The bone at the shoulder rubbed against the iron hook, creating a strange and chilling sound.,Suddenly, a glimmer of hope flickered in Hu Ma's heart: "Could this person be the enemy of that strange old woman",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”。