Yefutidaolu

Chapter 49 That’s it
What's my name?
I don't seem to remember.

But I just remember it was so painful and so hateful.

Finally, it seems like she wants to persuade her husband... persuade her husband... persuade her husband about what?
There was a putrid smell, the smell of garbage and body parts rotting outside.

The ringworms in many places on my body began to itch, and my head gradually began to hurt.

The clothes were soaked in water, including the clothes, socks, etc. I don’t know how long they were soaked in water. The water had already changed color.

Wait, it seems like there’s more than just clothes.

I also soaked in the water.

why?
My memory was fuzzy, my body was itchy, and I felt so heavy that I couldn't lift it.

At this moment, it suddenly heard a voice.

"I'm here to avenge you."

Just one sentence and it woke up.

When she woke up, she found that her whole body was soaked in water.

It's not that painful, but there is an itching that is difficult to resist.

It began to scratch its body, but it had already swollen up and its skin was as thin as paper. With just one scratch, its skin was torn and flesh was ripped, and blood was oozing out like rain.

But it didn't feel any pain. Instead, it felt comfortable and scratched even harder.

Amidst such joy, the sadness in my heart seemed to grow heavier.

But I didn’t know what I was sad about, and I couldn’t help crying on the spot.

The skin is broken and blood is flowing, and the body is constantly cracked.

The abdomen is swollen with blue spots and there is sand and mud in the nostrils.

I didn't feel any pain at all, but my heart was hurt.

All of a sudden, ghosts were crying, the wind was blowing, and I was filled with sorrow and tears could not stop.

When she cried, it seemed that many people around her started crying too.

The dirty face and disheveled hair, the sad brows and frowned eyes all turned into endless crying. In this suburb, drops of blood and tears flowed down, as if it was raining blood.

If a mortal were here, just hearing the ghosts crying and the blood rain would probably make him terrified and unable to move.

This scene is truly spectacular.

There were countless ghosts and countless debris. They probably couldn’t even explain clearly, nor could they remember why they were crying. But they just cried, as if they had endless sorrow that they couldn’t express.

The cries continued. In the miasma, flesh and blood were rotting and all over the ground. There were few intact corpses to be seen. The mad souls and resentful ghosts demanded no explanation, causing heavy gloomy winds and no sign of clear sky or bright sun.

If the bones had consciousness, they would groan in the wild. There were tens of thousands of corpses exposed in Cangzhou City. How loud were the groans?
This is not a "post". To be precise, it is just a dead corner in the endless twisting alleys of the outer city of Cangzhou.

This is still within the city, surrounded by abandoned ruins that collapsed due to excessive illegal construction.

Such ruins appear in unplanned cities and are often used as garbage dumps.

There's everything in this garbage.

When he arrived here, Gao Jian stood in the blood rain, even a little at a loss.

Yes, he was prepared to come, it was planned.

but……

When he really said that, when the ghosts in front of him were awakened, Gao Jian stood there, unable to move.

He didn't know what to say.

These corpses in front of me...

They are not the remains of an ancient battlefield, nor are they some earth-shattering events.

It's not some earth-shattering injustice or resentment that shakes the sky.

They are just born and then... die. Maybe they themselves are a little numb.

How much love, hate, and passion are there, how many separations and deaths are there, and how much true love is revealed?

But none of this makes sense.

It is said that everyone is his own protagonist and everyone has his own story. This is true. There are tens of millions of people in the outer city of Cangzhou, which means there are tens of millions of different stories and tens of millions of protagonists.

Unfortunately, this is not the case for the world.

Everything in front of us, all the things, all the sorrows and joys, the great and the lowly, actually few people care.

The people below are dying and the ghosts are crying.

Some have dark purple dead blood all over their bodies, or have blood or clear water coming out of their noses.

Some of the wounds had hematomas, the skin was broken and red all around, and the bones, tendons and skin were broken.

Some had broken bones, protruding intestines, large patches of loose skin, purple and red color, and tight and contracted skin and flesh.

Some have swollen bodies, black faces, and green and yellow pus flowing out.

Some were covered in swollen, smelly and rotten flesh, with maggots feeding on them.

Sometimes, after three or four burns, the flesh becomes burnt and red, with old sores, boils, scars, new wounds and old ones all covered.

It was a messy graveyard with a messy mess and not a single intact body!

The only intact body was placed very outside. Someone must have dragged it here and thrown it away this afternoon.

