I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 87 Death and Rebirth

Upon suddenly acquiring such a rare item, Liu Xiao felt not joy, but immense fear.

In the neighboring town, there once lived a powerful Zhang family, with a large and prosperous household of a thousand people and ten thousand servants.

Later, it was discovered that they had been secretly possessing a magical cultivation technique. After the discovery, there was no room for leniency; they were all executed by being struck by heavenly lightning.

The lightning struck for three days and three nights, until the entire family was wiped out, not even a single dog was released, before it finally stopped.

Those who dared to investigate later found charred corpses scattered everywhere, some of whom had struggled for a long time before dying, which was extremely horrific.

If a single technique can lead to death, what kind of result will this mirror bring?
Perhaps even death will become a luxury, and one's soul will be plundered and become a magical artifact in the hands of others.

No, more likely they will be used as guinea pigs for life, suffering endless torment in darkness.

Thinking of this, he immediately tried to throw the mirror in his hand, but found that he couldn't lift his hand at all.

After all, this is something from the immortals!
Although I don't know how to use it yet, just leaving it here might allow me to expand my family's cultivation history and become a family of cultivators.

This opportunity is so elusive, but if I don't take it, I'm afraid I'll regret it for the rest of my life.

Liu Xiao's face turned pale and then red. Finally, he made up his mind and said to his great-grandson, "Xiao Xuan'er, when you picked up the mirror, did anyone else see you?"

"Yes! The village idiot at the entrance kept staring at me and laughing, but I ignored him."

"Okay, Grandma's going out for a bit. You go back inside and stay there. Don't go out or talk to anyone until Grandma comes back, understand?"

"...Grandma, did I do something wrong?"

Looking at his great-grandson's tearful eyes, Principal Liu patted his head and said, "You didn't do anything wrong, but it was dangerous. Remember, don't speak. Go now."

He was given a colorful candy, and Liu Xiao searched around the room and found the cured meat and candy that he had hung up earlier.

He carefully hid the items in his arms, then went out and headed towards the idiot's house.

The idiot's house is near the cemetery outside the village.

He was quite handsome when he was born, and Liu Xiao even attended his one-month celebration. Unfortunately, he later developed a high fever that left him mentally impaired.

He didn't walk until he was six, and he still couldn't take off his pants to pee at ten, making himself smelly every day.

The fool was kept in the way, blocking the way for future children. In order to have children of their own, his parents had no choice but to abandon him in the cemetery, leaving him to fend for himself.

Although he was simple-minded, he had a lot of strength and actually survived being left outside, but his mental age remained that of a seven-year-old.

After that, he settled down near the cemetery, sweeping graves for people every day and occasionally moving corpses. His reward was the offerings that people made after their sacrifices.

When Principal Liu arrived, the simpleton was staring into the distance. Upon seeing Principal Liu, he ran up to him excitedly and said, "It's the Liu family's ancestor! Greetings, ancestor!"

The fool's eyes were clear, like a child's; his pretty face, though a little dirty, filled one with tenderness.

Carefully wiping the mud off the other person's face, Liu Xiao felt a little reluctant.

But if this strange object were to be passed on, it would be a catastrophe.

The lives of more than a dozen members of the Liu family are in his hands; now is not the time for mercy.

He took out the meat and sugar and said gently to the fool, "I might need your help in a couple of days, so I'm just letting you know in advance. Here's some meat for you; don't eat the offerings today."

With a cheer, the fool grabbed a piece of cured meat and stuffed it into his mouth, his face beaming with joy.

He ate only one piece before putting the meat back.

"Why aren't you eating?" Principal Liu asked.

He wrapped up the remaining meat and said with a smile, "I'm not eating any more; I'll save some for my mother."

Didn't your mother abandon you?

"Later she took me back. My mother couldn't bear to part with me, and neither could my father. But they said that a fool would block the door, so it's better for me to live outside. However, I can go back occasionally. I can go back tomorrow night. When that time comes, I'll bring meat for my parents."

