A few years ago, Qingzhou.

The fire had been burning for several hours, and at first you could hear the wails of your family and people, but now you can only hear the crackling of the burning wood.

A wooden beam smashed into Mu Zi's back, crushing her under a cloud of rubble. She was unconscious in her lower body, and the pain from the tear in her back forced her to stay awake.

Those people are gone, and they haven't even checked to see if they're alive.

Mu Zi had been expecting someone to come to their rescue, their house was not far from the homes of other uncles and uncles, such a big movement, someone should hear it. It's a pity that those people seem to be deaf and didn't hear the earth-shattering shouts just now. She wanted to shout for help, but she couldn't speak.

The fire grew louder and louder, and gradually, the hot tongue of fire was able to lick her.

"Ah......" Mu Zi moaned in a low voice. Moaning, she couldn't scream even when her skin was burned. The face went from pain to numbness, and the oil under the skin was burned and burst.

The beams of the house also began to burn, and the burning pain in the back began to spread throughout the body.

Mu Zi was desperate, even if she was rescued now, this person's appearance of not being a ghost or a ghost no longer gave her the desire to live.

God couldn't stand it anymore, there was a muffled thunderstorm, and the rain was pouring down.

The flames on her body were extinguished by the rain, and she could no longer bear the pain and passed out.

When I woke up again—in pain, to be exact. The pain in the left side of her face and back left her in hell.

She was lying on a dirty bed, her left eye unable to open, and her right eye was blurry. She tried to sit up, but she didn't have the strength at all.

"You're awake." An indifferent voice came, and she looked in that direction, and there seemed to be a person dressed in moon-white clothes sitting there. The man walked towards him, and he had an unusually handsome face.

He stared coldly at Twilight, the veins on his forehead flaring up.

"I ask you," the man said, "who made you like this?"

Mu Zi felt a burst of gratitude in his heart, although he didn't know this person, he was able to save himself, just like the grace of recreation.

It's a pity that Mu Zi didn't know who their enemy was, so she could only shake her head with all her might.

The man suddenly crouched down, grabbed her by the hair, forced her neck to tilt up, stared at her with blood-red eyes, and roared loudly, "Who the hell?! This face is not like this! Obviously not like this! I've been looking for you for ten years! Why did it become like this?! Why! Who the hell is it?!"

Mu Zi couldn't understand what he was saying, she was very afraid, what did this person mean? Why did you suddenly burst out?

The man suddenly hugged her head, and the wound from her clothes hurt from her clothes, and the man hugged her so hard that he wept bitterly.

This man is a madman, right?

Suddenly, the man pushed Mu Zi away again, and roared uncontrollably: "No! You're not! You're not!"

When the man hugged her just now, the flesh and clothes stuck together, and as the man pushed her head away, a large piece of necrotic flesh was ripped off along with the clothes.

"Ahh Mu Zi cried out heartbreakingly, tears mixed with blood flowing out.

In the dilapidated hut, the man's nervous roar and Mu Zi's scream blended together, echoing in the wilderness for a long time.

…

In the days that followed, the man had been "taking care" of Mu Zi. The so-called care is just to help her change her dressing and feed her, and the actions are extremely rough. Sometimes men will get angry for no reason, and will pull Mu Zi's hair and beat and scold. At such times, Mu Zi had no other way but to cry.

Before this incident, she was Qingzhou Huayueying, a well-known beauty in the rivers and lakes, and the threshold of her family was about to be trampled by people who asked for marriage. But when he was slaughtered, there was no one to help. Those members of their own family who seemed close to her on weekdays threw her in the rubble, watching her being burned to an inhuman shape.

The day after she woke up, the man didn't know where to find a mirror. He placed the mirror in front of Mu Zi's window and forced her to look at her now.

The pain of the flesh to her while

Words are nothing new, but the mental torture made her crazy for a while. Especially every time she sees someone in the mirror, she breaks down and yells.

How did it come to this? What did you do wrong? What did Daddy and Mom do wrong?

Mu Zi couldn't figure it out.

As for who this man who suddenly appeared, Mu Zi couldn't figure it out, and she didn't dare to ask.

Mu Zi endured humiliation and pain, but he didn't know how long he would have to endure it. The clothes on his body have long been torn by the man, and only the lower half of his body has been covered with a torn blanket in the past few days. Every time he helped her apply the ointment, the man just sprinkled the ointment on her back indiscriminately, and then rubbed it a few times with his palm. It only made her pain worse.

Smearing medicine every day is an ordeal for Mu Zi.

"You're in pain?" After applying the medicine, the man sat down in front of her and asked coldly.

