I didn't make it to my destination and was dragged to death until I woke up to a mass grave.

In the pitch black, a few wild dogs had gathered around me and were preparing to eat.

I lay on my stomach on the ground, and I was a bloody man.

The Emei thorn that was originally on my middle finger is gone.

I immediately got up, and the wild dogs scattered.

I almost fell down when I got up, and every cell in my body was in pain.

I steadied myself and limped in the direction of the overwhelmed weeds nearby, looking for my Emei thorn first.

The wild dogs followed me from afar, only to wait for me to fall down again and then rush up.

Wherever I passed, the raven flapped its wings.

The lonely ghosts on the mass graves, quietly watching the wild dogs compete with me.

I walked very slowly, staining red weeds all the way.

When I finally found the Emei thorn at the edge of the mass grave, I put my middle finger on it as soon as possible, and then turned to look at the wild dogs that were following me.

The wild dogs fled with their tails between their legs, and I continued to limp back to the shop.

When I returned to the shop, there were dried blood stains outside the shop, and the upper part of the blind master's body was gone.

When I entered, I closed the door before I went to wash.

My face was disfigured and barely intact, and my hands were even more miserable.

Even though I was wearing a thick one, my knees were worn out, and my knees were covered with weeds and dirt.

I had multiple bruises on the front of my body, and the wounds on my arms had long since been cracked.

Fortunately, it was all skin trauma.

After washing, I treated the wound first, and then went upstairs to lie on the bed and try to stretch my body.

I was so painful that I couldn't think, so I stayed up with my eyes open until the time I had agreed with the butcher, and then slowly put on my clothes, shoes, socks, mask, and gloves.

After I took the Emei thorn again, I left the underworld shop and went to the butcher's house.

Butchers kill cattle.

When he killed oxen, he used to beat his head with the back of an axe and break it down with the blade of the axe.

When I arrived at his house, he hesitated to ask me for the wound on my face that could not be covered by the mask, first found me an apron to put on, and then took me to the cowshed in the backyard.

There was only one old cow in the barn, which was undoubtedly about to be slaughtered.

The butcher stopped outside the barn, and I walked past him towards the old cow.

As I approached, the old cow mooed and shed tears, but did not move.

I walked up to the old cow and raised my left hand to cover its eyes, my right hand bent my fingers and grasped the Emei thorn tightly, first cut off half of its neck, and then opened my hand to scatter the Emei thorn, using the strength of my wrist and the plucking of my fingers, using the other end of the Emei thorn to cut off the other half of its neck.

Although I divided the killing of the cow into two steps, I did it in one go, and the whole process took no more than two seconds, so I did not let the old cow suffer too much.

The old cow's head fell to the ground with a bang, and his body fell to the ground.

"What do you want me to do next?" I asked the butcher as I looked at the old cow's carcass.

"First, peel the skin first. The butcher's voice trembled slightly.

I then bent down, first peeled the cowhide with the Emei thorn, and then dismembered the old cow's carcass step by step according to the butcher's request.

When I finished dismembering, I straightened up again, and I felt the world spinning.

"I'll come back tomorrow morning. If you have a temporary killing, feel free to come to the store and look for me. "I hurriedly held on to the cow trough to get rid of the dizziness, then took off my apron and said goodbye to the butcher who was busy loading the beef onto the cart.

"Good. However, you don't look good, do you need me to send you?" the butcher paused to ask for my opinion.

"No, I don't. "I'm leaving.

When I forced my way back to the shop, I fell to the ground as soon as I stepped through the door.

I struggled to close the door, ripped off my mask and gloves, and rolled over and lay on my back on the ground to gather strength.

I waited until I had more strength, put my mask back on, changed my blood-stained gloves, and went to the small clinic in town to buy a lot of analgesics.

On the way back, I bought a rocking chair and asked the owner to help me deliver it to the store.

I took a double dose of analgesics with little effect.

The rocking chair replaced the rattan chair, and I was finally able to stretch out when I lay down.

I lay down in my rocking chair and soon fell into a deep sleep, and by the time I woke up it was almost the time I had agreed with the butcher.

I slowly went to the kitchen to fill my stomach, redressed the wound, and then went to the butcher's house.

After that, until my injuries were almost healed, I insisted on going to the butcher's house every day to help him kill the cows.

The rest of my time, except for eating, drinking, and lazing, I basically lay in a rocking chair to recuperate.

The wounds on my face and hands healed first, but the wounds on my arms and knees went through repeated suppuration and suppuration.

I was tormented by the excessive discomfort of my body.

I have very short hours of waking hours each day.

Even when I'm sober, all I think about is whether I'll make it until tomorrow.

Day after day, when my injuries were almost healed, I had not forgotten that the blind master had been there, but I had no interest in studying everything at that time.

As for who killed Lao Dao and dragged me to a mass grave, too much time has passed to be investigated, and there is no need to investigate again.

There is no love and hate for no reason in this world, but there is hurt and being hurt for no reason.

The human heart is unpredictable, and so is the ghost heart.

It's just that someone suddenly wants to hurt you completely because of their own reasons, and you happen to be unable to resist, so you can only passively suffer the damage.

At this point, it is the last day of the countdown to the seventy-seven and forty-nine days due to the plague spirit.

At dusk, the town was in mourning.

Except for the wife of the guest who first came to me to exorcise evil spirits, all the people in the town, including the butcher's wife, who had taken the pestilence scissors, died.

When the existing funeral supplies in the store were sold out and still not enough, I contacted the supplier on a public phone to urgently replenish the goods.

By the time the busyness came to an end, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

I closed the door and started to rest, just after midnight, there were ghost customers in the store.

So I went to the counter and lit the kerosene lamp, which had not been lit for a long time, and let the ghost customers choose their own goods.

After that, until five o'clock in the morning, the ghost customers in the store did not stop.

Is this the so-called 'business that I have to stay in the shop' has officially started tonight?

I received ghost guests who came and went, and I didn't ask or say much.

It's hard for fresh ghost visitors to know what I'm looking for.

Even if I knew who the one who had imprisoned me back to the Immortal Shop, I wouldn't be able to fight it at the moment.

The one who imprisoned me back to the shop may be watching me, but if I ask more, I will be in a hurry to find a punishment.

After five o'clock in the morning, no more ghosts came.

I stayed at the counter until it was time to go to the butcher's house, turned off the kerosene lamp and left the shop.

Poverty can make people sad and dare not stop making a living easily, and the butcher did not mention that he was going to suspend his business when he went to buy funeral goods yesterday.

I came out of the shop and glanced up at the doorframe.

The charm on the door frame is gone.

When I arrived at the butcher's house again, he was holding a vigil for his wife.

"Is there any way I can get the retribution for my murder only on myself? Is it that if I die, the evil I have committed will not be retributed to my children?"

"Nope. If you die, your children will most likely starve to death. "I'm not interested in comforting him, I only care about him alive before I can kill the cow.

"And I, continue to live?" he grieved even more.

"Yes, keep alive. As long as you live, there is hope and possibility. The second half of my sentence is also to myself.