Heart-Piercing Words-Was This a Trial?

No one actually liked being forced to choose.

Yet almost everyone went through countless choices in their lifetime.

Some choices were right, while others were wrong.

Of course, some choices had no right or wrong answer at all.

But at this moment, I had to make a choice: follow what he said and use my blood to corrode those chains and save my mother, or listen to my mother, ignore them, and turn around and leave.

Suddenly, I was curious. If I pushed open the door to my room again now, would I see the same scene as before?

Would there still be a young mother rocking a cradle, coaxing infant me to sleep?

I knew it seemed absurd to be thinking about that now, but I desperately wanted to confirm one thing: had the scenes here always existed, or were they completely random?

If it was the former, then this old Jiang family residence was like a trial ground. If it was the latter, then my choices might affect the final outcome.

Gritting my teeth, I made up my mind. Since I clearly couldn't get past this knot in my heart, why hesitate? Why think so much? I snatched the dagger from my father's hand and sliced a deep gash across my palm. My blood spilled out.

I pressed my hand against the chains and saw the blood on them begin to boil.

Then the chains, which had been stretched taut, suddenly loosened and finally fell to the ground.

Mother was saved from the wooden frame.

But I felt a piercing pain bore into my heart. I looked at the dagger in my hand.

"Soul Devourer?" I murmured.

Father smiled. "That's right. In Kunlun Prison, every weapon can devour a person's soul. The halberd in your hand is like