C160 evil thought

The line began to tighten, and the old man was tugging at me. All the while I held on to the thief. The thief grabbed me by the chest and tried to pull something out of my chest.

I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Isn't this Thief being too greedy?

After a moment, I came to the ground. I looked at the thief and was immediately shocked. It was a seven or eight year old child. A child certainly wasn't enough to scare me, but he didn't have eyes either. Not only did they have no eyes, they didn't even have eyelids. There were only two dark bloody holes.

I was frightened and let go. That child's body was extremely nimble. In an instant, he escaped from my control and escaped into the distance.

At this moment, the old Daoist tapped the pot and said, "Come here, come here …"

When the child was summoned, he hesitantly turned around and walked towards us.

He sniffed, lifted the lid, and reached in for his eyes. I quickly grabbed his wrist and pointed at the blood on it. There's blood on his hands, and he stole those eyeballs. "

The old Daoist impatiently nodded. I let the child go and let him eat.

Halfway through his meal, I suddenly thought of something: Crap, this soup of mercy is for the Ghost Prisoners. After drinking the soup, only then would I be able to have a chance of survival. Now that the contents of the pot are almost eaten by the children, wouldn't the rest of us be done for?

I said to the old Daoist, "You should also have some."

The old Daoist shook his head and said, "Those who go abroad don't eat meat and meat."

I was a little anxious. "How can I do that? If this old Taoist does not drink the soup of compassion, will we still be able to leave this place alive? "

However, thinking about it, the old Daoist looked kind and easy to talk to. It seemed that even if he didn't drink the merciful soup, it didn't matter …

After I thought about it. Suddenly, my heart jolted as I realized that I had neglected the most important question. My heart was thumping hard. I nervously asked, "Old Taoist …" "No, no, no, Taoist, may I ask if you are Lord Ghost Prison?"

The old Daoist didn't even look at me. "No."

My heart sank and I fell to the ground. It's over, it's all over now.

I wanted to pull the child away so he wouldn't spoil my soup, but I didn't dare. Not only can I not afford to offend a ghost prisoner, I can't afford to offend an old Daoist next to me either.

Holding onto the last sliver of hope, I asked the old man, "Lord Ghost Conviction, could it be this little friend here?"

The old Daoist acted as if he had met a lunatic and replied, "Of course not."

My heart went completely cold.

I said in despair, "This pot of merciful soup is for Lord Ghost Hell Prison to drink. Now that the children have finished drinking, what should we do? "

The old Daoist calmly replied, "Actually, it's all the same to me."

When he saw how anxious I was, he suddenly smiled and said, "Do you want to hear the story?"

I am in danger, how can I be in the mood to listen to a story? However, what the old Daoist wanted to say seemed to have something to do with the Ghost Hell Prison, so there was no harm in listening. If I can't save my life after listening to this story, I'm going to find an excuse to slip away.

So I nodded.

The old Daoist said, "This is actually my story. Before I started cultivating, I had a wife. And my wife broke my child. At that time, I only wanted to cultivate, so I abandoned them and went into the depths of the mountains. "

When I heard this, I couldn't help but grin. This was simply a scum of a man. But I didn't dare to say that. I didn't even dare to compliment him with words like "wise and decisive" or "I'll give up my small home for everyone". Who knew what he was thinking? If I kiss the wrong horse, I'll be out of luck.

The old Daoist sighed and said, "Then there was a big battle nearby. There were countless casualties among the soldiers, and a small number of them had made their way to my little village. A routed soldier is no better than a bandit; a runaway soldier is a thief. They killed my wife and son. I heard the news on the mountain and I spent seven days and seven nights chanting the rebirth spell for them. "

"Even though I'm chanting the Rebirth Spell, I'm actually very happy in my heart. In the end, I no longer have any concerns from the mortal world. I can cultivate peacefully."

I couldn't help it. I grinned. As expected, all the perverts in the world had a refined and refined appearance. This old Taoist was one. His wife and children had all died, but he was actually very happy. Then if he's amiable now, won't he suddenly turn hostile and kill me later on?

The old Daoist didn't notice my expression and continued, "At that time, there was a popular cultivation method. Everyone cultivates only one organ. If he had the spare energy, he would cultivate other things. I chose to train my eyes. Because my innate talent is decent and I don't have any concerns in the mortal world, I actually managed to cultivate a pair of God's Eyes in just a few decades. "

The old Daoist pointed to his sunken eye sockets, "These eyes can see through the heart, and can see through everything in the world. One day I had a whim. I wanted to see what the people in the sky were doing. I wanted to see if there were any faster methods of cultivation in the sky. And so I started to peep at the sky from the top of a mountain. "

When I heard this, I looked at the old man in shock and said, "You, you, you …." are you blind god? "

The old Daoist exclaimed, "You've heard of me?"

