The man was about fifty years old. He was tall and muscular, strong and sturdy, reflecting great strength. His head was like a tiger's, and his black, slightly messy hair protruded from the headband. His face was masculine and fierce. Thick, black eyebrows protected a pair of wide, sharp eyes, sometimes even bulging with authority. His nose was large, aquiline with a prominent arch in the middle. His mouth was covered by a mustache that had been left to grow wild, and his chin, which suggested violence, was adorned with a short, seemingly roughly trimmed beard. If he had taken proper care of his face, it would have been easy to see how frightening it would have been. His clothing was simple, made of coarse, thick, strong cloth. Although simple, it was quite clean, just as his unkempt hair, beard, and mustache appeared clean and frequently washed.
He sat on a bench facing the table, eating. The interior of the hut was very simple, much like its owner's circumstances. It was a small wooden hut, with no rooms, with two windows at the front and back, and two doors at the front and back. The inside of the hut was simply open, and it seemed he slept, ate, and did everything in that one room. The room was filled with only a table and a bench, and there was also a wooden bed in another corner. It suggested poverty, not just simplicity. The inside of the wooden hut with a thatched roof had only one decoration, or perhaps it wasn't even intended to be. Near the bed was a weapons rack, displaying several types of weapons. In the center of the hut, right in front of his face as he sat at the table, hung an object that would make anyone else shudder. It was a head! The head was withered, but still intact. It seemed to have been soaked in some kind of medicine that prevented it from rotting. The outline of the face was still clearly visible. It was the face of a young man, no more than a year old, pale as a corpse's, with his eyes wide open, devoid of any light, like a doll's. His mouth was also slightly open, grinning as if he were frightened or in pain. The head hung from his long, black hair, like a woman's, and it was certainly terrifying. Every time a breeze blew, the head swayed, as if looking left and right, searching for something.
It was quiet in the hut. The man ate without make a sound. Look at the condition of his body and his simplicity, it was surprising to see his manner Eat. Usually, people whose lives are simple and rude like that, when you eat it makes a sound, like tasting food in the mouth, moving the chopsticks around edge of the bowl. However, this person eats like an educated person, someone who is used to rules and etiquette. His mouth was chewing food with his lips almost closed, also move the pair of chopsticks carefully so that doesn't make a sound. On the table there are two plates Vegetable and meat dishes, simple because they are cooked yourself and a big bowl of rice. However, there is a bowl of rice on the table near it a big bottle and if people see this big bottle, sure he will be shocked, horrified and scary. The bottle contains red wine that soaks a ..... Head too. A a woman's head. Still looks intact as if still alive. Her fair skin, part of her smooth neck, and her long, soft, black hair were partially outside the bottle. The woman's eyes were open, her mouth slightly ajar, revealing rows of pearly white teeth. However, her beautifully shaped lips were no longer red, but rather blue, terrifying! The man took the bottle with his left hand, carefully poured wine from it into a cup, while looking at the woman's head, then replaced the large bottle with its face facing him, and smiled. The handsomeness of his middle-aged face became even more apparent when he smiled. Then he drank the wine from the cup, his eyes still fixed on the woman's head in the large bottle.
"Hui Cu, you look even more beautiful this morning! Ah, you remind me of our wedding night… ah, how tender, how warm, how sweet…" He closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again and looked at the woman's face, his fingers moving to stroke the hair that had fallen out of the bottle with affectionate movements.
"You were eighteen then, and I was twenty-five. We swore to love each other until death and poured out our love. How sweet, Hui Cu. Then every night, yes… almost every night, we spent our wedding night like that. I loved you more and more, I was crazy about you. However… after only a year, you started to change…"
Suddenly, he grabbed a pair of chopsticks in front of him, his body motionless and his eyes half-closed. He focused his attention on his hearing because his trained ears had picked up an unnatural sound. Then he returned to his normal state, except his right hand was still holding a pair of chopsticks. He continued his "conversation" with the face of the woman in the bottle.
"And when he arrived..." He glanced at the head hanging in the center of the room, which now happened to be turned to face him and grinned even wider than usual, "...he was the sweet-talking, seducer, my once-beloved friend, a friend who turned out to be a traitor and a fake. You fell! It turns out you preferred sweet-faced demeanor and sweet-talking over my open and honest demeanor. In fact, when I deliberately excused myself to go on an errand, you dared to betray me, committing adultery in our room, on our wedding bed. I held back my anger and challenged Kun Tian outside to a duel as two man, to fight over you…"
Suddenly, a small light flashed toward the man. With a calm demeanor, the man moved his right hand, and in an instant, a pair of chopsticks had caught or clamped a red-garliced small darts with a blackened tip and a fishy odor, a sign that it was poisoned. As if nothing had happened, the man continued his speech, directed at the woman's head in the bottle.
As if nothing had happened, the man now continued His words were addressed to the woman's face deeply bottle. "You were a witness to our fair fight. I managed to knock him down, but how hurt my heart was saw you crushing his corpse and crying over it. You openly burdening him more than me, your legitimate husband. I can't take this anymore, Hui Cu. I beheaded your neck, as well as Kun Tian's neck. I love you too much, so be it your head is forever close to me, let me drink the wine that soaks your head everyday, and let his head saw it and felt jealous. Ha-ha-ha!" suddenly the man laughing, like someone drunk and now he was looking to the face of a man's head hanging in the middle of the room. However, if his mouth is wide open and laughing, The man's eyes were wet with tears. He cried while laugh, without sobbing. It's easy to imagine the immense emotional suffering this man endured, unable to forget the events that occurred over twenty years ago.