Mu Zi looked up at him vigorously, with tears in the corners of her eyes, and she asked desperately, "What the hell are you...... Are you trying to save me?"

"Save you?" The man laughed, "Why should I save you? Do you deserve my help?!"

This sentence made the moody man angry again, and he pulled Mu Zi's hair again, put the mirror in front of her, and roared, "Look at you! What the hell has become?! Do you deserve to be saved by me?! Are you worthy?!"

Mu Zi cried again, every time he cried, he felt useless, like a waste, and there was nothing he could do but cry.

Looking at Mu Zi, who closed his eyes tightly and burst into tears, the man suddenly stopped the rough movements in his hands. He helped Mu Zi wipe his tears in a panic, and said to himself, "I'm sorry...... I'm sorry...... I didn't mean to......"

Such moodiness made Mu Zi even more scared and cried more aggrieved.

The man became more and more flustered, and even cried: "I'm sorry! Don't cry! What else do you want from me? I can't help it! I can't control myself! I know! I know! You see how good that is!"

The man ran to the side, and when he returned, he had a dagger in his hand.

He placed the blade on the left side of his face, and with a fanatical expression on his face, "Do you think this is good?"

As he spoke, the tip of the knife stabbed him, and he peeled off half of his face.

This terrifying scene once again destroyed Mu Zi's heart, and she screamed madly. The man was laughing maniacally as he tore at his face.

After that, Mu Zi suddenly stopped wailing, and the whole person became a walking corpse from that day on. She eats whatever a man gives her, and she wears whatever she wears. There will be no pain, and there will be no more waves in the soul.

The man took her to many places and killed many people. For half a year, Mu Zi didn't say a word. She seems to be out of the sky, no longer in this world. Men will humiliate her, beat and scold her, and when she is in a good mood, they will buy her beautiful clothes and rouge gouache, but they will not violate her. Mu Zi seems to represent something for men. Mu Zi never asked, and the man never said.

Until one day, Mu Zi suddenly said to the man, "I'm leaving."

The man looked up at her and asked expressionlessly, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to get revenge."

"Are you okay?"

The man's martial arts were very good, Mu Zi knew that she was not an opponent, she smiled at the man and said, "You're afraid of me dying, right?"

This sentence seemed to shock the man, and he really let her go like this.

Then, it was rumored in the rivers and lakes that the former Qingzhou Huayue Shadow was not dead. She was disfigured, became silent, walked alone, and rarely had contact with people. Those who participated in the massacre of the Mu family in Qingzhou died one by one, but no one knew who did it, and the methods were cruel and appalling.

The half of the face in the mirror, as well as the scene of the man peeling off the skin, once again broke into Mu Zi's sleep.

It's been years now, and every once in a while she's going to do it. I don't know when it started, the tragic death of the father and mother will no longer appear in the dream, and the man's obedient smile will still appear.

Mu Zi opened his eyes and stared blankly at the roof.

These years have not been like a nightmare, a nightmare that will never wake up. She knew very well in her heart that killing her grandfather was just to find a goal for herself to live, and after the last time they met, she had no hatred. But she didn't want to die, and she didn't want to make herself comfortable. In fact, the wound that hurts every year has already found a cure, and in order to make myself feel alive and still feel the pain, there is no treatment and I don't die.

Mu Zi also thought about it, and set the goal of surviving: to kill the donkey.

She didn't dare, she was scared, annoyed, and disgusted, this neurotic and moody man. There are many opportunities to start, and every time you kick the door, you will choose to give up.

Mu Zi hates himself like this, but then again, is it possible for him to get better now?

If you choose to live there last time in Asaran Valley, will your life be better in the future? Grandpa definitely wouldn't care what she did after joining Nightfeather Kozuku.

Although he had such thoughts in his heart, Mu Zi had already beaten himself into the dust and could never be transcended.

…

On the roof outside Mu Zi's room, two figures sat upright. One is rickety, and the other has a straight back.

"Hey, hey," the rickety man said with a rusty iron scraping voice, "What does this little baby have to do with you?" Why do you care so much?"

The duck smiled, and the scarred face looked unusually eerie, "She is my beloved, my enemy, and the one who will be entangled with me for the rest of my life."

"I'm not interested in knowing your past, but I like you kid, old man...... The world is like purgatory, why pretend to be a righteous gentleman? Ghosts are the living creatures of this world. You kid, you're more like a ghost than I am."

"She's not like it," whispered the donkey, "and that annoys me, why not?" Or is it ...... Do you have to pretend to be a person?"

"Hahaha," the vulture laughed dryly, piercing the night sky, "Boy, what you're saying is like a person."