I laughed dryly. "I'm honored to have heard of it once."

"Since you've heard of it, then you should know about the rest of it," Blind God replied. I have no choice but to dig out my eyes to protect myself. "

I nervously asked, "I would like to take the liberty of asking. Have you ever seen anything in the sky? "

The blind God was silent for a moment. Then, he said, "I saw it."

I nervously asked, "What did you see?"

The Blind God shook his head. "I don't know."

I looked at him in bewilderment, thinking: Even if you don't want to tell me, you don't need to give me such a perfunctory answer, do you?

The Blind God sighed and continued, "After I died, someone stole my eyes. They wanted to use the God's Eye to achieve some evil goals, but they were all easily killed by the heavens."

"My divine eye has been destroyed. But there were always those who were unwilling. They finally set their sights on my son. These people believed that I was a heaven warping genius since I managed to cultivate the divine eye. My son should also have my wisdom. "

I carefully interrupted him. "That's not right. Didn't your son die a long time ago?"

The God of Blind nodded. "He is indeed dead. However, one of them was extremely daring, sneaking into the underworld and stealing my son out. "

My voice was a little hoarse as I asked, "Is there really a underworld in this world?"

The God of Blind nodded. "Yes. "However, I don't know whether or not this Netherworld Kingdom is the legendary one."

"When they stole my son, his eyes were immediately gouged out. But they did not achieve their goal. So we just locked up here with our son and me. "

I suddenly remembered what Xia Xin had told me. The Ghost Prison was a prisoner in Hades, and since Hades could not kill him, he had no choice but to build a fake Underworld here. He wanted to wear down his will to survive so that one day, he would commit suicide in despair.

I asked the Blind God, "Is the person who imprisoned you from the Underworld?"

The blind god exclaimed, "You know quite a lot. It seems like you aren't just a simple soul. "

I panicked. Afraid that the blind God would see through my identity, I hurriedly said, "I know a Taoist. He understands this."

The blind God acknowledged and continued, "Actually, I do not know what kind of people are in the Hades. I know exactly what they want. "

"First of all, they want to know what I saw in the sky and whether I obtained faster cultivation methods. If they can't get this information out, they'll just go for the next best thing and ask me about the method to cultivate my God's Eye. If I am unable to get this answer out, they will take a step back and try to get my son to cultivate God's Eye. "

"I've already been locked up. The people in the Underworld want to kill me, so it's as easy as pie. However, they don't kill me because they have a request. I couldn't tell them that I was going to die if I told them, so I thought of a way to make myself forget it. "

I curiously asked, "How did you forget?"

The Blind God said: "After I was locked up here, this fake hell was really amazing. In the beginning, of course, I knew that this was a fake. It was just a cell, but as time went by, I always treated it as if it was real. My heart was getting more and more agitated. I started to feel that there was no point in living like this. I might as well just die. It's all over, but when I see my son by my side, I can't bear to part with him. When I was alive, the people in the Underworld tortured me. When I died, it was time to torture my children. "

"Well, I didn't take care of him when he was alive. Now that he's dead, I'll do my duty. So I held on. I've been in this fake hell for who knows how many years. I have a sense of malice and resentment. This hostility and resentment was like a raging fire, forcing me to do it every day, just waiting for me to go berserk. Once I lose my consciousness, the people of the Underworld would be able to control me. If they were to use me as a puppet, wouldn't they answer every question? "

"Later on, I split my soul into two, one half for the good. Half put evil. Everything about blind eyes and peeping the heavens, are all based on evil thoughts. " The Blind God smiled and said, "I am the half that is good. I only care about my cultivation and my entire body is light. "

I asked, "The evil half is the Ghost Prison?"

The Blind God replied, "Correct. The evil half is the Ghost Prison." He pointed to the deity statue beside him, "Did you see that? The Ghost is inside. We're the same person, but I can't stop him. This was because this fake hell was filled with evil. With every breath he took, he became stronger. And I have to recite it a hundred thousand times to gain even the slightest bit of goodwill. "

By this time, the child had eaten all the eyes in the pot and drank all the blood. Then he staggered over to the statue and wiped his hands on it, leaving a few bloody marks.

The Blind God said to me, "Ghost prisoners are my evil thoughts. Ruthless and merciless, he killed people like they were nothing. But there was also a soft spot in her heart. My son, that is his softness. When a child finishes the soup and rubs his fingers on top of him, he will be overjoyed. For the next twelve hours, he will no longer kill anyone. "