Chapter 401 I am a muddy quagmire, ideas erode (6k)
Yu Ziqing stretched out his hand, trying to touch the things around him, but couldn't touch anything. He could only watch like this.
After watching for a few days, everything seemed ordinary, but soon, Yu Ziqing noticed a person, a neighbor of this family.
He is a very ordinary man, raising a child by himself, and living a miserable life. He does odd jobs in the city, which is enough to support his family.
However, there will always be ups and downs in these days, and there are also peak and low seasons for work.
A very ordinary man with little education managed to get a bowl of rice with just a handful of strength. Compared to the large number of civilians here, it was actually pretty good. At least he wasn't hungry.
But soon, something unexpected happened. A fifth-grade courtier in the Daqian court fell. It is said that it was because he was involved in an internal fight within the Jinyiwei. Now a new commander has appeared and he has been liquidated.
Who in this small town knows what the actual situation is.
However, the result was that the relatives of the courtier in the capital lost their protection and suddenly had to face a bunch of hungry wolves, tigers and leopards. In just one month, the family's power plummeted.
And this family is a big family in the city, where this man usually works.
Not only men have lost the opportunity to work, but also a large number of people who originally relied on this family industry have lost their jobs.
And as winter begins, the problem becomes even greater.
In previous years, it was rarely cold enough to freeze in this Gandong area, but this time is actually the busiest time of the year for work here, and most of the year's income comes in these months.
There is no chance for work this year, and the weather has become colder. At the beginning of winter, a thin layer of ice has already condensed on the surface of the water tank, and firewood is more expensive than in previous years.
The man went out early every day to look for work, went to the riverside, and then to the county government office. Maybe he would be recruited by the court. According to the example of previous years, although there was no salary, at least he was in charge of food. When he was full, the family You can save more than half of your food rations.
However, the fact is that there is basically no recruitment, and those who need to recruit sporadic workers are all people from the dental industry.
Unfortunately, the man was not chosen.
The family's rations are decreasing day by day, and the amount of food that the family's youngest son can eat is also decreasing.
In the past half month, I heard that a house in the city that burned firewood for heating accidentally burned down the house. The man did not dare to let his son burn some firewood alone at home.
Although there is not much firewood at all, I just burn a little when cooking.
Going to chop firewood outside the city in winter is far more dangerous than usual. You have to travel twenty or thirty miles to get firewood.
There are mountains and woods nearby, but unfortunately those mountains belong to a certain wealthy family.
The life of the man's family is getting more and more difficult. Although his neighbor's family, the girl's family, is also having difficulties, they do not lack a bite of food.
The winter is getting colder and colder, even colder than last year. The men are complaining about the bad weather and continue to look for work. They take advantage of the early time to grab some charcoal ash thrown out by the rich households and pull out some still usable ones. Fire shit.
Unfortunately, he came too late, and the few things he had were secretly collected by servants from a wealthy family and given to his relatives, without being thrown out at all.
A few days later, the days became more and more difficult, and the rice jar began to bottom out. My son was sensible and went to work secretly for someone in an alley. He got some food, but he also got frostbite on his hands.
The man felt sorry for his son, and while wiping his hands with local methods, he also said that he had met a kind person.
Then, the next day, when I went out again, I heard that the servant of the rich family had gone home for a funeral because he was poisoned by carbon while the family was lighting the fire and never woke up.
The man thought of the frostbite on his son's hands and muttered that it was a good thing he didn't grab the fire shit.
Yu Ziqing looked at the girl's house, which was as ordinary as ever but a little difficult. The man's son knocked on the door and wanted to help find something to do. The woman who opened the door was kind-hearted and gave the boy some food.
If the boy doesn't want it, if he says yes, he will work and then he will stutter.
In fact, it's the season and there's not much work to do. I just pick up firewood and fetch water, and then when it's time to eat, I can have a hot meal. And this is because I've met a kind-hearted person.
The man went out early and came back late. When he came back, he opened the rice vat and found that it was full, and there was still half of what looked like a sweet potato on the table.
After carrying it like this for three days, the little boy fell ill and the man couldn't afford the money or medicine, so he gritted his teeth and borrowed money.
After struggling for two days, the boy's fever finally subsided and he was finally over it.
But on the third day, the debt collector came to the door with a fingerprinted debt note and reminded the man that on the seventh day, if he could not repay the principal with interest, he would have to use his son to pay off the debt.
At this time, the girl next door knocked on the door with a steaming bowl, saying that she heard that the brother next door was sick and wanted to bring some hot food.
The girl was a little afraid of the looks of those gangsters, so she hurried away after delivering the meal.
At this time, the gangster who came to threaten the debt collector watched the girl leave and stopped making trouble. Before leaving the house, he told the man.
