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The past belongs to Death, and the future belongs to you.

After successfully usurping my life, my destiny was firmly in my own hands. Although I was riddled with bad luck and my face was covered in blood, I felt a long-lost sense of relief.

It’s hard to describe, it’s like breaking through some kind of boundary and suddenly seeing a wider world.

I agreed to the conditions of the underworld show and wiped out the entire Sanyin Sect, including the Jiang family with its secular roots, leaving no one behind.

Murder must be paid with life. In this legal society, it is almost impossible to commit large-scale crimes without being discovered. Fortunately, there is no time limit for the underworld show. I am happy to pretend to be confused. But it really can't be done. After getting rid of the culprit, I will It took more than ten years.

The top priority right now is to get rid of the poison in the body and regulate the body. It is already October 31st, and in two days there will be a new live broadcast. With my physical condition, it is difficult to perform normally.

"I can only use points to avoid one live broadcast." I checked my points balance. The damaged Shura mask was a gift from the underworld show. Now I have more than fifty points left.

"I hope I can take good care of myself before all these old points are spent." In fact, I still have a concern in my mind. If I don't broadcast for a long time, it will also have a huge impact on the popularity of my live broadcast room, and the audience will continue to disappear.

"That's it, just take it one step at a time. As long as you are alive, there is still hope." I retracted my thoughts and prepared to leave. The interviewer did not stop me. He lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

When I walked to the door, many thoughts flashed through my mind. I suddenly stopped, turned around and asked, "Are you three the same person?"

What happened was so sudden that the interviewer didn't expect it. He paused unnaturally, and then a deep voice came from under the paper mask: "I don't know what you are talking about."

"But I already got the answer I wanted." I chuckled and left quickly. Just now I had been watching the interviewer with critical eyes. Although he was wearing a paper mask, I couldn't see his specific expression. But that sudden look of confusion reflected many problems, and I might have guessed the truth!

During the first interview, there were three examiners sitting at the table. They were almost the same body shape. The only difference was that the paper masks on their faces were different from old to new.

When I came here for the second time, the old lady once gave me a reminder to appear as a person's childhood, youth, middle age, and old age. It told me very tactfully that the same person at different ages has different appearances.

The most critical piece of evidence is that when Luxing destroyed the dam, after he gathered the eight-character gods to activate Jiangcheng's Millennium Feng Shui Bureau, I vaguely saw a man wearing a paper mask underground in Jiangcheng. He was being chained by several chains. With.

Based on the above, I have a conjecture that the three interviewers are actually the same person.

I was not sure about this guess, only 30% sure, so when I was leaving the house, I suddenly asked a question, hoping to judge the correct answer through the interviewer's reaction.

Facts have proved that my guess may be correct, because the interviewer's reaction was a bit strange and did not match his own temperament.

I didn't dare to say anything more and left quickly. This secret was just the tip of the iceberg for the entire underworld show, but it was also a great progress.

"If the three interviewers are the same person, then why did he do this? Apart from the interviewer and the anchor, is there anyone else in the show?" My heart was filled with countless questions, and I didn't know how I left room 444.

"It's estimated to be around one o'clock in the morning now. If the Sanyin Sect hasn't left yet and is waiting outside, wouldn't I just throw myself into a trap by running out like this? I'd better wait until dawn." I looked at my phone. There seemed to be something wrong with the battery. Can't open at all.

"It's really unlucky." I touched the wall and walked out. There was no one alive on the road without lights. To be safe, I planned to find a dilapidated house to spend the night.

"No. 443, No. 442..." Passing by the door of these dilapidated old houses, most of their doors were closed, and occasionally a few had their doors open. But when I looked inside, I always felt that there was something inside. With my understanding of Dangerous intuition, that should be something more terrifying than ghosts.

It wasn't until I reached the first intersection of the alley that I saw a faint light.

The faint light was particularly warm in the lightless alley, and I couldn't help but walk over.

This is a department store. The rolling shutter door is closed, and light leaks from under the door crack.

"I seem to have been here before." Knocking lightly on the rolling shutter door, the sound of chairs moving was heard in the room, and someone left the chair.

Not long after, the rolling shutter door rose half a meter high, and I heard the urging voice of an old man.

"come on in!"

I bent down and got into the department store. The rolling shutter door quickly closed again. I looked around by the weak light of the candlelight in the room.

Paper houses, wreaths, shrouds, and all kinds of department stores were placed all over the house, without even a place to put a foot down.

"You really don't know how to write the word "death" after making such a big fuss." The owner of the department store looked at me expressionlessly and threw the half-drawn paper man into the corner, "You can sit down wherever you want."

"Thank you, old man." The old man in front of me is the paper maker who lent me the black umbrella before. As the saying goes, once makes a friend twice, I don't know his name yet, but I can feel the warmth from him. bona fide.

Without being polite to the old man, I found a mazar and sat down.

"Give me your hand." The old man took my hand and felt my pulse like a Chinese medicine doctor. He muttered something in a low voice, and his face became more and more ugly: "Just now, someone was making a noise at the entrance of the alley, and it turns out that person was you. ah?"

"Old sir, can you tell these things when you check your pulse?"

"It's not easy for you to talk to me when you are about to die." The papermaker helped me to the back room, lifted up the sheets, and threw the bed board on the ground: "Lie down, and I will help you temporarily seal off the fever. "

"Thank you, how can I repay you?" The papermaker helped me at this time, which is equivalent to saving my life. This is a great favor and must be repaid.

"I'm just helping you seal the chiropractic virus to prevent it from spreading again. It's a simple effort and I don't need to repay you." The old man put out a wooden box from the back room, which contained a set of tools for traditional Chinese medicine.

"How can that be possible?" I struggled to get up and wanted to explain it clearly to the papermaker, but he took out a silver needle and stuck it directly on the top of my head. I didn't know which acupuncture point it hit. I just felt soft all over. It doesn't take any effort.

"Lie down peacefully. As long as you don't appear in front of me in the future, this is the best reward for me. I don't want to have anything to do with the life usurper." The old man moved quickly, moving needles with both hands like two silver dragons. Soaring up and down.

At first I could still feel the pain, and then it gradually became numb. In the end, not only did I not feel any discomfort at all, I even felt relaxed all over, as if I had taken off a tight garment.

After the papermaker pulled out all the silver needles, I exhaled and moved my hands and feet: "Oh my god, your old man's medical skills are really amazing."

"I haven't completely removed the aphrodisiac in your body, and a large part of it is still sealed in your left arm." The papermaker put the silver needles one by one on the candle flame and burned them, and he could clearly see the black lines constantly forming in the silver needles. Emerged: "It's difficult to completely get rid of chitoxin. Of course, you can also just cut off the left arm."

"I will definitely repay the old man's kindness in the future..."

"Don't talk. I'm not familiar with you. When you go out, don't say you know me, let alone tell others that I helped you." The papermaker looked like he was avoiding trouble: "Stand up and try, see if you can Leave? If you can leave, leave here quickly. It’s best not to come back again.”

I saw that the old man really didn't want to get involved with me, so I got up in a hurry, and my physical condition was indeed much better.

"Thank you, old sir." I solemnly handed over to the papermaker.

"Let's go quickly. It's my fault for being so troublesome. If I didn't lend you that black umbrella, you probably wouldn't..." His voice became weaker and weaker, and finally he drove me out impatiently.

"My temper is really weird." I sat on the stone steps in front of the department store. The old man didn't seem to be completely unkind, because the candles in the room had not been extinguished, and warm light shone from under the door.

Leaning against the door, I felt as if I had slept for a long time. When I opened my eyes again, it was already dawn.