I later learned that there was a reason why I was doing this, and that reason was that I wanted to get out.

I don't want to be like those ghosts, thinking about how to die every day, there is only one thing I want, and that is to escape from this ghost place.

For this reason, I deliberately tried all kinds of methods that I could try, such as preserving the yin energy.

But none of this is useful, and the most desperate thing about the sacrifice is that the core of the sacrifice is actually thoughtful.

Or rather, this is the core of a living person.

The core can sense all of our thoughts, so it will have all sorts of countermeasures.

What's more, the core has an extremely strong philosophy.

It will dedicate all its time and energy to seal the terrifying existence below.

But I don't want to, what I don't understand is why you put me through this inhuman torture when it's your idea.

I have forgotten everything now, I have forgotten who my family is, I have forgotten the faces of my parents, I have forgotten where I came from.

But the only thing I have not forgotten is when the long nail penetrated my head directly into my lower body during the sacrifice.

It's a strange feeling, and at first I don't feel anything, or I don't react to anything.

But when I reacted, I realized that my whole body seemed to be transparent.

Although the pain was still very intense, this irresistible transparency stuck in my mind forever.

I had an idea that after I went out, I wanted to find a few living people to try this feeling.

I'm not trying to kill someone, I'm just wondering what happens when someone is tortured like this.

Are you, like me, still interested in this feeling of transparency?

Finally, my life was given a chance.

After an unknown amount of time, a group of people dug through the large array.

I was ecstatic, and when the light shone on my door, I realized that this was the light I remembered.

I ran out in a hurry, and along the way, the ghosts who were already desperate even thought that it was a hallucination.

They are so desperate that they don't even know what these two words are.

But I didn't despair, I ran out at the last moment of the big array of self-healing.

As I ran out, I heard some kind of beastly roar.

I know, that's the anger at the heart of the Great Array.

The core wants me to go back, because without me, the big array will soon collapse.

When the time comes, these town ghosts will also die, the great array will also collapse, and the 'things' that have been sealed inside for a long time will also be released.

The core wants to draw me in with the lofty idea and the fact that the ghosts are my friends and wants me to go back.

But it misses one point.

I've never had any lofty ideas, and those ghosts are my friends? It's a fart.

I've never had any friends.

Moreover, everyone in this world can suffer, but I can't.

I don't care if it's a peerless ghost or a terrifying corpse, I just know that I managed to escape from that ghost place, and I can't go back again in my life.

And just like that, I left that place.

On the first night I went out, I met a child.

Maybe it's because my yin qi has been absorbed so much, and at this moment I can actually transform into a form without being seen.

I followed the child to his house, and the next day there were three more dead people in the village.

Their bodies were like nails, and an extremely long iron rod passed through the top of their heads, and nailed the family of three to the ground.

Their blood flowed down the iron rod and down into the river.

While everyone in the village was watching, I went to the river and took a sip of the reddish blood from the river.

It's so sweet.

After another seven days, I left the village.

There are no more living people in this village that I can make a living sacrifice, and I have to find more.

Later, in the process of making sacrifices, I was satisfied, but then I developed a greater emptiness.

That's how I'm always dissatisfied, and these people are the expressions I make after the sacrifice.

It seems that they can only feel the pain and then die.

No one will actively feel the transparency of being pierced by an iron rod.

No one will appreciate it.

Here's my rating. It was also because I later expanded the number of sacrifices I made, and I was noticed by the higher authorities and the underworld.

And just like that, I went to hell for the first time.

In fact, those Huangquan postmen couldn't beat me at all, I just thought that the living might not be able to meet the kind of transparency in my heart, so I was caught in hell on my own initiative.

In Hell, I continued to make my 'transparency', but this time I used a ghost.

But what I didn't expect was that the effect of using the ghost was surprisingly good.

It's even so good that I think it's the most wonderful state in the world.

After being pierced by an iron rod, he looked at his intestines and internal organs that kept flowing out, revealing a satisfied expression.

That's what I'm looking for.

Later, I had a new pursuit, which was to make all the ghosts look like this.

So I started to make it all the way through hell, and the ghosts I made into life sacrifices also enjoyed following me, and seemed to think that I was their boss.

But I don't want to be the boss at all, all I want is to make everything I see in front of me like that.

In this way, I worked all the way until I met those awesome ghosts that I couldn't beat.

I can't beat them, but they can't beat me either.

They said that the places before were my territory, but the rest of the places were their territory. Let me not cross the line.

Naturally, I understood what they were saying, so I stopped making it.

But the emptiness in my heart made it impossible for me to calm down, and in this way, I came to the world through a wonderful elevator.

I didn't want to be arrested again, so I decided to keep a low profile.

At the very least, don't be noticed by the higher authorities and the underworld.

But I didn't expect that in the years I went to hell, the underworld and the whole world have been managed in an orderly manner, and every place is full of Yellow Spring postmen.

In desperation, I had to temporarily stop making the sacrifice.

Until I met the Puritans.

They seemed to be very interested in me, and they told me that there was a way to make a space that no one could come into, and that space would provide me with ghosts every day to make a life sacrifice.