Mandrill had a dream.
In the dream, he was only five years old, with small arms and legs, fighting for food with a group of adults in a chaotic place.
The slums in the chaotic land are like hell on earth. The men steal, rob, kill, and set fires, and do all kinds of evil, while the women easily sell their bodies in exchange for the meager food rations.
The adults here are numb and cold, and their consciences have long been defeated by reality and disappeared without a trace. Even for a small five-year-old child, they will not show any sympathy.
The young ghost manipulator also made a living by stealing. On this day, he sneaked into the bun shop. Although he was caught and beaten by the boss, he still managed to bring out a meat bun hidden in his arms.
Hiding on a dark street corner, Ghost Mandrill took out the meat buns and was about to enjoy the rations he had earned with a beating when he was kicked to the ground by two grown men passing by and snatched the buns away.
Looking at the indifference and ridicule in the big man's eyes, Ghost Mandrill's blood suddenly boiled over, and the anger in his heart could not be suppressed. He rushed forward, pulled out the saber from the big man's waist, and stabbed it into the heart of the big man.
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In the astonished eyes of the two big men, he drew his knife without hesitation, nimbly slipped under the other big man's crotch, and stabbed him in the back with a backhand knife.
The first time he killed someone, he didn't feel any discomfort in his heart. Instead, he felt a little...excited.
When he turned around to pick up the bun, he found that the meat bun was already in the hands of an old man in a white gown.
The extremely vigilant Ghost Mandrill quickly pulled out the saber stuck in the big man's back and glared viciously at the old man in white, trying to intimidate him through his eyes to make him retreat and give up the bun in his hand.
"A good boy, he has a good personality and suits my taste very well." The old man stared at the young mandrill looking up and down with interest, with a look of approval in his eyes, "Are you interested in being my apprentice?"
"Give me the buns!" Ghost Mandrill ignored him and just threatened in a childish voice, "Otherwise I will kill you."
"Little wolf bastard, it's too early for you to want to kill me." The old man seemed to be struck by the punchline and laughed loudly, "I'm really old and confused. Since you've taken a liking to me, just take him away."
, why are we still asking for your opinion?"
After saying that, he suddenly waved his sleeves, tucked the mandrill's thin body under his arm, then pointed his toes to the ground, laughed loudly, and flew away in the air.
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When the scene changed, he suddenly became ten years older and appeared in the martial arts hall of the Dark Temple.
At this time, Demon Mandrill was holding a wide giant blade in his hand, and lying on the ground in front of him was a fellow disciple of the Dark Temple.
This disciple's body was curled up, his face was pale, his teeth were clenching, and one of his right arms had been removed.
There were sounds of quarreling beside me.
"It's unreasonable. It really is unreasonable. You are so cruel at such a young age that you actually do this to your fellow disciples." An elder from the Dark Temple shouted angrily, "Li Tianfeng, why don't you care?"
"Why, your apprentice can't beat my apprentice, it's because of his own incompetence." Master Old Ghost said lazily, "If you don't take it back and teach it properly, will you blame us master and apprentice instead?"
"You..." the elder said angrily, "If you are a fellow sect disciple and you have reached the point, why do you need to cut off my disciple's arm?"
"Till the point?" Li Tianfeng sneered, "What a joke! When you go out to fight with other people in the Holy Land, will you also ask them to hit the point?"
"But now we are competing with fellow students..."
"Aren't the current drills just for future actual combat?" Li Tianfeng interrupted rudely, "Of course, the more real the better, if you always hold on to the naive idea of 'point it out', how can you go out to compete with others in the future?
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"You... are really unreasonable!"
"Are you not convinced? How about we two have a fight, and whoever has the stronger fist has the final say?"
"Forget it, I won't argue with you two lunatics." The elder was stunned for a long time, then shook his head and said, "You are so unscrupulous, you will suffer a loss one day in the future."
"Huh, I don't have much ability. I know how to make noise all day long!" When the elder left with the injured disciple, Li Tianfeng said contemptuously, then turned his head, laughed and patted the ghost mandrill on the shoulder.
, "What a good boy, you are very proud of me. I guess my love for you is not in vain."
"Get out!" Gui Mandrill slapped Li Tianfeng's arm away and turned around coldly. Out of sight of the old ghost master, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.
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The scene in front of me changed again.
At this time, Ghost Mandrill was already a young man in his twenties and was located in the Nangong family in the Daqian Imperial Capital.
The effectiveness of the blood-burning secret technique has passed. He collapsed to the ground helplessly, unable to even move a finger. Seeing that the battle was about to be lost, at the critical moment, the old ghost master suddenly appeared and showed his power, instantly turning the situation around.
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Just when Gui Mandrill felt that the overall situation was decided, the old ghost master suddenly turned his head and glanced at him with blood on his face. He seemed to say something in his mouth, and then slowly fell down and stopped breathing.
A heartbreaking feeling surged into his heart. At this moment, Ghost Mandrill suddenly realized what an important position the old ghost master played in his life.
He is a master, a father, and a friend.
In the final analysis, every bit of effort and sweat put in by Ghost Mandrill is just to get a word of praise from the old Ghost Master.
The death of the old ghost is tantamount to the collapse of the sky and the collapse of faith for the ghost mandrill.
