Suddenly, my father's face turned a bright red. He no longer foamed at the mouth.
Lao Gong kept glancing at the woman on the stone platform's long table, mumbling something unknown with his mouth.
A few minutes later, my father's blurred eyes became clear, and he stared at me in a daze.
This look was completely different from the residual soul of Gaotian Daoist. It was the love and joy of a father looking at his son.
"No need to explain, it's clear. Master is usually sober, but he has been suppressed by a trace of soul, unable to control his own thoughts, just like when Grandpa took over you." Lao Gong's gaze fell upon my father.
My father's hand landed on my shoulder, a heavy slap, full of satisfaction and some tears in his eyes.
"Enough said, thousands of words, there is a time to tell, manifest God, first go out, we still need to bring your mother out!" My father's tone was particularly solemn.
"Mom is waiting outside for us. After we go out, leave Daxian as soon as possible and find a safe place." I suppressed the acidity in my heart and answered in a low voice.
No matter how strong a person may be, they are still alone.
A father is always the shield against the winds and rains.
"Have you been to the Luo family?!" My father was taken aback, then murmured, "Yes, that old ghost knows you. Even though he got your name wrong, you kept your identity hidden?"
No need for me to explain, my dad's words immediately unraveled most of the situation.
"Haha, I've been there, dropped a few incense sticks along the way, it was very lively." Lao Gong added fuel to the fire from the side.
My father's eyelids twitched.
He turned his head, looked at the woman on the stage, and there was a touch of complexity and helplessness in his eyes.
"We need to flee. Will you escape?"
I immediately pulled out a bronze sword and quickly cut open the rope binding the woman.
She still lay sprawled on the stone platform, unmoving, her gaze unfocused above.
It was as if the torture here had robbed her of the will to live, much less any desire to escape.
"Uh... poor lady who is suffering, the first cell in front is where your old father is being held. People are born to suffer and endure hardships, if you want to escape, you can follow us. I'll leave the key with you, and you can release him." Lao Gong approached the stone platform table, muttering softly.
The woman remained motionless.
"She can't understand." My father suddenly spoke, his tone extremely peculiar, with a lisp, as he uttered a string of words.
The woman shook violently and sat up, staring at us dumbly, uttering a few words.
She suddenly threw herself on the person I had rendered unconscious on the ground and quickly groped for something on him.
She quickly pulled out a string of keys!
Her legs trembled violently, as if they might collapse at any moment. Her body kept shaking uncontrollably, but in the end, she maintained her composure with great effort.
After that, she spoke a string of words that neither my father nor I could understand.
Then, my father said in a low voice, "She tells us to leave first. She intends to unlock all the doors in the dark cell."
When he said this, my father's face was full of surprise.
Then, he quickly left the room, rushing in the direction we had come.
I immediately followed him, along with Lao Gong.
I realized a detail at the time, that is, Lao Gong was still communicating with the two people in the tower in a strange way. That's why the other person stood up, because Lao Gong was imitating the tone, and it might not have been words at all.
"Master... Why can't the daughter and father live together and leave? Show mercy, but to take away life." Lao Gong could not help but be moved.
"She can't survive anymore, and you don't know, even the manifestation of the god doesn't understand. And about this matter, you had better not ask too many questions. There are many people imprisoned in the dark cell, who have endured too much humiliation. They are all destined to die. At least, they can tear off a piece of flesh from Black City Temple, knock down a wall, or if they escape a few more people, in short, it will enable us to leave safely." My father replied.
I understand the reason now.
Some of it is things that we cannot or are not convenient to know.
The other part is like shifting the focus...
The chaos of Black City Temple will make it easier for us to run away?
"Hmm..." Lao Gong didn't speak much, lowering his head.
The Black Cellar is the correct name for this dungeon. We spent some time passing through all the underground passages and arrived at the entrance we came from, only to find that it took quite some effort to open the closed iron door.
When standing at the entrance of the tower, the sky was actually quite bright.
With a muffled bang, Lao Gong disappeared, replaced by the possessed man, who collapsed to the ground.
I took a deep breath, repressed the compassion in my heart, and kicked him in the temple again. A dull crackling sound echoed, probably indicating that his brain had turned into pulp.
"Some trouble..." I felt a chill in my heart and pointed in a direction, then whispered, "Mom is hiding over there. However, with it being daytime now, if we go over there in a big commotion, we might be seen by others."
"We can avoid the line of sight by taking different directions with the help of Lao Gong when it's dark."
I finished explaining, and then my father put his hand on his brow, glanced at the person on the ground, and then looked at the stairs inside the tower.
About a few minutes later, my father and I, each wearing an outer garment of a guard, hurriedly walked towards the distant mountain foot.
The sunlight was particularly glaring.
On the flat grasslands, those robust yaks were grazing on green grass. A few of them lifted their heads and stared straight at us; their horns felt sharper than knives.
Shortly, we arrived at the place where my mother had hidden.
Before I could call out to her, she trembled and emerged from the burrow of the marmot, staring blankly at my father and me.
"Qing'er," my father's voice trembled, as if he was a little choked up.
"The Black City Temple will be in chaos for a while. The selected woman will release all the prisoners and enter the temple from the inside. Let's hurry!" My father continued, speaking rapidly.
My mother's eyes showed a touch of unease, and she nodded.
Turning my head, I looked at the buildings on the mound, which rose and fell continuously. With such bright sunlight, those houses were oddly in shadow, darker than ever.
The three of us walked along the angle between the grassland and the mountains, heading in the direction we had come.
We could not speed up, but we were getting farther and farther away from Black City Temple.
But as we walked, I felt something was off, and I suddenly stopped.
At the same time, my father also stopped in his tracks and stared intently at the scene in front of him.
I noticed that there was a person about twenty meters away on the grass, crawling forward.
The clothes on his body were extremely thick, his face skin was wrinkled, his skin was black, and there were many decorations on his wrists. He even had a large number of items hanging from his neck.
The top of his head was covered by a black hat.
As he crawled, he would straighten up, then put his hands down and crawl again.
My father acted as if facing a great enemy, putting me and my mother behind him, his tone was filled with a sense of reluctance and despair.
"How could this be..."
"Manifestation God, take your mother and go! Hand over the evil Taoist ghost to me, quickly!"
As the words were spoken, my father still stared at the person on the ground intently, with sweat drops on his forehead.
