The Spirit World

Chapter 749: Obscure is clear
【Money can’t buy a good life】

"Woo~wu~wu~"

She opened her arms and flew up like a soaring bird, and the blue sky and white clouds slowly began to welcome her.

He watched the hem of her skirt fluttering in the wind, her slender legs moving among the grass and flowers, and her small white shoes running on the grass.

"I am a tiny little bird. I fly and fly, but no matter how hard I try, I can't fly high enough."

She howled like a wolf, causing the man next to her to laugh as well.

"What's that song? Why are you yelling?"

He imitated the Northeastern dialect he heard on TV and smeared chili sauce on a piece of pancake he had made for fun.

"That's not possible... this little bird can't fly high, so why not fly as high as possible?"

She seemed to have never been confused, and could be silly and happy when she went out for an outing. Of course, she was not playing around, but was talking about some songs suitable for an outing.

Sit on the grass, sing with your voice open, and then slowly enjoy this afternoon...

Like a dream.

"Then you should be able to fly as much as you can."

Both of them speak a non-standard Northeastern accent, which they learned from TV. They can just say a few silly words to make themselves happy.

She didn't seem to be that naive, but only in front of him, her childishness became even more intense.

"And...what? Sing a song too! Come on!"

She took the biscuit from the side, took it with her fair hands, and took a light bite. She was quite shy. She squinted her eyes and smiled at the boy. The boy let out a light "ah" and bit the biscuit in his mouth with a "click".

"What? You don't want to sing when it's your turn?" She had one eye big and the other small, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.

He had seen this world expression on TV somewhere.

The kind of smirk that a bad guy gives off, with a slightly raised eyebrow.

"I do not know how to sing……"

He didn't buy it. He tilted his head to the left and right, squinting his eyes and looking at him with a sly smile.

He doesn't often interact with people, but in front of her, everything about him can change.

He is trying to change, and because she is by his side, he is persistent in changing.

He could see the stars in her eyes.

I really think she is shining.

"Who can't sing? Shout, sing a few times!"

Her voice is so beautiful, and now only he is allowed to sing it. Since he can't sing, her little thoughts are guessed.

"Woo-wu-wu-"

He hummed and imitated her howling twice, but it sounded almost like the howling of a ghost. It was unclear whether he was just trying to irritate her or if he really sang like that.

"What the hell...it's like a ghost crying..." Her little trick didn't work, so she was a little angry.

“Hahahaha…what can I do…I can’t sing~”

He also started to act coquettishly, but his coquettishness was too stiff, which made the atmosphere a little funny.

She actually burst out laughing.

They actually talked very little because he wasn't really good at conversation.

It seems that boys have a common problem, that they are all shy, or maybe they are really not good at talking, but she has endless things to say. From every day, she talks about who she meets, who she chats with, and all the big and small interesting things.

A boy who is not very good at speaking, quietly serves as her listener.

Talk about everything, beauty, life, dreams, everything.

When she asked, he answered carefully and seriously, but it was strange when he answered, because although he had parents, it was difficult for him to truly [own] [them].

His parents never told him anything, but he read books that explained dreams in words, and he knew what dreams might be.

His parents never told him how a boy should be. When he saw other boys behaving like that, he just thought about whether he should be like that.

He is not a very normal person.

And she was too normal.

Fortunately, she can talk about anything, and fortunately, she has a wonderful family...

Fortunately, she appeared in his world, which made his life...

Slowly it started to become complete.

"You are not hurt..."

In the rain, he saw frost and snow on her temples.

"I hid, of course I'm okay." She knew he was looking at her, she pursed her lips, blinked her big eyes, and her long eyelashes shone crystal clear in the rain.

"That's good..." He sheathed the ordinary sword and carried it on his back.

"Amutheas... died at your hands..."

At the top of the canyon, a tall figure held up an umbrella and looked at Chang Yufeng with eyes like sharp thorns.

And in that man's hand, there was a small bottle hanging around his waist.

