I am a god in the secret world

Zhu Qisheng doesn't want to go back to this home anymore.

But where can he go at his age?
He let his mother apply medicine to him, and then looked at his mother's wounds and said, "Mom, can't we escape?"

Zhu Qisheng's mother broke down and cried.

Who can endure such a life?

Zhu Qisheng's mother cried and suddenly raised her head and grabbed Zhu Qisheng's hand.

"Okay, mom will take you away. Take care of your wounds in the next two days. Your dad won't do anything to us again after he beats us. Mom will find a chance to take you away!"

She kept her voice low, for fear of disturbing the sleeping man.

Zhu Qisheng nodded, hope ignited in his heart.

In the next two days, both mother and son behaved very well. The man had nothing to do but drink or go out and party with his friends.

After Zhu Qisheng's mother had no problems with the action, she took advantage of the time when her husband came back at night and fell into a deep sleep, woke up Zhu Qisheng with the things she had prepared long ago, and took him out.

They also locked the door from the outside just in case.

The two of them traveled by train overnight.

Zhu Qisheng asked, "Mom, where are we going?"

"Mom doesn't know either, she just bought a random ticket, but it doesn't matter, we can go to a new city and start over."

Zhu Qisheng nodded and hugged his mother.

"Just being with mom is fine."

His mother also hugged him, tears streaming down her face.

"It's Mom who is sorry for you, for making you and Mom suffer for so many years."

The escape went more smoothly than expected.

The man didn't come.

Because he found himself locked in the house, and after his wife and children ran away, he angrily smashed the door open, and when he ran out, he was in a car accident and died.

However, Zhu Qisheng only found out about this after he grew up. It was also only after he grew up that he understood why he always had nightmares after he and his mother left.

The second night after arriving in the new city with my mother.

Zhu Qisheng heard the sound of the door opening.

This is a single room where he lives with his mother, but his mother is still lying next to him. Who opened the door?
Zhu Qisheng felt frightened. He wanted to call his mother, but he didn't dare to move.

He was facing the door.

There were footsteps approaching the bed.

The sound sounded familiar. It was the same sound my father made every night when he came home in his slippers.

Zhu Qisheng's body began to tremble, he couldn't control himself, that conditioned reflex and instinctive reaction had already been ingrained into his bones from all those years of being beaten.

The footsteps stopped in front of him.

Zhu Qisheng couldn't bear it any longer, he opened his eyes and screamed.

He saw his father, standing right in front of him, looking at him with a hideous malice.

"I found you, little bastard!"

His father's mouth was like the mouthparts of some insect, and when he spoke, it was disgusting and terrifying.

Zhu Qisheng couldn't control his shouting, and his screams woke up the mother behind him.

"What's wrong, son? Did you have a nightmare?" The mother hugged him.

Zhu Qisheng collapsed and hid in his mother's arms. Hearing this, he subconsciously looked towards his father, but found that there was nothing there, the door was closed, and no one came in.

He was in a daze for a long time. Was he having a nightmare?

But the nightmare has never stopped since that day.

"You look quite normal now. Have you found a solution?" Xue Tao looked at him with a strange expression.

Zhu Qisheng slowly raised his head and smiled. "Yes, I found a solution."

"Later I found that as long as I beat my mother, I would not have nightmares that night. I knew that my father was unwilling to give up. He wanted to take my mother back. I had to either obey him or be tortured to death by him."

Bloody tears slowly flowed from Zhu Qisheng's eyes, and a bloody hole gradually appeared on his forehead.

"Unfortunately, I still died because I accidentally beat my mother to death. When I was running, I had a car accident just like my father. I was hit by a bicycle and fell on the railing on the side of the road, which happened to have a bulge on it."

Zhu Qisheng raised his hand and touched his forehead. He smiled and his mouth looked like some kind of insect.

"I have finished my story, it is time for the next one."

As he finished speaking, he found that everyone's eyes were staring behind him.

Those who were still normal had expressions of fear on their faces, while those who had turned into ghosts looked a little stunned.

Such a reaction naturally made Zhu Qisheng turn around.

Behind him stood a woman covered in bruises.

Half of her face was deformed and there was a knife stuck in her abdomen.

That was the appearance of his mother before her death that appeared in the illusion when he was describing it just now.

Zhu Qisheng was somewhat incredulous.

The woman slowly raised her head, her eyes were emotionless, and her pupils were actually a cold yellow, like some kind of cold-blooded creature staring at her prey.

"Impossible? How is this possible?"

As Zhu Qisheng spoke, he stood up and stepped back.

Bai Cha secretly tripped him in the snow. Of course, she didn't really stretch out her foot. She threw a bead where his foot landed.

Zhu Qisheng suddenly tripped and fell to the ground, with half of his body hitting the fire.

The flames burned the clothes on his body, causing him to scream.

Zhu Qisheng rolled quickly in the snow pile, and the flames on his body were quickly extinguished, but the fear still remained on his face.

A gust of wind blew by, blowing up the snow on the ground and blocking everyone's view.

So Zhu Qisheng's mother disappeared.

Everyone also felt that they seemed to be able to move.

Someone immediately stood up and tried to run.

None of them wanted to stay in this damn place any longer.

But in the next moment, everyone's bodies froze again.

An invisible force controlled them and made them sit back in their seats, including Zhu Qisheng.

This time it's Meng Weiwei's turn.

She had an expression that seemed like she was neither crying nor laughing.

“The story I’m going to tell is also something I’ve experienced personally.”

Everyone starts with this sentence.

But is that really what each of them experienced?

However, the person who told the story did indeed regard himself as a dead ghost.

They will no longer be afraid of other people's stories or other people's changes.

But Zhu Qisheng was still uneasy.

He looked behind him frequently, but there was nothing.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief, but I caught a glimpse of a yellow light out of the corner of my eye.

That was Sun Qipeng's direction.

Zhu Qisheng looked over and found that behind Sun Qipeng, his mother was smiling at him, and then disappeared in front of him in the illusion described by Meng Weiwei.