"Your son has been seriously ill. If you take him away, you will have to pay compensation. We are not willing to take your son away. This is just a no choice. Those of us who work must give an explanation to the higher-ups to save our lives."
rice bowl."
Then the conversation changed and he said:
"However, it's okay to send the little girl just now to pay off the debt, and I can also give you an extra half a tank of rice.
This will at least keep you going until spring, and once the weather warms up, there will always be a way to survive.
If I come back in a few days, I can only take your son away, you can think of it yourself."
The debt collector left, and the man stood there blankly.
He went to borrow money, but there was nothing to pressure him. He wanted to pressure himself, and no one else wanted to, so he could only pressure his son. But if he didn't borrow money or go to the doctor, he would be burned to death. No matter how much he wanted to, there would be no pressure.
Already.
This trouble comes from someone who climbs the pole, so naturally he wants to save his life first.
The next day, the man gathered some information from various gossips he had heard before, and then quietly squatted at the back door of a large building. Before dawn that day, he saw the back door open and a small cart come out.
The ground slipped, the cart rolled over, and the body of a young boy covered in scars on the straw mat fell to the ground.
The man couldn't help but take a step forward and almost walked out of the corner because his eyes were dazzled and he almost thought the corpse was his son.
He huddled in a corner and saw a gangster he had seen before appear, cursing and arguing with others. He vaguely heard something and died in a day, causing him to be scolded and his monthly payment deducted.
The man's hands were trembling a little, so he quietly retreated and returned home. Not an hour later, the debt collector came again.
This time the conversation was much harsher, telling the men clearly that if they don’t repay the money with interest when the time comes, then don’t blame them for being unkind.
The man wanted to clench his fist, but thought of his weak son, and then put it down slumped.
He went to light a fire and cooked porridge, real porridge that wouldn't fall apart even if a stick was inserted in it.
After eating, there is no need to wash the bowl, because the bowl is cleaner than Kabuto.
Time passed and the last day was reached.
The man sat in a daze at the door, not knowing what to do. After an unknown period of time, a voice pulled his thoughts back.
"Uncle Ming, are you feeling better?"
The girl next door asked with a hint of worry in her eyes.
The man looked at the girl, looked beyond the girl, and looked at the alley in the distance, where the debt collectors, Momo Huhu, had already appeared there, and behind them, there seemed to be a person pushing a wheelbarrow.
It seemed to be the small wheelbarrow pushing the body that I saw that day.
The man's eyes were dull, looking at the girl, and then at the debt collector who was gradually approaching in the distance. His expression began to change, and he kept struggling. Then, there was despair in his eyes, and tears suddenly fell.
"Little...little brother, things are getting better a little, a little bit. He also said...I want to thank you in person for the sweet potatoes."
The girl, who was a little dirty on her body and face, said immediately.
"Then I'll go see my little brother."
After taking the first few steps, I don't know what I thought of, but I quickly returned home.
The man was a little disappointed, but he still let out a sigh of relief.
But then, I saw the girl rushing out of the house with half a sweet potato, and rushed into the man's house in a flash.
"I'm going to see my little brother."
The man looked at the girl's back. The girl's back slowly molded into the lake, and the debt collector's ferocious face became more and more clear.
What was also clear along with it was his son's weak and pale face.
He closed his eyes in pain, slapped himself hard, then stood up numbly and looked at the creditor in front of him.
The creditor was just about to say something when he heard the voice coming from inside and gave the man a mocking look.
The debt collector entered the room, and within a few breaths, he saw them walking out carrying a motionless sack.
The debt collector took out a cloth bag and threw it into the man's arms.
"Okay, it's settled."
The man sat slumped on the ground, with a trace of confusion in his eyes. When he returned to the room, he only saw his son lying on the bed, and half a sweet potato fell on the ground.
His son was frightened and asked incoherently.
"Dad, those...those people, tied..."
The man came up, covered the young man's mouth, and said numbly.
"You are wrong. Just go to sleep. It will be fine when spring comes."
Yu Zi watched with cold eyes, stretched out his hand and touched the building, but still couldn't touch anything.
He turned around and left, following those gangsters.
They kidnapped people in broad daylight, but encountered no obstacles. Even the neighbors next door didn't know what happened.
The girl who was knocked unconscious and kidnapped was sent directly to the wealthy family from before.
The next morning, the man came to the back door of the rich house again, ready to pick up some fire excrement, because people had died before, and now the fire excrement started to be thrown out again.
He saw a small cart pushing a straw mat out again. He could vaguely see the top of the head and a bit of red rope.
A gust of wind blew by, and the straw mat was opened a little, revealing a pair of empty eyes, looking at each other with the man.
The man shivered and quietly stepped back. He recognized it, it was the little girl.
