He and his family were as cold and disgusting. Because of my family, I hadn't seen outsiders for a long time, but they seemed to have thought that my home was their home. They were unscrupulous and not only scolded and insulted me, but also insulted my family in front of me.
I have never been so angry. Maybe all the emotions from childhood to adulthood have been contributed to the moment of death, and my emotions have always been very stable.
I almost forgot how I walked out of that door. I actually didn't hear anything Li Si said. I returned to my room.
I know exactly what Li Si wants to do. He wants to kill someone with a borrowed knife, so I will help him.
I don’t know why I have such ability. Maybe He wanted to see. The silk wrapped around the people in that room, and then they became like my family members.
All of this was in accordance with Li Si's wishes, but how could anyone be so foolish? What did we rely on to become rich? It was fate, which was already the simplest thing.
Because of that thing, my family became like that; because we invited the legendary immortal, the people from the Li and Zhang families also became like that, so this is not just my credit, I don’t have that much ability.
Maybe because I was constantly being punished, my changes were the slowest. That day, I discovered that apart from my family, there was no living person in such a huge mansion.
Someone broke into our house and killed everyone. I hid in the dark and watched them crawl up step by step and hang themselves on the hanging silk curtain.
At that time, I knew that all the wealth, laughter, anger and foolishness in the world were just a dream. I was already dead, died in that fire. All that was left was my alienated body and a soul.
My body was completely out of control and absorbed everyone in my family, so my original form became a huge mycelium ball. I thought it was ugly, so I dug a hole underground and used myself as the foundation.
After that, I made some more repairs and turned the sebum and other things of those annoying people, that is, the people from the Li and Zhang families, into candles. As for the bones, alas, there were still too few, so I only made a bed, which was the one that Xiaobu lay on, and then I made all their souls into threads.
I don't know their final goal, but I don't want to see them succeed in the end, so I can only be one step ahead of them and finish what I want to do.
As for Zhang Fusheng, I later learned that when he was resurrected, his soul was long gone, and everything after him was Him.
When he left, he also left me something. I swallowed it long ago, turning it into the source of my strength, allowing me to support everything here. So in other words, Zhang San might be every breath of air you breathe, or every inch of land you step on? Anyway, I'm not sure.
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