Chapter 353 Monster Hospital (Fifty-two)
Changhe is not a very large area, and Zhaoji Money House is one of the best businesses. The owner, Mr. Zhao, is also a wealthy businessman. It is not enough for him to have several wives. It is said that even some beautiful servants are not spared. Among them, Qinglian is the most talked about.
Because it is said that Qinglian gave birth to a baby boy for Boss Zhao. Originally, because she had a child, she might have been promoted to a young lady. However, she did not survive the day of delivery and passed away.
Some people secretly sighed that it was a good thing that Qinglian died early and was reborn. If she were alive to see her son with her own eyes, she would be so heartbroken to see him end up like this. It was her fault for making her give birth to such an ominous child.
Nanhuan and Beixi are just above the Changhe River, listening to the rumors passing through the streets and alleys. It is not an easy task to observe a place or a group from a God's perspective.
The reason why they say it's not easy is not that they are physically uncomfortable, but that they are psychologically uncomfortable, because they understand the development and changes of all things, and they know that what they say is untrue, but they just can't stop the prejudice of some people.
Even though they knew that they themselves were deeply involved in this dungeon mission and could not change anything, and they also understood that even in today's society, this kind of situation was not uncommon, but the two were still not used to hearing this.
After all, the ominous child they were talking about was just born with a black burn mark on his arm, and he was said to have a deathly fate, and even his own mother didn't even have the chance to take a look at him.
"You said that if she... I hadn't intervened, he might have been born into an ordinary family in this life, and wouldn't have been hated and grown up like this."
From the first moment Nan Huan and Bei Xi saw the child in the house that night, they knew that the other party was the reincarnation of the previous man. However, because the birthmark on the child was somewhat related to Nan Huan, she always had a sense of guilt, thinking that the starting point of the man's sorrow in this life was caused by herself.
Although she hadn't fully recalled these memories yet, she changed her words and said it was herself instead of "she".
Bei Xi was keenly aware of the change in her address. "People who think a child is ominous just because he has a birthmark will find other problems because he is the same as other people. People who look at people without problems with prejudice will also have problems. The ones with problems are never the ones being observed, but the ones with prejudice. Besides, these are not things you can predict. What if in a certain life, because of the mark on his arm, some people say he is the reincarnation of a god or Buddha, and he is respected and admired?"
"Anan, that's not how you see things. I know you know these principles better than I do," Bei Xi turned her head and stared at Nan Huan's face, "So what are you afraid of? Are you afraid that you made the wrong choice back then, or what else?"
In fact, from the first moment she saw the god, Bei Xi noticed that Nan Huan was not in the right mood. She seemed very nervous. Any disturbance in this scene made her feel that it should be her own responsibility. "Wrong or not, right or wrong are relative. Even if you are a god, you can't protect everyone. Just like the man in the previous life, in the end it was all his own choice. The reason why each independent individual exists in this world is because they think differently, and the difference in thinking determines that they will make different choices when facing the same situation. As long as you make a choice without violating your sincerity and bear the consequences of this choice, that's enough."
In fact, Bei Xi would not have said these words to her face, but now, the scene in front of her and Nan Huan's identity seemed to hint at something. Bei Xi thought again and again and decided to say it. However, in the end, she still took Nan Huan into her own trap, "Besides, I'll always be with you, you don't have to be afraid of anything. I promise that even if you made the wrong choice, so what? With me here, no one will blame you, including yourself."
Just as Bei Xi said, how could Nan Huan not understand these principles? She also knew that in this task, the system would affect her judgment and choice by revealing her true identity. This was also the reason for her uneasy thoughts. However, because of Bei Xi's words, Nan Huan felt a little relieved.
But she originally thought that she would see her interactions with Bei Xi, witness Bei Xi's past, and the relationship between her and him in these past events, but for some reason the system suddenly focused on this man. Before she could think about it, familiar shouting and cursing came from the mansion again.
"You are an ominous person. It's not enough that you killed yourself, you also want to harm me. I asked you to clean up, but you can't do it. There is no dinner for tonight."
A burst of shouting and cursing, along with the sound of a broom hitting flesh wounds, came from the corner of the garden.
Although Nan Huan and Bei Xi knew what was happening in front of them without watching, they could not avoid the clips selected by the system. Spring had gone and autumn had come, and it was now winter. A thick layer of snow had fallen in the mansion. A little boy, who was not even as tall as an adult's leg, was holding a broom taller than himself, sweeping the snow in the yard with great effort. There were traces of snowballs on his thin clothes, his little face was red from the cold, and his hands were covered with chilblains.
Although he tried his best to avoid the nanny's scolding and beatings, he was too small to hide anywhere. He did not dare to cry or struggle when he was beaten, for fear that he would not be able to eat breakfast the next day.
