Shen Qiang said: "Okay, thank you for being willing to care about the truth of my death, thank you for being willing to guess my mystery, thank you for being willing to listen to my story, no matter what reason you are willing to do these things, I sincerely thank you."

My grandmother has indeed been practicing evil arts for a long time, and I don't know how many years she has been practicing and when she started practicing, anyway, she has been practicing for a long time since I can remember, and her cultivation has encountered a bottleneck, and there has been no way to break through.

For the sake of practice, her temper became very irritable, although everything was normal in front of people, and even everyone in the village didn't notice anything wrong with her, but she was often angry at home, and would beat and scold everyone in the family.

During that time, I felt that home was the scariest place in the world, and I was afraid to go back to that home every day after school.

But strange to say, during that time, although my grandmother was a normal old lady in front of outsiders, and even very kind, no one in our family ever went to the door, and our family didn't seem to have any relatives, and during that time, I was also used to our yard not outsiders coming in and out.

So one day when I came home from school, I found a strange man coming to my grandmother, I was very surprised and curious, when that person was talking to my grandmother in the house behind closed doors, I was very curious, I wanted to go and listen to what they were talking about.

As a result, my mother blocked me back, but the strange thing is that after my mother scolded me back to the house, she secretly ran out of the window to eavesdrop, and then for a few days, I felt that my mother had been restless, I asked her what was wrong, and she didn't tell me, but once when I accidentally left my textbooks at home, when she went to school to give me textbooks, she secretly lay in my ear and told me, let me study hard, strive to leave this house in the future, go as far as possible, and never come back.

I didn't understand what my mother meant by these words, but a few days after that, my mother died, and she died all of a sudden, healthy and painless.

I cried so sadly, I clung to the coffin, and refused to leave at night, and they had no choice but to let me spend the night in the mourning shed, and at night, after the uncle who was with me fell asleep, I quietly opened the coffin, and I wanted to see my mother one last time.

As a result, I saw my mother's eyes wide open, covered in blood, and her body had been cut through countless cuts, and she could not see her eyes when she died, and my mother did not die normally, she was killed by someone.

I was about to call when my father appeared, pulled me straight from the coffin, and quickly closed the coffin.

I told my father everything I saw, but my father said that I was blinded, that I missed my mother too much to accept the reality of her death, so I hallucinated, and brainwashed me over and over again, telling me that my mother died of a heart attack, and that I secretly opened the coffin, and I couldn't tell anyone.

At that time, I was young, and I really believed my father's words, but less than a month later, my father also died, also without illness and pain, and died suddenly, and my grandmother also said that she had a heart attack, and she cried very sadly.

The night my father died, I dreamed of him, and in the dream he was also covered in blood, and his body was cut through countless cuts, and he seemed to have something to say to me, but before he could speak, I was woken up by my grandmother, who said that it seemed to be a nightmare to look at me, so she quickly woke me up.

I told my grandmother that I was fine, that nothing had happened, and then I hurried back to sleep, hoping that in my dream my father would continue to say what he had not said, but he never appeared in my dream again.

Until I was crucified later, for so many years, I never dreamed of my parents again, and they all said that they dreamed day and night, but no matter how much I missed them, there was no way to dream of them, until I became a ghost, and I realized that they had long been gone, and there was no trace of them in this world.

After the death of my parents, my grandmother became my only relative, of course, I also became my grandma's only relative, our family never seemed to have any relatives, during that time, grandma treated me well, I don't know if she lost her son and daughter-in-law, so she began to cherish her grandson extraordinarily, or because she overcame the bottleneck of practice, so her temper became better than before.

My grades in school have always been very good, after junior high school, according to my grandmother's wishes, I went to the county teacher, although I wanted to go to high school at that time, but I thought that I had no parents anymore, and my grandmother was old, so I agreed to go to the county teacher.

After I graduated, I was originally assigned to a primary school in the county town, but my grandmother cried and made trouble at the leader, and insisted that I go back to our village to teach, and also told a lot of great truths that should not forget my roots, and later I agreed.

As a result, after I started teaching in elementary school, my grandmother's true purpose was revealed, it turned out that the bottleneck she encountered in practicing did not really overcome, but the man who went to our house that day taught her a trick and let her skip that paragraph temporarily, but the missing part must be made up, otherwise it will be wasted, and the year I started teaching is the deadline for her to make up for the missing skills.

If, in that year, she still couldn't find the sacrifices she needed to practice, then her decades of cultivation would be ruined, and she would become an ordinary old woman.

The sacrifices she needed for her cultivation were the souls of her loved ones, or the seven seven forty-nine children under the age of ten.

My grandmother gave me two choices, one was that she would kill me and take my soul, and the other was that I would find forty-nine children for her from school.

She also said that I am her grandson after all, she definitely doesn't want me to die, otherwise she wouldn't have waited so many years, if she wanted to kill me, then she would have killed me a long time ago, my parents are dead, and she doesn't want to lose me again.

I asked her what was going on with my parents' deaths, and whether it had anything to do with her practice, and she generously admitted it, and also scolded my parents for being useless, they were all weak souls, and they were also waste when they were stripped out, and they were useless at all, and then they could only scatter those two useless souls.

I refused to choose either of the two paths she gave me, and then she took matters into her own hands, tricking some children into our house in my name, and then imprisoning them for her to practice.

I was going to leave, but listening to the miserable cries of the children at night, I knew that I couldn't go, I had to save them, so I took advantage of my grandmother's inattention and quietly sent a few out, because they had been marked by my grandmother, and if they continued in the village, my grandmother could control their movements, and they would still return to our house on their own, so I had to send them out of the village.

I don't know if these children have a bad life, or if my life is bad, I have been going to school all those years and don't know much about the outside world, after those children were sent out of the village, I entrusted them to a very kind aunt to help take care of them, and I was going to find an opportunity to tell the children's parents again, but the seemingly kind aunt turned out to be a human trafficker and sold all the children I dragged her to take care of.

When I found out about this, I was really devastated, I didn't even know what I was doing, so later they accused me of child trafficking, and I didn't defend myself, I confessed to all the charges, and I felt that being shot was really a relief.

As a result, my grandmother thought of me again because she couldn't get the children she needed to practice, I didn't escape from prison and returned to the village, I was just a scholar, and I didn't have the ability to escape from prison, so someone directly took me out of prison and sent me back to the village. ”

"Who brought you out of prison? How could he have the right to bring prisoners out at will? Luo Ming suddenly interjected.

Shen Qiang smiled and said, "You are willing to listen to my story just so that I can help you identify this person, right?" I knew you wouldn't listen to me just for curiosity. ”