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He crawled back in

Flies and maggots were everywhere in this deep pit. There was a person sitting on top of a pile of carrion corpses at the bottom of the pit, his body covered in blood, his legs strangely bent. He was a completely immobile person.

His fingernails had been broken, and the blood had mixed with the mud on the crater's walls. It didn't look like a human hand, it looked like the hand of a ghost.

"Hahahahahahaha!"

"Look at his eyes. Aiyo, I'm very scared."

"He's only a good-for-nothing who will die, yet he dares to look at me like that? Ha!"

Above the hole was an ear-piercing ridicule. The laughter of those people was devoid of human nature, cold and twisted like the laughter of evil spirits.

The people at the bottom of the pit stared at them, as if they wanted to carve their appearances into their minds and turn into ghosts to seek their revenge.

He opened his mouth and revealed a smile that was not a smile as he looked at the people above the hole.

"What are you laughing at!"

"How disgusting, smash him to death!"

This smile caused the laughter of those people to abruptly stop. It frightened them so much that they revealed expressions of fear. They used their rage to conceal their fear, lifted up their stones and ruthlessly smashed downwards.

A bang, like the sound of a watermelon being smashed, resounded in the deep pit with a dull sound.

When it entered the ears of those people, they all broke out in a cold sweat.

The flies at the bottom of the hole buzzed for a while and then fell like bees onto the corpse that had already lost its breath. Its head was split open, but it did not close its eyes and its mouth was still split open.

"F * ck, what f * cking bad luck. Let's go, let's go and report back."

"Pei pei, go back and let my wife clean up the dirty water and wash up her bad luck."

"Hahahahahaha …"

The evil spirits hovering above the hole had left, but the sunlight could not reach the bottom of the hole. It was eerie and cold.

If there were truly ghosts in this world, then the people at the bottom of the pit would be the most terrifying ghosts that took their lives. They would need to find everyone to die with them.

Suddenly, a dark green jade pendant slipped out of the corpse's clothes. It had fully absorbed its owner's blood and turned blood-red. It was as if a storm had been brewing, a life-threatening calamity.

'Grandfather, Second Uncle! '

'Don't die! '

"Our Ling Family did not collude with the bandits. This has nothing to do with our Ling Family!"

"I, Ling Zhang, am able to support the Heavens and Earth, and am definitely not a vile villain like you!"

"You demons, you are just trying to swallow up my Ling Family's property. You have plotted against my Ling Family, and harmed dozens of my appointments.

'AHH … My legs, my legs! '

'Ridiculous! What Marshal's fiancé? What kind of background does Capital's Yuwen family have?

"Look clearly, this is Yuwen Clan's marriage annulment certificate. Look clearly at your own face, do you really think that your Ling Family can rely on Yuwen Clan to turn the situation around?" "In your dreams!"

"No, I didn't. The Yuwen Clan promised Grandfather that. I don't care …" I didn't, I didn't, I didn't do it, they wronged me … I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I want revenge, I want revenge! " Whispers filled with deep pain and despair came out of Ling Zhang's mouth one after another. In the end, the cries of despair woke him up from his nightmare.

Ling Zhang suddenly sat up straight. Sweating profusely, he looked around at his surroundings at a loss. It was a familiar yet unfamiliar scene.

This was a pavilion. There was a wall over there, and a small path passed by the pavilion, winding towards the corner of the wall. The corner door was opened …

Where is this place?

It was the beginning of his nightmare.

If he passed through that horned gate, he would be splashed with dirty water. No matter what, he would be unable to wash himself clean, and would then fall into a situation worse than death.

But isn't he dead? He could even dream after death?

With a splitting headache, Ling Zhang's mind was in a mess, he could not tell if he was dreaming or reality. He supported himself on the stone table, and stood up shakily.

When he caught a glimpse of his own clothes, his entire body froze as if he was struck by lightning. These familiar clothes were what he had worn that day!

It was too real! How could this be?

And his legs, stamping his feet, all right, all right.

Ye Zichen took a deep breath, steadied the messy thoughts in his head, and punched himself heavily in the leg.

"Sss, it hurts."

This pain was too realistic, it was not a dream!

The cold wind suddenly blew in from outside the pavilion, causing him to shiver. His mind quivered as Ling Zhang stood up with all his might.

He started trembling all over, carefully examining his body from head to toe. Looking at his own pair of hands without the slightest scar, he pinched his own hand bone, touching his own waist and face, the more he searched, the more he trembled.

After confirming this fact, Ling Zhang forced himself to calm down.

If all of this was real, then the current Ling Family was still fine. He was still the famous noble young master of the Tan Yang, he had not washed away the dirty water on his body yet, and no one knew about his marriage contract with Yuwen Clan, where her grandfather was still alive, her uncle was still alive, and dozens of people from Ling Family were still alive!

This was a wish that he had prayed for countless times. Had the heavens really helped him achieve it?

After the time it took to make a cup of tea, the cold wind had completely calmed him down. He slowly turned around and looked at the corner of the door as his excited eyes gradually turned cold.

He had crawled back from the demons, and now he was going to take his life.