The Spirit World

Chapter 883 Written before the War (9)
In a good year, there is heavy snow. While harvesting wheat, I wait for my husband to return.

"We are going to...fight again..."

An old man sat in the dusk, pounding his bent back.

"Yesterday, the soldiers told me that the village wanted to recruit a few more men..." He was a little embarrassed. He lowered his head to support his forehead and coughed twice. In front of the gathered villagers, his voice was much lower.

Perhaps because of his age, his voice should be like this too.

He is the village chief and also an elderly father.

Everyone had a gloomy face and no longer asked about the conscription issue.

"Last year, during the war, two children died in Li Laosan's family... and one child died in Zhang Laowu's family..."

The village chief was silent for a moment, raised his head and sighed slowly.

"The situation is like this...whoever's turn it is...will be the one..."

He shook his head, and that was all he could do.

His lungs could no longer smoke, so he took heavy breaths, sighed, hugged his thighs, and sat down under the roots of an old tree at the entrance of the village.

"There are very few men in the village... They are all children... They can't go out anymore..." The old lady next to him was just like him. She held her forehead and looked at a dark cave under the roots of the tree. The black ants inside were moving the leftover grains into the cave in an orderly manner.

"I can't get out..." The village chief echoed hoarsely, as if he agreed with his wife's words and lost his words, and could only sigh slowly: "I can't get out~"

"What's wrong with this world?"

A usually fierce woman was shouting in the silent crowd, as if she still didn't understand the situation and was shouting like a deaf-mute.

"Shut up! The monster is coming! Monster! It's a monster!"

In fact, this small village is under the protection of the empire, and it is impossible for a monster army to invade here.

The woman who was shouting at the monster seemed to be correcting the fierce woman. Because the monster had come, they had to conscript soldiers and collect food to supply the front line, so the world had become like this.

There are no monsters in the village.

No matter how much you call upon the monsters, they cannot come running from a battlefield thousands of miles away.

Ran over and slaughtered humans.

It’s just like their sons will not come back because of the calls of their mothers, wives, sons and daughters.

Neither does the soul.

"Monster...monster..." The village chief shook his head and sighed. He seemed to have become a mute and kept repeating what others said.

"Each village has to provide two... Can't we borrow two from the neighboring village?"

A woman raised a question. The women who were hugging their boys tightly all looked at her, and they all returned to silence in an instant and lowered their heads again.

They were like a group of stupid geese that could no longer hold their heads up high. They could only raise their heads indifferently when they were about to be slaughtered, and then it would pass.

"No one's son is not a son, and no one's grandson is not a grandson... The situation in the neighboring village is almost the same as ours... We can't borrow..."

The village chief also noticed the ant holes under the roots of the tree. He slowly stepped on them and gently wiped his feet. The crushed rice grains mixed with the black ant blood were sticky, yet unexpectedly clean.

"Then why are we still recruiting soldiers?!"

Questions were raised.

The children in the village were somewhat ignorant. They only knew that if the adults sat together, they could have some company to play with.

Childhood is such a luxury.

If they were older, and if the demons had not been driven away, they would have been just ghosts killed by the brutal demons.

No one could give an answer, or even if someone could give an answer, they could only attribute it to the demon clan.

Monster... Monster...

A man-eating monster...

A monster that eats people without leaving any bones behind.

"Tomorrow... wait for the conscripts to come..." The village chief hammered his thigh, his beard trembling slightly because of his nose: "I have my own way, but really... it's just that when the time comes... no matter what noise you hear, don't go out to watch."

As soon as he said this, everyone in the village looked up at him. The old man who was leaning against a dead tree at the entrance of the village slowly touched his beard with his hand.

They didn't know what to say. Only a crow in the distance called out, its low, aged cry under the setting sun.

The setting sun shines on everyone's face, with doubt, surprise, despair, and silence... calling... calling the soul of my hometown...

"Could it be that you..." The old woman next to the village chief looked at the village chief's old eyes and was about to say those words... but she could only hold her throat stiffly and move her gaze to the roots of the dead tree. The ants in the tree hole did not stop to mourn their companions because of a human foot. The rice grains were slowly carried to their caves by them.

Maybe the village will die.

Perhaps this dead tree will sprout new leaves again.

Perhaps, blood will be splattered here.

Perhaps, more high-rise buildings will be built here.

Ants can lose their homes just because of a simple heavy rain.

They can't wait for the village to disappear.

They can't wait for the dead trees to sprout new buds.

They can't wait for the blood to splatter for miles.

They can't wait until here to build tall buildings.

All it takes is a heavy rain for them to lose everything.

Heavy rain comes from the sky.

sky……

[Will someone really be happy because they save the world without hesitation? ]

[Will someone really be happy because he or she is willing to take on an unnecessary responsibility to save the common people due to his or her own ambitions? ]

[Will some people...really be content with what they have just because they are born like ants and cannot rise up in their lifetime? ]

[Can anyone...really be so foolish as to accept being ordinary, and be crushed by the ruthless "sky"... and still be happy? ]

[Someone... can really...]

What can I do...

Human...No!

Can people who are invisibly divided into the leaders of society and the screws of society by money and spiritual power really have a common language?
Is it true that anyone can answer this complex and macro question?

[Let me destroy them...]

[Let me...give them...a legitimate reason...to die...]

[Let me be the “sky”——]

[From my perspective... they are in so much pain...]

[This world always needs a... common enemy, so that everyone will... unite together meaninglessly... only then will there be comparison, harm, oppression, and resistance...]

【There is destruction... before there is rebirth...】

[I am not a demon... nor am I a murderous bastard...]

[I am a dying...insect...]

【I will never...become a hypocrite. 】

[Let them all come... and face me...]

[Chang Yufeng...looking for the shadow in the wilderness...with the power of dragon...]

[The God of Gods…]

[You should also admire my great ambition...]

[I am not a devil...]

【I am just a question-answerer who cannot express the proposition in words. 】

[I am not doing this for money, resources, power, or my own life... and certainly not for love...]

【I was born...to be the answerer of this question.】

(End of this chapter)