I am not a saint, on the contrary, I am just a confused person who is full of doubts about the future and cannot see what tomorrow will be like. When tomorrow arrives, I still can't see what the day after tomorrow will be like.

  Perplexity, redemption, death. Always self-contradictory, as if trapped in a strange circle, like a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder, repeatedly setting one unreasonable creed after another for oneself. It seems to be endless.

  Dong Shanshan in my dream said to me, Cui Zuofei, is it worth doing this?

  Just as I was about to respond to her, a rope suddenly appeared out of nowhere and wrapped around her neck. I tried to reach out to save her, but I found that I couldn't move my right hand, which felt incredibly heavy. All I could do was watch in horror as she was lifted off the ground, her face slowly turning deep purple, her eyes bulging as if they were about to burst out of their sockets. Her face was covered in blood vessels, spreading like some kind of dark tattoo, and her mouth smiled as she stuck out her tongue, as if explaining to me that all this was just fate playing a cruel joke on me.

  Dong Shanshan is dead, who killed her?????

  I suddenly opened my eyes, I woke up, another nightmare of hers.

  After I opened my eyes, I found that except for the vital parts and fingernails, there was no place on my body that didn't hurt. Especially my left leg, and it seemed like there were bandages wrapped around my head. The pain made me want to curse out loud, damn it all to hell.

  My stomach is empty, I want to eat something. I licked my lips and found them dry and scary, so I had another urge to drink water. A refreshing scent drilled into my nose.

  It seems like I'm in the hospital again.

  With great difficulty, I turned my head and saw Old Yi sitting on the stool next to me. He was idle and bored, holding a half-smoked cigarette in his mouth, hesitating with his lips open and closed. It seemed he was still entangled in the trick we played last time in the hospital room where we hid cigarettes. Suddenly, he made up his mind, and with a flick of his tongue, he flipped the cigarette butt into his mouth.

  As soon as it was turned over in his mouth, he saw his face change color, "ah" and spat out the cigarette butt on the ground with force. It seems that he still hasn't learned, and his tongue is scalded. I saw him fanning his tongue hard with his hand. Looking at this guy who lacks brains, I was speechless, weakly opened my mouth and said to him: "Hey..."

  He turned his head and looked at me, exclaiming in surprise: "Oh, you're awake?"

  I originally had a lot of questions for him, but the first sentence I blurted out was: "Is there water and food? I'm starving to death."

  Lao Yi saw that I was awake and knew that I wanted to eat, so he knew I was fine. He quickly helped me up and said: "What do you want to eat? I'll go buy it for you right now."

  I'm so starving, I thought to myself, even if you gave me a bowl of plain boiled beans right now, I'd gobble them down like a wolf.

  I smiled wryly and said to him: "Braised pork, the fattier the better. Then bring me four big bowls of rice first, I'm so thirsty I could die."

  Lao Yi nodded and pulled out a bottle of mineral water from under the bed, handing it to me. Fortunately, my hand wasn't seriously injured and I could still move it. After Lao Yi helped me up and put on his down jacket to go buy food, he left me alone, gulping down the water. It turned out that water was so good to drink, and I only realized this now.

  After finishing a whole bottle of mineral water, I felt much better, although my body still hurt, but at least I had recovered some energy. I started to recall what happened before I fainted. I and Lao Yi got rid of a little beast, then that unlucky driver took me to the Yuan Shi Group. I overslept, then ran into the Yuan Shi building, and afterwards was beaten up by a group of security guards. Wait, where's Dong Shanshan?

  In my memory, I finally saw that she was fine, and it was a huge relief. Looking out the window, it seemed to be the same hospital as before, I couldn't believe that in less than three months, I had come twice, and each time more seriously injured than the last.

  It seems like it's morning now. How long did I sleep?

  My mind is still a mess, like being stuffed with cotton balls. Looking at all these injuries, it seems I won't be able to go to work again. I don't know how to explain this to Uncle Wen either.

