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Am I blind, or am I blind because I can't stand the blows?

I don't know, I said, looking into the darkness, and I felt an incomparable calmness in my heart. I had lost faith in everything, in life, and I thought it would be a relief to be lost in the darkness.

Well, yes, for me, it was a relief.

"Old Daoist, do you know what's going on? If he continues to stay unconscious like this, he'll die sooner or later!"

I heard the voice of a cold woman, a voice I had heard before. There was such a cold voice in the world. It sounded as if she was already dead. This was the sound of death, and he wondered if I would be as cold after death.

I have already forgotten how old I am, I have never really been happy since I was young, in the end, even my little body was ruthlessly occupied!

I really don't understand why I have to go through such a desperate situation in my life!

"Sigh, I don't know if this is the aftermath of using the Soul Guiding Curse, but there's never been any rumors that someone would faint after using the Soul Guiding Curse! "Why is that? Did he become like that after he went out?"

"Old Daoist, he's your nephew, not mine. You're not optimistic about him. Tell me, who do you blame!"

It was as if the deeper I sank into the darkness, the clearer the sounds became in my ears, so clear that I thought I could see a man and a woman standing and talking.

The man was in his forties, with a round, unshaven face that had been polished by the passage of time.

He had a bit of a beer belly and was dressed in casual clothes. He looked a bit old and sloppy, but that was what made him look younger than he actually was.

That woman was very beautiful, even more beautiful than Xiaoxiao. If she was just a little girl, then she was one of those pure and pure girls.

She was tall, with long hair that fell to her waist. Her waist was very slim, but when I saw her, I couldn't help but hug her.

Because I was afraid that if I didn't hug her, her waist would break and her long legs would be so straight and white that it would be hard to imagine how charming her feet would be.

It could be said that this woman was a beauty, a beauty that would bring calamity upon the people. Why did I suddenly think of the phrase "disaster bring calamity upon the people"?

Could it be that just by imagining it, I have already changed my mind and started to hate the new? But I still have Little, no, it's really ridiculous, my Little is now the wife of that lowly man, and they have children.

That man was my biological father. He was over twenty years older than me, and I had never treated him as my father. He had also never treated me as his son!

That's why he took Xiaoxiao away from me. That's why he locked me up so he could take over my beloved girl!

As long as I think about how small it is, my heart will be incomparably excited, and I will be incomparably angry!

"Old Daoist, old Daoist, old Daoist. Come look at him. He's shaking again. He's shaking more and more frequently!" There was a hint of worry in the woman's voice, but she was still as cold as ever. "Old Daoist, can you stop swinging that lousy compass? Come and take a look!"

I felt my heart heat up as I calmed down. It was as if something had entered my body and allowed me to calm down.

"I've asked a lot of fellow daoists about this, but none of them are sure of what's going on. Right now, the only thing we can do is to stabilize Xiaofan and not let him shake like he did just now. Do you have any good places to go next?"

"Now, where can I take Zhang Yifan? Hurry up and find a place to hide. The Ghost King won't provoke us right now." But the ghost market is filled with ghost catchers. If they discover your spell, they won't be able to escape even if they wanted to! "

"Don't worry about that. Once the spell lost its effect, I'll burn the spell. Unless someone knows the spell that reverses time, they won't be able to find it!"

I calmly listened to their strange conversation. However, the calmer I was, the more I couldn't make out what they were talking about. However, the calmer I became, the hotter my eyes felt.

Finally, I felt the burning sun and could see again. I actually returned to that huge garden, that enormous cage!

My body had miraculously recovered. I could run and move, but unfortunately, I still couldn't speak. I was like a mute, but I wasn't really mute, I just didn't want to talk, and I always felt that if that humble man found out that I was completely cured, he would be at my disadvantage.

On this day, a ridiculous dwarf came to the garden to earn a living by performing. His hands were clasped behind his back and his appearance was extremely terrifying. He could actually speak without even opening his mouth.

It was a sharp, thin voice, and it sounded harsh to me. He said some sad things.

For example, he had eaten more from a young age than other people because he had never been able to reach the food. He had to wait until everyone else had finished eating before he could eat the leftovers that others had eaten.

Things like this, however, can make others laugh. It has to be said that many people base their happiness on other people's suffering.

The dwarf calmly narrated these matters which made me laugh out loud. These matters made me unable to laugh out loud. From this, it seemed as though from then on, other than being mute, everyone else felt that I had become deaf!

They always seemed to have to find a reason to prove that I was the freak, and they probably thought of me as one of the gnomes.

Of course, ever since the dwarf came to the garden, he had never left. All these years, it seemed that aside from Xiaoxiao being chased out, no one else had left.

The dwarf came, he was cold, he didn't have the ridiculous tone he used when he was pleasing the masses. He told me a lot of things.

He said that this place originally belonged to my grandfather. My grandfather was the white-haired old man that hugged me for the first time. His family was huge, but he didn't give birth to a son.

So his daughter was married to a man who was originally humble, and then he died because of his daughter's miscarriage, and then he died of depression.

I listened, as expressionless as if he were telling those jokes. These things tell me there's nothing special about them.

It was the humble man who had killed his grandfather because he had always pretended to love his grandfather's daughter for money. For money, he had killed the kind old man.

Also, that beautiful young woman didn't die in childbirth. It was because a lowly man drugged her that she bled so much after giving birth.

Otherwise, why would the beautiful young woman die so abruptly and so quickly? Her death was not natural, but was controlled by others. As long as they controlled the measurement of medicine, she would die whenever they wanted her to.

I could no longer pretend to be calm, but I could not get angry, because I could not prove that the dwarf was telling the truth. And, more importantly, I don't have any real feelings for the people he's talking about!

He looked at me, still expressionless, and said, Do you know why he married your first love?

He had a lewd smile on his face as he said, "Because that first love of yours was something that he had arranged for you. He wanted to make you feel pain."

He had had the girl since he was a child. He had let her pretend to be good to you, and at the end he had a play for her. Throw that girl out and lock you up.

Don't you ever wonder why you've been locked up in a cell for so many years when you two love each other?

Even if you did not do well, you did not commit adultery after all. Why did you receive such a severe punishment?

Why did that girl come back here not long after you were locked up and become the dignified mistress of this place?

The successive questions caused me to sink into bitter contemplation. I asked myself these questions again. I really couldn't think of any other reasonable explanation.

It was only then that I realized that my entire life had been a tragedy planned by someone else. I was just a stepping stone for someone else. The reason why that lowly man didn't kill me was because I still had value.

Because I am the only bond between him and the white-haired old man, he fears that without me, he would not be able to inherit everything here!

My anger was burning. I really wanted to swing my blade and kill those who had failed me. I really wanted to kill those who had deceived me and used me.

And humiliate my people, I said, looking at the dwarf. I'd like to know why he knows so much! But I did not ask him. He drew a very large long knife from his thin bosom.

I don't know how he hid it in his arms, a longsword almost as tall as he was, more than a meter long.

I stood there with the knife in my hand, and he cheered me on as if I were in a competition.

I believe you, you can do it, do it, kill them all!

His voice was getting louder and louder, and his voice was getting more and more provocative. I couldn't help but raise the long blade in my hand.

When he finally reached me, he was still blabbering on and on. He made me start killing everyone in the area, whoever it was that made me feel uncomfortable.

I waved the blade, and in front of him, he, the knife, I. There is only a small distance between the three of us.

Ignoring my long knife, he slowly approached me and forced me into a corner!