Qi An and Ata spent Song Tai's money and traveled all over the world for three months before returning to Asan.
They originally intended to continue their reckless behavior, but the mark Qi An left on Song Tai indicated that this scumbag was about to die.
Qi An had no choice but to rush back to collect his body.
He was afraid that if he waited too long, he wouldn't be able to retrieve the ashes.
It was still late at night on the street.
Beneath a stinking ditch, Song Tai's battered body was curled up.
His entire body was covered in hideous and terrifying scars, not a single patch of skin was unscathed.
His face was swollen like a pig's head, and what was most terrifying was that his intestines were exposed.
These three months felt like hell to him, with him feeling so humiliated that he wished he were dead.
But he lacked the courage to commit suicide.
Because he still longed to return to his country one day.
Unfortunately, he was penniless and unable to speak, so no one could understand the words he wrote.
There was nothing to prove his identity.
He finally experienced ten times more the humiliation and torment that An Ning had suffered.
I also learned what it means to have a bitter pill to swallow.
When Qi An arrived, he had just passed away.
His eyes were wide open, and he died with his eyes open, unable to close them in peace.
Qi An: "It's better to be lucky than early."
Qi An cremated his stinking corpse on the spot.
A gust of wind blew by, and the grayish-white ashes were carried by the wind and scattered in the air of the street.
He never left the place where he felt most humiliated, even until his death.
Just like peace!
Ata breathed a sigh of relief: "Finally, I've done my job and taken care of this scumbag. Let's go."
Qi An: "We can't leave yet, there's one more thing."
Ata: "...I almost forgot."
The entrance to the high school in the small county town.
A woman with half her face disfigured runs a tea egg and spicy snack stall, occasionally calling out to passersby.
Qi An stood at a distance, watching with an indifferent expression.
Anning left the county town after taking the college entrance examination and never spoke to her mother until her death.
The past two years have been incredibly tough; he was often hungry.
Two years later, after becoming a model, her income increased, and life finally became easier.
After his income stabilized, he began sending money to his mother every month.
No more, no less, exactly two thousand.
He could give more, but he didn't want to.
Because he himself hadn't had a good life during those eighteen years, he didn't spend much money.
He thought that since his mother had raised him for eighteen years, he would fulfill his duty of supporting her for eighteen years.
Then you can just pretend you're an orphan without parents.
He was imprisoned by Song Tai after only two years of sending the mail, but Song Tai continued to send it in order to avoid being exposed.
From the time he committed suicide until his death, it was a total of five years.
When Qi An read An Ning's thoughts, besides killing Song Tai, he also wanted to give her the remaining money all at once.
He thought that after giving her all this, he would no longer owe this woman anything.
He wanted to leave cleanly, without owing anyone anything.
Qi An stood at a distance and watched without moving for a long time.
Ata asked, "What's wrong, boss? Just give us the money and we're done."
Qi An sneered: "I don't really want to give it to her, what should I do?"
Ata didn't want to give it either, and he whispered, "But this is Anning's wish..."
Qi An didn't speak again. He pondered for a while, changed his appearance, and walked straight to his mother's stall.
"Young man, would you like tea eggs or spicy strips?" Mother An greeted him warmly.
Qi An: "I'm Anning's friend. I haven't seen him for several years. How is he?"
An's mother's warm expression turned cold: "I don't know."
Qi An: "You haven't contacted him at all?"
After Anning ran away from home, his mother never looked for him, as if he didn't exist.
Later, when Anning sent money for the first time, she sent a text message to her mother, revealing her identity.
Therefore, An's mother has his contact information.
She always accepted the money without fail, but never once contacted him to ask how he was doing.
During those three years, whenever she took the initiative to contact An Ning, Song Tai would hesitate and hesitate to do so.
An's mother said impatiently, "Are you going to buy it or not? If not, leave. Don't interfere with my business."
Qi An stared at her intently, then asked again, "Is Anning your son?"
Mother An said coldly, "No, I don't have such an abnormal child."
Being a mute was already enough to make her feel ashamed, but to make matters worse, he was a disgusting homosexual.
She didn't have a son like that.
An's mother's words dispelled Qi An's last lingering concerns, and he decisively turned and left.
He wouldn't even give this woman the money he'd give to a beggar.
She doesn't deserve to be a mother, let alone receive the retirement money from Anning.
Although Qi An did not understand human blood ties and kinship, he felt that An Ning's idea was wrong.
He believed that An Ning never owed An's mother anything; on the contrary, An's mother owed him.
Parents who bring a child into this world on their own initiative have an obligation to raise him or her properly.
This is only natural and not a favor.
If parents truly love their children and treat them well, the children will naturally love their parents and will definitely reciprocate.
If parents are irresponsible, children have no reason to care about blood ties or family affection.
An's mother has never properly fulfilled her responsibilities as a mother.
In some ways, she was also a perpetrator in Anning's tragedy.
So Qi An broke his promise for the first time.
So be it, I'll break my promise.
Who told him to be unhappy?
Back in the void, the resentment in the beautiful young man's soul had vanished.
He stood there clean and tidy, looking tenderly at Dudu in Ata's arms, and reached out to touch her gently.
Finally, he smiled and thanked Qi An and Ata in sign language before leaving.
Qi An collected the soul fragments and saw Ata cuddling Dudu, her little face scrunched up, sighing deeply.
"What's wrong?" Qi An asked.
Ata hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "Boss, isn't what we're doing a bit... cruel?"
"What do you mean?" Qi An didn't understand.
Ata: "Well...they were already so pitiful in life, and now they have to suffer the pain of their souls being torn apart after death, isn't that a bit..."
He couldn't continue.
Qi An clicked his tongue twice: "The little brat has grown up and is starting to understand human emotions."
"But why did you have to learn the human flaws I hate most?"
"What's wrong?" Ata asked.
Qi An sneered: "A saintly syndrome."
Ata: "..."
Qi An: "I helped them avenge themselves, fulfill their wishes, and resolve their resentment and anger."
The price was fragments of their souls. Tell me, who did I force into this deal?
Ata shook his head.
Qi An continued, "It's a matter of mutual consent. If they are unwilling, I will never force them."
"They are quite pitiful, but if you look around the world, you'll find many people who are even more pitiful and miserable than them."
Am I supposed to save them one by one?
Ata was speechless.
Qi An sneered: "I am Ya Zi, an ancient ferocious beast, not some Bodhisattva who saves all living beings."
"Without sufficient soul power, I cannot repair my soul, and you cannot take human form. Are we just going to wait to be crushed by the Heavenly Dao because we pity them?"
Ata's head was practically drooping down to his chest.
He stammered, "That's not what I meant. I was just thinking that they paid such a high price to get their revenge."
Those scumbags may die, but they can still be reincarnated and, eighteen years later, be scumbags again. That's just unfair.
Qi An's expression was strange: "Who told you they can reincarnate? Didn't I tell you?"
Ata suddenly looked up.
Qi An said arrogantly, "Any scum I kill bears the mark of the ancient ferocious beast Yazi on their soul. Which underworld would dare to accept them?"
Ata's eyes lit up: "...And then?"
Qi An sneered: "Then, they will become wandering ghosts with nowhere to go."
We watch helplessly as the torrent of time rolls ever onward, and all things in the world live well.
Only they, their souls were gradually corroded by the mark I left, until not a trace remained.
The inevitable outcome is the complete annihilation of one's soul, a process of watching oneself dissipate bit by bit, powerless to stop it, like being slowly cut to pieces with a dull knife.
Ata jumped up with a yell: "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
He got sick of Mary Sue syndrome for nothing.
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