[Ji Kongmeng's Room]
On the other side of Chu Yiming's room was Ji Kongmeng.
After he finished washing up, he pretended to be going to rest when he suddenly heard an ethereal voice singing a ballad:
I carried the doll my mother had sewn on my back.
Standing under the locust tree,
The baby cried.
Shouting "Mother, Mother!" towards the red locust blossoms.
The shadows on the tree are laughing at it...
The sound came from afar, ethereal with a tremor, sometimes sounding like crying and sometimes like laughing.
When he cries, he is full of sorrow; when he laughs, he is sinister.
It eventually hovered around my ear, but I couldn't see a single person.
An ordinary child would probably have been terrified and cried long ago, but Ji Kongmeng wasn't scared.
Ghosts are not scary; it is the human heart that is scary.
He found the singer both pathetic and laughable.
How could someone who truly understands be afraid?
This song is not a horror story, but a sad one.
Hand-sewn dolls don't cry, so it's the child carrying the doll who cries.
The locust flower is white; it turns red because it was stained with blood.
The reason they call the locust blossoms "Mother" is because the blood that stains the locust blossoms red is their mother's.
The shadows on the tree are the murderers, because they are laughing.
Why are the shadows on the tree?
Because someone hoisted them up.
My mother is gone, that's why I'm crying;
He laughed because he had avenged his great enemy.
Ji Kongmeng sat upright, originally intending to cooperate with the people who came and obediently be arrested.
After all, he was the weakest among them, and it wouldn't be good if he accidentally revealed his strength.
But now he wants to play around with this person.
The enchanting voice had no effect; the female dealer chuckled twice and reluctantly revealed herself.
She remained the same as she had been in the gambling den, seemingly harmless.
She looks like a charming and pretty woman.
"Hehe~, little brother, I didn't expect you to be so brave. I like you even more now. How about coming with me?"
Ji Kongmeng's lips curled up, completely agreeing with her praise:
“I like myself, and my sister likes me, so why don’t we stay? I’ll definitely find the thickest locust tree for my sister and hang you on it so you can see me every day.”
The female dealer's smile froze on her face, and black smoke billowed from her body as she surrounded Ji Kongmeng.
I moved closer to him, looking down into his eyes, creating a strong sense of pressure.
"Oh? How are you going to hang it?"
Ji Kongmeng seemed completely unaffected, tilting her head back, her clear, doe-like eyes filled with innocence.
"I'm too weak, so I could only separate my sister piece by piece and hang her on the tree. My sister loves me so much, she surely wouldn't blame me, right?"
"If my sister blames me, then when we get up in the tree, I'll put her back together, okay?"
The female landlord is secretly a puppet enthusiast who likes to collect handsome little boys to make into dolls.
Just as Ji Kongmeng described, it was dismembered, then pieced back together and hung on a tree for enjoyment.
It's just a perverse sense of humor.
This was an extremely secretive matter; even within the gambling den, only Uncle Cai knew about it.
On the surface, she was the most harmless of the seven people in the gambling den.
Of course, it's also the weakest.
Because of her lack of talent and her restlessness, the effects of normal cultivation could not satisfy her.
Her eagerness for quick success led her down the path of unorthodox cultivation.
Even so, the path of unorthodox cultivation is not always smooth sailing.
It's really hard to help someone with such poor talent; if they want to cultivate, they have to contribute more life force than others.
It can be said that among the seven, the female dealer killed the most people.
She initially chose the little boy because her abilities were too weak, so she could only choose a child.
Then it became an interest.
The torture and murder of these boys, who were cherished by their families, brought her immense satisfaction.
Lost in the killing, she even forgot why she had come to this gambling den in the first place.
Comfort will eventually kill its followers.
That ballad, which tells of the deepest, most unforgettable hatred in her heart, has somehow taken on a different form.
The hatred gradually faded, leaving only the pleasure of bloodlust.
Today, Ji Kongmeng saw through him, and he was actually a little flustered.
Kill him!
He must be killed!
Only by killing him can the secret in my heart be kept from being revealed.
Ji Kongmeng felt the pressure exerted by the female estate owner.
Her eyes turned bloodshot, and bloodlust overwhelmed her reason.
Ji Kongmeng chuckled and muttered a few words. Suddenly, the black aura around the female estate owner disappeared, and she was enveloped by heavy curse seals, hanging in the air.
The female dealer struggled desperately for a few moments, but found she couldn't break free at all.
Furthermore, the cursed seal was still absorbing her cultivation.
Her face was filled with terror: "What's going on? You've only just entered the second stage, how could you trap me so easily?"
"You want to know? I'm not telling you. Go die with your doubts."
As soon as Ji Kongmeng finished speaking, the curse seal suddenly tightened, and the female farmer screamed in pain.
She was only at the mid-stage of the second tier, and was quickly drained of her energy, falling to the ground like a withered tree.
She frantically touched her aged face, only to realize with a start that this was her true appearance.
Without entering the gambling den, without the help of the sorcerer...
She looks like this now, old, weak, and helpless.
"No...how could this be...I'm going to kill you!"
The female dealer lunged forward with all her might, but couldn't even touch the hem of Ji Kongmeng's clothes.
He stopped giving female players the eye.
I don't intend to tell her exactly where she lost.
A person who has lost their true self is not worthy of knowing.
Hatred does not make a person strong.
Losing one's mind in hatred and attempting to achieve instant success through evil and crooked means is simply a joke.
If evil spirits and heretics were truly so benevolent, they would have long been revered as gods and Buddhas.
Doing business with them will never end well.
A person with a weak mind, even if burdened with deep-seated hatred, can only be a clown.
The opportunity to become a demon or a Buddha in a single thought is not something prepared for them.
Even if they were given the money, they wouldn't be able to accept it.
Ji Kongmeng was also very anxious when his cultivation was first destroyed.
He couldn't wait to make those who had bullied him pay the price.
It doesn't matter if I go completely insane.
But he was fortunate enough to meet the most important person in his life.
They rescued him from dire straits.
Trust him and cherish him.
Others admire his exceptional talent and cheer for him as he strives to climb higher, but despise him when he falls hard.
But that person would tell him he could slow down, and that even if he fell, someone would catch him.
He said it, and he did it.
Temporary forbearance in the face of hatred is not cowardice.
Instead, calm your mind and gradually become stronger.
Letting hatred dominate your mind, constantly shouting for violence, serves no purpose other than venting your anger.
One day, when I stand on the mountaintop...
Looking down the mountain, the rugged mountain road, the tumbled boulders, and the wild beasts in the forest—those things that mattered back then seem insignificant now.
We live for what we love.
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