  Before long, Lao Yi came back with a plastic bag in his hand, which contained six meal boxes, two meat and four rice. At this time, I couldn't care about anything else and was busy gobbling down the food.

  It's great to be alive, damn it, after eating my fill, I let out a satisfied belch, thinking to myself that I've made it through again, not bad.

  "So I asked Lao Yi: 'Lao Yi, how long did I sleep?'"

  Lao Yi said to me, "For two whole days, you little brat really know how to cause trouble, actually deceiving me, do you know? If I had arrived ten minutes later, you would have been beaten to death by them. And what's with you too, why are you so impulsive? Most importantly, why didn't you answer my phone calls?"

  No wonder I'm so hungry, it turns out that I haven't eaten for two days, my eyes are about to turn green. Wait a minute, two days? Then what about Dong Shanshan?

  I hastily asked him.

  He saw me in this sorry state and sighed, saying: "It's all right, everything is over."

  I exclaimed in surprise: "Is that it? Isn't there still a little scoundrel left? You've already knocked him down?"

  Lao Yi saw how shocked I was and told me what had happened since that night when I left the warehouse.

  Originally, that night Old Yi was unable to find the other copper sword on the shelf no matter how hard he looked. He was afraid I would faint again outside, so he stopped searching and cleaned up the scattered copper coins on the ground before leaving the warehouse. Who knew that just a few steps out of the warehouse, he stepped on something? He lowered his head to take a look and it turned out to be a straw man! Moreover, it was exactly the same as the one we had knocked down earlier. Old Yi was shocked - how did this little scoundrel change back into its original form after running out of the warehouse?! He hastily picked up the small straw man and examined it repeatedly, and indeed it was identical to the previous one. At that time, Old Yi saw that the spell on the straw man had been broken and didn't have time to think much about it. In a panic, he rushed onto the road to find me, but at that time I was already asleep on my way to the Yuan family's place - where could he go to look for me?

  Even if Lao Yi was stupid, he could figure out the reason. He cursed himself secretly and hurriedly took out his phone to call me. Because my phone was on vibration mode and I was asleep, I didn't notice it. Lao Yi became anxious, fearing that I would do something foolish, so he hastily hailed a taxi to chase after me. However, his luck seemed not as good as mine, and it took him about twenty minutes to get a cab. By the time he arrived at Yuan's place, those security guards were already beating me up. He quickly pushed them away and sent me to the hospital. Fortunately, I was born with thick skin, so I didn't suffer any serious internal injuries, just a bit too much blood loss, which caused me to pass out from shock.

  So that's how it is. It seems I got beaten up for nothing. Damn it, I'm so stupid. Why didn't I notice that little brat when I went out?

  But no matter how I think about it, I just can't figure out why that little monster turned back into a straw man after leaving the house. Is someone secretly getting rid of it? It's impossible, in this era, who would still be able to get rid of a 'seven-killing straw man' in such a short time? And yet, it happened at that exact moment?

  Was it the straw man who blew himself up? It's impossible, Ninth Uncle said that this straw man is manipulated by someone behind his back, unless he was killed or killed the person he wanted to kill, otherwise he wouldn't break the law.

  What's going on here? The more I think about it, the more I feel like someone is secretly helping us. Who could it be? Thinking back to that time, apart from me and Lao Yi, the only one closest to us was Wen Shu.

  Could it be Uncle Wen? I thought in surprise, but quickly dismissed this absurd idea. The image of Uncle Wen's sly face appeared in my mind - no way, that old scoundrel was only good at bragging and cheating at land grabbing, how could he possibly take down a 'Seven Deaths Grass Man' in such a short time?

  And that old thing was already knocked out by me and Lao Yi at the time, lying on the bed dreaming, even if he wasn't drunk, I wouldn't believe this old thing could have done it. This is simply impossible.

  But who exactly saved us?

  It's a lifesaver, he saved Dong Shanshan's life, and of course, he also saved mine, because at that time I had already made up my mind to die.

  When I'm filled with doubts, I also can't help but feel a sense of nostalgia. Is it really possible that there are immortals in this world? Can the appearance of immortals really be used to explain this?

