I slowly climbed to the edge of the huge pit, and looked at the pitch black mass in the pit, and I wanted to jump, and it was over. No longer suffer from God's injustice, no longer be bullied and tortured by the world.

However, my instinct to survive told me that I couldn't jump!

Even though the sky has no eyes, but I can't give in, I still have my grandmother, she has accompanied the Li family for four generations, through a tragic life, she is my relative, and I am still looking forward to my return.

I suddenly remembered that before leaving, Mr. Xiao occupied the hexagram, which changed from "Huo Ze Xuan" to "Huo Tian Dayou". This trip, bad luck, everything is difficult to achieve, there is a sign that water and fire are incompatible. Presumably now. However, there is a surplus and a shortage, after this catastrophe, it will usher in a turning point, which is the hexagram of the "great existence", after the "great existence", the extremes of things will be reversed, the prosperity and decline, and once again fall into a dilemma.

If it is really as the hexagram says, can I still have a turnaround?

The instinct to survive taught me that being alive is more important than anything else.

As long as you live, the difficulties of fate are nothing, and there is hope when you live.

I gradually stepped back, leaning against the farthest corner of the pit, which should not be so hot.

But the loneliness and despair still made me want to stop, but at this time, I couldn't cry anymore, tears flowed down my cheeks, and I lay on the ground in pain, without crying.

In the black pit of the cage, huge dark red flames were spat out again and again, and I sweated again and again, felt the brief light again and again, and fell into the boundless darkness again and again.

I didn't panic anymore, staring at the pit, motionless.

The dark red flames seemed to erupt regularly, and the heat wave after wave gradually made me faint and fall asleep in the flickering light and darkness, cold and heat.

I don't know how long later, a voice sounded overhead, and the voice scolded, "Don't you eat? I can't starve you!"

I looked up and saw a faint light shining overhead, and it turned out that a very small skylight had opened at the dome, and a guy who didn't know whether it was a man or a ghost, through the skylight at the dome, tied a wooden plank with a rope, and brought in food.

After a sleep, I regained some of my spirits.

I slowly got up and walked towards the food. Glancing down at the food on the board, I was scared and took two steps back.

On the wooden board are two lunch boxes containing fried maggots. I couldn't believe my eyes, so I secretly took another look, and found that it was really maggots, and a wave of nausea poured out of my stomach.

The dome's thick voice urged, "Pick it up! Otherwise, they will fall to the ground."

Where I dare to reach out, it's too late to be disgusted.

As he spoke, the rope that bound the plank shook heavily, and the plates on the board swayed back and forth, and soon they were about to fall to the ground.

I don't care about this, if you want me to eat this, I won't eat it if I am killed, I will spill it, will I pick it up and eat it.

As the rope swayed, the lunch box became more and more unstable, and finally, the lunch box flew out sideways.

It was too late, but it was too fast, and a figure burst out of thin air, and the two lunch boxes in the air disappeared without a trace. All that was left was rope and a plank to swing in the air.

The dome made a mocking voice, "Wouldn't it be over if you catch it early?" As he spoke, he pulled up the rope and plank.

Through the dim light of the skylight of the dome, I fixed my eyes to see a beggar-like figure standing not far away, holding a lunch box in each hand, stretching his long neck, licking the maggots on the plate.

I got goosebumps all over my body.

This beggar-like man is the guy who has been meditating on his knees all the time, and he doesn't take care of me no matter how much he calls.

I suddenly felt a trace of inexplicable joy that this person finally woke up, and the feeling of loneliness and helplessness of loss disappeared in this moment.

But the appearance of him eating maggots is really unacceptable.

The beggar-like man devoured it, quickly finished a box, and looked at me, "Haven't you been hungry after crying for so long?"

By this time, the skylight of the dome had been closed, and it was pitch black in the cell, and I could barely make out where the man was, and I waved my hand at him, saying, "I'm not hungry."

The man laughed happily and said, "Since I am not hungry, I am not welcome."

Looking at his figure, it seems that he is eating another box of maggots.

Suddenly, a huge dark red flame erupted from the black pit, and by the light of the fire, I could see the whole picture of the man, about fifty years old, his face and body were scarred, and the scars that had long since healed stretched across his body. The clothes were so tattered that they could only cover half of the body, and the other half was exposed in the holes in the clothes. The man had a long beard, and like his hair, it was as fluffy as a pile of withered grass.

After eating the other box, the man threw the two lunch boxes into the black pit, and flew to my side like arrows, looked at me with a grin, and asked, "Can you see in the darkness?"

I nodded and said, "It's not very clear, I can see it generally."

The man scratched his head, looked around me, was silent for a while, and asked in a deep voice, "Where is my hometown?"

His gaze wandered over me, making me so unnatural that I paused, and said, "Nanjing."

The man asked impatiently, "Be specific!"

"Nanjing Baohua Mountain."

"What do you do?" The man couldn't wait to ask.

"I'm learning Feng Shui, and it's ...... You can't do it alone." I'm going to be at a loss.

"What did your ancestors do?"

"My ancestors ploughed the land at home."

The man sighed, waved his hand, and returned to where he was meditating. He let out a long sigh and fell asleep, looking very melancholy and lost.

I looked at the man and sighed melancholy, puzzled, this is really a strange cellmate, either he doesn't talk and meditates all the time, or he is not satisfied with his words and is in a mood like checking his household registration, but when someone speaks, I am very relieved. After thinking about it, he said, "My ancestors did feng shui, but the last few generations were very short-lived, and there was no formal trade, so they could only cultivate the land to make a living, and my father opened a hotel for a few years."

The man suddenly rolled over and got up, and in a flash came to me again, just as a burst of fire erupted from the pit, and the man gazed at me again by the light of the flames.

Suddenly asked, "Are you sweating?"

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