A wisp of resentment emerged in those empty eyes, and then began to grow rapidly.
Even though Yu Ziqing couldn't touch anything, he still felt it.
The cart pushed the body to the hilltop outside the city where civilians were not allowed to cut and collect firewood, and the body was buried here.
In the nameless tomb without a monument, the resentment grew rapidly. On the seventh day, a fierce ghost with a red rope tied around his head and full of resentment climbed out of the tomb.
And at this moment, a wave of resentment began to flow out of the ground, constantly adding to the ghosts.
The ghost's aura began to rise straight up, his resentment became heavier and heavier, and his eyes became redder and redder, until they started to shed tears of blood.
Those grievances are all in vain for the dead buried here.
The next day, the evil ghost possessed the person who was transporting the corpse and successfully entered the city.
At night, in the rich man's house, screams continued and flames began to rise.
The door was locked and no one escaped.
Yu Ziqing watched Li Gui killing and taking revenge. He saw the rich man being torn into pieces. Even his eyes did not change. There was no sense of satisfaction in having a great revenge. He just felt that such a thing should not happen.
At this moment, Yu Ziqing fell to the ground and suddenly felt down to earth.
He stretched out a hand and touched the wall, and his hand could touch it.
Yu Ziqing looked around, somewhat sarcastic.
"What do you want to say? You let me see a tragedy, but couldn't touch anything. Now you let me touch it, do you want me to stop it?
Do you think that I can save those bastards in the filthy sea of turmoil, and that I am really some kind of Holy Mother?"
A wisp of resentment condensed beside Yu Ziqing and turned into a black shadow.
"If you want to kill me, I don't want to die. I just want you to see what I stand for."
"All I saw was suffering."
Yu Ziqing glanced at the black figure.
"However, I feel that with your structure, even if you tamper with the character, you will not position it to the suffering of the human race."
"..." The shadow stopped talking.
"Let me guess, after you were deprived of the Tao, you felt that it was too easy, so you wanted to change your way of life.
Just like those bastards who were bound to the human race, you took the initiative to bind yourself to the human race and kidnapped something.
No matter what method you use to force others, even if they can kill you, they won't dare to kill you in the end?"
"Not bad." Heiying agreed simply.
"That's right. You, a guy like you who hides in a stinking ditch like a sea of sludge in a troubled world, can you have any clever tricks?
Even if I tell you, if you position your personality on the suffering of the human race, you probably don't have the ability to tamper with it.
What you can tamper with is nothing more than binding the personal tampering to something related to resentment."
The black shadow was seen through and there was no reaction.
He looked at the killing in the house.
"Won't you stop it? It has indeed happened before, but it is indeed happening at this moment."
Yu Ziqing just watched without saying or doing anything.
The black shadow looked at the miserable situation in the house and continued.
“There will always be stinky ditches and sewage mire in this world.
In the abyss of sinking, the malice and resentment in this world are precipitated.
Without this place, your world would be in chaos.
What I carry is this heavy resentment, the cry of injustice, the scream of despair, and the obsession for revenge.
There must be a place to store these things, and I can easily carry them.
One day, this kind of thing will never disappear.
It's like the malice never goes away.
My personality has not yet been fully formed, so you can take action.
But it's useless if you take action. All you can destroy is this evil ghost.
All you can stop is this evil ghost.
Even if you could kill me, would you dare?
You killed me, and from then on, these resentments no longer have a place to settle.
The most fundamental resentment will only continue to accumulate in this life.
Revenge and fighting will only increase and grow like a snowball.
If you want to stop it, you'll have to kill everyone.
But is killing useful?
I used to think that I was just like other gods, but after I really felt the shadow of death, I found that I was afraid.
I was so scared that I wanted to hide in that mire and be a bug.
Later I understood that I was just a bug and a quagmire, and everyone was disgusted with me.
However, the world just needs a quagmire to keep the rest of the world clean.
Do you know how much resentment there is in this world?
When I actually saw it, I was shocked.
The world of your race is a quagmire with a bright surface.
It is because there is too much injustice and too much resentment that I am what I am now, and my personality began to condense the moment I set foot in this world.
If I die, this quagmire will lose its order and will completely explode at any time."
Black Shadow gave up on himself, gritted his teeth, and directly showed his cards.
Just as he was talking, the screams in the wealthy family disappeared, and the evil ghost flew out and went straight to the man's house.
In the late night firelight, Li Gui dragged the man to the yard. The weak young man in the house looked at Li Gui in horror.
The black shadow pointed and asked Yu Ziqing.
"Do you want to stop it?"
Heiying didn't wait for Yu Ziqing to speak and continued.
"You think this man is dead if he dies, but have you seen that boy?
This evil spirit is so jealous that he most likely won't let that young man stay.