Although he was the legitimate young master in this big house, Boss Zhao had many children, and his mother was of low status and had no one to rely on. She died when giving birth to him, so he was naturally inferior to other children. Other children were born with fine clothes and delicious food, but he was regarded as ominous from the moment he was born. According to the housekeeper, he should be content that he was not beaten to death, so what else could he dare to hope for? So he could only use his thin body to do things within his ability in exchange for a bite of food.
But if it were just that, it would be fine. However, those concubines were not at all kind to him, and even the children bullied him. He was often injured, went hungry and was not well dressed, and was punished for every little thing. It was so difficult for the little child to live in fear in the big house.
“Why hasn’t she appeared yet?” Nan Huan couldn’t bear to watch it any longer. Although the clips captured by the system were only a few clips of the other party’s long growth process, Nan Huan still couldn’t bear to watch it. “She even saved the person who was struck to death in the past. It doesn’t make sense for her to be indifferent to the current situation. He is just a child and has done nothing wrong.”
Nan Huan knew that since the gods brought people back to life in the previous life, they must have had a connection with each other, otherwise they should not have seen the scene in this life. She guessed that her past self must have lent a helping hand, but she didn’t understand why, if he wanted to save, he didn’t show up earlier. She really couldn’t bear to watch such a scene for even a minute.
Bei Xi was able to keep her composure, and stretched out her hand to straighten Nan Huan's hair. "You forgot that we are restricted, so we can only see the picture of this one person. The world is so big, and there are so many people who are treated unfairly. Even if you help one person every day, you don't know when you will be able to help them all. How can you watch over one person every day?"
In fact, long before the gods guessed that their duty of awakening and existence was to help people in the world, and they saved the man from their previous life, Bei Xi knew that she had to help more than just the person in front of her. Even in the world she had memories of, unfair things happened every day, not to mention the past era when natural disasters and man-made disasters coexisted. In those fleeting moments that were omitted by them, the gods had met unfair people and fulfilled the meaning of their existence.
So it is impossible for her to just be guarding this one person. It is just because this person has some connection with them and happens to appear in this ultimate copy, so they can see the pictures about him now.
Nan Huan did not speak again. The scene continued to flow, and the gods still did not appear. As the years passed, the little boy grew up gradually. Although he would still be scolded when being provoked, he learned to fight back and was no longer as weak as he was when he was a child. Although his life was still difficult, he was no longer at the mercy of others.
It's just that the group of young masters who had bullied him growing up, because they had frequently suffered mistakes at the hands of the other party, their resentment towards them had grown deeper and deeper, even to the point of being willing to kill them. It was unknown whether it was because they were both sons and they couldn't stand the fact that the other party was so down and out but still had arrogance, or they were simply used to bullying him and wanted to eliminate the trouble in the future.
It was the dead of winter again. The boy was abandoned on the street after drinking the porridge mixed with poison. He curled up in pain, his small pupils reflecting the falling snow. There was a last bit of struggle in his eyes. He had come this far, how could he die here? He still wanted to live well, he still wanted to...
But it was really cold. Why was the winter always so cold in his impression? He had never had a warm embrace or a warm meal. They all lived in a big house and were the so-called master's sons, so why was he so different from those young masters?
He stared at the vermilion plaque that could no longer be seen clearly, thinking about the problem that he had not figured out in the past ten years, feeling the life slipping away from his body bit by bit, and felt the coldness seeping into his bones.
He didn't know how long it had been, but just when he felt his whole body had become stiff, suddenly a warm hand fell on his forehead. The warmth went along his forehead and went straight to his internal organs. The coldness in his body was instantly dispelled. Although it was still winter, he didn't feel cold.
It was not until a moment later that the pain in his body caused by the poison disappeared. When he was able to get up, he found that there was no one around him, and there was not a single footprint on the white snow. It seemed that no one had ever been there. Everything was just his fantasy. There were only a few silver bills in front of him.
He touched his forehead in a trance and found that the warm feeling had not disappeared. He did not have a fever and his body did not hurt anymore. He even pinched himself to make sure that he was not having a dream because he was on the verge of death. After a while, he knelt down and kowtowed a few times towards the empty alley, then limped away from the mansion with the silver bills.
The heavy snow blocked his leaving back. Nan Huan couldn't see his expression clearly. He could only see the unwillingness in his back. Soon the figure disappeared in the snow.
The god appeared again, saved the man when his life was hanging by a thread, gave him money to survive, and allowed him to leave this den of wolves and tigers.
"Do you think he will have a good ending in this life?"
