Chapter 16 Chapter 16 “Even alms are not reserved for him alone…
Wen Huan's body was much more useful than her own, and Ming Yao had toured the huge Wen family mansion in no time.
Finally, in a remote corner, Wenhuan's mother and father were found.
Although I have never met them, fortunately, their family looks quite similar.
"Dad, Mom." Mingyao called out tentatively.
"Ahuan?" Wenhuan's mother spoke first.
"It's me." Mingyao was delighted and quickly replied, "Dad, Mom, I——"
The words were not fully spoken.
With a "pa." sound, Mingyao was slapped hard in the face.
"We don't have a daughter like you." Father Wen's face turned pale and he glared at her. "Stubborn, stupid, and unrepentant, you have nothing to do with us anymore. Don't call us that anymore."
After saying this, Father Wen turned sideways, his hands behind his back, and stopped looking at Mingyao. Although Mother Wen's eyes were filled with a hint of heartache, she remained silent.
Regardless of the pain, in order to survive, Mingyao could only try again: "Dad, Mom, I was stubborn, but now I know he is not a good man. I hope Dad and Mom can help me."
Mingyao admitted her mistake in a soft voice and with tears in her eyes, and her words were sincere.
Soon, Wen's mother softened her heart, tears welling in her eyes: "Your father hit you too hard, does it hurt?"
Mingyao shook his head quickly: "It doesn't hurt, Mom, I don't feel any pain."
Seeing an opportunity, Mingyao quickly struck while the iron was hot: "Mom, can you help me? I don't want to be husband and wife with him anymore. Please help me."
A trace of expectation arose in Mingyao's heart. As long as Wen's mother said a good word at this time, as long as this good word came out, perhaps this illusion would be able to be resolved.
The sky was dark and the wind suddenly picked up.
Mingyao waited nervously for Wen's mother's answer.
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"wishful thinking."
Inside the house, Wen Huan fell to the ground, covering her arm with her hands. Black air was surging out of her, which was the reaction of the ghost's resentment being damaged. Her face was pale gray, and she stared at the seemingly gentle man in front of her.
"Do you think that holding the end of the rope in your hand will do it?"
"Miao Miao Immortal Lord, after being sealed for so many years, your power must have been fading." Wen Huan looked at Xuan Xiu sarcastically, "Otherwise, why would you let that little loser fall for my little trick?"
"Now that you're in, it won't be easy to get out. Clinging to this illusion is like drinking poison to quench your thirst."
There was a hint of provocation in Wen Huan's voice. No matter how much the man in front of her hurt her, as long as the resentment was not resolved, that mortal would never be able to escape.
She secretly became angry and prepared herself to be tortured by Xuanxiu.
But, to her surprise——
Xuanxiu didn't get angry at her offense. He just glanced at Wen Huan's face quietly, then suddenly realized: "Wrong."
"Sister-in-law's answer is wrong."
That's why this resentful ghost is so fearless.
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The draft whistled through the hallway.
Mingyao clenched his hands unconsciously, his heart beating fast.
Wen's mother looked gentle, with a hint of heartache and reluctance.
"Ah Huan..." Her hand gently stroked her face, her eyes full of pity, "It's not that mother doesn't want to help you, it's you... who doesn't want us first."
The moment the words fell.
Strange memories flooded in.
Mingyao suddenly fell backwards——
"You stinky bitch! I told you to ask your parents for a job, but you can't even do it. What use do I have for you?" The drunken man kicked the thin woman in the abdomen again and again. "I've been in this shabby place for so many years and can't get a promotion. Tell me, why should I marry you? After all, your father is a Beijing official. You're such a loser."
The woman who was beaten so badly that she couldn't get up could only curl up into a ball. She closed her lips tightly and swallowed all the pain in her body, like an unconscious puppet.
There were no screams or cries, no wails or pleas for mercy.
The man finished the wine in his hand and slammed it to the ground. He finally felt bored and kicked the woman hard in the waist. He waved his hand and said, "Get out, get out, go buy me some wine, and don't get in my way here, you unlucky star."
After saying that, he fell headfirst into the soft and clean bed, snoring loudly and falling into a deep sleep.
The woman lay on the ground for a long time.
It was so long that one could almost imagine she was dead. She slowly pulled herself up, her emaciated body stretched thin. Without leaving, she glanced coldly at the broken wine jug, parted the curtains, and sat down at her dressing table.
Her face was reflected in the mirror. In just a few years, she was completely different from the beautiful girl she was back then.
She lowered her eyes and opened an inconspicuous cabinet in the corner of the desk. It was filled with letters, some she had received and some she had not sent.
Both she and her father are stubborn.
Back then, she was determined to leave home and the capital, even at the cost of severing all ties with her parents. She had thought that one day, she and her chosen husband would be able to return to the capital on their own, and then she would have the confidence to visit him again, proving that she had made the right choice.
Now that I think about it… the woman’s dry eyes slightly moistened… it was really stupid.
She pulled out the letters from the small box. Many of them were written under duress. They were full of sweet words and flattery, and the contents of them were all about asking her parents to run around and do things for him.
It's not enough to eat her, he also wants to eat her home.
Fortunately, he always thinks highly of himself and never takes her seriously, which is why she replaced the original with the fake one and sent out one letter after another against her will.
She raised her hand and pulled out a few letters that were particularly well preserved from a small stack.
It was sent by her mother a few years ago, asking about her life and whether he treated her well. She asked her not to be angry with her father and to go back to see them after a few years when her anger subsided.
