His mother looked at him with a puzzled expression.
Ying Liu's eyes turned cold, and he picked up a vase next to him and smashed it on her head.
As the sound of the vase shattering rang out, blood flowed down Consort Liang's head.
Despite the excruciating pain, she approached and embraced Ying Liu, saying, "It's alright, Xiao Liu, Mother is here."
The gentle reassurance gradually restored his senses.
When he came to his senses and saw his mother lying in his arms, he burst into tears.
From that moment on, he went to find Xiaoyao and made the decision to completely shut himself off.
Xiaoyao gazed at him intently, "From now on, you will have to endure endless loneliness. Is that alright?"
His eyes dimmed. "I do."
From then on, he could only stay in this dimly lit room, worshiping Buddha and chanting scriptures to dispel the gloom.
Countless times, her mother stood outside the door, calling out to see her.
He never opened the door, nor did he even answer.
Even when his mother was crying uncontrollably and heartbroken outside, he ignored her and continued to strike the wooden fish and chant Buddhist scriptures.
But every time his mother left and he was left all alone, he would squat in a corner and cry bitterly, "I miss my mother too, I want to see you."
"But I can't hurt you anymore."
He questioned God countless times why he had to encounter such a thing, why him?
He just wanted to spend time with his mother.
Determined to do so, he never saw Consort Liang again for several years.
With the arrival of the little one today, he seems to have seen hope.
The little guy looked up at him and said, "Yes! I'm here!"
Seeing Ying Liu's appearance, Xiaoyao also said, "That's enough."
Others may be unaware of the grievances and hardships he suffered, but Xiaoyao, as a witness, saw them clearly.
He pitied the child but was powerless to help and could only sigh.
But the arrival of this little one today has changed everything.
With his abilities, it shouldn't be a problem.
If an even more powerful evil spirit were to appear...
Then give the little guy a string of candied hawthorns.
Even the loss of a single fruit has such severe consequences; imagine the consequences if a whole bunch were to be knocked down...
Tsk tsk!
Xiaoyao couldn't even imagine it.
Hearing the little one's affirmative answer, Ying Liu could no longer hold back and burst into tears, "Thank you... thank you..."
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