Chang Yufeng and Lin'er stopped.

[He] jumped down from the top of the canyon and landed directly in front of them. Before Chang Yufeng and Lin'er could react, he had already landed in front of them, blocking their way.

There was a loud thunder in the sky, and then it became dark and gloomy.

"The aura of Amyutheas has disappeared... I came to take a look... There is no one else here... I guess you really killed her..."

[He] held a black umbrella, leisurely turning the handle, and the umbrella also spun water down, just like a child...

The visitor took a look at the black package and seemed to know that there was a body in it, so he frowned. He snorted, "K has been here too... I guess you are the legendary one... Chang... Yinglan's... son?"

[He] had a very strong aura, and every word he spoke had a casual indifference and a terrible sense of oppression.

However, his aura did not externalize to the point of causing any changes to the things around him. It could only be said that he hid it too well, and even when he walked in a crowd, it was difficult to find any recognizable appearance.

Chang Yufeng took the sword from his back and held it lightly. He was never afraid of fighting, so he could really fight anytime and anywhere.

Lin'er also saw that the person who came had bad intentions, so the Wanxiang Hand transformed from behind her into black wings of condensed light and slowly spread out.

"Don't get me wrong... I'm not here to cause trouble..."

[He] relaxed his hands, and the umbrella rested on his neck, tilting slightly downward.

"I just want to tell you... since K has already met you... then you should understand that the game has already begun..."

[His] voice could be clearly heard by Chang Yufeng and Lin'er even in the heavy rain.

"Although I will become your enemy, to be honest... I don't want to be your enemy... In the spirit world, you can disbelieve in anything except legends... Since you are the person in the legend, then to go against you is just asking for trouble..."

[He] perhaps thought these words were indeed somewhat funny, so he laughed: "I won't expose K's weaknesses, nor will I really become your enemy... It's just that I guess you won't feel so comfortable with it..." "Are you also from Hatulin..." Chang Yufeng saw that one wave of troubles had not yet subsided when another wave came. These villains who concealed their true faces more or less had the problem of pretending to be mysterious.

However, this does not affect their great evil and the great evil they have committed against innocent people.

It's just that they are not really that extreme, nor are they so easily able to turn around and change their ways.

Even if they want to change their ways, the law will not allow it.

Turning over a new leaf in jail or in a death row cell is not true repentance, but simply a fear of death.

"Not entirely..." [He] sighed. He seemed to know that he was doing something extremely bad, but he didn't care at all. He had his own mind and was clear-headed, no different from any normal person.

But doing such a heinous and evil thing doesn't seem to be something that can be brought to the table.

"It's like... a contract worker... hahahaha... the kind that can be fired at any time... it's not a good feeling... I'm just helping out... no pay, no salary, no reward... I just get to go to the place I like... take a walk... and destroy it by the way..."

[He] was too relaxed... because strictly speaking, he and Chang Yufeng had no grudges against each other.

He didn't touch a hair of Chang Yufeng, nor did he want to hurt anyone around Chang Yufeng.

"Just an ordinary bad guy... just passing by... wanted to see your true face... so that I can avoid you... haha..."

[He] laughed, scratched his head slowly, held up an umbrella, and picked his ears. He was too casual, and it seemed like he was really casual, without any sense of nervousness.

Chang Yufeng held the sword and looked at him intently.

Chang Yufeng did not get the answer he wanted.

Seeing him being so casual, with no intention of attacking at all, he put down his sword.

"Okay... I'm leaving..." He looked at Chang Yufeng who had put down his sword, smiled very properly, and revealed his fangs: "I forgot to tell you something... It seems... I also like this place... But... It's ruined... But it's not that serious, you can still try to save it... I mean... save those who haven't been infected yet..."

After saying that, [he] jumped up again, stepped on the edge of the canyon, and flew five steps up the canyon. His black robe whistled in the wind. He slowly turned around and stood at the top of the canyon.

Only Chang Yufeng and Lin'er were left who needed to look up.

