"You know it when you are young, you see it when you are far away, you can see it in heaven, you can't see it through the window..." I recited all the first palms fluently, and Liu Yishou showed a rare expression of approval and said to me:
"You are a teachable boy. Although your temper is a little dull, you are obedient and hardworking enough. It seems that someone can inherit my mantle."
Phew, what do you mean by stupidity? For such a thing as memorizing the scriptures backwards, you can just pick up a random person on the street and try it, and see how many of them can memorize it better than me.
Although I was complaining in my heart, on the surface I still looked like I was obeying my master's teachings. After all, I had to trouble this old man to help me catch the real culprit tonight.
I had nothing to do at night, so I previewed what I needed to memorize tomorrow, and soon it was time to go to bed. When I thought about going through a hell that would be pierced by thousands of swords later, I suspected that it would be difficult for me to fall asleep.
But I didn't expect it to be the opposite. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I felt sleepy for no reason. It was like the sleepiness in my body had been tightly wrapped up, and when I lay down on the bed, it suddenly and explosively released.
Blood vessels and nerves travel to every part of the tired body.
When I regained my consciousness again, I still saw the familiar coffin board in front of me, and the cold burial ingots and jewelry at my feet. The difference was that this time I was not so scared because of my previous experience.
After calming down, I knew that I still had about ten minutes before being burned. If I didn't feel the pain, Liu Yishou probably wouldn't have known that I had entered the dream, so I took advantage of this time to get more out of this dream.
It would be best to find some clues to find out the identity of the person involved.
The first thing I noticed was the satin shroud underneath me. I had kept it under my body before and didn’t take a closer look at the style. Although it was in the dark, I could roughly feel out the clothes by touching them with my hands.
The outline looks like a set of women's cheongsam.
I was a little strange, so I leaned down to touch the funerary objects again. I was too panicked before so I didn’t pay attention to the specific items under my feet. Now when I touched them, I discovered that in addition to jewelry, there were also some rouge, gouache and other cosmetics only used by big girls.
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So I am actually experiencing the last memory of a woman before her death? I can't help but think of the "Liu Banxian" in the dream who seemed to call me Xinghongsha, and the dance performed by other prostitutes who were also bewitched.
This was probably the dance that this woman loved during her lifetime.
Like a replayed movie, the scene in yesterday's dream was played out again, with no changes in any script. It was like a dull stage play. All I did was lie obediently in the coffin and pretend to be a corpse until a sword was inserted into me.
of……
Beside me? A scene very different from yesterday's dream happened. The first sword that should have been inserted between my legs now appeared next to my right shoulder.
Is it because my posture is different from yesterday? No, this is too different.
Just when I was feeling strange, a second sword was inserted. The expected severe pain never came because it was inserted near my left foot. The cold blade was close to the skin, but it did not cut it.
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The left shoulder, right shoulder, and top of my head were all filled with swords one after another, but they perfectly avoided my body. Although I couldn't move, I didn't feel any pain.
Just when I was feeling somewhat lucky, suddenly a shrill scream came from a woman. It seemed to explode right next to my ears, deafening and almost bursting my eardrums.
The scream was so painful, as if someone had stabbed Ling Chi all over his body in pain. What was even more terrifying was that the place where the scream came from was so close to me, as if it was right next to me.
But now I can't move at all, and I can't observe whether there is any strange woman around me. I can only keep praying that this is the success of the master's method.
Amidst the woman's screams, I seemed to hear the sound of swords clashing again. More and more sharp blades were inserted, all of them cleverly avoiding my body, as if I was trapped on the blade.
It's like a surrounding cage.
And every time a sword was inserted, the woman's screams became shriller, and the distance between me and her felt closer, as if she was right under me.
Underneath?
I don't know when I gradually regained my freedom of movement. Although my body was still slightly numb, I still managed to turn over.
What caught my eyes was a charred corpse. The flesh and blood on the head had either been burned to ashes or was constantly falling off. The two eyeballs had gone somewhere, leaving only black holes in their sockets.
Reveals the color of the skull.
What's even more terrifying is that her mouth opened wide as she screamed. All the flesh and blood nearby seemed to have been burned away, leaving only empty bones and teeth.
Before I could scream, I felt suffocated and that mouth bit me.
"Do you think anyone else can save you? Don't think about it. You have to die today. Only if you die can others live."
She viciously bit my neck and insulted me. Although her tightly biting mouth did not move at all, the vicious and mean words came out from every corner of her heart and were thrust into her head and ears like a desperate attack.
Drill.
The whole head was buzzing with the resonant words, as if everything in the world, every drop of water, every breath of air, is looking forward to your death, looking forward to stepping on your body and living.
I don’t know why this female corpse has such a big hatred against me. It seems that I must be sacrificed alive, and no one else would be able to do it.
This urge to die is repeated over and over again, making people feel that seeking death seems to be a natural thing.
Under this magnificent brainwashing, I had the illusion that it would be good to just close my eyes obediently like this.
No, it can't be done!
My life was saved after I passed by the edge of death several times, so I became more and more unwilling to die in such an unclear way.
Moreover, there are still many things that I haven’t figured out the truth about, and I can’t let my father pass away in an unclear way. I still have a lot of responsibilities to bear, and I don’t have the qualifications to pass away easily.
Although I can't even bite my tongue to concentrate now, I still use all my strength to stare at the horrible female corpse, as if I want to see her facial features, even every hair and eyebrow.
It was printed so hard that it reached the depths of my bones.
Only in this way can I stay awake and not let the deafening curse take away my desire to live.
This damn Liu Yishou's movements are so harsh. If he doesn't wake me up, I will suffocate myself to death.