I respectfully handed him a pair of bowls and chopsticks, stood aside and said, "If the half-immortal likes it, I will cook mutton for you every day."

He snorted and said without comment, "This beast was too greedy, so you got it. From now on, if you see a black goat again, it won't do you any harm to walk around a little bit."

I nodded in agreement, but I didn't take it seriously. No matter how scary an animal is, it's just an animal. How can it possibly be able to fight against a human?

The half-immortal stopped talking and began to swallow the mutton in big mouthfuls.

The thick mutton bone entered his mouth, making a "pop, pop, pop, pop" sound, and he swallowed it in two or three times.

He is so old, and his teeth...are so good?

Banxian finished all the mutton, picked up the aluminum pot, and drank all the soup without leaving any trace for me.

He sighed, patted his round belly, put the aluminum pot beside the kang, took out a toothpick from his cuff, and picked his teeth.

His movements are natural, his expression is soft, and he is in a good mood.

He ate most of the sheep! Including a whole sheep head!

"I know why you came to me," said the old half-immortal god Zai: "The thing that is haunting you is not a ghost. It is called the Dream-Eating Tapir. It transforms into a red-clothed ghost every day and enters your dreams.

It's not you, but the emotions in your dream, especially your fear.

The more scared you are, the happier it will eat.

If you don't dream, it will never appear again..."

I told the half-immortal about the nightmare I had last night and asked him what happened to my father's soul.

Unexpectedly, he sneered, and his eyes behind the white membrane rolled around, showing an expression that was half a smile but not a smile: "Boy, it's the new century. We have to believe in science. When a person dies, he is dead. How can there be a soul?

Woolen cloth?"

I was stunned. I never expected that such words would come from the mouth of a well-known semi-immortal.

I pointed to the emerald green beads on my neck: "Then what is this?"

The half-immortal frowned slightly: "You may have forgotten that I am blind."

He doesn't want to help me!

My parents passed away, my childhood sweetheart disappeared, the black goat at home was weird, countless people in the village said that the evil spirits were still in me, and there was also Huang Jiaxian who was hiding somewhere and was ready to give me a fatal blow at any time.

I have experienced all the twists and turns, strange and terrifying events.

Finally, the half-immortal who once saved me told me that there are no souls in the world?!

So what does my experience mean? What does my parents’ death with eyes open mean?

I was so furious that I couldn't accept it. I grabbed the collar of Banxian's clothes and said angrily: "Okay! Since you are blind, I won't make it difficult for you and spit out the mutton I just sent!"

As I said that, I raised my fist as if to punch him.

Unexpectedly, he burst out laughing, and the crisscross scars on his face were piled up together, like worms, coming to life with the movements of his muscles.

I said harshly: "Why are you laughing?"

"I'm just kidding you, young man, why are you so impatient? I should not have saved your life eight years ago.

How many lonely ghosts were unable to get in and came to me to make flower fertilizer."

He raised his hand and pointed to the green radish on the window sill, and saw that at the root of the green radish were several bones of different sizes!

He continued: "And that weasel, cunning and treacherous, will surely retaliate. Do you think it is easy to deal with it? If I hadn't hidden your aura with the soul-suppressing beads, do you think you would still be alive today?"

I let go of my hand and fell silent.

I clenched my fists, not knowing what to say.

The half-immortal straightened the clothes on his chest, smoothing all the wrinkles with his old hands, and his eyes behind the white film revealed a hint of ill-intention:

"Boy, do you know why I was willing to save you eight years ago?"

He didn't seem to care about my reply and said to himself: "Because your parents gave me the most precious thing they have, twenty years of life for each person..."

I was startled at first, and then my eyes turned red with endless sorrow and sadness. I looked straight at him: "I don't want you to save me! Give my parents back!"

The half-immortal clicked his tongue: "If this happens, you will definitely die..."

"I'm not afraid of death!"

"What about Gong Yiyu?"

"..."

"If you die, no one will really be able to find her. Alas! It's so pitiful to think about it. A young girl who is not yet eighteen years old will not be seen alive or dead..."

At this point, he seemed to have remembered something happy, and showed an ugly smile: "On one side are parents, on the other side are women, how would you choose?"

I just felt like I had walked into a deep, dark tunnel, with no end in sight and no direction.

The monsters above the tunnel are waiting to eat my flesh, and the ghosts in the corners of the tunnel are waiting to eat my soul.

I can only move forward and forward again, there is no retreat at all.

I know that the more times this happens, the less I can panic or be intimidated by him.

He asked me this kind of question because he just wanted to see my expression of pain and see me kneeling on the ground in tangle and begging him.

I can't let him get what he wants!

I raised my head, my eyes flashing with cold light: "I have no choice, and you have no choice. If you lose the longevity of my parents, you will probably die before me!"

His expression changed, obviously he didn't expect me to see through him.

But soon, he returned to his careless expression, as if the surprise just now was just my misunderstanding.

He clapped his hands, "hehe" and laughed: "Smart."

But I refused to let him go: "My parents gave you forty years of life in exchange for my life. It was a deal. But if you just took away the life, why did you have to pull out my parents' tongue and teeth?"

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The white film in his eyes thinned for a moment, and the dark pupils showed a strange shape, irregular, not like pupils, but like ink dripping in water.

He sat upright with a serious look on his face, and the scars on his face trembled slightly: "Is there anything weird about your parents when they died?"

"You took their lives, why are you still asking me?!"

The half-immortal frowned slightly: "Yangshou is a transaction, and after the transaction, you should end your life, and it will never be a sudden death. I'm afraid there is something hidden in it. I'm afraid that your parents still have a long life, but they have suffered something bad."

My heart thumped, and I knew what he said made sense, so I said:

"My father's facial features have become enlarged, his mouth is wide open, his eyes are round, and his orifices are bleeding; my mother is similar, but her eyes are closed..."

"Cremated?"

"What?"

The half-immortal shouted loudly: "I ask you, have you cremated them?!!"

"When the police came to apply for household registration for the whole village, they happened to be working outside, and they didn't go to apply for household registration when they came back from work..."

"Without a household registration, they can't issue a death certificate, which means they were buried with corpses?!"

The half-immortal suddenly got off the kang, stood on the ground with bare feet, grabbed my arm and said:
Chapter completed!