The Spirit World

Chapter 690 Untitled
[The only purpose of our discussion of fate is to make everyone understand that there is no regret medicine in this world. ]

Reincarnation,

Does it really make sense?

If, this is a real world.

I know this is a world that doesn't belong to me.

Will Lin'er survive? In this world, if a person loses his heartbeat, his heart no longer supplies blood, his brain loses consciousness, and his limbs no longer obey, then he is truly dead.

There are not so many principles a young person needs to understand, and it is impossible to really achieve them all. Is human behavior summarized by the laws of nature and humanity the prototype of destiny?

From the upper limit of personal ability, to the upper limit of education level, and even the upper limit of rules and laws, how can we shape a real "person"?

What is the standard of being a "human being"? If every person is born as an individual "human being", then the so-called destiny is nothing more than a series of activities as an individual "human being".

Will the humanities laws summarized from such individual activities really constrain everyone? Will no one be able to escape from them?

If in the rest of your life you were told that everything you have is just dust in time, as small as an ant, and even any achievements you are proud of are not worth mentioning, or even despised, any achievements or efforts built up in the first half of your life are just a gust of wind blowing the dust.

This gust of wind was no longer small, it even disappeared with a whoosh.

Can people really exist based on destiny?

If you become a worthless person in this world, if you fall down the stairs of this world, if you can only be at the bottom of the pyramid of this world without even knowing it.

All I know is that you really need the word destiny to comfort yourself.

Because of fate, you have nothing, so you can make a small investment for a big gain.

Because of fate, you are small and humble, so you can do whatever you want.

Because of fate, your life is insignificant, so you have to be fearless.

The word "fate" can be divided into the discourse of fatalistic identity theory with different abilities and different levels at the top of the pyramid. It can also be divided into the discourse of shackles and destiny theory with different resources and different levels at the bottom of the pyramid.

When someone talks to you about fate, it must be because of their own selfish motives.

Money, fame and fortune, that is, resources, information, and assets.

If you have it, it is the division of destiny. If you don't have it, it is the breaking of destiny's shackles.

If you want to understand it, then you will have no regrets in life.

Human desires have been talked about for thousands of years, and the ancients have summarized the pursuit of life for three thousand years. Can anyone really break it? How can it be broken?

It is precisely because we cannot figure out, cannot comprehend thoroughly the meaning of life, or cannot fully understand the meaning of life, that in our lives, we experience joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, loneliness, embarrassment, and all kinds of situations.

When there is a mismatch between ability and reality, and when the sadness and joy of life cannot be self-reconciled, how should we deal with it?

How can we reconcile a life as lowly as grass with a life of wealth and glory?
If you always think, why me?
If you always think, why not me?

If you always wonder, why you?
If you always think, why not you?

Then how can the meaning of life be realized?
The upper limit of life span, the upper limit of ability, the upper limit of education, and even the upper limit of acceptance are not as good as one expected...How can people survive?
When the anxieties of parents, children, relatives, friends, and career all weigh on you, is there still no one who will believe in fairy tales about fate?

The various stories about how people treated their parents, the ancient attitudes towards their children, the ancient friends and relatives, and the ancient career paths, all exist as history in history, as the present, in the present, and as the future, in the future.

It seems that looking back at the history, calculating the future, and the present... nothing has ever changed.

It's reincarnation.

Reincarnation, reincarnation.

Cycles, cycles.

Rules, rules.

The dust of history...

How can there be such a turbulent tide?
Chang Yufeng sat in the prison, thinking wildly.

This cell, located on the eighteenth underground floor of the Longxing Building, was extremely dirty and smelly. Besides the fishy stench, there was also the smell of wailing and rotting corpses.

Chang Yufeng knew what the smell of rotting corpses was like, because he had often traveled through wars for a period of time. There were rotten meat full of maggots, and terrible flies buzzing around people. The stench of excrement and unwashed dirt and dirt filled the place with an unimaginable stench. There must be people who were imprisoned to death here. It was impossible for them to get out.

This is very simple. No one knows that there is an eighteenth underground floor in the Longxing Building.

