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A living person trapped in such a Jar, it's hard to express how suffocating it feels.
As I waited for Mia, who seemed to have gone mad and rushed out, I pondered how I could escape.
I began shaking the Jar vigorously, trying to topple it over. To my dismay, the Jar was incredibly stable, as if glued to the ground. No matter how much I shook it, it didn’t budge an inch.
“Don’t bother; we’ve tried every method possible. If we could get out, we would have done so long ago. Why would we still be suffering like this?” the man beside me said, his voice filled with despair.
The liquid inside the Jar—whether water or something else—I couldn’t tell. After being submerged for so long, it felt like my entire body had lost all sensation. As I continued to shake, I sensed that my limbs were no longer under my control.
“Listen, young man, you might as well stop struggling. The more you fight, the faster the drug takes effect. The water in this Jar will numb your entire body,” he advised.
I cursed inwardly, thinking, why didn’t you say that sooner?
It seemed my instincts were correct; my limbs had indeed lost all feeling.
“What’s her purpose in doing this?” I asked, tilting my head toward him.
He chuckled softly. “Why? Naturally, she wants to keep you here forever, trapped in this Jar…”
“Brother, don’t joke around. Being stuck in a Jar like this will surely ruin me…” I retorted.
He snorted dismissively. “That’s not something you should worry about. She has her ways to ensure you won’t die.”
Just as I was sweating with anxiety, the door creaked open gently, allowing a beam of light to pour in.
It was him?
When I closed my eyes and opened them again, I confirmed that it was indeed Mia's Grandfather who had arrived.
The old man first made a gesture for silence before approaching me. He took out a tool resembling one used for scoring glass and traced a circle around the opening of the Jar.
With a sharp sound of ceramic cracking, he made another incision vertically. Then he pressed his hands against the Jar, careful not to let any shards fall and make noise.
"Thank you," I said, taking a step forward, only to suddenly fall to the ground with a thud. In my moment of relief, I had forgotten that my legs felt as if they had been numbed, completely losing sensation.
The old man’s claw-like hand reached toward my mouth, pinching a brown pill between his fingertips.
"Take this."
His voice was deep and weathered.
I hesitated; after all, who knew what kind of medicine this was?
The old man frowned slightly. "If it were poison, why would I bother to come and save you?"
Feeling embarrassed, I took the pill and tossed it into my mouth, chiding myself for judging him too harshly.
"I'll get you out soon. Remember to keep going north once you're outside," he whispered, glancing nervously toward the door.
After a while, I began to regain strength in my limbs. It was truly wonderful to be able to control my body again.
"Quickly, follow me..." The old man's rough hand grasped mine as he pulled me toward the exit.
I glanced back at the others trapped in jars and felt a pang of guilt. "Grandfather, what about the others?"
Ignoring my question, the old man continued to drag me outside.
Suddenly, with a loud bang...
I was kicked back just as we reached the door. Mia's long leg hovered in mid-air.
The old man fell to the ground, a look of sheer agony on his face; he must have broken something.
I shouted angrily, "He's your grandfather! How could you treat him like this?"
Mia laughed, her voice shifting between feminine and masculine tones, sending chills down my spine.
"Since the day I was born, has he ever treated me like his granddaughter? If it weren't for my mother threatening to die, that Old Man would have killed me long ago... Do you think someone like him deserves it? Does he deserve to be my grandfather?"
"Mia, don't make another mistake. I know I was wrong back then. But I've already been punished all these years..." the old man choked out, trying to reason with her.
I was completely bewildered; what was happening here?
Mia looked at each head protruding from the jars with deep emotion and said, "I want them to stay with me. Where's the mistake? I did nothing wrong..."
Before I could wrap my head around the situation, Mia had grabbed her grandfather by the neck and lifted him into the air. The old man's legs kicked a few times before going limp.
"Mia, are you really going to kill your own grandfather? He’s your only living relative," I dared not provoke the rampaging Mia and could only appeal to her emotions.
Sure enough, as soon as I finished speaking, Mia's expression faltered, a struggle evident in her eyes.
Then she sneered, "Keeping him alive until now has already been too kind."
With a sickening crack, the sound of his neck snapping echoed through the room. The old man was tossed aside like a rag doll.
Mia turned to the people in the jars. "Since none of you want to stay with me, then just die..."
A hidden weapon flew from her hand, shattering all the jars.
Green liquid spilled across the floor.
As I witnessed the aftermath of the shattered jars, I couldn't help but vomit again.
The people inside the jars had all been mutilated—hands and feet severed—leaving only their torsos and heads lying on the ground like dying fish in a desiccated pond.
Perhaps due to being soaked in liquid for too long, all their bodies appeared pale, seemingly covered with a layer of white skin.
In the blink of an eye, everyone’s bodies began to rot rapidly.
Blood and viscous fluids flowed, filling the room with a nauseating and acrid stench. The smell of decay made one want to vomit.
The expressions on everyone’s faces seemed not to reflect pain, but rather a sense of relief.
Perhaps death was the best refuge for them.
Mia laughed softly, like a cat in spring.
Although I had heard of the cruel methods employed by Empress Lü in history against her rivals, hearing about it and witnessing it firsthand were worlds apart.
Before my eyes, dozens of tortured souls rotted away, living beings succumbing to death.
“You sick pervert…” I clenched my fists tightly, my eyes blazing red as I charged at Mia.
Mia countered with a punch, “I’ll send you to join them in the afterlife.”
Even though I had taken the antidote earlier, my limbs were still sluggish. Mia had me pinned down firmly.
I swung the Ruyi Stick with all my might, creating a gust of wind; for a moment, Mia couldn’t get close to me.
“Why? Why does everyone have to leave me…”
“I’m not a monster! I really am not a monster… I’m just a little different…”
…
Mia seemed to fall back into her own twisted thoughts, muttering to herself incessantly.
Yet her attacks against me grew fiercer and more reckless, as if she had nothing left to lose.
After enduring a few blows, I finally found an opening and managed to entangle her.
With a face covered in blood, Mia smiled strangely, exuding the demeanor of a victor. I shouted, "Milei, how did you get here?"
Mia momentarily showed a flicker of panic. Seizing the opportunity, I pulled out the Peach Wood Sword from my Qiankun Bag and thrust it into her heart.
"Thank you!" were her last two words as she fell to the ground.
Perhaps for her, this was a release.
I sat cross-legged on the ground, holding Shari, and began reciting the Amitabha Sutra.
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