C166 Housework

The blood slowly flowed until it stopped and I saw a face, a woman's face.

This woman should be the wife of that ghost prisoner.

There was no anger on his face, and his face was instead filled with contempt. "You're back? Why didn't you come back when we were starving? Why didn't you come back when those people were killing us with knives? Who gave you the courage to come back? "

Every time a woman says a word, I step back. I'm not a ghost prisoner, but the woman's aggressive questioning made me feel guilty.

I silently reminded myself: "I'm not a ghost prisoner. Wake up."

I looked up, forced a smile, and said, "The past is over. We all look forward together. Isn't that good?"

The woman sneered: "Look forward? Can I interpret this as saying that you are destined to escape from the past? "

I wiped off the cold sweat on my forehead and replied in a low voice, "No, I just feel that …" It would be better to send the child out first. It's good for him, and it's good for me. "

The woman threw her head back and laughed. "That's right. For him, and for you. Take the child away and you can go away and never come back. You can choose to forget me. Anyone who mentions me will be killed by you. I just want to tell you, in the future, when it's quiet at night, ask yourself if you have a shred of guilt in your heart. I heard that you want to become an immortal and become a Buddha. I think you should first ask yourself if you deserve to be a man. "

I know that for cultivators, the most important thing is for their dao heart to be strong. Just like how a monk paid attention to compassion, that meant he was always compassionate. For example, Daoists paid attention to the transcendence of the mortal world, so they shouldn't be held back by the mortal world.

Even a big devil like the Ghost Hell sect would have to persevere to the end once they were certain that they would do anything to increase their own strength. His heart was filled with love for his son, and his dao heart was already unstable. If he was provoked by a woman and felt ashamed, it would be weird if he didn't go berserk.

I gritted my teeth and thought, "Right now, it's an urgent matter, so I can't care too much about it. The most important thing is to bring the corpse out. "After all, there aren't many candles left."

Thinking of this, I no longer hesitated and kneeled to the ground with a thump. I said loudly, "I'm sorry, I was wrong. I apologize. You can punish me however you want. "

The woman suddenly stopped talking and just stared at me.

Not strong enough, I thought. Alright, let me do something more ruthless.

I stretched out my palm and hit myself twenty to thirty times.

By the time I stopped, I could no longer feel my face. I think I played a little too well.

I looked up at the woman. She was tearful and her eyes were filled with life, but more of it was heartache.

I thought to myself, I'm ashamed, I'm really ashamed. Using a trash of a man to coax his girlfriend to lie to a woman with a tragic life was truly inhumane.

The woman whispered, "Why did you apologize this time? Weren't you always running away? Every time I don't finish my sentence, you fly out in a rage and shout. "

I thought: No wonder the Ghost-Prisoner went berserk. He may have talent in cultivation, but he was lacking in handling relationships.

After some thought, I felt that the grievances that this woman had suffered were a little too great, and that she had been left behind in the prison for so many years. I just dropped to my knees and slapped myself a few times, probably not enough to soothe her.

So I took out the dagger. I looked at the women affectionately. "All these years, I have been pursuing the Great Dao and neglected you. This was a complete reversal. I didn't dare to see you before because I feel guilty, but I have to face it now. You're bleeding for me, and now I want blood in exchange for blood. "

So I took the dagger and stabbed myself in the heart. Logically speaking, in order to express my sincerity, I should have dug out my heart.

But I'm only acting for the Ghost-Prisoner. There's no need to spend so much money. So I tilted the knife a little, trying to cut my arm.

But then I thought: What if it hits the arteries and the bleeding doesn't stop? Thus, I tilted the blade and placed the tip of the blade on my wrist. Even so, when it was cut down, it became a cut on the finger.

I also felt that this was a little unreasonable, so I shouted, "I will cut off my fingers to apologize."

The dagger was sharp, and before I could use any strength, it had cut a shallow gash in my finger.

The woman screamed and cried, "No!"

Two streams of blood flowed down her face, "Don't be like this, I know I don't blame you. You also didn't know that someone was trying to kill us. "

I breathed a sigh of relief and thought: Okay, this time I should be able to leave in one piece.

I did not immediately throw away the knife, but a deep self-criticism, count my sins, and scolded myself severely. Of course, I use the name of a ghost prisoner. In any case, it isn't me, so no matter how fierce the scolding is, it doesn't hurt.