Hell on earth.

"Hahaha, another kid comes. Oh, this Rockenblatt is really committing a sin..." A disheveled man sat opposite Chang Yufeng. All the cells were separate, but if the people in the cells gathered together, they were only separated by a wall.

"Who cares? Is the new guy dead?" Another dishevelled man responded to the man's voice. But no one was seen.

Unlike other people who were dejected and weak, they were unusually full of energy and even spoke with more confidence than ordinary people.

Even though they were all locked up together.

"He's still got a breath left. He won't die so soon."

"Then they better not die so quickly. If they die, we will have less food to eat."

"There won't be a shortage. There's a new one here..."

The dishevelled man looked at Chang Yufeng. Could Chang Yufeng see the blasphemy in his eyes? He was not looking at a person, but at a prey.

Chang Yufeng thought he wanted to eat him, but later he found out that meals were delivered regularly here, and what he was coveting was his meal.

With such a stench, I guess few people can eat.

Chang Yufeng did not vomit, but it was really difficult for him to speak.

He felt a bone nearby and a centipede crawling in a hole in the skull.

"What's your name?"

When the man asked, Chang Yufeng didn't know whether he should answer. Logically speaking, he might be the next person to die in this house.

Because the stench was so bad, he tried Bai Lingshan's method of breathing in and out, and only then did he feel better.

"Jack."

"Last name?"

"Neyman."

"Never heard of it..." He crushed the mud on his head. His hair, which had not been washed for a long time, must have been smelly and itchy. After hearing Chang Yufeng mention Niemann, he no longer looked at Chang Yufeng, but slowly pushed his nose and said, "That's it. If you were the son of a knight, you would still have a little hope of getting out, but you are just the son of an unknown junior, so just wait to die here quietly."

"why?"

Chang Yufeng shouldn't have asked why, he knew why.

"Why? Huh? Aren't the bones under your feet obvious? They belonged to a child who never ate a single grain of rice. He starved himself to death, crying for his mother every day. No one came to collect his body after he died. After it rotted, it stank to high heaven. It made us feel miserable."

The man took a look at the clean Chang Yufeng, and seeing that he showed no fear, he flicked the dust off his long nails and said, "To be honest, you look like the one who died. If you die of depression and don't eat or drink, I estimate that you will die soon. I advise you to eat something when the meal is ready. It is better to live than to die. You can't get out, but at least you are alive. What if Locke falls one day and the world changes again? Then you can really get out."

"Can Loken really fall?"

Chang Yufeng said something. The man didn't hide, and said openly: "It's just that you finish singing and I come on stage. Without Luo Ken, there are still Sha Ken and Dog Ken. This is certain. If he falls, Longxing Society will not fall either."

"So how can we bring him down?"

Chang Yufeng touched his nose.

"Why are you asking this?" The man became suspicious and stepped down, staring at Chang Yufeng without saying anything else.

"If I can find a way to bring him down, I might be able to get out. But if I can't find a way to bring him down, there's no point in going out. If you know, please tell me." Chang Yufeng no longer pretended to be anything. He looked at the dead bones next to him and really couldn't pretend anymore.

If he asked, he could ask directly. This thing on the 18th floor underground was not difficult for him at all. The difficult part was, what would happen if he got out...

"Wow... interesting... so many people died here, this is the first time I hear you say that." The man pulled back his dishevel and looked at Chang Yufeng again. He saw Chang Yufeng looking at him quietly, with a decent demeanor. After all, he had experienced a lot, and he didn't act pretentiously. Instead, he looked very natural.

“The way to bring down a large chamber of commerce is mostly to destroy it from within. This is the same principle as the collapse of a thousand-mile dam due to an ant hole.” The man seemed to really understand it and did not try to hide it. Perhaps it didn’t matter if he told this little kid, so he spoke very concisely.

