Qiu Jinse hesitated for a moment before she slowly said, "I was an orphan since I was young.
I grew up in an orphanage. I've never seen my parents, and I don't know if they're still alive or why they abandoned me. "
As she spoke, Qiu Jinse hugged her knees with her hands and rested her sharp chin on her knees.
The moonlit desert was chilly, especially in the underground ancient city, where there were stone walls everywhere. Zhuo Bufan raised her head and saw Qiu Jinse's pretty face filled with sadness. She couldn't help but feel pity for her. She casually pinched a fireball and placed it in front of her.
The fireball was like a cluster of flowers, emitting a warm glow that reflected on her beautiful face.
Even under the red light, her eyes were glistening with tears.
"When I was in the orphanage, I don't know why, but the children my age liked to bully me. They tore my clothes and poured cold water on me. I slowly grew up in that dark childhood. Until one year, the director brought me to meet his relative."
"Do you know? I've never worn a new dress before. For a girl who loves to look good, how does it feel to not have beautiful new clothes? The director's relative had a girl who was about my age, so the director's relative gave me a few pieces of the girl's clothes. "
At this point, Qiu Jinse suddenly sobbed and used the back of her hand to wipe away the warm tears.
"You don't know how happy I was at that time. It was a white princess dress with lace edges. But when I was wearing that dress, the original owner of the dress stood at the door and looked at me. I suddenly blushed. I can never forget the look in her eyes. It was disdain, disgust, and even pity …"
"From then on, I swore that I couldn't be poor anymore. I must be rich."
Zhuo Bufan finally stopped what she was doing. She put the half-finished stone beside her feet and looked up at her with a pair of starry eyes. "So, you followed Qiu Sihai?"
"He came to the orphanage to take in children. At that time, there were ten girls. He taught us the four arts, poetry, etiquette, and … how to dress a man … Then he asked us to work for him. My best friend Lingzhi helped him deal with a big boss from the north. In the end, she was caught, gang-raped, and thrown down from a building. She died."
"Don't you hate him?"
"Hate, but not hate at the same time. If it wasn't for him, I would still be in the orphanage, looking at the children outside the wall covered in roses. They have parents, cars, beautiful clothes, and toys, but I am like a maggot living in a puddle of stinky mud …"
After that, Qiu Jinse's eyes turned red. She bent down on her knees and sobbed.
"Lucky people are mostly the same. Unlucky people have their own misfortunes." Zhuo Bufan frowned and sighed softly. She said solemnly,
"If the sky is always dark, then live in the dark. If it is dangerous to make a sound, then stay silent. If you feel that you can't shine, then curl up in the corner.
But don't defend the darkness just because you are used to it. Don't be proud of your own survival. Don't mock those who are braver than you. We can be as lowly as dust, but we can't be as twisted as maggots. "
Qiu Jinse's delicate body trembled slightly. She blinked her long eyelashes and looked at Zhuo Bufan in a daze.
It was hard for her to imagine that Zhuo Bufan would say something like that at his age. Wasn't he supposed to be a rich second generation who led a happy and prosperous life?
"Did Qiu Sihai arrange for you to be by my side so that I can help him deal with Iron Blood?" Zhuo Bufan changed the topic.
Qiu Jinse shook her head, "Not only Iron Blood, the Four Corners Sect has long since ceased to belong to Qiu Sihai. He is just like me, a puppet of someone else. The Four Corners Sect has long been controlled by a sect called the Yin Corpse Sect. The Fifth Young Master that you killed today was a member of the Yin Corpse Sect."
"Yin Corpse Sect? The Ghost King, Lian Xun, the Fifth Young Master, and the old woman that I killed, they should all be from the Yin Corpse Sect, right? I want to personally see who the person behind them is. "Zhuo Bufan's lips slowly curled into a strange smile.
Qiu Jinse's eyes shined as she looked at Zhuo Bufan, "I know my body is already very dirty. You don't like me."
"I don't like anyone." An image of a woman appeared in Zhuo Bufan's mind. He immediately steadied his mind and dispelled the image in his mind.
"Can I lean against you to sleep?" Qiu Jinse looked at him with a pleading gaze.
"Up to you." Zhuo Bufan lightly said.
Qiu Jinse's eyes revealed a trace of happiness and tears. She slowly leaned her head against Zhuo Bufan's shoulder. The fireball shined on their faces. Zhuo Bufan still lowered his head and picked up the stone to continue carving array patterns on it.
… …
Dunhuang Mogao Caves, inside a cave on a mountain peak.
This was a dark and somewhat strange tunnel. The stone walls were carved with all kinds of solemn and ancient Buddha statues. Walking inside, one could see two rows of yellow flames the size of soybeans.
These flames were on both sides of the stone walls. There were hundreds of them.
Under the illumination of these lights, an old man wearing a kasaya and Buddhist beads stood in the cave. His eyebrows drooped down to his cheeks. At this moment, the muscles on his face were tense. Following his gaze, two of the many burning lamps had already been extinguished.
"Sixth Elder, Bliss went out with Master Uncle Deng Cao. It seems that they went to Lop Nor to find the Pisces Jade Pendant …" A young novice monk wearing a green robe came forward. He put his palms together and said with some fear.
"I have already warned him not to go to the Sea of Death. It is not a place that we can offend. However, I will definitely find the person who killed my grandson. I will grind his bones to ashes, pull out his tendons and peel his skin …" The old man murmured in a low voice. Everyone felt a bone-piercing chill.
"Sixth Elder, didn't you give Young Master Bliss a golden Buddhist bead magic tool?" Someone suddenly said.
The white-browed old man spread out his hand. There was a Buddhist bead in his hand. It was the same one that Zhuo Bufan had hit with a thunderbolt the day before. However, the golden light on the Buddhist bead was bleak and cracks had appeared on it.
He shook his head and said, "The Buddhist bead was damaged. There is no record of who killed my grandson. However, no matter what sect it is, anyone who dares to kill the people of our Hehuan Sect will die. Arrange for people to investigate. I must find the murderer."
"Yes, Elder." Everyone's voice was like a great bell, shaking the sky in the cave.
At this time, the moon was lonely.
In the most secret place on a mountain in the north, a man wearing a suit and gold-rimmed glasses knelt on the ground on one knee. His left arm hung weakly at his side. He did not say a word, but he did not dare to raise his head.
Suddenly, a black wind blew over and directly hit the man seven or eight meters away. The man fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.
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