Chapter 19: This Seat Tells You a Story

The young girl was very fair-looking, with a goose-egg face and round, particularly seductive eyes. She was wearing a pale pink jacket, her hair up, the youthful appearance of a first-time woman, and rubbed her eyes blankly in the darkness, looking to her left and right.

"Where am I here?"

Chu Wanning said, "You are in the boundary I have set up to return to the truth."

The young girl was startled and said fearfully, "Who are you? Why is it so dark here? I can't see you, who is speaking?"

Chu Wanning said, "Have you forgotten that you are dead?"

The young girl's eyes widened, "I have I"

Slowly, she remembered.

Lowering her head, her arms folded across her chest, no heaving or beating, she gave a soft ah-ha and murmured, "I I'm dead"

"Only souls can come to the Return to Truth Boundary, where hatred will be erased and the dead person will retain the same character and appearance as before they were born, whether they are transformed into a harsh ghost or an ordinary ghost afterwards, which is called Return to Truth."

The young girl stared blankly for a moment, as if she was gradually recalling the past, and then suddenly her face dropped and she wept silently.

Chu Wanning said, "Do you have a grievance?"

The young girl sobbed, "Are you the King of Hell or the White Wuchang? Have you come to avenge my grievances?"

Chu Wanning held his forehead and said, "I'm not Yan, nor am I Bai Wuchang."

The young woman whimpered. Chu Wanning was quiet for a moment, did not speak, waited until she had calmed down a little, and then said, "But I am, indeed, here to help you with your grievances."

The young girl listened, choked and raised her eyes, and said with a mixture of sadness and joy, "Then you are indeed Lord Yanluo."

"" Chu Wanning decided it was best not to continue the conversation with her and asked instead, "Do you know what you have done since you died?"

"I don't know not really, I just remember I was upset, very upset. I wanted to go and get revenge I wanted to go and find them and find him again"

When the soul is newly awakened, many things come to mind for a while, but it doesn't matter, Chu Wanning patiently asks her, "Who do you want to go to?"

The young woman whispered, "My husband, Chen Bohuan."

Chu Wanning, Chen Bohuan, isn't that the name of the eldest son of the Chen family?

He asked, "What's your name and where are you from?"

The power of the Heaven's Questions is imbued in this illusionary realm, and almost all the dead who come inside will speak honestly with Chu Wanning. The young woman therefore replied, "I am Luo Xianxian, the superior of Butterfly Town."

"Before I came here, I had checked the Butterfly Town records, and there were no Luo families in this town, out of a total of over 500 families. Who is your father?"

The young girl slowly remembered all the details, so the sadness in her eyes increased: "My father was once a scholar in the village, a close friend of my father-in-law, but a few years ago, he suffered from consumption and had passed away.

"And why did you die?"

The young girl froze for a moment and then sobbed: "There was no other way out for me but to die. They cheated my father out of the secret powder recipe, beat me, scolded me, threatened me and told me to leave Butterfly Town. I am a weak woman, where else can I go? I don't have any relatives in this world.

After she recalled the events of her life, she seemed to have an infinite amount of bitterness and sadness in her heart, and was eager to talk to someone, even if Chu Wanning didn't ask any further questions, so she spoke slowly and alone.

It turns out that Luo Xianxian lost her mother when she was young. According to her father, she had an older brother, but he was separated from them during the turmoil at Lower Fairy World and has not been seen since. Luo Xianxian was not yet a year old when her brother was lost, and was cowering in swaddling clothes.

The Luo family was left with only Fian Fian and her father, who were dependent on each other and drifted from place to place, eventually building a cottage in Butterfly Town and living there.

Luo Xianxian was five years old that year. Chen Bohuan, the eldest son of the Chen family, was two years older than her.

At that time, the Chen family had not yet made their fortune, and several members of the family lived in a two-bedroom rammed hut, with an orange tree planted along the low wall of the courtyard.

Luo Xianxian is shy and introverted, and does not play with others. She always holds her Little Ma Za, peels the beans, and now and then tilts her head to look at the oranges peeking out of the Chen family's yard.

The oranges are temptingly yellow, and against the sunlight, you can associate them with sweet and sour fullness of juice.

Luo Xianxian looks on with bated breath, occasionally gurgling and swallowing, his cheeks sore with hunger.

But she didn't reach out to pick it, her father was a reader who repeatedly failed his younger brother, lost his exams but never lost his backbone, and the sour showman was probably out of his mind, always admonishing his daughter to be a "gentleman".

At the age of three, Luo Xianxian knew that wealth and wealth cannot be lusted after and that poverty and poverty cannot be removed. She never reached out to pick the oranges that were so close at hand, despite her craving.