However, after she sent back one cold letter after another, her mother didn't write to her for a long time.
He read the letter again and again before carefully putting it back.
Their family is kind. Their father has been an official in the capital for half his life, but he is just a bookkeeper. How can he withstand the gnawing of jackals, tigers and leopards?
It's better not to drag them into the quagmire.
She stood up and took one last look at herself in the mirror. She had originally wanted to divorce him, but unfortunately, how could she leave him in such a remote and desolate place without his consent?
This is my only life.
She pulled a short blade from under the pile of letters and walked towards the bed. Before this, she had never thought of killing anyone.
Looking coldly at the drunk man lying on the bed, she stabbed him in the vitals. The blade went through the flesh and bones, and blood splattered, blinding her eyes.
The sudden stinging pain woke the man up suddenly. Across the blood, he began to struggle like a dying pig. She panicked for a moment, afraid that she could not take his life. She moved her hands a little faster and stabbed him again. This time she found the right position and stabbed him straight into the heart.
The moment the blade was pulled out, she was pushed out violently, and the back of her head hit the sharp corner of the table.
The sticky blood gushed out and my vision became blurry.
The dying pig reluctantly dragged its fat body out of the house to call for help, but it was a step too late. It died before crawling out of the house.
She couldn't help but chuckle, and the pain in her body disappeared in that instant. But slowly, more and more blood was flowing out of her body, and her breath became weaker and weaker. She realized that she was about to die with that person.
It's hard to calm down, hard to be content, and hard to get rid of hatred.
It eventually turned into long-lasting resentment.
Who is she blaming?
The answer is obvious.
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Ming Yao was distracted from Wen Huan's past and hurried back without even wiping the tears from his face.
In the illusion, all those minor details became connected at this moment.
No wonder Wen Huan would repeatedly ask her who she wanted to kill; would ask her what she would do if her parents opposed the marriage; and would tell her everything so easily when she couldn't remember everything and asked questions.
No wonder...that mirror reflects Wen Huan’s face.
From the moment she entered this illusion, she was playing the role of another Wen Huan herself.
"I see……"
After returning to the house, without saying much to Xuanxiu, she rushed to the table and raised the mirror.
"Wenhua." She called her softly in front of the mirror, "I know, you're blaming yourself."
I blame myself for what I did back then, but he just looked back at me and I easily gave him my true heart.
Mingyao panted and waited for Wenhuan's answer.
In the mirror, the same face slowly began to change. Wen Huan stared at her with complicated eyes for a long time, then spoke with a hint of sarcasm: "So what if you know?"
Mingyao took a deep breath and glanced at the short blade stuck in Xuanxiu's abdomen.
"That's reserved for me." Ming Yao said, "If I want to get out, I won't kill Xuanxiu, but myself, right?"
If this wasn't an illusion, it would take years and countless methods to resolve Wen Huan's resentment.
But in illusions, there is always a solution.
Wen Huan blamed herself for choosing the wrong person at the beginning, and also blamed herself for dying at the hands of that person in the end.
The exit to the illusion has been in her hands from the beginning. To risk her life and then survive is Wen Huan's wish.
At this moment, Wen Huan's face was not looking good. She guessed that after Ming Yao found the projections of her parents in the illusion, he would guess the source of the resentment, but she never thought about how quickly she would find a way to leave the illusion. "Oh, you ask me? If you have the guts, try it yourself and see if you are dead or alive."
Mingyao ignored her sarcasm and turned her head to look at Xuanxiu: "How long can you hold on?"
"It can last a long time." Xuanxiu agreed.
Mingyao calmed down, closed his eyes and started trying.
She guessed that this illusion was initially controlled by Wen Huan, but now that the mystery has been solved and she exists as Wen Huan, she can probably come and go freely in the illusion.
Things around me are changing rapidly.
When I opened my eyes again, the city was bustling.
"The hairpin is precious, please don't lose it again, young lady."
The man before him didn't look as hideous as he would in a few years. The way he turned around and smiled was quite eye-catching.
Young Wen Huan couldn't come back to her senses for a long time.
After the man disappeared around the corner, Ming Yao stopped the dazed Wen Huan and extended his hand to her: "What's so interesting about the man's review? Do you want to follow me to cultivate immortality?"
Mingyao boasted shamelessly. In the illusion, she took the young Wenhuan and flew a full circle in the air above the capital.
When they landed safely, Wen Hua's eyes were filled with both joy and fear: "Are you an immortal?"
Mingyao nodded: "Seven days later, at the same time, come here to find me."
"What are you doing?" The real Wen Huan beside him couldn't stand it anymore and stopped this ridiculous show.
Mingyao didn't answer her directly: "Look, back then you only had a crush on him because of the novelty of your first love. If there were something more novel, you would have forgotten him in a blink of an eye."
"so what."
"Nothing." Mingyao smiled, "I just want you to be a little happier, even if it's in the past."
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mercy.
Xuanxiu watched everything happening quietly from the side, feeling pity.
His gaze was fixed on the hand Mingyao stretched out to the resentful ghost. It turned out that she could also feel pity for the resentful ghost who harmed her, so even the alms were not given only to him.
Over there, Mingyao finished speaking and walked towards Xuanxiu, ready to leave. As she approached, she noticed Xuanxiu's strange gaze. She was startled: "Is there something wrong?"
Mingyao was a little nervous.
But the person in front of him only shook his head slightly: "Nothing, I just feel that my sister-in-law is really the reincarnation of a living Bodhisattva."
Immortal Lord Miaomiao smiled slightly and spoke with deep meaning.
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