The smile on his face froze, his eyes were hurt and struggling, and then he lowered his eyes and was silent for a long time.

I waited quietly, and my mind was unwavering.

His visible sadness made the little girl at the front desk who didn't know what we were talking about sympathetic, and it made me feel more and more heartless.

I don't deserve or disdain to have the love in the world, and I can live a simple and comfortable life without a heart.

The human heart is the most unreliable thing in the world, especially love.

My grandfather once mentioned to me that husband and wife were supposed to fly separately from the same forest bird, and I almost laughed out loud at the time, feeling that the ancients were honest and did not deceive me.

Over the past 10 years, my grandfather has often taught me a lot of truths.

Even if I didn't elevate my self-blackening of anger, his teachings alone could gradually teach me to be an existence with a hard heart that knew no mercy and no love.

I don't think there's anything wrong with his teachings.

Reality is cruel, and without a heart, you can naturally avoid many troubles and injuries.

It's just that if you don't have a heart, will your life be too boring?

"It's me who is abrupt. I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused you. You're not yet seventeen years old, and you don't know what love is. I am willing to wait for you in the future, but I will never entangle. I won't stop you if you want to go, and you can contact me anytime you need anything in the future. He looked up at me at this time, and his smile could not hide the bitterness.

He then dialed my phone number and asked me to save his number for later.

My thoughts were interrupted.

After I had saved his number in time, he got up from his seat and asked me if I needed him to take Lowe and me to the airport or the station.

"No, I don't. I also got up from my seat.

"Good. Then have a nice trip. He then shook my hand across the coffee table, and then walked briskly out of the hotel door and drove away.

He left in such a hurry that the sentence I wanted to say didn't have to wait for me, and before I could say it, I was forced to have a stalk in my throat.

He chose not to be entangled, and he also chose to continue to live a peaceful life.

If he chooses to continue pestering, whether it is to prevent me from leaving, to hurt me, or to kill me, Grandpa will not give up.

As he drove away, Lowe walked over to me with his luggage.

I retracted my gaze and Luo went to the front desk to check out, and the little girl at the front desk treated me a little badly.

I didn't care, and after checking out, I was still ready to part ways with Luo.

In order to save me the time I wasted on the road, Luo found me the sedan chair and the sedan chair when we left the deep mountains and old forests again, and also taught me the method of commanding the sedan chair driver.

Each shadow corpse was still wrapped in strips of white cloth all over its body, only its eyes were still exposed, but the strips of white cloth were already stained with dirt.

As I got into the sedan chair, Luo and I rushed to the address on the list in two separate ways.

I sat in a white sedan chair, looking at the dark night scenery along the way through the sedan curtains lifted by the wind from time to time, as if I was a little lonely.

The feeling of loneliness was strange and familiar to me.

I haven't felt this way in years.

I still vividly remember the scene of curled up on a wicker chair on a dark and rainy day, overwhelmed by the boundless loneliness to the point of despair, and I couldn't find an exit when I wanted to cry.

I haven't forgotten that I once thought about folding ingots seriously in order to relieve loneliness, until it was dark and folded until I ran out of tin foil, and then studied the paper in the store.

Loneliness, how can I have this emotion again?

Some people say that loneliness is when you look back and the road you have walked will always be walked by yourself, it is that you can only face it alone when you encounter difficulties, and when you are sad, you can only cry alone in the corner.

I'm not the only one anymore, and now that I'm accompanied by my grandfather, how can I still be lonely?

I hate it.

I then discarded superfluous distractions and took out the Emei thorn to play with.

The two Emei thorns were glowing red, and their evil aura had already surpassed the butcher's axe by ten thousand times.

In order to cover the evil spirit of the Emei thorn, it is more conducive to me to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, and my grandfather has recreated a coat for the Emei thorn.

The coat is black and soft and smooth, I haven't studied the material before, it can hide the evil aura of the Emei thorn at all.

I took a closer look at its material, it was about snakeskin or python skin, but there was not a trace of snakeskin and python skin.

I couldn't get the results of my research, so I gave up, and then I took the Emei thorn and began to improve my internal strength.

My destination is in the mountains of Yunnan.

It was still dark when I arrived.

I got off the sedan near my destination, waved off the sedan drivers, and then approached my destination.

I was halfway through the walk when a children's song suddenly sounded behind me.

Red umbrella umbrella, white pole pole, and lie down together after eating.