After squeezing the other person's cotton-padded coat, Liu Xiao noticed that although the coat was old, the cotton inside was fluffy, indicating that it was newly made.

"...Then you can have some candy."

"No, I'll keep some for my younger siblings to take back. Oh, I'm sleepy, Grandma, I'm going to take a nap."

The fool fell asleep as soon as he said he would, lying directly on the bed and snoring loudly for a while.

I went up and pinched him hard, but the idiot didn't move; he was obviously fast asleep.

He walked forward shakily, drew the short knife hidden at his waist, and held it to the fool's neck, feeling it was similar to butchering a pig. Pigs are the same; you mix some feed into their food, then one stab and they're done.

The other person won't experience any pain; at most, they'll struggle a bit, then die in their dream. There's no problem.

As he exhaled, Liu Xiao felt his hand holding the knife tremble slightly, and he had to use both hands to grip it.

“Blame me, not my family. It's your own fault for seeing things you shouldn't have. So…”

"Mom, I'm back."

The fool's words made Liu Xiao tremble. The knife narrowly missed its mark and was pinned to the bed board.

He stared silently at the fool, his gaze as cold as a knife, and even the rest of his face had turned dark, except for his eyes, which shone frighteningly bright.

Finally, he put away the knife, went outside, and came back a short while later.

Holding the items he had just found in one hand and a knife in the other, Principal Liu stared intently at the sleeping idiot, seemingly weighing something.

The simpleton ate little meat, and sat up after half an hour, rubbing his eyes憨厚ly: "Grandma, I fell asleep. Was Grandma waiting for me?"

"Hmm. Did you play in the fields with my little Xuan'er today?"

"Ah."

“Xiao Xuan’er said you kept looking at the toy in his hand, and he got tired of playing with it, so he asked me to bring it over.”

He released the knife from his right hand and handed over his left hand, revealing a transparent stone in his palm to the fool: "See that? It's a stone. It glows, and it looks especially beautiful in the water."

The shiny object delighted the fool, who held up the stone and exclaimed, "Thank you, Grandpa! This is exactly what I wanted! Thank you!"

"Ah."

Seeing the other person's simple and honest smile, Principal Liu felt a little apprehensive, but mostly at ease.

He was not wrong.

That's it.

Liu Xiao ruffled the other person's hair, said something casually, and then slowly walked home.

Perhaps because he had exhausted too much energy today, he felt that the road ahead was very long.

Walking along the long road, Principal Liu began to think about what to do next.

The things should be hidden away first, and studied later. In the meantime, just act like nothing happened.

It's still a bit cold, but spring has arrived. The fields can be plowed again, and then some wheat can be planted.

The sow at home is due to give birth, so let's move her to the pigpen tonight.

The third son's son is getting married. There seems to be a girl with a big bottom in the next village. We can let the young people meet her.

And there is...

so tired……

Let's take a break...

Seeds, firewood, wheat fields...

My spouse, my son and daughter, Xiao Xuan'er, Old Huang at the door...

Leaning against a tree by the roadside, Liu Xiao closed his eyes, lost in thought, as if he could see the prosperous future of his family, and unknowingly fell asleep.

When someone found him during the day, Liu was leaning against the roadside like a statue, covered in dew, with a smile on his lips.

An eighty-year-old man's death is usually considered a happy occasion, but the Liu family still wept bitterly and then gave him a grand funeral.

Xiao Xuan'er didn't know what death meant. She just stood with the idiot, eating the candy left by her ancestor, and felt that the candy was very bitter today.

All of Liu Xiaosheng's belongings were thrown into the grave, including the mirror he had kept, as a burial offering for the old man.

Unseen by anyone, the small mirror inside was constantly shining, merging with the old man's body.

When Liu Xiao woke up, he found that he was no longer human.

He became a mirror.

(End of this chapter)