When I finally woke up, it was dusk the next day.

The door of the shop was wide open, and my face was full of cold tears.

It took me a long time to get rid of the emotions brought by the dream, and then I closed the store and went to the ice cellar.

I was disgusted with the emotions that dreams brought me, especially sadness.

Sadness is the most useless thing in the world.

Outside of dreams, even at the last second of my life, I don't allow myself to breed despair.

I want to stop experiencing helplessness and have no choice but to get stronger as soon as possible.

I've been resting for more than 10 days, and I shouldn't be in a state of unconsciousness anymore when I practice again.

In fact, I soon fell into a state of total consciousness again.

This time, by the time I realized it again, I had run outside the store and cowered in a garbage dump with a head full of shredded flesh, gnawing my left forearm until the bones were exposed.

Fortunately, it was dark and no one was there, so my appearance did not frighten passers-by.

The lonely ghosts in the vicinity were far away, and among the ruthless people I had seen before, there was no one who could be as ruthless as me, not only to others, but also to myself.

I stopped biting in time to make sure that the Emei thorn was still hanging on my middle finger, so I walked back to the store quickly, and then washed and changed my clothes to apply medicine to myself.

The dressing is painful, and the suturing wound is even more painful.

I could grit my teeth to keep myself from exhaling in pain, but I couldn't control the shaking of my hands, which made the wound I stitched for myself much uglier than the one I stitched for the little black snake.

After I stitched up the wound and bandaged it briefly, I began to think about the current situation.

Being in a state of madness without consciousness for a long time is undoubtedly a stumbling block on my path to improving my anger.

If I want to continue to improve my anger, I have to overcome the madness of being unconscious for a long time.

Just, how do I overcome it?

I'm not afraid of self-harm, I'm not afraid of running out again, but I don't want to kill myself without realizing it.

Is there any other way I can continue to improve my morale?

Perhaps, I will fall into a state of madness without consciousness for a long time, but in fact, I have reached the limit of my anger by using corpses to improve my qi.

After that, I could no longer use corpses to improve my temperament.

After thinking to no avail, I lay on the wicker chair and fell asleep, only to wake up to a knock on the door.

It was already dawn, and all the people who had come, except for the guests who had come to me first to exorcise evil spirits, had all the family members of those who had taken the pestilence scissors.

When I opened the door, they surrounded me and talked about my own situation.

It turned out that their family members, after I exorcised the evil spirits of the wife of the first guest who came to me to exorcise evil spirits, although there was no longer the strange appearance of shouting and convulsing and rolling their eyes, but without exception, they all appeared in a trance and did not think about tea and dinner.

They came because they didn't want their families to die in 7749 days, and they wanted me to save their families.

"As I said, I only know how to exorcise evil spirits and save lives when evil spirits come to the door, but I don't know how to exorcise evil spirits if they don't come. I pressed my temples down to get out of their encirclement and walked to the counter to stand still.

Their noise made me feel angry.

If I had not restrained myself, I would have killed them and silenced them forever.

I don't know when my murderous intent has become so heavy.

I don't care, though.

In fact, anger is the power of negative emotions such as dissatisfaction or resentment, and irritability, cruelty, and murder are also manifestations of anger.

In contrast to the person who is angry can be happy in itself, the person who is angry must be dissatisfied.

For anger, if I don't restrain myself, I will definitely become more and more irritable, cruel, and murderous.

And I'm constantly raising my temper.

"Lao Tzu, this is all retribution!" A man with five big and three rough suddenly burst into tears on the spot.

He's supposed to be a butcher, full of sinister spirit.

I looked at him, my eyes falling on the axe he had pinned to his waist.

The axe was probably soaked in the blood of the livestock, and both the back and the blade of the axe glowed red, and its evil aura surpassed that of the butcher himself a thousand times.

People with heavy evil spirits should fear even ghosts and gods, and weapons with heavy evil spirits are more helpful in driving away evil spirits.