Moreover, Gao Jian knew him.

He had heard of this woman this afternoon.

Moreover, this woman was the first to wake up in the mass grave, and seemed to be the only one who still had a relatively clear consciousness.

After a ghost dies, if it does not reincarnate for a long time, it will become a lonely ghost, gradually becoming incomplete and gradually forgetting who it is.

If its obsession and resentment are very deep, it may still remember what it wants. Although it doesn't know why, it just knows that it wants it. Driven by this, it may even be able to transform into a ghost.

But if the resentment is erased by time, they will become pure ghosts, ghosts that no one knows where they came from and where they are going, and they will become the cold wind that surrounds powerful ghosts when they appear.

This mass grave is mostly populated by ghosts.

The woman in front of him was very lucky. She died in the afternoon, so she was the most clear-headed, but a little dazed.

This is often the case after a person dies.

Seeing the other person waking up, Gao Jian walked forward in the rain of blood, squatted down, held the other person's hand, and stopped her from scratching her own body.

If you scratch it any further, it will no longer be in human form.

Just as Gao Jian held her hand, a strong sense of resentment came over him.

The female ghost in front of him bared her fangs, her pale face revealed hostility, her eyes were dark, and her pupils were dilated to cover the entire whites of her eyes. The ghost's subconscious aggression towards living things instantly filled the surrounding mass graves!

Ghosts and the like have lost their homes, their remains, and are filled with resentment. They are naturally highly hostile and aggressive!
But Gao Jian did not stop, but said softly: "Ping'er, your name is Ping'er, your full name is Liu Ping, and you are the ninth concubine of the Sancha River Water God." Gao Jian said.

As he spoke, he looked at the mass graves around him.

The sky is cloudy and rainy, and the heart is cold and the bones are chilled.
Since ancient times, no one has collected the bones. New ghosts are troubled and old ghosts are crying.
The other wronged souls were still rioting, but they seemed to be out of their minds, or not clear-headed enough.

Only this one named Liu Ping, because the body is still intact

"I am Liu Ping... am I, dead?"

Oh, yes.

I am dead.

After realizing this, my body stopped itching and I was instead struck by an intense pain and suffocation!
Many ghosts can't remember their own names, but if you tell them their names, they can remember a lot of things, but... this is risky.

Recalling the circumstances of their own death will cause many ghosts to lose their minds, after all, they have already lost their complete ability to think.

After Gao Jian reminded Liu Ping, she remembered.

She hopes her husband will send some rain.

Because she knew that everyone had no water to drink and had to rely on buying water and rainwater.

Buying water is too expensive. It costs ten cents to get a bucket, and one bucket is only enough for the whole family to drink.

Therefore, many people will not take a bath if it does not rain.

But if she did so, she would develop sores on her body. If she didn't wash them, the sores would rot, bleed and pus would ooze out, and then she would have a fever and be unable to get out of bed. Many people would die this way. So she often advised her husband to have more rain.

She promised her husband a lot of things, both what should be done and what should not be done.

Just wish it rained more.

But after this afternoon…she was thrown into the river.

Maybe it’s because he’s going to have a tenth concubine.

The feeling of suffocation oppressed Liu Ping, and the pain made her completely lose her human form. All she could hear was violent roars and a constantly flickering soul, as if she was suffering severe torture!

If it were Bai Ping, there would definitely be some means like the Rebirth Mantra to help them get rid of it.

But Gao Jian won’t.

Gao Jian has only two ways to help them get rid of their worries. One is to make their souls fly away...

The other one is what he is doing now.

Feeling Liu Ping's intense pain, Gao Jian held her dead hand tighter and said, "I'm here to help you get justice."

"If you have any grievances, tell me."

Liu Ping's body began to twist.

Can you tell me?
Can you believe it?
The feeling of suffocation, pain, unimaginable itching and indescribable oppression, coupled with the crying of ghosts and blood rain all around, the messy mass grave alley seemed like hell.

Can you believe it?
"Trust me." Gao Jian held it tightly.

Can be trusted.

Liu Ping opened her eyes.

Stopped crying.

As she stopped, the wandering ghosts around her that had already lost their minds and turned into ordinary ghosts also stopped, leaving only a few faint cries.

"That man... is the local water god, with a tablet. Sir, you -" Liu Ping finally regained a little bit of consciousness and spoke.

"Water God? That's a coincidence. I just killed a He Bo two days ago. Very professional." Gao Jian breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile.

