I saw the man I had been looking for in a hurry, and he appeared in front of me very suddenly, very unnaturally, and beside him, there was a group of people, the same group of soldiers in red scarves who had just walked past me, and they stood respectfully, yes, respectfully.

A man, standing face to face with him, neither of them actually spoke, just stared at each other, but I could feel that they must be communicating, the little master gave me a very unusual feeling, after all, half a day ago, I also saw him after taking a shower, his clothes were not ready for embarrassment, and he wanted to leave the group all the time, did not want to step into this whirlpool of cringe, hesitation.

I believe that there are many people in the door who feel the same way as me, I don't know why, my grandfather will push this young child to nineteen years old, into the position of this young master.

It is said that this is Cui Siye's last life.

Cui Siye is a legend of a generation, and everyone is convinced of this.

But speaking from the heart, I still think that Cui Siye may have pushed his grandson to the position of the master of the palm print, probably with a little selfish thoughts, which is also human nature.

Therefore, I have always been disdainful of this young man, and I think there are not a few people who feel this way like me, everyone is just forced by pressure, forced by door rules, forced to inherit, at least on the surface to show respect to him, but that's all.

But the scene in front of me made me fully understand, they are still communicating, like friends who have been separated for a long time, talking, reminiscing about the past, this is a very natural greeting, and then, I saw his eyes turn to me, he saw me, but in his gaze, there was a sense of oppression and fear that made my whole scalp tingle, rising from the depths of my heart, brewing and spreading.

I may never forget this kind of gaze for the rest of my life, and I think this moment will always be remembered in my memory, and it may occasionally reappear in my nightmares in the future.

I lowered my head, I didn't dare to continue this kind of staring, this is a kind of human instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm, and then, I heard footsteps, closer and closer, closer and closer, and my whole person became more and more flustered, more and more overwhelmed.

I instinctively wanted to escape, but this was an ancient tomb, an ancient tomb that was sealed, and where could I escape?

Finally, the footsteps stopped, and I took a deep breath, looking up with great horror, with the last bit of stubbornness that belonged to me.

When I saw the master, he was standing in front of me, looking at me calmly, with a slight curvature at the corner of his mouth, as if he was smiling.

"Master......"

I called out to him, his voice was very low, low like a mosquito, he stretched out his hand, put it on my face, his fingertips on my face, gently roamed, I could feel that he was not teasing me, he was just playing, playing with a toy that was kind of interesting to him.

The person in front of me is not a master, I can be sure, after all, a nineteen-year-old boy, no matter how much he changes, it is impossible for him to change so outrageously in an instant, but if he is not a master, who is he, is he a ghost, then what should I do, no, what can I do.

His fingertips had a cold touch, as if they could penetrate my skin, penetrate my bones, and reach my soul, and I felt a sense of dizziness, as if I had taken an overdose of psychotropic drugs, as if my own brain, one moment baking in the volcano, and the next moment in the snow of Antarctica, running without clothes, my consciousness began to flutter, constantly rising, spinning, and seemed to gradually begin to break free from the shackles of my body.

Then, he picked me up, I was like a person with a bad cold, my hands and feet were weak, I could only look at it half-open, I couldn't even speak, he was carrying me away, where was he going to take me, what was he going to do to me, I didn't know, I really didn't know.

Walking and walking, there were crowds on both sides, they were wearing yellow clothes, jumping in unison, and I, just sitting on the sedan chair, lying in his arms, reality and illusion, in my perception, completely mixed together, what is true and what is false?

I don't know how long it took to stop, and he carried me down, placing me on the cold blue bricks of the ancient tomb, and then, as if something had been opened, there was a screeching grinding sound and a puff of dust.

Then, I was picked up again, at this angle, I saw, what was just opened, it was a coffin, a scarlet coffin, slowly, I was put into the coffin, and the surroundings were gradually swallowed by darkness, I was like a drowning person, was constantly sinking, despair, completely enveloping my heart.

His face slowly blurred in my vision, after he sent me into the coffin, his hand began to slowly withdraw, I even saw him, standing by the coffin, making a "shhh" gesture to me, and then, he was laughing, laughing very happily, and I was constantly shouting and roaring in my heart, I was terrified of all this, terrified of all this, but I was really like a ghost pressing the bed, I could only see but not speak, and I couldn't even move.

"Bang!"

The lid of the coffin was closed, and I vaguely heard the sound of the coffin nails being re-nailed, and then, I heard footsteps, farther and farther away, farther and farther away, and after he nailed me to the coffin, he left alone, silently.

In this way, I was buried alive here, and for me, it was an ancient tomb within an ancient tomb, a prison within a cage, and of course a depression within a repression.

I can't imagine how far my whole person collapsed at that time, this sudden change, the unbelievable picture, the role change like a Sichuan opera changing face, I was messy.

But God didn't give me much time to think about it, because soon, I felt that I couldn't breathe, and the air in the coffin was almost sucked up by me.

I will not die of thirst, nor will I be suffocated, nor will I be scared to death, but I will be faced with being suffocated to death by just one of the above words, and in a more horrible way.

As the air became thinner and thinner, I seemed to hear the clock ticking in my ears, and my life was being emptied little by little, so that in the end, my consciousness gradually blurred, and I felt that I was dead, perhaps, this is what death feels like......