Soon enough, the alcohol hit Jieyou with full force, and she couldn’t hold on any longer. Her body went limp, and she fell asleep right there in the hot spring, her head tilting to the side, her breathing slow and steady as she snored softly. She looked so peaceful, so innocent, like a child sleeping soundly. Miss Jiu, who’d been dozing on her shoulder, also drifted off into a deep sleep, her tiny head resting on Jieyou’s hair, occasionally letting out a little burp or a soft chirp in her sleep—obviously, she’d had way too much wine, and her little body was still feeling the effects.
It’s true what they say: like master, like pet. Even their sleeping poses were identical—soft, peaceful, and impossibly cute. Anyone passing by would have thought it was the sweetest, most harmless scene in the world. But no one would have guessed that beneath this peaceful exterior, a deadly danger was lurking, waiting to strike when they least expected it.
Just as Jieyou and Miss Jiu were sound asleep, completely unaware of their surroundings, four burly, fur-covered men snuck silently into the hot spring area. Their steps were light and stealthy, like cats stalking their prey—they’d clearly planned this attack in advance, spending hours watching and waiting for the perfect moment. They didn’t make a single sound, not even a creak of a floorboard or a rustle of their fur, for fear of waking the sleeping pair and ruining their plan.
The leader of the furry monsters was a giant of a man, even taller and more muscular than the other three. His fur was thicker and darker, a deep grayish-brown that looked almost black in the dim light, covering every inch of his body. His face was almost completely hidden by a thick, shaggy beard and hair, leaving only a pair of bloodshot, fierce eyes that glinted with greed and cruelty. He walked slowly, deliberately, toward Jieyou, his fuzzy big hand outstretched. When he reached her, he clamped his paw down on her chin, squeezing hard enough to make her stir slightly, and lifted her head up, staring at her face with a greedy, hungry look. A sinister, toothy smile curled his lips as he let out a low, guttural chuckle: "Hehe, this little girl is a total stunner—fair, tender skin, like a piece of fine jade. She’s perfect for making beauty wine! As for this chubby little bird, she’s not even worth the trouble—hardly any meat on her, and she’d probably taste like feathers. Might as well throw her into the woods to feed the wolves!"
It turned out these furry monsters were mountain spirits who’d lived in the nearby forests for decades—ferocious, bloodthirsty, and utterly ruthless. They lived for killing and eating human flesh, and their absolute favorite was the flesh of young, beautiful girls. They believed that young girls’ flesh was the most tender and delicious, and when brewed into "beauty wine," it became a powerful tonic that could boost their cultivation, strengthen their bodies, and make them even more powerful. But small birds like Miss Jiu? They couldn’t care less—she was tiny, bony, and useless to them, just a nuisance to be disposed of.
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The other three monsters crowded around, their eyes fixed on Jieyou, whispering to each other in low, guttural voices. Their gazes were filled with unbridled greed and cruelty as they talked about what they planned to do with her: how they’d chop her into small pieces to get the best flavor for the wine, how they’d drain her blood to mix into the brew, and even how they’d take her most vital organs to make a special, rare wine that would give them an even bigger power boost. Their words were so cruel, so inhumane, that they sent a cold shiver down the spine—proof that these monsters had no mercy, no humanity, only a hunger for blood and power.
It’s true what they say: like master, like pet. Even their sleeping poses were identical, soft and cute. No one would have guessed that such a peaceful scene was hiding a deadly danger.
Just as Jieyou and Miss Jiu were sound asleep, four burly, fur-covered men snuck into the hot spring. Their steps were light and stealthy—they’d clearly planned this in advance. They didn’t make a single sound, afraid of waking the sleeping pair.
The leader of the furry monsters was tall and muscular, even bigger than the other three. His fur was thicker, a deep grayish-brown, covering his entire body. His face was almost completely hidden by fur, except for a pair of fierce eyes. He walked slowly toward Jieyou, stretched out his fuzzy big hand, and grabbed her chin tightly, lifting her head to stare at her face greedily. A sinister, greedy smile curled his lips: "Hehe, this little girl is so pretty—fair and tender skin, a natural beauty. Perfect for making beauty wine! As for this chubby bird, it looks like there’s not much meat on it. Steaming it would be a hassle, and it probably doesn’t taste good anyway. Might as well throw it away!"
It turned out these furry monsters were mountain spirits from the nearby forests—ferocious, bloodthirsty, and obsessed with eating human flesh, especially the flesh of young girls. They believed young girls’ flesh was tender and delicious; when made into beauty wine, it was mellow and nourishing, boosting their cultivation and strength. As for small birds like Miss Jiu, they couldn’t care less—no meat, no benefit, just a hassle. That’s why they wanted to throw her away.
The other three monsters gathered around, whispering and staring at Jieyou with greedy, ferocious eyes. They talked about how to handle her, how to make the beauty wine, how to chop her into pieces to get the best flavor, and even discussed cutting off her vital parts to make the most precious wine. Their cruel, greedy words sent chills down the spine.
