Chapter 297

I am a Taoist priest, traveling around. When I saw a large house in disarray, I went in and asked them what had happened.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I entered, I heard a father and son arguing inside.

"You hate me so much. If that's the case, why did you give birth to me in the first place? Are you a piece of trash? Oh, to prove that you are a piece of trash, you want to drive me away."

The young man sneered.

"Yes, I only regret that I didn't kill you. Trash like you should have died long ago. I am trash, but I am better than you, so I am going to kick you out now. You don't deserve to be in my house."

The middle-aged man nodded.

The young man was helpless and furious and was pinned down by the servants around him. He lay on the ground and moved around violently, looking like a wolf.

Very vicious, ferocious and evil.

"Who are you?"

The middle-aged man looked at me.

"Hello, I'm a Taoist priest passing by here. I saw your house was shrouded in a dark aura from outside, so I came in to help you."

I answered him.

He didn't believe me, but he wanted to ask anyway.

"How can you help me?"

The middle-aged man asked me.

"It's simple. I want to help you with your son. He's a useless thing. If you don't want him, don't throw him away. Why don't you let me take him away? I guarantee you won't have to worry about him later."

I answered with a smile.

"Do you know who my son is?"

The middle-aged man asked.

"I know, not only do I know, but I also know the cause and effect.

This is a half-demon. On the surface, he looks pitiful, but in fact, he is rotten inside and out. He is pure trash. It's not your fault that you hate him, and it's not your fault that your wife hates him.

You thought his mother was a princess. When he was born, his mother said he was a jackal and should be thrown away. But you didn't listen and kept him, which led to the disaster today.

This guy stole something from someone else a while ago and didn't admit it. Not only that, he even yelled and screamed in the street. Others paid for the things he stole, but he didn't appreciate it and started swearing at them.

The first is being ungrateful, the second is being unreasonable, the third is being self-righteous, the fourth is being violent and incompetent, the fifth is being vicious, the sixth is stealing, and the seventh is committing sins of speech!

Although it is said that actions should be judged rather than intentions, he only said that he wanted to kill his fiancée, which is not a big deal, but he did steal things from other people and did curse at others.

This is indeed petty theft and ingratitude.

Who cares what he was like in the past?

It is impossible that because the murderer had a very tragic life, he killed me and I should say that I want to reform him and forgive all his past mistakes. That is absolutely impossible.

If I have to compare who is more miserable, I can be more miserable than him, but I am different from him. At least I am not as self-righteous as him, who thinks he is right even though he has done something wrong.

I am not like him who would be ungrateful after stealing something.

There are many people in the world who are more miserable than him, and not everyone is like him. I don't care how miserable he was in the past. It's not that being more miserable is the most important thing in the world.

Does he deserve it because he is miserable enough? Does he deserve it because he scolds others?

Does he deserve to waste other people's time and make them angry because he is pathetic enough? I never thought so.

This world is not tragic enough to solve everything.

He never realized his mistakes from the beginning to the end, so he deserved whatever punishment he received. Isn't he very miserable? He also thinks so, which is just right.

I can make him miserable for the rest of his life, let him be miserable to no end from today, let him know what real misery is. That is misery. What is this?

Now this is the pain.

If he really wants to impress others with his misery, he'd better be miserable to death, so that others will truly think he is miserable.

Because at that point, his misery will not cause harm to others."

I sneered.

"From what you said, it seems that you know a lot. But there are some things you may not know. So it is difficult for me to tell whether you are here to deceive me or to cause trouble."

The middle-aged man looked at me calmly.

"So what do you need me to prove?"

I asked him.

"It's a simple matter. No one knows about my meeting with my wife except me. Tell me in detail what happened between my wife and me. I will believe it if you tell me clearly."

The middle-aged man nodded.

“That’s easy.

Your wife gave birth to two children for you to repay her kindness. After giving birth to the second child, she said the child was born a bad thing and left, and has not come back for many years.

A while ago, because you received a message from your mother in your dream, you took the token and went to find your wife. When your wife saw you, she was very impatient with you and no longer liked you.

You were very sad and went home.

Your wife asked you to get the child out of the family as soon as possible, and you followed her instructions and exterminated the child. I am now on the scene."