One night Luo Xianxian sat in the courtyard in the moonlight, humming and puffing as he washed his clothes.

Her father was not strong and rested early. The poor man's children are in charge early, and the little girl rolled up her sleeves and dipped her thin arms into the barrel, puffing out her little face and rubbing it in earnest.

Suddenly there was a hoarse cough from the doorway and a bloodied youth stumbled in, glaring at her.

The little girl was so dumbfounded that she even forgot to scream.

The young man's face was covered in dirt and blood, but his eyebrows were untamed and handsome. The two men remained frozen in place for a long time, and finally the young man could not support himself any longer and sat down slowly against the wall, gasping for breath and saying hoarsely, "Some water."

Perhaps it was because the young man did not look like a bad person, or perhaps Luo Xianxian was kind-hearted, and although he was afraid, he ran back into the house, picked up a cup of tea, and handed it to the young man.

He wiped the corner of his mouth and rolled his eyes, staring at Luo Xianxian's pretty face, his eyes glazed over and he didn't say anything for a long time.

He doesn't say anything, and neither does Luo Xianxian, who just blinks timidly, at what she thinks is a safe distance, clutching her hand, not too far, not too close, as she surveys the stranger.

"You look quite like an old friend of mine." The youth suddenly grinned, narrowing his eyes and smiling grimly, with that bloodstained face, it was a bit hideous, "Especially the eyes, they're all round and rolled, they look like you want to gouge them out, poke them in your fingers and swallow them one by one."

Luo Xianxian shuddered even more when the horrific words were spoken in such an uncomplicated way, even with a little laugh, and he subconsciously covered his eyes.

The young man said, "Heh, the girl is smart, just cover it like that and don't keep staring at me. I can't keep my hands to myself."

He speaks with a curly tongue and a northern accent.

The moonlight spilled into the courtyard, and the youth licked his chapped lips when he suddenly saw the orange tree at the head of the courtyard. For some reason his eyes lit up and his pupils shone with a brilliant light, the sheen brightening for a moment and then dimming, before he raised his chin in a gesture.

"Girl."

Luo Xianxian: ""

"Pick an orange and peel it for me."

Luo Xianxian finally spoke, his voice thin and trembling, but without hesitation: "Big brother, this is not my family's fruit tree, it belongs to someone else's family and cannot be picked."

The youth froze, not knowing what had occurred to him, and his face slowly sank.

"I want to eat oranges, so go and pick them," he said with a final, vicious voice, as if he had spat it out through his teeth. Luo Xianxian shuddered in fear, but remained stubbornly in his place.

The little girl is soft-natured, but has the same bones as her rotten-to-the-core dad.

"I'm not going."

The youth suddenly narrowed his eyes, arched his nose, and his face changed to that of a leopard: "Does the brat know who you are talking to?"

"You want to drink water, I, I will pour it for you, want to eat, there are also at home, but the orange tree is not my family, I can not pick, father said, take without telling is called theft, I am a gentleman, to be rich can not be lustful, poor can not, can not fish"

The half-grown girl blushed decently, clinging to what her father had taught her, and finally stumbled over her words, but under the youth's gaze, she was trembling and her feet were wobbling.

The youth is speechless.

If it wasn't so inappropriate to hear such a little one, a girl, say "taking without telling is called stealing", "wealth and wealth cannot be lusted after, poverty and poverty cannot be moved", and "I am a gentleman! "Pfft, he really couldn't help but laugh out loud.

But he couldn't laugh.

On the contrary, there was a strong, rushing resentment that rode through his chest and crushed his heart.

"I hate your kind, the so-called," he propped himself up against the wall and swayed to his feet, squeezing two words from his lips, "good men, gentlemen, great men, benevolent men."

As Luo Xianxian watched in horror, he slowly moved his injured foot to the orange tree, tilted his head up and inhaled its scent almost insatiably, then a red light of hatred suddenly erupted in his eyes and, before Luo Xianxian could react, he climbed the tree and shook it viciously, kicking, kicking and punching.

The oranges on the branch crackled and fell to the ground, rolling to one side as the young man, his smile twisted, shouted wantonly, "A good theft is a theft without a complaint, a rich man cannot be lusted after, a mighty man cannot be bent."

"Big brother what are you doing you have to stop daddy daddy"

Luo Xianxian originally did not want to call out to her father, who was weak and a frail, unarmed scholar, and could not help much by coming out. But she is a little girl after all, and having held out until now she is finally scared and broken.

"What are you shouting for? Shout for your father to come out and I'll cut him down with you."

The little girl was scared silly, with tears in her eyes and water beads in her round eyes.

