Si Que was finally rescued by a blue-haired girl.
Her name is Nagasha. She comes from the sea, has a sense of justice, and hates bullying the most.
Bringing Si Que to a safe place, Nagasha looked into Si Que's eyes with pity: "Stranger, why did they bully you? Tell me, and I will bring justice to you."
Si Que shook his head: "They didn't bully me, they were just seeking revenge. Justice is not on my side, but in their hands."
Nagasha comforted him, "You don't have to be afraid. Just tell me the truth. Tell me, why did they bully you?"
"They did not bully me. I was the one who committed the sin first." Si Que remained unchanged and did not refute himself.
Nagasha still thought that Si Que was lying. Si Que didn't look like a bad person. He must have been coerced and that was why he refused to defend himself.
But soon, she found out she was wrong.
The person she saved... was really a bad guy.
Because at this moment, Si Que suddenly raised his head and smiled at her.
Although his eyes were broken and blood was flowing on his cheeks, making him look extremely terrifying, this smile suddenly struck Natasha's heart.
"You are such a good person." Si Que said with a smile, "Are you willing to be my accomplice? I promise to give you everything."
Nagasha subconsciously wanted to refuse: "I'm just passing by..."
Si Que whispered, "You don't want to? It's okay, I won't force you, but I'm alone now, I can't see anything, and I can't move. Can you stay with me for a few days? I will pay you."
Nagasha thought about it and decided that she really couldn't just leave this seriously injured child alone, so she nodded.
The next scene is at the execution ground. Si Que is sitting on a high platform. His eyes are still not healed. He is wearing a crimson eye mask. The crystals hanging from the mask are like tears of blood.
Below, countless people screamed Si Que's name and cursed him with extremely bad words. On the high platform, he just tilted his head, and the crystals under his eyes collided, making crisp sounds.
His limbs were empty, and he was covered with a wide crimson robe. The sleeves and trouser legs fluttered in the wind, and only his torso existed.
Anyone who saw him like this would think he was a useless person, but now he was sitting on the platform of power, with his eyelids drooped carelessly, listening to the scolding of these dying people.
Nagasha stood behind him, her expression was completely different from when they first met, and she didn't know what kind of magic potion Si Que had given her. She quietly pushed Si Que's wheelchair, and when he wanted dessert, she fed him, and when he wanted tea, she held it to his mouth.
"——Sique Olivers! You have failed your adoptive father's expectations and become a complete devil! You shall not die a good death!!" people screamed.
"——Doesn't your conscience hurt? You have no hands, no feet, no eyes, and you can still continue to write tragedy! I should have pulled out your tongue too!!!"
"——What on earth did the World Tree see in you that it would favor a scum like you!!"
Si Que finished eating a pudding and glanced sideways at Nagasha.
Nagasha took out a handkerchief and wiped the water marks from the corners of his mouth.
Si Que raised his eyebrows and yawned:
"…The wind is so strong today that I can't hear what they are saying."
He was wearing an eye-covering mask, so Nagasha couldn't see whether his eyes were truly distracted or contained hidden sadness.
"Be careful not to catch a cold." Nagasha put her gown on Si Que and said, "After you deal with these people who are rebelling against the World Tree, go back and have a rest. I'll make you a cup of 40-degree black tea with a rose petal."
The audience kept cursing and their resentful eyes were focused on Si Que.
Si Que was eating the bright red strawberry pudding with his eyes fixed in a blank state.
He swallowed one by one, and the pudding tasted sweet and soft.
The bright red head rolled rhythmically onto the execution platform.
One by one, and again, the broken heads collided with each other, their hairs stained with blood.
The people's curses became quieter and quieter, the bodies became more and more, and the blood flowed like an ocean. The bright red pudding was crushed in Si Que's mouth, and the blood-like juice flowed down his chin and rolled onto his collar.
He wanted to wipe it, but then he realized that he had no hands. The juice just kept rolling down, as if people's blood was flowing on his body, from his neck, sliding down to his heart, and then spreading, staining the cloth on his chest crimson.
There were waves of dull pain where the juice passed, and his internal organs, which had been ruptured before, still had hidden injuries.
Nagasha then noticed the juice and quickly took out a cloth to wipe it: "Sorry, it's dirty here, I didn't notice it."
Si Que looked at her bright red clothes.
"clang--"
At this moment, an old bell rang from a distant bell tower, startling a flock of white birds, which fluttered their snow-white wings and flew across the sky. A dozen pure white feathers fell around him, but not a single one landed on him. It was as if even the heavens were unwilling to kiss him.
As the people's scolding became lower and lower, his eyelids drooped:
"Yeah, it's dirty here."
The red mark grew bigger and bigger, like a gorgeous rose.
He looked at his heart, which was stained red, and murmured, not knowing what he was referring to:
“It’s dirty here…”
…
But so what?
He became a piece of dirty flesh and blood in this beautiful world, breeding vivid corruption and causing tragedies that people hated.
He became the source of fear, the creator of corruption, the blood-red juice.
He is a man who will do anything for art and inspiration, and he has no regrets even if he wrote a tragedy. If you always think positively of him and believe that he must have his own difficulties... then you are wrong.
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