I replied.

"You've described it in such detail that I already believe it 80%. But I still want to ask, where are you going to take him after you take him away? What if he comes back?"

The middle-aged man asked.

"I'm going to take him to a truly miserable world. Doesn't he think he's miserable?

I will let him know how many truly tragic things there are in this world and what truly tragic people are like.

He is not worthy of saying that he is miserable now.

I know misery cannot be compared, but to be honest he really doesn't deserve it.

Some people's misery is caused by others, so they are pitiful.

Some people are miserable because they have nowhere else to go, and therefore they are pitiful.

This bastard is neither the former nor the latter, so I say he deserves it.

I have seen people who were desperate and had no choice but to commit suicide. But this person is still alive, has food to eat, clothes to wear, and can even go out on the street to steal things and lose his temper, which obviously does not count.

If he had not gone out to steal, he could have stayed in the house, or chosen to go on a long journey and never come back. After he left, he could study, do business, or farm.

He could be someone's apprentice, or simply be a slave, which would be considered self-degradation, but he obviously had choices, and he had a way out.

How can he blame others if he himself is unwilling, does not do it, and does not want to do it? Moreover, stealing is also self-degradation. He has already reached this point, and it is obviously irreversible.

It's like you can't say a murderer is a good person after he has killed someone.

If this kind of rubbish can be a good person, there are too many good people in the world. If you can steal someone's things and scold them as if nothing happened, then who will work? Just steal things.

After stealing something, you can still scold others, as if you are in the right. How can such a good thing exist in the world?

Shouting to kill someone is already a foreshadowing of a crime. If you still say he is innocent, you must be mentally ill.

Some people are persecuted and harmed to the point where they cannot recover, so they are pitiful, but this person is obviously not one of them.

He has parents, brothers, a house, a name, and he doesn't have to work to be supported. Although this method of support is not very good, he is still alive, which is better than many people.

Some people were persecuted, tortured all the way to prison, and finally killed. That is being forced.

But look at this garbage in front of you.

Did anyone force him to steal? No one forced him to steal, but he stole. This shows that he is born a bad person.

As for whether he wants to attract other people's attention by doing this, so what?

Does it mean that if he steals something from someone, it means that he has not stolen anything from them? Does it mean that if he scolds someone, it means that he has not scolded them? I don't think so.

Is he in jail? Is he being tortured? Is there a plot to kill him? Nothing, but he is still not satisfied. He is still here shouting that others have treated him unfairly.

Don't you even look at what you are?"

I said.

"Who do you think you are to meddle in other people's affairs?"

the young man asked.

"What a coincidence! I'm here because of your family's affairs. To be more precise, I'm here because you're such a jerk."

I answered him.

"You are talking nonsense, I am not an evildoer!"

The young man struggled and shouted.

I punched him in the face. He howled at first, then I knocked him unconscious. His face was covered in blood, and he was breathing in but not out. He looked like he was about to die, and then he calmed down.

"This thing is sad to look at, if you want it, just take it away."

The middle-aged man said to me.

"Remember to cross his name out of your family tree afterwards."

I walked to the door and said, carrying the person.

"I'll remember that."

The middle-aged man nodded.

I carried the person over the threshold and disappeared.

"Where did you take me?"

The young man woke up and asked.

"As you can see, this is a tragic and hopeless world. It is a world that has been deeply polluted and almost uninhabitable. It belongs to Cthulhu."

I smiled and answered him, letting go of his hand.

He fell to the ground with a thump.

On the first day he wanted to find a job, no one wanted him.

"Have you had your genitals removed? If not, leave now. We don't accept people like that."

"Do you have an education? No? We won't accept you."

"Do you have experience? No? Sorry."

"Can you dance?"

“Can you sing?”

"Can you shoot?"

"Can you do some tricks?"

"Would you like to put on an animal's skin and perform with us?"

"Can you farm? Can you raise animals? You can't do anything. Are you here to make fun of me? Get out!"

"You are willing to come to our Big Bird and take off your clothes, but we are not willing to accept you. Have you ever looked in the mirror? You don't have any meat on your body, like a sparerib. Who will pay you?"

The next day he wanted to make money and was blown to pieces.

He would never be miserable again.