He tried hard to distinguish what the old ghost master said before he died, but he couldn't hear even a word.
The moment the old ghost master fell, Ghost Mandrill saw clearly the face of the murderer.
Hear the sage!
A saint is a supreme, elusive existence.
Li Tianfeng, who has always had a bad temper and defied the sky and the earth, was in the hands of the saint, but he could not survive a single move and died in hell.
However, there was no trace of fear or cowardice in the mandrill's heart, only endless sorrow and hatred.
Yes, before the old ghost died, he must have wanted me to avenge him!
Ghost Mandrill recalled Li Tianfeng's mouth shape and interpreted it to himself.
At this moment, he secretly made up his mind that one day he would personally take off the head of the old thief who heard the Tao in order to pay homage to Master Gui's spirit in heaven.
Perhaps because he heard Ghost Mandrill's thoughts, the saint suddenly turned his head and glanced at him. His originally calm expression suddenly became extremely ferocious. He raised his right hand high and turned into a huge mountain, and smashed it hard at him.
come over.
"Ah! Old thief, you and I are at odds with each other!"
The ghost mandrill roared at the top of his lungs. His heart was filled with endless hatred, but he had no strength to resist. He could only watch the mountain pressing down on him.
His vision went dark and he lost consciousness instantly.
"Sister Ran, what's wrong with him?"
A childish voice came faintly to my ears.
"Maybe it's just a nightmare." A soft and pleasant woman's voice slowly sounded, "Ah, it's so hot!"
The comatose Ghost Mandrill vaguely felt someone reaching out to touch his forehead. The movement was light and gentle, and there was also a faint fragrance.
Immediately afterwards, there was a chill on my forehead, as if someone had put a cold wet towel on it.
Drowsily, he half-opened his eyes, and a slim white figure appeared dimly in front of him.
Even though she couldn't see her face clearly, Ghost Mandrill could still tell that she was a young woman.
A beautiful woman wearing white clothes.
Am I dead?
Is this a fairy from the sky?
Are you kidding me? How can a person like me go to heaven after death? He will definitely go to the eighteenth level of hell.
While he was thinking wildly, deep tiredness came over him again, and Ghost Mandrill slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
"Sister Ran, this person looks so fierce!"
The owner of the tender voice is none other than Liu Tiedan, the youngest son of Mr. Liu’s family in Luohe Village.
"Iron Dan, you can't judge a person by his appearance."
The "Sister Ran" in Liu Tiedan's mouth is of course Ran Sujuan who attempted suicide and drifted here. "Those who are kind to you may not necessarily be good people, and those who look fierce may not necessarily be bad people."
While speaking, Ran Sujuan thought of Zhu Cong's gentle and considerate words, and she couldn't help but feel sad.
"Sister, you mean, he is a good person?" Liu Tiedan asked.
"I don't know." Ran Sujuan stared at the unconscious ghost mandrill who was still talking nonsense, and slowly shook her head, "Maybe, maybe not."
"What if he is a bad guy?" Liu Tiedan asked, feeling vaguely hostile towards the man who was rescued by Ran Sujuan.
"Tiedan, when you rescued me, did you ever consider this issue?" Ran Sujuan suddenly asked, "If my sister is a bad person, what should you do?"
"Sister Ran is so beautiful, she must be a good person." Liu Tiedan said loudly.
"You." Ran Sujuan laughed "puff" at being teased by this apprentice, and gently rubbed his slender head, "Since my sister is a good person, she can't stand idly by when she sees someone drowning. As for whether he is a good person or a bad person, we will naturally see him later.
Find out."
"Sister Ran, even if he is a bad person, there is no need to be afraid." Liu Tiedan seemed to understand, and said emphatically, "I will protect you."
"Then sister can feel at ease." Ran Sujuan smiled softly and gently tapped the tip of Tiedan's nose, "If you want to protect sister, you have to practice hard."
"I'm going to practice!" Tiedan was greatly encouraged and ran out happily.
Ran Sujuan turned around, gently took the towel attached to Gui Mandrill's forehead, soaked it in cold water and rubbed it for a while, wring it out and put it back on the original place, then brought a bowl of water, scooped up some with a spoon, and gently put it on
It reached Demon Mandrill's mouth and soaked his dry and cracked lips.
After a while, she saw the strange man's face gradually calming down, and she felt a sense of long-lost peace and tranquility in her heart. She picked up the wooden basin filled with clothes, turned around, left the house, and walked towards the river.
Shortly after Ran Sujuan left, Gui Mandrill, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes.
"Old thief, suffer death!"
Not yet fully awake, he shouted loudly and sat up suddenly.
Where is...where?
The confused Ghost Mandrill couldn't help but look around, with a wary look on his face.
What comes into view is a clean and simple cabin. Apart from the necessary furniture such as tables and chairs, there are no other decorations in the room.
Looking down, he found that he had been put on clean clothes, and there was still a faint fragrance on the white bedding and sheets.
The injuries in his body have not yet healed, but his movements are no longer hindered. Ghost Mandrill throws away the wet wipe on his forehead, turns over and jumps out of bed. Before he can explore around, he suddenly hears a rush of footsteps.
Voice.
After a while, the door was pushed open for the first time with a bang, and a woman in white stumbled in.
This chapter has been completed!