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By the time Gao Jian left the mass grave and garbage dump, he had almost understood the situation.

In fact, there is nothing beyond imagination, no unbelievable evil.

The rich man was regarded as a benefactor by the villagers because of his good deeds. After his death, he was worshipped and regarded as a god.

Very normal.

After the master became a god, his style remained the same as before, just as it was when he was alive.

That's it.

This is a story that is so common that it is embarrassing to tell it. Liu Ping herself is not a stunning beauty, she just has a pretty face.

When it is brought up as a topic of conversation at the dinner table, people think that this matter is too small and seems a bit trivial.

There is no bloody massacre of 400,000 people, nor the courage to exterminate thirteen countries. Even the bad things he does are not as good as those great villains who are so powerful.

The so-called rich man, after all the calculation, had only twenty or thirty gold coins.

What kind of enjoyment did he have? Actually, after all the calculations...

She is just a girl from a few families.

It’s just the daily filial piety of hundreds of families.

They were just a few steamed buns that I took away on a daily basis.

I just caught a few chickens while passing by.

I just want you to go over and help with some work and grind the mill.

If you resist, they will just kick you a few times and the servants will beat you up.

Even exploitation seems so meaningless and still at the primitive stage of plunder, which is far inferior to those sophisticated financial means.

That’s all…

The white flour steamed buns eaten during the New Year were snatched away. Throughout the whole year, the family sat in the broken house drinking thin porridge, unable to speak to each other.

After a tiring day at work, I got home and found that my housework was not done yet, so I forced myself to do it again.

The chickens at home were caught and eaten, and the eggs that used to be produced every few days are gone. The children asked when they can eat eggs again.

He was beaten by the servants and had a finger cut off by a roller. After it finally healed, it became more difficult for him to work.

that is it.

That’s all, but it forced more than a dozen families to death.

Seven or eight girls were killed.

Human life is so worthless that sometimes if you lose a chicken or a few steamed buns, you just can’t survive and it feels like life has no purpose.

They are all small things in theory, sometimes only a few hundred dollars a year, and they will pass if you just bear with it.

They all come this way.

Who made the rich man so powerful? Who made him have a good relationship with the officials? Who made him able to afford the offerings?
But sometimes... I just can't get over it.

If you can't get over it, then let it be. If you can't get over it, then let it be.

It's not surprising, people die like this everywhere.

Even when Liu Ping talked about it, it seemed that she herself was not so resentful anymore.

After these things are talked about... they don't seem to be a big deal, they are all trivial matters, and even the victims themselves feel that they are not worthy of such great resentment.

Gao Jian just listened in silence.

He recalled the low mountain village he first encountered, and he seemed to understand why that man wanted to commit suicide in front of Bai Ping.

Ningtai County was peaceful and quiet, and it seemed that nothing serious was happening anywhere.

The same was true for Cangzhou City. When he and Bai Ping passed by like passers-by, they didn't notice anything particularly wrong, so they just passed by.

The Divine Dynasty is so magnificent and developed, with wonders everywhere, and every place seems to be rich. Food production has always been high, enough to feed such a large population, and the practice of cultivation is also relatively popular.

At first glance, it is such a rich and beautiful country.

Because these are small things.

In the face of such a huge and grand tone of the Divine Dynasty, what do a few chickens, a few steamed buns, and a few girls mean?
After listening to the whole thing, Gao Jian just said, "Okay, I understand."

So Gao Jian left.

The ghosts left behind continued to blow over the garbage dump.

The location and temple of the water god of Sancha River are very clear.

Gao Jian led the dragon procession along the way. It was already night. He could see many people beating drums and gongs in front of the temple. They must be welcoming the bride.

Here, the atmosphere is joyous, flowers are blooming and fireworks are bright, and purses are embroidered with mandarin ducks.

Over there, there are ruined tombs and barren hills, the sky is gloomy and ghosts are crying, and the night rain is like blood.

This made Takami chuckle.

What a coincidence.

Last time, there was also a group of people beating drums and gongs.

"Wait for me here for a few minutes." Gao Jian patted Zou Long's neck.

Zoulong snorted.

He is a war horse, so he is not afraid of fighting or blood, so there is no need to worry about him getting frightened and running around.

Gao Jian, wearing a captain's official uniform, walked into the wedding scene.

He drew the sword, and the rusty tip of the sword was now as smooth as new.

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