"I'm afraid that after retribution, I will help you kill. "I suddenly thought about letting the Emei thorn drink the blood too.

"What?" the butcher's cry stopped abruptly, and after a short pause, although he stopped crying, tears kept flowing.

"In the future, I will help you kill, you can earn money without delay, and you don't have to kill again, and you can have more time to do more good deeds and accumulate yin virtue, maybe your family will not die early. "I didn't lie to him.

Doing good deeds and accumulating virtue can bring good fortune.

"Okay, good, good, that's it!" if the butcher grasped the straw, he immediately finalized my proposal, told me the exact address of his house, and made an appointment with me to be there tomorrow morning.

The rest of the people at the scene also asked me to guide them, and I told them that, like butchers, they had no other way but to do good deeds.

The crowd looked different and I went back to the wicker chair to continue resting.

When it was dark, there was a strong wind outside.

I was about to get up from the wicker chair to close the door of the store when a blind old man knocked on the door of the store with a wayfinding bamboo pole in his hand and stopped.

He stopped, standing like a benchmark, silent and expressionless.

Blind teacher?

I got up from the wicker chair instantly, but I didn't know how to say it for a moment.

He was wearing a plain white robe, and the wayfinding bamboo pole in his hand was made into a mourning stick.

The wind blew up his robes, making him even more emaciated.

"I'm dead in vain. He is also my biological son. My only child. When he finally spoke, the words that came out lightly made me clench my fists.

"I'm sorry. "I walked up to him and asked him to beat and scold him at will.

"I always know the longevity of the dying person in advance, but I don't know that my child will die so early. His lips twitched slightly, and he smiled wryly.

With that, I knelt down on my knees.

In the end, it was the calamity I brought about it.

As I knelt to the ground, he lifted my hand precisely and pulled me up.

He was grabbing at the wound on my left arm, almost crushing my bones alive.

He pulled me up, didn't let go immediately, didn't let go of the force.

It wasn't until I was in pain that my eyes blackened that he finally let go.

His palms are stained with my blood.

"If you are like this, it is better to die early. He wiped his palms on the bamboo pole, and the corners of his lips curled sarcastically.

"I will no longer let you pay for my son's life, I will let you continue to live. ”

"Letting you continue to live is the greatest punishment for you. ”

"In this life and this life, you will be lonely and helpless, you will have nowhere to go, and you will never fall into the quagmire of love. Eternal fall, cage. ”

"What do you mean?" my guilt suddenly halved.

The death of his son was indeed the calamity I caused, but it was not me.

He's still alive, apparently he hasn't figured out the real murderer.

As a blind master, he can find the underworld shop to find me, even if he has not tried to calculate the real murderer, he should know that the real murderer is not me.

He didn't have the courage to go to the real murderer to find revenge, but he was embarrassed for my little me.

I can understand that he is willing to take on the burden, willing to let him vent his pain of losing his son by beating and scolding, but he doesn't have to curse so viciously.

He didn't say anything more, turned and left.

He had barely taken a few steps when a withered hand suddenly reached out from the ground and grabbed him by the ankle and dragged him quickly to the ground.

At the critical moment, I didn't care about the knot and hurriedly threw myself on the ground to rescue him, but I only had time to put my hands under his armpits, and most of his body was already submerged in the ground.

I was able to hold his armpits, and suddenly I felt light.

Most of his body, which had been submerged in the ground, was disconnected from the rest of his body.

Blood gushed from his broken wound, and he laughed again.

"Wonderful, wonderful, ......sure enough," he shouted as he laughed, his voice stopped abruptly, and he lowered his head and said no more.

My ankle was also grabbed by someone at this time.

I didn't have time to look back, and immediately urged the qi to form a spell with the mantra, but my whole body couldn't move.

My urging did not allow me to be let go.

I was then forced to keep my arms outstretched and face down, and I was quickly dragged off the street and towards the mass grave.