Chương 101: Look at My Butt

The woman on the pillar danced gracefully, and the crowd below twisted and turned along with her movements. But their motions were stiff, like puppets being manipulated.

"Puppets?"

"How can you move like blocks of wood!"

"Stiff, stiff, too stiff. Your bodies are stiff, your faces are stiff, every part of you is like a piece of wood. How is that going to work? How are you going to please the masters! You need to writhe like snakes. Your asses need to shake like motors. Your faces need to smile brighter than flowers in bloom!"

"Smile! All of you, smile! Hahahaha..." The woman on the pillar burst into laughter, and the crowd below laughed along with her.

"That's right, that's right. Lift your faces, but don't be too bold. Smile shyly. Arch your brows, look bashful like a virgin. That's what the masters like to see. It makes them itch inside, desperate to fuck you."

"Come on, follow me. Keep dancing. Remember to stick out your butts. The higher the better. The masters love big butts. Show them off! Hahahaha..."

"Not high enough. Higher! Give me higher! Like a wild sow in the mountains, crawling on the ground looking for food, snorting and panting, ass pointing to the sky!"

"Hahaha, yes! Show them your ugly side. The masters love that. Ugliness at its extreme is the most beautiful thing in the world. They love dirty, cheap, shameless sluts. Hahahaha..." The woman on the pillar doubled over with laughter. The crowd below dropped to the ground, sticking their butts high in the air. Only Zhu Old Six stood frozen in shock, and Fang Cheng stood beside him, drool dripping from his lips. Just then, the bearded man shouted, "Master, how does my butt look?"

The rest of the crowd followed, shouting in unison, "Master, how does my butt look...?" Zhao Old Eight was caught up in the frenzy too, shouting at the woman on the pillar, "Master, how does my butt look?" Everyone was prostrate on the ground except Zhu Old Six and Fang Cheng. Zhu Old Six looked at Fang Cheng and thought, Second, Brother Fang, stop drooling and figure out what to do! But Fang Cheng didn't respond. Fine. Zhu Old Six decided to go with the flow.

He knelt down, stuck out his butt, and shouted, "Master, how does my butt look?"

"Hahaha, beautiful! Your butts look wonderful. You've made this master very happy. Time for a reward!" The woman giggled, laughing so hard she was practically falling over. She waved her hand, and countless gold bars and bricks rained down from the sky like hail. They smashed into the crowd below, drawing cries of pain. Heads were bloodied, faces swollen and bruised, eyes seeing stars. A few old men had their skulls cracked open, blood and brains splattering everywhere. But the survivors didn't care.

Their faces were full of excitement. They scrambled to pick up the scattered gold bars and bricks, stuffing them into their pockets.

"Wow! So much gold!"

"Gold bricks, gold bars, haha, all mine!"

"Hurry, grab them! With these, I can buy immortal white-flour buns, Prometheus meat buns, Weak River bodhi tea, and those black sheep-shit immortal pills! Hahaha!" Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.

"Haven't you thanked the Association Leader yet?" The bearded man stood up and bellowed.

"Thank you, thank you, Association Leader! Hahaha, I'm rich!"

"Thank you, Association Leader! I can't thank you enough. I'll get married and have a litter of daughters, and bring them all for you to train! Hahaha! And my wife too; she needs training- make her stick her butt out like a sow!"

"Thank you, Association Leader! I'll get married too, ten or eight concubines, and have a bunch of kids!" Everyone went crazy. They clutched their gold bricks, kowtowing to the woman on the pillar, tears of gratitude streaming down their faces, as if worshipping a celestial immortal. The woman looked down at them, laughing so hard she was in tears, clapping her hands.

"Good, good, good! Well said! As long as you behave, you can have as many gold bars as you want. Just come to me. I'm never stingy!"

"Oh, mother of god!" Zhu Old Six shouted. He finally remembered. His face twisted into a complex expression. Old Eight. Where was Old Eight? He rushed through the crowd and grabbed Zhao Old Eight.