"The Longxing Society is proud of the "gold-for-guarantee" system invented by Locke. No matter who they are, as long as they become an insider, they will have a very optimistic fortune in their bank accounts. Moreover, any insider in the Longxing Society has different degrees of power to manage outsiders. It can even make the human rights of an entire small organization decide the life and death." The man said slowly and heavily: "The price of this is only the safety of their loved ones, or their precious property as a guarantee to make them work for themselves."

"Isn't he afraid of betrayal?"

"Of course he's afraid of betrayal!"

"That……"

"The betrayer will be killed without a complete body. Ka..."

"Then how do we defeat it from the inside?"

"Longxing Society is like Locke's plaything. He doesn't recruit people randomly. All the internal personnel are selected by him personally. Someone crawled out of the pile of corpses to start a family and career and followed him? Guess why?"

"for……"

"Money! Power! Isn't that what people live for? When you are young, you despise money and power. That's just ignorance. In this Longxinghui Chamber of Commerce, you manage outsiders! You have money and power! You are a little king! Little boy! Little king! Life is full of fun, and there is such a huge group of people like Longxinghui to protect you. If I were an internal member of theirs, I would be eager to seize the life and death of a few outsiders in a flash. That's rolling money and rolling profits! I have never seen more than 10,000 gold coins in my life! But as long as you are an internal member of Longxinghui, the gold coins you can get every year are more than 10,000 gold coins! God! That is what many people dream of? You can also manage a few outsiders tightly, step on them and order them around. Isn't this the enjoyment of life?"

The man spoke excitedly, as if he really lived that kind of life.

But he really didn't, so he felt a little lost.

But he digressed.

"Then, how can we bring down the Longxing Society?"

Chang Yufeng repeated his question.

"How can we bring down the Longxing Society?" the man repeated the question.

"Did Lord Longxu enact any law restricting the Red Flower District and the Green Flower District? And psychotropic drugs?"

"Yes, psychotropic drugs are illegal, and Locke can't make them anymore."

"What about the red and green flower areas?"

“The planning has gone elsewhere.”

"It's not enough. Money will continue to flow into his hands. The money-for-guarantee system built on money has not collapsed. The profits of the Red Flower District and the Green Flower District are also more than enough. If he gets angry and psychotropic drugs are still being sold, it will be even more unstoppable."

"..."

Chang Yufeng nodded slowly.

"Is Alvin Flameheart still alive?"

"Alive."

"Is Katutan Whitemane still alive?"

"Alive."

"Are all the team leaders of his internal personnel still alive?"

"Should be alive."

"The Chamber of Commerce model of Locke's rule by force and violence is not so easy to collapse. He and the previous one complement each other. If one of them is killed, all the internal personnel will inevitably cause a large-scale riot against Wenti County, which will only destroy Wenti County."

"Ah."

Chang Yufeng nodded.

"besides!"

"What else?"

"Have the presidents of other chambers of commerce ever had a big grudge against Longxing Society? In other words, have other chambers of commerce been suppressed by Longxing Society in the past few years?"

“I’m not sure about that…”

Chang Yufeng shook his head slightly.

"Then Longxing will fall, and if no one comes to take over this mess, the whole country will be in chaos... and Wenti County will be dragged into an irreparable disaster."

"Ah."

Chang Yufeng could only nod.

"And one more point, the most important one, is who has Locke's ass. Is it Elizabeth or George?"

"Who?"

"Princess Elizabeth, Prince George."

"Oh!" Chang Yufeng nodded.

"This is particularly important. It is the basis of the fight between the dragon and the tiger. If Locke does not have someone to back him up, he would not be able to smooth over any connections and carry out human trafficking and massacres so covertly or cleanly. His butt is obviously with George. If George is also involved, this kind of downfall will be even more difficult, or once he falls, the counterattack will be even more fierce."

"Ah."

"Do you understand?"

"Understand."

"Really? You look stupid to me."

"I really understand."

"I thought you didn't understand. How can a child know what a butt is..."

The man glanced at Chang Yufeng.

The golden light in Chang Yufeng's eyes made him a little dazed.

"Throughout the ages, it has always been the butt that determines the head."

There is only one chapter today, and perhaps there will only be one chapter in the future.

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(End of this chapter)