After putting the jade into the dancing girl’s hand, Ling Zhang intended to find a place to hide and enjoy the show. But when he just turned around, there was a sudden pain in his head. The excruciating pain overcame him, blurred his vision, and made him stagger almost falling down.
“What, what happened?” Ling Zhang pressed his forehead hard. “Why does my head hurt so much?”
The worst thing was that his eyes became gradually blurry, he couldn’t even see the way forward.
Ling Zhang was shocked, panicking. “It’s not easy to be reborn and get a chance at revenge against the Jia Family. How could I faint here and repeat the tragedy of my previous life all over again?”
No, absolutely not!
Ling Zhang gritted his teeth hard, panting heavily. He fought hard to keep himself from falling, and staggered into a secluded corner. As he struggled to the hiding place with great difficulty, he was sweating.
Right after he curled himself up, Ling Zhang could no longer hold on and lost consciousness.
After falling unconscious, Ling Zhang was still not relieved. Many strange things flashed through his mind, such as small labyrinth formations, traps to take lives, traps to hide in, illusive traps…
Ling Zhang felt very strange with that knowledge, which he felt very familiar with but his memory was very hazy in the meantime. It seemed that the knowledge had been learned before but was dug out from the depths of his mind all at once to force him to understand again.
Some of the traps were painted on paper with his naive hands, some were drawn with a punch with someone holding his hand, some were his personal experiences that he had been handed over to a small labyrinth formation and cried for failing to find a way out.
Who taught him this? The person’s voice was sometimes gentle, sometimes severe, which was so familiar to him that it made him want to cry. The warmth and tenderness of familiarity rose slowly in his heart, and he remembered, it was his mother’s voice.
“How long has it been since I heard mom’s voice?”
Since mother died of illness, father disappeared, he did not experience the warmth and care of his parents afterwards.
He still remembered that when his mother died, there were many books she left behind in the study room, many of which were about traps and formations. However, they were all burned by his father later, because his father said that it was the books on traps that killed his mother, which was black magic.
His father disappeared right after burning the books. Grandfather and uncle were afraid he would be sad, so they asked the family servant to mention his parents as little as possible. Gradually, no one talked about them. Ling Zhang gradually forgot the traps and formations that his mother taught him when he received formal education in school.
What if he insisted on learning the traps and keeping them in mind? Would the Ling Family become less passive in his final life? He could at least do something; in that case, would things be different? After all, he personally experienced the power of the small labyrinth formation laid by his mother. If he knew how to use the trap at that time, could he have bought the Ling Family a chance to escape?
Unfortunately, there was no if, the tragedy of the last life had already happened, and it could not happen again this time.
With that decided, Ling Zhang began to try his best to recall all the knowledge about the trap bit by bit in mind, and instilled that knowledge in his mind with every effort.
It seemed that it had been a long time since Ling Zhang had actually searched around for the knowledge and recalled it.
Actually, only less than ten minutes passed. There was no sound in the garden outside, but someone would be coming soon.
Ling Zhang came out of the hiding place after waking up with his eyes becoming deeper.
‘Just in time. Maybe I should add fuel to the fire to bring more drama.’ He thought.
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