Lie on the board, sleep in the coffin, and then bury the mountain together.

Buried in the mountains, crying and shouting, relatives and friends came to eat.

Dinner, there is an umbrella, and the whole village lies down together.

The sudden weird nursery rhyme made me stop and turn around to look back.

Behind me, the scene had changed.

Many children in white filial piety clothes held mourning sticks in their hands, sang weird nursery rhymes, and jumped around dozens of black coffins side by side.

The children all had a pure smile on their faces, and the adults who fell to their knees were full of sadness.

The adults wept and prostrated their heads, their mouths firmly stitched together with fine red silk threads.

Is the mouth firmly stitched together by the fine red silk threads of the stitches?

This familiar formula made me raise my eyebrows slightly.

I urged the anger in time, raised the palm of the array, instantly formed it in the palm of the hand, and then waved the palm and threw it.

The array suddenly expanded, and the scene after the change was immediately slapped on the ground, and the children and adults in my sight were scattered, and there were dozens of coffins left.

The rest of the coffin was rushing down the ground towards me.

It's not a speed I can win, and it's not a speed I can carry.

I didn't have time to find a favorable terrain to dodge, so I quickly ran to the nearest tall tree and stepped on the trunk of the tree and headed up.

The coffin then turned around and crashed into the tall tree.

The tall tree snapped and I fell to the lid of the coffin.

The lid of the coffin suddenly slipped open, and it was empty.

If I fall, I will just enter the coffin.

I was in a hurry, and the moment I fell above the coffin, I pushed my palm out, and staggered my body away from the coffin with the force that bounced back from the bottom of the coffin.

I landed on the ground and quickly ran again, running as far as my eye could see, and I could barely squeeze into the gap between two large rocks standing side by side.

The lid of the coffin that had slipped open closed the moment my feet hit the ground, and the coffin chased after me, breaking countless tall and low trees along the way.

The resistance from the tall trees slowed the coffin slightly.

I threw my backpack and squeezed into the gap in the boulder, and the coffin had hit the boulder.

The violent collision made my ears ring, and my throat was fishy.

The coffin failed to break the boulder at one time, and then fell back about a meter and hit it again.

In fact, the boulder was already full of cracks, and it couldn't withstand the second impact, so I was forced to hold the Emei thorn and rush out of place when the coffin hit it for the second time.

It's not that I didn't think about recalling the Shadowcasters to help me leave, but I didn't have time to recall the Shadowcasters.

One minute, enough coffin to slap me into a pulp, and enough coffin to imprison me in the museum.

As I rushed out of place, the coffin immediately chased after me again.

This time, I tried to find a place with many trees to escape, and the sound of trees breaking followed me like a shadow.

I had no other way to save myself than gritting my teeth and running wildly.

When I broke the first tall tree in the coffin and found that the coffin was empty, I had a heart-to-heart and rushed to the rescue, as long as I held on until she came, there should be a turnaround.

In fact, I didn't make it to the scene at all, and the coffin stood abruptly and sped up.

Less than a minute after the coffin was sped up, I was shoveled into the museum, and the lid of the coffin was immediately slammed shut.

The coffin then fell to the ground and rolled again.

I was dizzy and dizzy in the coffin, my nose was blue and my face was swollen, and I was anxious to pierce the coffin wall with my Emei thorn.

The coffin stopped and tumbled.

Black blood oozed from the place where the coffin wall was stabbed by Emei's thorn, and the bottom of the coffin began to tremble.

A terrible scream rang out in an instant, piercing my eardrums and causing me to spurt blood.

I then pulled out the Emei thorn from the coffin wall and tried to use it again to open the lid.

As I moved, the place where I was stabbed by the Emei thorn began to spray thick black blood again.

It can be said that in the blink of an eye, the coffin has been filled with black blood.

I soaked in black blood and tried to keep my eyes open, and my hands kept moving, stabbing the coffin lid with Emei thorns.

It's just that no matter how much I use the Emei thorn and then stab the coffin lid or the coffin wall or the bottom of the coffin, I can't pierce the coffin lid even if I hit the coffin lid with my palm.

I urged my anger to form a formation, but it still didn't help.

As the suffocation intensified, my consciousness drifted away, and I was forced to listen to the incessant screams, watching the walls of the pavilion squeeze against me, and watching the lid of the coffin shoot straight at me.

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