Nan Huan looked at the heavy snow, his tone was filled with murmurs and expectations, but at the same time he had a bad premonition, "I know why she didn't show up before and only showed up now. In the last life, she still couldn't prevent him from dying on the battlefield, so in this life, she didn't want to be too involved in his life. She saved him when he was young. He didn't have the ability to survive and was too young to distinguish right from wrong. There are more terrifying places in this world than the Zhao family's house, so she can only wait until he is old enough to understand what she means and have the courage to leave the house and live independently."
Bei Xi did not directly answer Nan Huan's first question, but answered it in a way that was not related to the question. "It was the violence inflicted on him that shaped his personality. This living environment shaped his character. All his thoughts and choices were based on this, not the moment he received help. If he gave up the good deed right now because he was worried about the future, then there would only be one more poor life in the world. As for others, cause and effect will always lead to them being responsible for their own actions."
Nan Huan didn't say anything. In fact, from the perspective of both of them, there was something empty in that long alley. There was a golden figure in the heavy snow. In fact, she had been standing in front of the young man. But she didn't say anything. She looked at the figure in the distance with the same eyes as Nan Huan. No one knew what she was hoping for in her heart. Until she could no longer see the figure, she waved her sleeves, swept away a few snowflakes and left.
Time flies, the snow soon disappears, and the small area of Changhe has undergone great changes after ten or twenty years. Some long-lived businesses are still guarding their own small pieces of land and running their businesses in an honest manner.
However, some businesses were swallowed up and marginalized in the ocean of history.
No one had expected that the young master of the Zhao family, who was called an ominous person and disappeared quietly in the mansion, would suddenly become a wealthy businessman today. He first swallowed up the Zhao's Bank and left nothing behind, and then insulted the people involved in the incident. Looking at the horrified expressions on the faces of those down-and-out young masters who could be called his brothers after hearing his name and origin, he finally felt a trace of satisfaction in his heart. He held those people in his hands and inflicted on them all the sufferings he had suffered in the past.
At this point, people were in panic. The neighbors who had once looked at this child who was born with ominous meanings with prejudice, all kept their mouths shut. But he felt that this was not enough.
Finally, they climbed directly onto the Zhao mansion and burned it completely.
No matter if they were the ones who had persecuted him, or Boss Zhao's family members, or servants, the Zhao family mansion that had stood for decades was burned down to the ground after a fire, leaving nothing behind. But no one knew how many innocent souls were buried there. All they knew was that the fire burned for three days and three nights, during which time there were wailings everywhere and no one dared to approach.
When the county magistrate came to arrest people, he sat calmly in the hall. The hatred from many years ago no longer existed in his eyes, and only peace and satisfaction remained.
In a trance, it was also this place, just twenty years ago, a heavy snow destroyed the child's last hope of life, and the idea of revenge sprouted in his heart, and now, a fire has also burned away the hatred in his eyes.
But when he was taken to the execution ground, he still didn't understand why their lives were so different even though they were all Boss Zhao's sons, and why his life could be so easily held in their hands?
Nan Huan closed her eyes helplessly. She was not particularly surprised by the result, as if she had expected it. However, the white and fiery red colors stimulated her retina and made her feel very uncomfortable. She always felt as if she was in the heavy snow and the fire at the same time, shivering with cold and being scorched with extreme discomfort.
Bei Xi knew that she was uncomfortable, so she held her shoulders firmly and let Nan Huan lean on her body. She didn't feel relieved until her body relaxed a little.
The fire that had been burning for three days and three nights was finally put out by a heavy rain. As thunder sounded, the golden figure appeared in front of the ruins of the house. She seemed to have come here at the right time and asked calmly, "If I hadn't saved him, would he have died?"
Thunder roared through the sky. "No, but he will suffer more. He will be kidnapped by human traffickers, have his legs broken, and be forced to perform. After escaping, he will make a comeback and finally burn this place down."
Perhaps it was because of the long time they had been together that the Heavenly Dao and the gods had reached a delicate balance. Even though they spoke some terrifying things, their tones were very calm.
"There are more than 130 people in the Zhao family's house. Excluding the 30 people who came to the house after he left, there are only five people who did not bully him when he was a child and helped him. These five people were not there when the house caught fire. Before that, these five people's families received a huge amount of property for various reasons. After the fire, there were about 95 people trapped in the house, and no one survived."
What was different from the previous life was that Heaven was very happy to share with the gods the pain that was originally going to befall this man and the final outcome he would face, as well as the details that the common people would not care about hidden in this massive revenge, and the last bit of care for the child.
The deity's expression was still indifferent, and it was impossible to tell whether she was satisfied with his interference this time. At the moment when the heavy flames fell, the thunder and the golden figure disappeared together.
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