grip prevented her from getting away, “I’m all right, Jiu You. What about you?”

“I’m fine too!” Jiu You cried in return.

They were brought through a beautiful garden, into a long corridor until they finally came upon an exquisitely-furnished country house.

The doors of the big house swung open to emit them and once inside, it was another world of lavish and elaborate accoutrements and fittings and scores of beautiful ladies.

Given its sheer size of more than one thousand square meters, the big house seemed more like a palace hall fit for the gods or a celestial retreat than a mere country home. Gossamer mists swirled lazily everywhere on the floor, accompanied by swarms of scantily-clad women swaying gently to the ceaseless undulation of music.

They passed through the mist and came upon a very wide and long bed which could have easily doubled as a stage if not for the fibrous and gauzy veils covering all around it. At the far corner of the bed was a table functioning like a bed tray laden full with fruits and snacks.

On the bed was a delicate-looking young man with a deathly-pale complexion and four beautiful women huddled around him, giving him massages while feeding him fruits and snacks from the bed tray.

“We’ve brought them to you, Master,” addressed one of the old women.

The young man sat up and studied Tang Rou and Jiu You, his eyes sparkling with interest. He might have a harem full of beautiful women, but none of them could possibly hope to compete with these two specimens of perfect beauty.

“Leave us,” he ordered the two old women.

He slid off his bed and walked in a circle around Tang Rou and Jiu You, his eyes burning with carnal lust. “Damn, Feng Heng. Finally, at long last, that old slouch has managed to accomplish something to please me.”

“Come, girl,” he groped for Tang Rou’s hand.

But instead, Tang Rou stepped away from him, avoiding him.

That angered the man. “Is she not trained?!” But before anyone could answer, he broke into a gleeful smile, “Just as well. I’d rather have the fun of training such a ravishing beauty into an obedient mare myself.”

“And what an adorable little lass we have here,” the young man looked at Jiu You this time, sniggering vilely, “I guess I should start with the younger delicacy today.”

“Damn, you’re ugly,” scowled Jiu You with the outspokenness of a child.

Stunned, the man yelped, “What did you say?!”

“I said, you’re an ugly one!” Jiu You complained with the disgust like she has seen something dirty, and she drove her fist into the man’s stomach.