Sesame unconsciously looked at the thick porcelain bowl fastened on the Eight Immortals table.,For him who was starving, it represented an extremely strong temptation, but he still resisted.,He continued, his voice laced with a thin whine of anguish: “But the old woman insisted on ruining my future. I was buried in that soil with the corpse of Master Cui, smelling its gradual decay and stench. I felt the maggots crawling inside him, the rotten fluids dripping onto me, seeping into my very being. Tell me, do you think I have a blood feud with the old woman”。