With the faint perception of my eyesight, I looked around the cell, which was topped by an oval dome, about two meters high, and the walls around it were as flat as white paper, with no gaps or mechanisms in sight. This trap door may only be triggered from the outside.

This place is very similar to an underground palace, except that in the center of the oval is not a coffin, but a huge black shadow.

I crept closer to the huge black shadow, only to realize that it was actually a deep pit.

At this moment, a huge dark red flame erupted from the pit, and I couldn't dodge, and the smell of burnt mush from my hair and eyebrows scattered, and I was immediately startled, and sat down on the ground, hurriedly using my hands and feet together, and kept retreating.

The dark red flame lasted only a second before it went out.

Just for this second, the whole cell was like a steamer, and I was sweating and soaking wet. Take off the large-brimmed hat and use it as a fan, fanning the wind constantly. Even so, I still felt that it was difficult to breathe, and the scorching fire was so hot that I was about to suffocate.

By the light of the flames for a moment, the whole cell was transparent, and I could see a figure sitting in the corner of the wall opposite.

The figure meditated cross-legged, and when the giant flame rose, it did not move. I don't know if it's a human or a ghost, it's something that is unrecognizable? Or is it an animal?

Now I feel on the verge of schizophrenia, and in just one day, I have seen more strange things than in this life. I kept asking myself, did I really suffocate in the coffin of the Yuantong Ancient Temple? Have I come to Hades, and now I am in Hell?

I can't give myself an accurate answer either.

Through visual perception in the darkness, I slowly approached the figure.

The figure did not raise his head, and remained in a meditative posture, I don't know if he was alive or dead.

I looked at the figure closely, and the ragged clothes looked like a tattered coarse cloth, with burnt marks and tearing marks. Her shaggy hair was like straw, dirty and knotted. The dirty face, the hands and cheeks, in the pitch black, were completely invisible. Barefoot, as if out of the mud.

The appearance of this beggar was thought to be foul, but I did not smell it, but I could smell the faint fragrance of sandalwood.

I looked up and down, and it was clearly a person, with his face intact and his eyes slightly closed. In the silence of darkness, I could hear his slight breathing, apparently a living man.

But the man remained motionless, as if he were asleep.

I took the initiative to say hello, "Hello."

The man did not respond, nor did he move.

I reached out and nudged the man, and said, "Hello."

Still no response.

At this moment, another huge flame rushed out of the huge crater in it. The huge heat wave set off, and the cage turned into a steamer again, and I was short of breath, and my whole body was oozing sweat, and my clothes, which had not yet dried in the shade, were soaked with sweat again. I picked up my big-brimmed hat and fanned myself without stopping.

It's just that the person in front of him still hasn't moved. I saw that there were also beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, flowing down his cheeks and then to the ground, but this man was indifferent.

I fanned him twice and left him alone.

I leaned against a corner and sat on the ground, watching the darkness and oppression in the cave, and there was no movement in all directions. Loneliness and fear came flooding over. When I ran away, I had lost my phone, and it was impossible to tell if it was day or night.

I can't help but think of Xiao Hong, our childhood sweethearts, and the two have no guesses. If I really die, Xiao Hong will find someone else. If I hadn't died, now I would be trapped in this kind of place, in prison, and it would be the end of my rope, Xiao Hong wouldn't have to wait for me anymore.

I think of Xiao Shanbo, who has been teaching for seven years, although he is not commensurate with master and apprentice, but he is like father and son.

I think of my grandmother, who suffered so much and pulled my father up, and before my father could fulfill his filial piety, he died. He raised me again, and now in the twilight of my life, I have not fulfilled my filial piety, and I am already in a desperate situation.

I thought of Zhang Chengshan, as a senior brother, he accepted me, did not treat me as a plague god like his classmates, pulled back the despair I felt from school little by little, and let me see hope again.

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but cry.

Am I really going to die like this? I have never repaid these people. Since then, after I practiced feng shui, I also met some people who had supported and helped me, such as Zhang Wujizi, Luoyangzi's father, and Xu Blind, all of whom treated me well.

I'm still very young, and I'm in the prime of my life.

I also have a piece of jade, Lin Kong asked that it was Xuanhuangyu, "Xuanhuang breaks the seal, and all laws are controlled", which has the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth. Now that the mountains are exhausted, what is the use of this piece of jade.

I was born different, and I couldn't be exposed to the sun. So no matter the four seasons, wrapped tightly in clothes, wearing brimmed hats, from childhood to adulthood, being pointed at by others, and being coldly looked at and ridiculed. When I got to high school, because of an accident, I was ostracized by my teachers and classmates, and I was forced to have no books to read and dropped out of school at home.

Isn't that tragic enough?

What kind of suffering does Heaven want me to go through?

I think of a poem that Xiao Hong loves: The world is a big dream, how cool is life?

The more I cried, the more I felt wronged, and I even started to cry and couldn't cry. Tears slid down her cheeks to the ground.

Then, with another "sudden", the huge flames in the pit erupted again, and the steamer-like heat wave churned again, and I was indifferent. Looking at the hot flames, there was an idea of jumping in.

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