Should that boy die too?
If that young man had not died, he would have been resentful and wanted revenge.
One day, he will kill that evil ghost again.
If Li Gui's family knew the truth, would they continue to come and kill this young man?
You think revenge is right, but it also represents this never-ending resentment.
There is always strength supporting my existence.
Because you can never satisfy everyone, there will always be resentment.
In this quagmire of mine, there will always be mud settling down.
Can you change? Can you change everything?
This has been a problem that can never be solved since the beginning of time.
There are no stinky ditches, no stinky quagmire, and no one to deal with this thing that everyone hates.
Then the whole world would be full of quagmire.”
The black shadow's tone became more and more fierce, and the evil ghost's attacks became more and more fierce. The man's screams resounded throughout the world.
Yu Ziqing raised his head and looked around. This place was becoming more and more real, and he could feel more and more information.
He understood that the moment this place completely coincided with reality, the identity of the black shadow would be completely completed.
Now, it’s a confrontation of ideas.
If he agrees, he will continue to catalyze it.
And all of this comes from his original mind and he cannot change it.
He even understands that he could not touch anything before, but when tragedy takes shape, his sense of powerlessness will deepen and his identification with revenge will become stronger and stronger.
He even really agrees now that the world needs a cesspool.
Black Shadow is shameless and has no bottom line. He turns himself into this cesspit. He is the most filthy and disgusting existence, but he is an indispensable thing.
Even if Yu Ziqing could really do it, he really wouldn't dare to destroy the cesspit of this world casually.
The Great Demon of Perdition compares himself to maggots just to survive.
There is a saying that is right, if a person has no shame, he is invincible.
If these gods were completely shameless and gave up their glory and everything, they would be much more shameless than humans.
During the conversation, the man died.
Li Gui had indeed lost his mind, his eyes were red with murder, and he wanted to continue killing that young man.
The weak young man leaned against the door and stared blankly at the flying ghost. The ghost grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up.
Yu Ziqing still didn't move, he sighed with a complicated expression.
"Some of what you said is indeed true. If a city is filled with filth, feces and urine will be everywhere.
In fact, it is more likely to breed epidemics, which will cause everyone to pay a huge price.
Therefore, a cesspool is needed.
But this is not a manure pit dug just because a manure pit is needed.
It's about digging a cesspit for a better life and to avoid immune diseases.
You don't need to take some correct ideas to cover them all one-sidedly.
I won't stop revenge here, but that doesn't mean I agree with all revenge and killing.
You want to use my recognition to help you consolidate your personality, but you are thinking too much."
Following Yu Ziqing's words, the young man was about to expire.
The young man shed tears and looked at the red ribbon on Li Gui's head.
"I understand. I... am just timid. Sister, I'm sorry. Just kill me."
The boy stretched out his hand and found half a sweet potato that was already dry and hard.
Li Gui's red eyes slowly gained a hint of intelligence, and when she looked at the boy who was already turning purple, her eyes suddenly became complicated.
At this time, in the Taoist court, a little black man with the word "Li" printed on his big head stood in front of the ghost gate.
He looked back at the other little black men and took a resolute step out of the ghost gate.
Under Yu Ziqing's body, the Holy Bridge of Bones emerged, and a small black man with a big head walked down from the Holy Bridge of Bones with his head held high and his chest held high.
At this moment, he was qualified to walk across the Holy Bone Bridge.
Yu Ziqing told them that as long as they did not step out of the ghost gate, no one could do anything to them.
But at this moment, Xiao Heizi, who carries the name of the fierce ghost, feels all this.
Yu Ziqing gave them a way out, and now they will return the favor. No matter what Yu Ziqing does, he will stand by Yu Ziqing's side.
The black shadow stared at Xiao Heizi who came out. There was still power here, corroding Xiao Heizi.
Yu Ziqing stretched out a hand and rubbed Xiao Heizi's big head. He was a little surprised that Xiao Heizi would come out to help.
The presence of this little black man who represents the evil ghost means that no matter what Yu Ziqing chooses or does, the evil ghost will do the same.
Yu Ziqing looked at the ugly little Heizi, and became more and more satisfied with it. He stretched out an arm, picked up the little Heizi, and then looked at the black shadow.
"Haven't you always wanted to know why it was so smooth to seize the Dao?
Let me tell you the truth, because those who are enlightened will get many help, while those who are unjust will receive little help.
It's because they chose me on their own initiative, not because I forced them to do something.
And my existence is your biggest flaw."
Yu Ziqing flicked his wrist, and a razor blade appeared.
The black shadow stood on the spot, looking like he would be killed at the slightest sign. He chuckled, and then it turned into a laugh.
"You agree with me, no matter how much you agree with me, you can't kill me."