A few years ago, Qingzhou.
The fire has been burning for several hours. At first, you could still hear the wails of your family and servants, but now you can only hear the crackling of wood being burned.
A wooden beam hit Mu Zi's back, pressing her under a piece of rubble. She had lost all feeling in her lower body, and the tearing pain in her back forced her to stay awake.
Those people had already left without even checking to see if anyone was still alive.
Mu Zi had been waiting for someone to rescue them. Their home was not far from other uncles' homes. Someone should have heard such a big noise. Unfortunately, those people seemed to be deaf and did not hear the loud shouts of killing just now. She wanted to shout for help, but there was a heavy weight on her body and she couldn't speak at all.
The fire grew bigger and bigger, and gradually, the hot tongue of fire could lick her.
"Ah..." Mu Zi moaned softly. Even though her skin was burned, she couldn't shout loudly. The pain on the face turned to numbness, and the oil under the skin was burned and exploded.
The rafters also began to burn, and the burning pain in my back began to spread throughout my body.
Mu Zi was desperate. Even if she was rescued now, the inhuman appearance of this person no longer gave her the desire to live.
God couldn't stand it any longer. There was a dull thunder and heavy rain pouring down.
The flames on her body were extinguished by the rain. She couldn't bear the pain anymore and passed out.
When I woke up again - to be precise, I woke up with pain. The pain on the left side of her face and back made her feel like she was in hell.
She was lying on a dirty bed. Her left eye couldn't be opened and her right eye was blurry. She tried to sit up, but she had no strength at all.
"You're awake." An indifferent voice came. She looked in that direction, and there seemed to be a person wearing moon-white clothes sitting there. The man came towards me. He had an extremely handsome face.
He stared at Mu Yun coldly, and the veins on his forehead gradually popped out.
"Let me ask you," the man said, "who made you look like this?"
Mu Zi felt grateful in his heart. Although he didn't know this person, he was able to save him, which was like a gift of rebirth.
Unfortunately, Mu Zi didn't know who their enemy was, so she could only shake her head with all her strength.
The man suddenly squatted down, grabbed her hair, forced her neck upwards, stared at her with a pair of blood-red eyes, and roared loudly: "Who is it?! This face is not like this! It's obviously not like this. ! I have been looking for you for ten years! Why did it become like this?! Why! Who is it?!"
Mu Zi couldn't understand what he was saying. She was very scared. What did this person mean? Why did you suddenly go berserk?
The man suddenly hugged her head, and her clothes hurt her. He hugged her hard and cried bitterly.
Is this man a lunatic?
Suddenly, the man pushed Mu Zi away again and roared uncontrollably: "No! You're not! You're not!"
When the man hugged her just now, the flesh and blood stuck together with the clothes. As the man pushed her head away, a large piece of necrotic flesh and flesh was torn off along with the clothes.
"Ah!" Mu Zi cried heartbreakingly, tears mixed with blood flowing out.
In the dilapidated hut, the man's nervous roar and Mu Zi's scream blended together, echoing in the wilderness for a long time.
…
In the next few days, the man continued to "take care of" Mu Zi. The so-called care was just changing her dressing and feeding her, and the actions were extremely rough. Sometimes men would get angry for no reason and would pull Mu Zi's hair and beat him. At times like this, Mu Zi had no choice but to cry.
Before this happened, she was Qingzhou Hua Yueying, a well-known beauty in the world, and the doorstep of her family was almost trampled by suitors. But when everyone in his family was slaughtered, no one helped him. Those family members who seemed to be close to her on weekdays threw her into the rubble and watched helplessly as she was burned into a human shape.
The next day after she woke up, the man found a mirror from nowhere. He placed the mirror in front of Mu Zi's window and forced her to see what she looked like now.
physical pain for her
Yan was nothing new, but the mental torture made her go crazy for a time. Especially every time she saw the person in the mirror, she would break down and yell.
How could it become like this? What did you do wrong? What did dad and mom do wrong?
Mu Zi couldn't understand.
As for who this suddenly appeared man was, Mu Zi couldn't figure it out, and she didn't dare to ask.
Mu Zi endured the humiliation and pain, but he didn't know how long he would have to endure it. The clothes on his body have long been torn to pieces by the man, and only his lower body has been covered with a torn blanket these days. Every time he helped her apply ointment, the man just sprinkled the ointment on her back randomly, and then rubbed it casually with his palm a few times. This only made her pain worse.
Applying medicine every day is a torture for Mu Zi.
"Are you in pain?" After applying the medicine, the man sat in front of her and asked coldly.