Then it disappeared without a trace.

In fact, Chang Yufeng would not find it strange if anyone appeared now, but in Lin'er's eyes, his behavior was very strange, and there was some strange self-righteous badness in it.

That indifference to life turns into a cold wind like a storm, blowing over and making it impossible to calm down.

"Who is he..." Lin'er asked. Actually, she shouldn't have asked because Chang Yufeng didn't know either.

But she still needs to ask her brother Yufeng, because everything that Chang Yufeng faces will not be a simple confrontation between good and evil.

It is the confrontation between good and evil in one's heart.

To put it simply, there is more than one person in this world who needs to be saved.

It was understood in the past that poor people needed to be saved - and most people did not enjoy or have the ability to regenerate capital, nor did they have the ability to plunder wealth brutally, nor did they have large institutions that could justifiably take wealth from the masses, so they could only end their lives with the [fate of poverty].

People like this who need saving can be turned into persecutors by simply giving them money.

This is not worth the loss.

And there are the majority of such people. A farmer working all his life will not get enough wealth to truly "enjoy life". This means that this kind of "salvation" is not real salvation, but a "struggle for life".

Many people struggle in life, but some people don’t need to struggle. This kind of class thing should not be accomplished by individuals.

People with great ambitions will naturally work hard and are willing to struggle for it.

Now, what we need to face is not the things mentioned above, but the [external pressure], that is, the damage caused by [demonic infection] and [oppression by evil people].

The former involves crossing the lineage of social classes, which is [cannot be said], [should not be said], [cannot be thought of], [cannot be done]

I won’t discuss this here.

What we can talk about, should talk about, can think about, and can do is to deal with [external oppression].

Demonic infection is one of them.

In other words, there is no need for [internal hero] [change] [internal], only [external hero] [change] [external].

All that is needed is a countermeasure that can eliminate the demonic infection, rather than involving the distribution of more wealth.

The more straightforward it is, the more obscure it becomes.

However, this is something I cannot avoid.

An awakened young man needs to [care about the future of mankind], [care about everyone's future], and [care about his own future].

Rather than simply talking about [love], [enjoyment], and [hostility].

The world has not changed, and so has the demand for heroes.

The world has changed, and heroes no longer need to exist.

The more books you read, the more silent you should be, because the more you know, the richer your ideals, and the more you realize your own insignificance.

Just struggle in life.

In this era, a person with great possibilities should not only care about his own love, enjoyment and hostility.

This is the contradiction between the two.

Chang Yufeng shook his head.

"Hatulin... a very bad organization... be careful, they are not good people..."

"Hmm..." Lin'er nodded.

The rainstorm actually buried the cries of Wenti County. The people infected by evil spirits were indeed wreaking havoc in the city. He completed his mission and left as soon as possible.

Chang Yufeng and Lin'er could both feel a little bit of demonic energy. They had a premonition that a terrible demonic energy infection incident had indeed occurred, and the entire Wenti County had fallen to it.

However, being an external hero did not meet Chang Yufeng's expectations.

Chang Yufeng did have some initial divine powers, but faced with the huge number of people who needed to be "saved", he was simply unable to do it.

That does not fit in with the original meaning of the word "hero", nor does it fit in with the original meaning of "the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility".

No one stipulates that Chang Yufeng must be everyone's hero. Being a hero for Lin'er alone will eventually return to [love].

It also means [reasonable] and [justifiable].

But this does not meet the expectations of outsiders, the expectations of those who need protection, or the expectations of the weak.

A person who constantly strives to improve himself should not have such troubles.

Because it is an ability that belongs to oneself, it is personal property, and it is legal.

But in this way, it will eventually return to the individual's ability to possess power and private ownership.

We have gone around in circle and are back to the starting point. There is no need to discuss it further.

"Let's go pick them up..." Chang Yufeng put away the sword again and put it on his back.

Lin'er nodded in response.

To be clear is to understand, and to understand is to be clear.

(End of this chapter)