The woman choked with sobs and said, "You don't have to be like this, I didn't expect you to be like this. Actually, I've been waiting all these years just to say I'm sorry. "

So I started to say I'm sorry.

In the process, I thought to myself: Ghost prisoners, ghost prisoners, I've finally helped you settle your family dispute, and just because of this, you can't harm me anymore.

In the end, the woman forgave me, and I found an excuse to hold the child and open the door.

My foot was already over the threshold. The woman suddenly said in a faint voice, "Wait a moment."

I was a little worried and thought, "What's wrong now?"

The woman said, "Can you keep your shoes?"

My heart skipped a beat. "Why?" I asked.

The woman laughed bitterly. Her smile was even more miserable than before. "I know you are not him."

I also let out a bitter laugh, thinking: I didn't expect it to be a performance, self-torture, or was seen through. I seem to remember that women are easily moved, but I forget that they are very meticulous.

The woman whispered, "Is this shoe his? Leave your shoes behind. I know he'll never come back after you take this body with you. I'll read them like shoes. "

I looked at the woman, pleasantly surprised. "You want me to take the corpse away?"

The woman acknowledged with a grunt, tears brimming in her eyes when she spoke.

I felt that my cheers were inappropriate, so I asked in a deep voice, "You knew I was fake, and you still wanted me to take the corpse away?"

The woman sighed, "I know that too. Taking away the corpse is good for the child, and it is good for the child as well. He is a man of great ability. When he is alive, he should not be trapped in a small mountain village with me. Even after death, you should not be trapped here and suffer all the humiliation. "

"Every time I provoke him, his cultivation goes berserk. It was just to see him again, to see him again. However, every time I provoked him, my heart would hurt a little. I couldn't bear it anymore. It just so happens that today you came, knelt down for him, and apologized for him. I know it's fake, but it's a result. I don't want to make things difficult for him anymore. I can't bear it anymore. "

I deeply bowed to the woman and picked up the shoe. I seriously said to her, "I think I'll take this shoe with me. Don't wait for him anymore. Go and reincarnate."

The woman looked at me strangely. "I thought you would tell me that after you go back, you would help me persuade him to come personally."

I said, "He's not fit to come."

The woman seemed to be deep in thought. I didn't say anything else. I left with the child's body on my back, and the woman didn't stop me.

I knew that she would leave this place and go into reincarnation. Even if not now, in the future.

After I had gone a long way, I heard a faint voice say, "Treat my child well."

I said, "Don't worry."

After that, the surroundings became completely silent. I looked at the candle in my hand. It was only a short stub of the end, and within a few seconds it was completely out.

I was back in the dark again. I didn't know where the way out was, so I had to wander aimlessly. Just like the old Daoist had said, this place was like a valley, and the souls were like flowing water. No matter which direction they moved in, they would eventually converge at the bottom of the valley.

I walked around in the dark for a while, but I didn't see any ghosts. Instead, I saw a few people. They were sneaking forward.

I noticed that one of them had a light in his hand.

In this dark place, the lights were too conspicuous, so I hid in the darkness and crept after them. I wanted to see who they were.

We can travel together. If it's an enemy, I can secretly follow them. No matter what, it would be better than wandering around here by myself. I was about to go crazy in this endless darkness.

As I approached them, I realized that these people were indeed my friends. They are me, foster-grandpa, Mr. Zhao, Xia Xin, Er Hu, and... And me.

I secretly cursed in my heart, "Why did I encounter such a situation again?" Could it be that the dead are pretending to be us again? "

Even if I knew that the people in front of me were fake, I couldn't bring myself to expose them, because if I did, either they'd kill me or I'd kill them. I didn't want to die, and I didn't want to lose someone to be my partner, so I didn't say anything, just followed silently.

After a while, I heard the Mr. Zhao complain, "Eldest Nephew, can you do it? We've been walking for so long, and we're going to die before we even find the body. "

The "I" did not say a word, but hurried on with the candle.

My foster-grandpa sighed: "On the ninth day, don't put too much pressure on us. Look carefully, where are we going to find this light?"

Then Xia Xin said, "Why do I feel like we've been walking in circles?"

I could hear these conversations clearly from behind, and I was a little puzzled. "Why do these people speak in the same tone and manner as real people?"

At this moment, Xia Xin tilted her head, and when I saw a side face, I was immediately taken aback: She isn't a skeleton, she's without a doubt Xia Xin herself.

Could it be that they were all real? But the other me with the candle, where did it come from?