When the Chen family next door went to visit relatives in a neighbouring village and the whole family was away, no one stopped the little lunatic.

The little madman shook all the oranges off the ground, and not yet relieved, he stamped heavily on the ground, crushing several fruits, and then suddenly, with a sudden fury and strength from nowhere, he leapt up, flipped over to Chen family's yard, found an axe, and chopped down the whole tree with three or two strokes. Then he flipped back over and laughed.

Laughing, he suddenly stopped laughing and crouched on the floor, straightening up and glowering.

Suddenly he turned his head and waved at Luo Xianxian, "Come here, girl."

"" Luo Xianxian did not move, standing still, his small cloth shoes embroidered with yellow flowers crushed against the ground.

When the young man saw her hesitation, he eased his tone and said as kindly as he could, "Come here. I have a good thing for you."

"I don't want to... no, I don't want to go there." Luo Xianxian whispered, and before he could finish his sentence, the young man suddenly became fierce again

"If you don't come, I'll go in and chop your father up right now."

Luo Xianxian shuddered violently, but finally moved towards him with small steps.

The youth squinted at her, "Hurry up, I don't have time to watch you twirl."

When Luo Xianxian moved to him with her head down, a few paces away, he suddenly reached out and yanked her violently towards him, and Luo Xianxian let out a scream that was roughly gagged by something before it reached her throat. The young man shoved an orange into her mouth, without peeling it or scrubbing it, and stabbed it into her mouth with the dirt.

Luo Xianxian could not eat an orange in one bite, the young man shoved it so hard that it cracked and rotted, smeared half her face with puree, while the madman was still laughing, crushing the fruit in her face and shoving it into her mouth, which was trying to keep it shut.

"Aren't you a gentleman you don't eat stolen things so what are you eating now well what are you eating now"

"Oooh no I don't want daddy daddy"

"Swallow it." The youth narrowed his eyes and shoved the last bit of pulp into Luo Xianxian's mouth, a ghostly light shining in his pupils, unnerving, "You swallow it."

Watching Luo Xianxian being forced to swallow the orange, he calls out "Daddy" in a choked, slurred voice. The youth is silent for a moment and then suddenly smiles.

That smile was more frightening than his grimace.

He stroked Luo Xianxian's hair with satisfaction and squatted down, saying gently, "What do you call daddy? Shouldn't you call big brother? Is the orange brother gave you sweet and tasty?"

He said, picking up another one from the ground.

This time he didn't force the orange, he peeled it carefully and cleaned the white silk from it, before wiping his hands, breaking off a slice and bringing it to Luo Xianxian's lips, saying in a soft voice, "If you like it, you can have some more."

Luo Xianxian knew that she had met a psychopath today. She had no choice but to keep her head down and eat the orange that the madman had offered her, the sweet and sour juice melting in her throat and her stomach churning.

The young man just squatted there, feeding her oranges one by one, and suddenly seemed to be in a good mood, even starting to hum softly.

His voice was raspy and hoarse, like a wind basket, and he could not be heard clearly, but only a few words drifted into Luo Xianxian's ears.

"Three or four flowers fall between the pools, one or two strings sound on the shore, the best thing about being young is that you can see the end of the world with light hooves and fast horses"

Suddenly he said, "Girl."

""

"Tch." He grimaced and went to break Luo Xianxian's little face, "Let me see your eyes."

Luo Xianxian was trembling, defenceless, and could only let the young man take a good look at her, running his bloody fingers over her eyelids inch by inch.

"True enough." He said.

Luo Xianxian whimpers and closes her eyes. She was genuinely afraid that this madman would pick off her two tricks on a whim in the same way as picking fruit.

But the youth did not take it off.

It was only the ghostly coldness that spoke to her, "Didn't you teach me the saying that wealth cannot be lusted after and poverty cannot be moved? Big brother also has a saying that he wants to say to you."

"Oooh."

"You open your eyes."

Luo Xianxian's eyes were tightly closed. The youth laughed in exasperation and hissed, "Don't dig that trick of yours, open"

"Do you think I can't pick your beads without opening them?"

Luo Xianxian could only stretch her round eyes, her long eyelashes trembling, tears streaming down her face, the fearful and pitiful look on her face, and I don't know what pleased this young man of unknown origin, but he suddenly let go of the hand cupping her cheek, hanging in mid-air, and then gently, patted her head.

He gazed into her eyes, a tremulous smile trembling at the corners of his mouth, a smile that was seven parts twisted, two parts hideous, one part miserable.

He said, " Linyi there are men, twenty hearts are dead."

Turning around after saying this, his figure disappeared into the darkness and faded away.

The only thing that remains is the wreckage, a sign that such a man, soaked in blood, came here late at night.