Dreaming for 10,000 years

Chapter 229 Fire

When his palm touched Shi Fei's palm, he did not feel the expected blazing flames, but a warm touch like spring, as if a gentle power was flowing in from the palm of his hand and seeping into his blood.

Then, his body became extremely light, as if it had broken free from the constraints of gravity, and slowly rose up. He looked down and found that he was already suspended above Qin Island, and the scene around him was like a dream.

The clouds rolled under his feet, like countless soft feathers supporting him, and the skyline in the distance was dyed with a light gold, as if the whole world was unfolding a mysterious picture for him.

His body became transparent and thin, as if it had merged into one with the world, only his consciousness remained as clear as before.

He saw the crisscrossing streets, like a chessboard carefully arranged by an invisible hand. The people on the streets were as busy as ants, and their fate seemed to be to rush around forever.

White clouds floated around him, and birds flew past his feet. How could a person who was plagued by hunger think that he still had a chance to fly to the sky!
The sea was no longer as turbulent and terrifying as he had imagined. Instead, it was like a huge piece of blue glass, calm and deep, reflecting the unpredictable sky.

The blue color reminded him of the stained glass windows in foreign churches. When the sunlight shone through, it seemed as if the whole world was dyed with a sacred light.

"This is Qindao!" He heard Shi Fei's voice echoing in his ears. The voice seemed to come from a distant time and space.
It turned out that this was the place where he had fled to, a place full of despair!

Here he had no land, no job, and often went without a bite to eat for several days. He could only eat relief food from the foreign church.

Regarding the relief food from the foreign monks, some people would be fine after eating it, but some people would go crazy after eating it. These people knew what was going on, so they only wanted plain porridge.

But the local gangs would ask them to give away half of the porridge they begged for. They were so hungry that they didn't even have the strength to speak, so how could they fight against those gangs?
In this world, people can only survive by bullying those who are weaker.

So, they could only watch helplessly as the full bowl of porridge was taken away, leaving only a little residue at the bottom of the bowl. They said they took away "half". But how much is this "half"? Isn't it up to them to decide?
The gang members then sold the porridge back to the church to make a profit. With so many people on Qindao, there were always people eyeing the small profits.

The church was happy to see this happen, as one bowl of porridge could be given to several people.

How could a person survive on that little bit of porridge at the bottom of the bowl? Even if he licked it clean, it would be difficult to stand still every day.

In desperation, they could only collect the yellow porridge that seemed to have problems.

Yellow porridge may seem unreliable, but it has one advantage: it fills you up!
These people know very well that if they don't eat, they will die, and if they eat, they will also die.

Fortunately, I am a well-fed ghost!
This is why these people have to eat the foreigners' porridge even though they know there is something wrong with it.

He continued to follow Shi Fei to the west, and to his surprise, it was raining in the west. In his memory, it hadn't rained in the west for half a year. The ground was cracked, locusts were everywhere, and the air was filled with the smell of death and decay.

At this moment, he saw that the originally cracked land had been moistened by rain, the wind and rain blew across the earth, and even new green buds had sprouted in some places.

The vast land was like a yellowish-brown blanket, uneven. He searched for a long time but still couldn't find the village where he used to be.

He desperately fled to Qindao just to leave his hometown. Now, he can't find it anymore. Compared with this vast land, the village seems so small, like a speck of dust.

"There were originally millions of people here, or even tens of millions, but in the end..." Shi Fei's voice rang out again. He could hear sadness in Shi Fei's voice!

It turns out that some people feel sad about their fate!

The man's heart suddenly moved, and he had an urge to cry. He thought he was an insignificant existence in the world, and he didn't expect that there were really people who cared about them.

He saw that the towns and cities that were once prosperous were now like ghost markets, empty of people, with only ruins and silent winds. "This drought is not only a natural disaster, but also a man-made disaster! Someone deliberately colluded with the evil gods to do it." He heard Shi Fei's voice filled with endless anger.

Then, a series of strange scenes emerged before his eyes: insect eggs and locusts were wriggling in the darkness, and the princes of the court and the foreigners joined forces to sacrifice innocent people to the black pool.

And deep underground, chains bound an ancient being, Nüba! The sealed being was just a pawn, and the real mastermind behind the scenes was...

The secret of the drought slowly revealed itself before his eyes. The blood of the stars, the essence of the earth, the air of resentment... For these, the imperial court did not hesitate to destroy the entire southern Shandong.

Unconsciously, tears fell from his eyes. He knew he was humble, but he never thought he was so humble.

The death of one person is a tragedy, but the death of millions of people becomes a cold number.

What are they to those big guys?
He felt wrong for himself, angry for his relatives and friends, and felt that the world was unfair.

He really wants to do something!
Then, he rode the wind and continued to fly south. In Tanzhou, he saw evil spirits wreaking havoc and countless creatures struggling in the darkness. In Yucheng, he saw people struggling to survive in dire straits.

The people on this land, like him, are suffering tremendously.

In other words, people are the same everywhere!
Finally, he returned to Qin Island and joined the crowd that received food. Everything that happened just now was just him entering Shi Fei's memory and visiting what Shi Fei had seen and heard in the past few days.

Among what he saw and heard, there was also the knowledge that Shi Fei asked him to explain.

"Do you understand?" Shi Fei's voice sounded again.

Yes! Of course he understands!

After he had seen the earth, the sea, and the sky, and understood the ins and outs of it all, he decided to survive!

He wants to change all this, let his dead family members rest in peace, and return the suffering he has experienced to the culprits intact!

In the past, he was too ignorant and thought that the suffering he endured was destined and was due to his lowly status.

fart!

It's because those evil people have lived too long!

There was a fire burning in his heart, not only for himself, but for all those who suffered like him.

So he extended his hand to the people around him, who were starving people who had the same experience as him.

The two people held hands together.

The flame spread from his heart to the others. Two parts to four, four parts to eight, and soon there was a flame in the hearts of the hungry people.

(End of this chapter)