The Years I Was Forced to Become a Buddha
Wei Li appeared to be a simple and enchanting little girl, but in truth, she was a greedy old monster at heart. No one knew where she came from—not even herself. Countless admirers fell for her, and e
In 1912, the collapse of autocratic rule saw the issuance of decrees banning the binding of women’s feet, and men too adopted the trend of cutting their hair. Feudal customs began to fade from the coastal metropolises, yet society’s essence remained unchanged. The corrosive legacy of the corrupt Qing dynasty lingered, as people privately held rituals to honor deities, with particular fervor for the worship of local mountain gods.
“Help me...”
“Mmm...”
“Save me...”
A woman in a cheongsam was violently dragged into a dilapidated basement by Li Sheng. The bloodstained floor, dimly illuminated, only heightened her terror.
Li Sheng gazed at her with irritation. The fiery red cheongsam could not conceal her graceful figure. Despite the scrapes and bruises, it was clear she was a strikingly beautiful woman. Now, however, she cowered in the corner, whimpering.
He calmly put on rubber gloves and picked up a prepared syringe, gently pressing it so that a bit of unclear liquid spurted from the fine needle.
“She’ll love this,” Li Sheng murmured, looking up at her. His greedy eyes fixed on the woman, though his lips unwittingly curved into a blissful smile.
“Governor, what are you going to do?” The woman’s heart raced, her hands flailing helplessly as her mind clouded with panic. She seized an old newspaper nearby and hurled it at Li Sheng, then staggered up and banged desperately on the basement door. “Is anyone there? Help me... help!”
Li Sheng swiftly stepped forward, restraining her hands and pinning her against the door. The