As I quickly turned around and looked back, I saw that it was a human being and not a human being.

He had gray hair and looked like an old man, but only a few deep wrinkles on his forehead.

He wore black cloth shoes and a black purple robe and horse coat, and his cheeks were abnormally bloody, as if he had been coated with two pieces of unwiped rouge.

There were almost no whites of his eyes, and his eyeballs were unusually black, not even a single star, and he was full of ghosts.

There were two shadows under his eyes, and his pale skin was faintly blue.

He was extremely thin, and wore a robe and a riding coat, like a piece of cloth crossed from a branch.

He sat at the coffee table in the room with a blank face, staring straight at me with dark eyes.

I could see him clearly, and there was a knock at the door.

I trembled and followed the prestige.

He withdrew his gaze from me, got up from the coffee table, walked to the door, and opened the door.

"Master, I'm here to pick you up. Outside the door was a strange man carrying a food box, his face full of respect and unconcealed anxiety.

"Wear shoes. Come with me. He nodded expressionlessly, then turned to look at me again.

His tone was devoid of any emotion.

He spoke very incorrectly, and he didn't even open his mouth before he made a sound, and his mouth was still opening and closing.

I hesitated and chose to do as he was told, and quickly sat up from the bed and began to look for shoes.

When I saw the shoes under the bed, I was momentarily stunned.

It was a pair of beautiful little red leather shoes, something I had dreamed of but only other children had the opportunity to have.

As I put on my shoes, he led me out of the hotel with the strange man.

Outside, the moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and a car has been parked in front of the hotel.

The strange man took a few quick steps to open the back door of the car, and when he took me to the back of the car, he put the food box at his feet.

Sitting with him up close, I could clearly feel that his body was constantly exuding a cold aura.

Next, the strange man was in charge of driving, and he handed me the food box and silently motioned for me to open the food box and eat.

I was so hungry that I silently took the food box and began to fill my stomach.

While I was filling my stomach, he took the initiative to mention his surname Gu in an emotionless tone, mentioning that he had saved me.

It has always been the strong who are respected, and the weak only deserve to live in the mire and be as cheap as ants.

Since he saved me, he naturally hopes that I can develop in a good direction.

Therefore, during my drowning coma, he set up a formation for me to go through inhuman training in the illusion, aiming to promote me to get the greatest improvement in the shortest possible time, both physically and mentally.

I drowned and fell asleep for three days and two nights.

His non-lip service was not convincing to me.

I don't believe he has the power to save me.

After all, the food box that is not heavy already seems very heavy to him, and when he carries the food box, it looks like a jack pendant on a tree branch.

However, his mention of the illusion made my mood lighter a lot.

So, I didn't really kill my mom.

But actually, I don't even believe in the illusion theory.

If it's just an illusion and the illusion is just for training, then why is something in my body ready to move at the end, and it gradually has the potential to break out at any time?

If it weren't for the final appearance of the little monk, I would have exploded and died, right?

In short, I don't even doubt whether he is human, so naturally it is impossible to believe his words.

Anyway, according to my plan, as long as I can find a chance to slip away, I will not linger under his nose for a second longer.

I listened in silence to his instructions and continued to remain silent.

The car drove me and him all the way to a large house facing south.

The big house is located in the mountains, and the lights are bright.

Five or six well-dressed adult men were waiting anxiously outside the gate, one of them carrying a bulging bag.

For his arrival, they hurriedly greeted him.

"All the things I want?" he looked at me and confirmed as I took my bag.

"It's ready. Perhaps too nervous, the men replied in unison.

He didn't say anything more, let the men give the answers, looked at each other in embarrassment, and led me straight to push the door into the house.

The house is very large, with a courtyard in the house and a well in the courtyard.

The patio is the trend of the four rivers returning to the church, gathering wealth and energy.

In front of the front hall, there is a winding fish pond, which is a bureau where the water enters the Ming Hall, and the official fortune is prosperous.

"This bureau pays attention to the balance of yin and yang in the north and south of the east plateau, but the west side is an outlet, and the southwest corner is still cramped and obscure, and the yin qi is obviously not a situation of two balances. He explained to me as he went.

I had the heart to ask him why his master didn't block the air outlet, but in the end I chose to remain silent.

He led me eventually into a courtyard in the southwest corner.

The courtyard was very desolate and cold, except for the half-man-high barren grass and a dead old tree, the windows of each house were rotten, the window paper had long been broken, and the wind whimpered and wept.

As soon as I entered the hospital, I shivered with cold, and I followed him even closer to him.

He's mad, and the yard is even more creepy.

When he entered the hospital, he went straight into one of the rooms.

In addition to the piles of miscellaneous items, there is also a bed and two low cabinets against the wall.

When he entered the house, he asked me to remove both chests first.

The floor, blocked by the low cabinet, then appeared.

In one of them, there are three copper nails nailed with yellow symbols, pointing to the three directions of southwest, northeast, and northwest respectively.

In another place, there are stone slabs that form four narrow slits in the ground.

The moment he asked me to pry open the stone slab with the shovel in my bag, countless screams and wails, ranging from grumbling to mournful, poured out of the ground like a monstrous wave.

I was suddenly struck in the chest as if I had been struck in the chest by a thousand forces, and my body was knocked into place, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

As I landed in the weeds outside the door, there was a sudden silence around me.

I clutched my chest and sat up from the ground, a square hole appeared in front of me.

The shape of the hole is exactly the same as the one I pried open before.

The cave is buried with loess, and an iron chain can be faintly seen emerging from the loess, and the iron chain is moving in a circle.

I hurriedly shrank back on the spot with my hands and feet, and the dead old tree in the courtyard broke suddenly, and the trunk crossed behind me to block my retreat.

Is this the meaning of death if you retreat?

I hesitated, and chose to sweep away the loess in the cave with my hands.

Under the loess, there are small grinding discs and large stone platforms with yellow charms.

Two intricate runes are engraved on the grinding disc, one end of the iron chain is tied to the center of the stone platform under the grinding disc, and the other end is buckled to the crossbar.

Every inch of the grinding disc rotates, the crossbar rotates one minute, as if an invisible person is locked next to the empty grinding disc, constantly pushing the mill day and night.

I could see the grinding disc clearly, and thin hands suddenly reached out from the ground, grabbed my ankles, and pulled me into the ground.

In the blink of an eye, I was the one who was grinding in the dark, with chains on my wrists and ankles.

The grinding disc was extremely heavy and I had to push it with all my might.

When I tried to break free of the chain or move slowly, I felt like I had to get through the stitches.

I was forced to grind for about a lap when someone suddenly pressed against my back, and at the same time, the top of my foot propped up my heel and I had to move forward on tiptoe.