USWHC -Chapter 1 Morals Shattered All Over the Ground, Want to Pick Them Up? (Part 1)

The thirty-second year of the Zhengtong era of Liang, winter.

“Oh, my pants!” A scream echoed through the sky. In the empty snowy field, only the man’s hysterical shouting remained.

Seriously? Is it this unsafe to be a man these days? His chrysanthemum suddenly tightened, and the cold wind rushed in wildly, bringing with it a chilling bite.

The man was almost in tears. Come on! He had only gotten a bit handsy and snapped off a tree branch. Who exactly had he offended?

Could it be that mountain spirits and demons really existed in this world? Or was there some evil ghost passing through the mountain?

The man kept floundering about in the snow, desperately grabbing at his pants. Wuwu—he could barely hold on anymore!

Before he could figure things out, he suddenly felt a pair of hands climbing onto him, gripping him hard—grabbing his pants. Yes, those hands had already yanked his pants down.

No way… Could the tree spirit be seeking revenge and planning to strip him naked?

While struggling frantically, he also had to hurriedly pull at his pants. The whole time he was flopping around in the snow, swallowing mouthfuls of snowy slush, and he couldn’t even cry out properly!

A sudden chill made his whole body shiver. He could even feel its icy hands touching his delicate skin.

Oh, that patch of skin—how pure it was! Ever since the days of wearing open-crotch pants as a child, no one had touched it. Could it be that today it would fall victim to this tree spirit or evil ghost?

The man burst into tears. He felt his chrysanthemum tighten again. Wait—could this actually be some kind of lustful ghost? But he was a man! He absolutely didn’t want to get his chrysanthemum blasted!

The vast white snow buried the land beneath it. The daylight gradually dimmed, leaving only a faint pale glow. The cold wind carried icy crystals as it swept through, striking the face with bone-piercing chill.

The man’s face had already turned bluish-purple. He raised his head as much as he could, trying to see clearly the person climbing onto his back.

Why was he so unlucky? Wasn’t he just out gathering firewood on a snowy day? Wasn’t he just a little annoyed and ended up shearing wool from the same sheep? Wasn’t it just that he had stripped a small tree of more than ten years until it became nothing but a bare pole?

He had it rough too! Being sent out by his family to gather firewood in the middle of a snowstorm—how could he not be angry?

Heh, let’s be fair here. That wasn’t some tiny sapling. If anyone had seen what he just did, they’d have been terrified. That branch was as thick as a bowl! And he snapped it clean off with a crisp crack! Crack-crack-crack—he even broke it into sections, saving himself the trouble of chopping firewood!

Was that really just something done in a moment of anger? What did the poor tree ever do to deserve that? He stripped it completely bare! How was that tree supposed to face anyone next year?

Thinking back just now, the man had actually been quite proud of himself. Unfortunately, his pride only lasted a few seconds.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly felt something wrap around his foot. Even then, he was still very confident. He didn’t even feel the slightest bit afraid.

What did he do at that moment? He merely sneered coldly, not even bothering to lower his head, and kicked his leg to shake off whatever was restraining him.

But just as he lifted one leg, he suddenly felt a strong force grab his other ankle. Losing his balance, he was dragged down to the ground.

No way! With how mighty he was, something could actually pull him down? Can we politely say this on behalf of the tree: Serves you right! Totally deserved! (Hahaha~)

Only then did the man realize something was wrong. He struggled desperately to break free from the grip around his ankle—but something unexpected happened.

Those hands kept climbing upward, tightly gripping his pants. He could even feel that someone was climbing onto his body.

At that moment, he finally realized the seriousness of the situation, because he suddenly discovered a very serious—and shocking—problem.

He was lying face down!

Yes. He had been tackled and pinned to the ground face down!

Wuwu… Now he was the one who couldn’t face anyone anymore!

At that moment, he felt the thing pressing on him finally climb all the way up and lie directly on top of him. He could even hear its heavy breathing.

Oh! Could this be some kind of lustful ghost? What kind of thing had he provoked?

Wuwu—no! His innocence! The innocence he had guarded for twenty years! Was it really about to disappear like this?

The man could only sob helplessly. His pants had already been pulled halfway down. Was everything that should happen and could happen about to happen now?

Oh—my chrysanthemum! Oh—noooooo~~~~