"Old Eight, Old Eight, stop picking up the damn gold bricks! Snap out of it! Look up! Look at that woman on the pillar! Isn't she your daughter?" Zhao Old Eight shook him off.

"Get lost, get lost! Don't touch my gold bricks! They're all mine! All mine! No one's taking them! They're mine!"

"Old Eight, Old Eight, wake up! Snap out of it!" Zhu Old Six stomped his feet in frustration, shaking Zhao Old Eight's shoulders, trying to wake him up. He desperately needed an answer. Who was that woman on the pillar? Was she Old Eight's daughter? Had he been possessed too? He'd had impure thoughts about Old Eight's daughter before. The way she danced in the brothel was so beautiful, no man could resist. But he'd only ever thought about it. He never acted on it. He didn't have the money anyway.

Old Eight, I know you've had dirty thoughts about my daughter too. So we're even. Just tell me, who is she? Is she a demon or your daughter? Is she going to eat me? Wuwuwu, who can save me? Zhu Old Six really wanted to cry. If he could, he just wanted to live.

"I'm just a farmer. Don't eat me. I don't want the gold bars or bricks anymore, okay? Wuwuwu..." He crouched down and started crying. Beside him, Zhao Old Eight just grinned foolishly, his yellow teeth showing, drool running down his chin. His arms were full of gold bricks, and he kept piling more into his arms, stacking them into a mountain that seemed to reach the sky. Old Eight said, "I'm going to hold this mountain of gold and never let it go. We'll be together forever.

I'll hold it when I eat, when I sleep, even when I shit. Hehe, hehe." Old Eight said, "I went to the outhouse and took a big dump. It looked just like the gold in my arms. Golden, shiny. The maggots in the shit pit gave me a thumbs up and said, Old Eight, that's a beautiful turd." The maggot said, "That's right, Old Eight. I love big yellow turds. The yellower, the tastier. As they say, big turds always shine. Look, Old Eight, your turd is shining. Golden. It's blinding my maggot eyes! Haha, to me, that's gold!"

Old Eight said, "No, no, no, you maggot. My turd isn't a turd anymore. It's shining, so it's gold. It's mine! Delicious shit, it nourishes nature, makes the rice grow in the paddies, makes the trees sprout new shoots, makes the flowers bloom. This is the most primal delicacy. It's made of the most basic elements, nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium, which are also the elements the human body needs. So humans can't live without shit, just like fish can't live without the ocean, and birds can't live without the sky.

It's gold! Golden, shining gold, my favorite gold. It belongs to me and me alone!" The maggot said, "Get lost, Old Eight. Everything in this shit pit, whether it's black, white, yellow, or shining gold, is my property! Even if I turn into a pupa, even if I turn into a fly and soar through the sky, when I get tired and come back home to the shit pit, your big turd of nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium is mine!" Old Eight said, "No, no, no. I'm the one who creates wealth.

That golden nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium was made by my ass. It's my nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium. Only I have the right to eat it!" Zhu Old Six said, "Old Eight, don't eat the nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium. Wake up! You can't eat that stuff!" Fang Cheng said, "Someone's eating nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium right in front of me? Damn it! Don't you know I'm about to enjoy a meal? Don't you know this ruins my appetite?"

Fang Cheng ran over to Zhao Old Eight, grabbed him by the collar, and started slapping him across the face. Smack, smack, smack... Smack, smack, smack... Fang Cheng swung left and right, his palms landing again and again, bleeding Old Eight's mouth.

"Don't eat shit! Don't eat it! Spit it out! Spit it out! I'm begging you! Spit it out!" Maybe it was the demonic energy from Fang Cheng's body, but Zhao Old Eight's eyes slowly opened. He looked up at the woman on the pillar. His pupils dilated. Then his whole body went into shock, trembling violently, as if struck by lightning.

"Lian'er? My daughter? How are you here?!"