Occasionally, he would encounter rotten food given by kind people, but before he could even take two bites, it would be snatched away by other beggars, especially his clothes and money. He could not integrate into the beggars in this town.
He began to learn to fight for things with those beggars, and learned how to protect his vitals when being chased and fought.
He grew up stumblingly, and the clothes on his body were already ragged and full of dirt.
The emaciated body wanders around this town.
"Hey, that beggar, come here!"
On the roadside, there was a group of young men dressed in rich clothes.
Ye Wu pointed at himself, and after making sure, he dragged his body and moved over doubtfully.
"Tsk, how dirty!" The group of people looked at him with disgust.
"Are you sure you want to find this guy? Why not find someone cleaner?"
"That's it. Last time I saw him lying on the ground eating something at someone's feet!"
"You, kneel down and crawl between my legs. I will give you this chicken drumstick."
They were carrying an oiled paper bag in their hands, and the fragrance inside made Ye Wu's eyes immediately go straight.
His look immediately made them burst into laughter.
"Did you see it? I said it!"
"Do you want to eat it?" The young man opened the paper bag and threw the chicken legs directly to the ground.
He took a step forward with malicious intent and spread his legs.
"Come on, go get it! Get under my legs!"
Ye Wu stared at the chicken leg and moved his lips.
He moved slightly, and the temptation of food made him slowly squat down.
The laughter of those people became more and more wanton.
"You're so good, hurry up, get in there, that chicken drumstick is yours!"
However, the next moment, the young man's expression changed, and Ye Wu knocked him down, grabbed the chicken leg and ran away.
"Damn it, beat him to death!"
The group of people immediately chased after him angrily.
How could they tolerate a beggar being so offensive?
They all responded, and many thugs immediately surrounded Ye Wu.
Ye Wu was still desperately stuffing the chicken leg into his mouth, devouring it, even chewing the bones.
"kill him!"
He squatted down, huddled together, protecting his vitals, and swallowed the food.
But this made those people even more angry.
"How dare you eat it? Do you really think you don't take us seriously?"
"Why don't you hit me harder!"
"Hit! Beat to death! Haven't you eaten yet? You need some strength to strike!"
Ye Wu didn't know who kicked him in the abdomen, his face turned pale, his internal organs were instantly pulled together, and there was a bit of fishy sweetness in his throat.
What I just swallowed in my stomach was immediately vomited out.
The bones on his body were broken, and the bones penetrated the flesh, and bright red blood flowed out, which mixed with the spit stains, making the young men take a few steps back in disgust.
Ye Wu's eyes turned black, his body became colder, colder than before, and he gradually lost consciousness.
Vaguely, he heard their conversation.
"Master, this man really wants to die."
"Then let him die and continue until I run out of energy! Damn it, how dare you disgust me!"
He could no longer hear or feel anything.
"Do you want to do it again?" A gentle voice sounded in his ear.
Ye Wu was a little confused.
who?
It was like darkness all around him. He couldn't even see himself, let alone where the sound came from.
"I can give you a chance to be reborn. This time you can practice and use your power to kill all those who have bullied you."
As he finished speaking, scenes appeared in front of Ye Wu's eyes. Some scenes included him being whipped away with a whip, others being insulted and robbed of food and clothing. Even the wild dogs on the roadside were always staring at him, waiting for him.
Death and everything he experienced were constantly played and imprinted in his mind.
These memories seemed to have been deliberately carved, allowing him to recall the pain, embarrassment, fear, and despair at that time over and over again.
"Do you want to?"
"Take the knife in your hand and kill them all!"
"When you embark on the path to immortality, these people are just ants. Are you willing to do it all over again? No one can bully you anymore, and anyone in the world who fails you can be killed!"
The voice lingered softly in my ears.
Ye Wu's consciousness fell silent for a while.
"You don't want to? They have bullied you to this extent, and you don't want to kill them? If any of them could have stretched out their hands, you wouldn't be in this situation!"
"Well... they deserve to die." Ye Wu finally responded.
"Then you can become stronger by practicing? Can you stop being bullied?" he asked.
"Yes, you can dominate them in turn!" the voice replied.
"...Then why don't any monks help me? Help those in need."
The voice paused.
"I want to start over, and I also want to embark on the path to immortality. I don't want to be bullied anymore." Ye Wu murmured.
"But if I start over, does it mean that I have nothing to do with them? There is a difference between immortals and mortals, right? They don't remember that they have ever treated such a beggar?"
"Yes, but you remember, you see, they are so unfair. They clearly have no worries about food and clothing, but instead of helping, they add insult to injury. Don't you want to retaliate?"
"Well...so I just want to become stronger, not to be bullied by others, and I don't want to bully others." Light began to appear around Ye Wu.
Lost memories are gradually restored.
He closed his eyes.
"Whether it's a strong person or a capable person, for me, I want to become stronger, but I also want to...protect others."
"They deserve to die, based on who I am at this moment."
"But after my life comes back, if someone bullies me again, I will naturally fight back, but they never provoke me?"
"And I have the ability. If I do the same thing as them, what's the difference between me and them? Someone will always kill me."
The light became brighter and brighter, and finally dispersed softly.
He found himself standing at the door of the first door, with his back to that door.
The memory inside the door gradually faded away.
Ye Wu felt a little complicated.
Memories are disappearing, but the feelings experienced will never be forgotten.
As the aloof Young Palace Master of Qi Jue Palace, he was far ahead of others from his birth.
For the first time, he realized how difficult it is for a mortal, even the most miserable mortal, to survive.
And he was not the only one he met who was so miserable.
No matter how hard you struggle and work hard, you can't get out of the quagmire, you can only sink deeper and deeper.
The feeling of powerlessness towards everything is even more disappointing.
This trial really had a profound impact on him.
After sorting out his emotions, Ye Wu looked at the door opposite.