When I opened my eyes again, I was already here, locked up.,For six or seven days, every night, an old woman would sit in front of me, silently reciting scriptures and incantations, waving strange talismans. Sometimes she would even subject me to cruel torture, pain like being scalded with boiling oil, peeling my skin off. Then she would feed me some strange meat and medicinal soup.,Sesame subconsciously wanted to run, but his body was too weak, his legs went soft.。