Mu Zi looked up at him hard, with tears in the corners of her eyes. She asked desperately: "Are you... going to save me?"
"Save you?" The man smiled, "Why should I save you? Are you worthy of saving me?!"
This sentence made the moody man angry again. He grabbed Mu Zi's hair again, put the mirror in front of her, and shouted loudly: "Look at you! What the hell have you become?! You deserve to be fucked by me?" Help?! Are you worthy?!"
Mu Zi cried again. Every time he cried, he felt useless, like a waste, and there was nothing he could do except cry.
Looking at Mu Zi, whose eyes were tightly closed and tears were flowing, the man suddenly stopped the rough movements in his hands. He wiped Mu Zi's tears in a panic and blamed himself: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I didn't mean it..."
Such moodiness made Mu Zi even more frightened and he cried even more aggrieved.
The man became more and more panicked and even started crying: "I'm sorry! Stop crying! What else do you want from me? I can't help it! I can't control myself! I know! I know. ! Do you think this is good?"
The man ran away, and when he came back, he had a dagger in his hand.
He put the blade on his left cheek with a fanatical expression on his face: "Do you think this is good?"
As he spoke, he stabbed the tip of the knife and peeled off half of his skin.
This horrifying scene once again destroyed Mu Zi's mind, and she screamed like crazy. The man was tearing his face apart and laughing wildly.
After that, Mu Zi suddenly stopped wailing, and his whole person became a walking corpse from that day on. She eats whatever a man gives her to eat, and wears whatever a man gives her to wear. There will be no pain, and there will be no more disturbances in the mind.
The man took her to many places and killed many people. For half a year, Mu Zi didn't say a word. She seemed to be floating outside the sky and no longer existed in this world. The man will humiliate her, beat and scold her, and when he is in a good mood, he will buy her beautiful clothes and rouge and gouache, but he will not violate her. Mu Zi seems to represent something to men. Mu Zi never asked, and the man never said anything.
Until one day, Mu Zi suddenly said to the man, "I'm leaving."
The man looked up at her and asked expressionlessly: "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to take revenge."
"Can you leave?"
The man was very good at martial arts. Mu Zi knew that she was no match. She smiled at the man and said, "You're afraid of me dying, right?"
This sentence seemed to shock the man, and he actually let her go.
Then, rumors spread that the former Qingzhou Hua Yueying was not dead. She was disfigured and became taciturn. She traveled alone in the world and rarely had contact with people. Those who had participated in the massacre of the Mu family in Qingzhou were all dead, but no one knew who did it. The methods were cruel and shocking.
The half-face in the mirror and the scene of the man peeling off his skin once again broke into Mu Zi's sleep.
For several years, she would have this dream every once in a while. I don’t know when it will start, but my parents who died tragically will no longer appear in my dreams, but the man’s surly smile will still appear.
Mu Zi opened his eyes and stared blankly at the roof.
These past few years have been like a nightmare, a nightmare that I will never wake up from. She knew very well that she killed her grandfather just to find a goal for herself to live on. After the last time they met, she no longer had any hatred. But she didn't want to die, nor did she want to feel comfortable. The wound that hurts every year has actually found a cure. In order to still feel alive and still feel the pain, I didn't die without treatment.
Mu Zi also thought about setting the goal of living: to kill the poison.
She didn't dare, she was very scared, annoyed, and disgusted with this man who was so moody and crazy. There are many opportunities to make a move, and every time you get the last chance, you will choose to give up.
Mu Zi hates himself like this, but then again, is it possible for him to get better now?
If I had chosen to live there last time in Chaolan Valley, would my life have been better in the future? Grandpa will definitely not care about what she does after joining Yeyu Xiaozhu. .
Although he had such thoughts in his heart, Mu Zi had already driven himself into the dust and would never be able to escape.
…
On the roof outside Mu Zi's room, two figures were sitting. One is rickety and the other has a straight back.
"Hey hey hey," the rickety man said in a rusty voice, "What does this little kid have to do with you? Why do you care so much?"
Xun smiled, her scarred face looked extremely sinister: "She is my true love, my enemy, the one who will be entangled with me in this life."
"I'm not interested in knowing your past, but I like you, old man... The world is like purgatory, why do you pretend to be a gentleman? Ghosts are the living creatures in this world. You, kid, are more like a ghost than me."
"She doesn't look like her," Xun said softly, "This makes me very angry. Why doesn't she look like her? Or...does she have to pretend to be someone else?"
"Hahaha," the vulture girl's dry laughter cut through the night sky, "Boy, what you said is very human."