  Forget it, I'd better not think about it. My brain is not that clever anyway, and even if I thought about it, I wouldn't be able to come up with anything useful. Rather than wasting those brain cells, I might as well ask Old Yi some practical questions.

  So I asked him: "By the way, Lao Yi, how are Dong Shanshan and Zhang Yaxin doing?"

  Lao Yi listened to me asking him about this, and he seemed a bit angry as he said: "You, what's good about you? I called Zhang Yaxin later, and she was still crying. You have something to vent, why take it out on a little girl? I told her you were hospitalized, and she rushed over early in the morning. After seeing your dead appearance, she cried again. That flower over there was bought by her."

  Following his hand, on the table beside the bed, there was a large flower basket, filled with lavender and other flowers. I thought bitterly to myself, it seems that this time I have done something too much, unexpectedly at that time emotional excitement, actually indiscriminately scolded her, thinking carefully, she didn't do anything wrong, alas, it seems that I am indeed not enough to succeed but have a surplus of failure.

  I didn't notice Lao Yi's disdainful and sour face, but I thought to myself, no way, when there's a chance, I'll really invite her out for a meal and properly apologize to her.

  My goodness, women are really too scary, sometimes even more difficult to deal with than ghosts. No wonder I have no luck with women.

  Lao Yi saw the apologetic look on my face and didn't get angry with me anymore. After all, we were sworn brothers who had been through thick and thin together. He was only angry with me because I had deceived him by going to send myself to death alone.

  After all, women are like clothes, and brothers are like hands and feet.

  Much later, when I mentioned this to Lao Yi, he grunted and said to me: "That's right, women are like clothes, brothers are like hands and feet. If you touch my clothes, I'll chop off your hands and feet."

  The book returned to its rightful owner. Old Yi continued to say to me: "As for that Dong Shanshan, well, look, isn't she coming over?"

  I followed the direction of his finger and saw that there were two people standing at the door of the ward, one of whom was Dong Shanshan. She appeared with a fruit basket in her hand, expressionless.

  And the man next to her I've seen before, it was the one I saw before I fainted, wearing all black, a black down jacket, black trousers and black leather shoes, at first glance he looked like someone from a funeral home, so this must be Dong Shanshan's current boyfriend, he looks quite handsome, about 1.78 meters tall, half a head taller than me, looking like a pretty boy, I cursed in my heart: what's the big deal with being tall? Is it useful for anything? Can you use it to cook fish balls in hot pot?

  Looking at Dong Shanshan, I suddenly felt a little inferior in my heart. It seems that this time I was really too impulsive, doing such a crazy thing, running to her company to make a scene at more than 3 am. Although I had my reasons at the time, what reason can I use to explain it to her now?

  I didn't know how to start, but Lao Yi had already stepped forward and said to the two of them: "You're here, thanks to you both. If it wasn't for you two pulling him to the hospital in a cart, he'd probably be dead by now."

  The man nodded and politely said to Lao Yi, "It's nothing, this is what should be done. Shan Shan's friends are my friends."

  Then Dong Shanshan walked over with him, put the fruit basket next to the flower basket in the fruit house, sat on a stool, and said softly to her boyfriend: "I have something to say to him, can you go out for a while?"

  Her boyfriend nodded elegantly and walked out of the ward, Lao Yi also consciously walked out, leaving only the two of us in the entire ward.

  I still remember, it was just the two of us together, probably during our freshman year. I had a fierce battle with that yellow-clothed female ghost all night and ended up exhausted to the point of collapse. It was Dong Shanshan who helped me back to the inn. I recall when I woke up, she was sleeping beside me, her eyes filled with loving tenderness.

  Time hasn't been kind to us, and now everything has changed. The scene before me is just like the old days, but I've suffered more injuries, both physically and mentally. I'm no longer that ignorant young boy. The air seems to have solidified, like cowhide glue, sticking tightly to my throat, making me unsure of what to say.

  (The Seven Deaths chapter ends.)