Chương 30: Xiaogou's Glorious Life

What a majestic and mighty King Tiger! When he revealed his true form, he stood like a towering mountain, inspiring awe in all who beheld him. His body was massive, weighing at least ten thousand catties, as if he could crush anything beneath him. But the most eye-catching part was... a certain appendage that left one utterly speechless. Two enormous orbs, round and full as leather balls, their size staggering, as if they contained boundless power and vitality. Such a magnificent sight, truly a rare spectacle!

Fang Cheng was beaming with delight. He ordered Zhonggou, "Hey, the second dog, clean up the tiger penis and tiger balls for me. Boil them until they're soft and tender. And don't forget to add plenty of chili." Zhonggou scrambled to his feet and walked over to King Tiger's corpse. His hands trembled, his whole body shaking as he looked at the dead king. Fang Cheng saw this and told Dagou to help his second brother handle the butchering. Now only Xiaogou remained prostrate on the ground, not daring to breathe.

The other minor demons had long since fled the cavern in terror the moment King Tiger fell. Fang Cheng released the demon sword, letting it hunt down the fleeing demons on its own. The sword shot out of the cavern with glee. Screams echoed one after another. Within moments, the fortress fell silent. But the demon sword didn't return. Fang Cheng sensed it flying beyond the fortress, slaughtering across the entire mountain. He was in high spirits today, so he couldn't be bothered with it.

He turned, picked up the wine jar, and took a long gulp. Then he looked back at the trembling Xiaogou, a grin spreading across his face.

"Don't be afraid. I have a hobby. I love tasting evil. Tell me all the bad things you've done. The more, the better. Feed my brain with your stories, and I'll be happy. I won't kill you." Xiaogou perked up. That sounded great! He'd done plenty of bad things.

"I went to the village chief's house to steal money and found his secret stash. Haha, that bastard always pretended to be poor, but he had five hundred taels of silver hidden away! Enough for all three of us brothers to each get a wife and have kids, live easy for the rest of our lives." For some reason, he kept referring to himself as "I" instead of the more formal pronoun. Perhaps that past life had left too deep a mark.

"I was thrilled, but then the chief's wife caught me. I panicked, grabbed a cleaver, and hacked her to death. That was my first kill. I was so scared. I grabbed the money, set the chief's house on fire, and fled into the mountains. Didn't even get to say goodbye to my brothers. I hid in the mountains for a while, but I was too scared to go back to the village, afraid the county officers would catch me. So I went to the next county. That town was bigger than our village, much more lively.

The brothels had plenty of pretty girls with big, round asses, bigger than those tiger balls. But I figured, those girls were pretty, sure, but not marriage material. I wanted someone like me, from the village, simple, honest, hardworking. Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. And I found one. I had plenty of silver then. I married her, the first time I'd ever heard of marriage. She said times were changing, we had to keep up with the new era.

I didn't understand, but I had a good wife, so I was happy. Whatever she said, I went along. We settled down. I opened a pork stall. My wife went to work at a textile mill. She called it 'factory work.' I didn't really get it, but hey, I had a good wife, so I was happy. Then one day, she said we had 'incompatible worldviews' and wanted a divorce. I didn't understand those fancy words, but I was happy, so I agreed. I drank a lot that night. When I woke up... My home was gone.

Turns out my wife had been seeing a male worker at the mill. That's when I realized, 'worldviews' meant that guy's dick. In short, his was better than mine. They kicked me out. If I refused, they'd go to the authorities. I couldn't let that happen. I still had a murder charge hanging over me. So at night, I sneaked back and butchered them both. Just like slaughtering a pig. I chopped up the meat, mixed it into my pork. The customers said it was the best pork they'd ever had. But I wasn't happy. I'd lost my wife.

I couldn't be bothered to run the stall anymore. I spent my days in brothels. Those girls were pretty and sweet, so much better than my wife. Made me happy again. Until my silver ran out. Then those warm, welcoming girls started avoiding me like the plague, faces cold as death. They wouldn't even look at me. I was furious. I wanted to stab every last one of those bitches. But without money, I couldn't even get through the brothel door. The bouncers were all big and strong. I couldn't take them.

I may be stupid, but I can still think. Poison. I'd poison their well with snake venom. They'd all die, hahaha. I was about to do it when a brother found me. He said, 'Join the Stabbing Brotherhood, everyone's a brother. New age men live free, no woman needed.' That hit me right in the heart. What good are women? They just cheat on you behind your back. When you're broke, they kick you out. I followed him to the brotherhood altar. There were so many brothers there, all heartbroken by women. We were the same.

From then on, I was a member of the Stabbing Brotherhood. For my brothers, I'd take a knife to the ribs for them. I drank with my brothers, ate with them. When drunk, we shared the same bed. The next morning, my ass hurt. Damn, I thought you were my brother, and you really stabbed me! I was furious. My brother explained it was for the sake of humanity's reproduction. I was going to give birth. Your mother! Even I know men can't have babies. I stabbed him to death with a cleaver. Cut him in half between the ribs.

Chopped him up like a pig. But that wasn't enough. None of those Stabbing Brotherhood brothers could live. I was a cook at the Brotherhood, so I poisoned the water and the food. Strangely, nothing happened to them. I was confused, but something far more terrifying happened. There was a thing inside me. Moving. Thrashing. I was scared. Thought I'd been possessed by a demon. I ran back to the village, begged my brothers for help. They cut open my belly and pulled out that monster.

Hahaha, no, I can't believe it, hahaha, this isn't real..." Xiaogou laughed low, his eyes filled with terror, as if seeing the most horrible thing in the world. He lifted his shirt, revealing his belly. A long, hideous scar stretched across it. But for some reason, his hands crept up to the scar, stroking it gently. Carefully. Softly, like a mother's touch. Why? Why did I have to say these things? Why did I remember?! Stab!

Xiaogou drew the short knife from his waist and slashed open his own belly, rummaging through the contents. Organs. Disgusting intestines. Nothing. Where was it? Where did it go? None of this is right. Get away. I just want the child. Hahaha. He searched frantically. Fang Cheng had been listening so intently he didn't stop him. Who the hell suddenly stabs themselves like that?

"Not good!" He lunged forward and knocked Xiaogou out with a slap. The Stabbing Brotherhood, it might be connected to Zhu Youchang's case. Xiaogou couldn't die. But Xiaogou's internal organs were already shredded. His intestines were torn and scattered everywhere. There was no saving him. Fang Cheng doused him with cold water to wake him.

"Where's the Stabbing Brotherhood altar?" Xiaogou's eyes widened, lips parting, his face pleading. He murmured, "Forgive... forgive me... forgive me..." Then he was gone. His eyes stayed open, staring blankly.

"Forgive my ass!" Fang Cheng cursed. The bastard had died without saying anything. The lead was gone again.

"You bastard, you haven't even faced my righteous judgment yet, and you stabbed yourself! How dare you commit suicide before I decided how to kill you! And besides, you were going to die anyway. Couldn't you have given me a heads up so I could stab you first?"