bullyxtreme Chapter 172 Dream of a Millet Dream and the Sound of Rain (1)
Chapter 172 Dream of a Millet Dream and the Sound of Rain (1)
Ji Cizhang's mental state was worrying and deteriorating. Gradually, he lost control even during the day.
When teaching in a school, I often forget what I'm going to say, and the class becomes disorganized and chaotic.
But there was one thing he hadn't forgotten.
That's disciplining your own brat!
He couldn't get over his anger without finding a reason to beat up Li Tingyun.
Li Tingyun was unjustly beaten many times for this, including but not limited to when he stepped into the school with his left foot first.
During a class, the students recited "At the beginning of life, people are inherently good; their natures are similar, but their habits are different" in three-character, four-line phrases, in unison and with a good rhythm. Ji Cizhang paced around the classroom, picked out a few mediocre students, and told them to go outside and stand as punishment.
He stood beside Li Tingyun, but did not hear the expected sound.
Li Tingyun dozed off and didn't say a word. He couldn't sleep well at night, so he inevitably "stirred up trouble" during the day.
He didn't believe in the classics, nor did he believe in the inherent goodness of human nature. He found memorizing texts boring and just wanted to sleep.
A shadow fell over him, and he was startled, breaking out in a cold sweat.
He can be afraid too.
There's a saying that everything has its counter, and this reckless young man, who feared nothing, was beaten so badly that he developed a deep-seated trauma.
His father taught him to read from a young age.
She even personally taught him how to write the word "fear".
What a coincidence! The sound of reading aloud filled the air as they recited, "If a child is not taught, it is the father's fault; if the teaching is not strict, it is the teacher's laziness." Little Yuanbao looked up and met his father's eyes. At that moment, it was as if only the father and son, the teacher and student, remained in the entire school.
His fear reached its peak.
I both fear and hate; the more I fear, the more I hate.
Ji Cizhang stared blankly at his son's eyes, which looked like those of an enemy, and they remained silent.
After a long while, he seemed to say something and slowly walked away from Li Tingyun.
He said, "...I'm sorry."
Li Tingyun didn't hear a single word clearly.
But I was truly relieved.
The orderly voices drowned out the useless confessions.
He followed the others, swaying his head and reciting the classics.
He was secretly relieved that his father hadn't used a board to punish him today.
In the past, without bloodshed, how could we let him off the hook?
He was used to bleeding, to pain, and to begging for mercy and dying with resentment.
He was filled with hatred.
He had been holding back his resentment for far too long.
Such a small person, carrying such heavy thoughts, is like carrying two mountains on his back. Sooner or later, the earth will shake and crush him, or smash others to pieces.
He is also like a bow drawn to its limit, as full as a round moon.
Either the arrow leaves the bowstring, or the bow breaks.
Silence or eruption, to be or not to be...
Hmm, that's a good question.
A cruel, dilemma.
Having endured being sold into a brothel, a difficult journey home, and the appearance of a sorcerer as a preacher, suffering countless calamities and hardships, Li Tingyun finally, on that stormy night, with thunder and lightning, delivered a response that perfectly reflected his personality and style—
He chose to live, so someone else had to die.
He and his father had truly reached a point of "life or death."
The sorcerer's frank confession caused Ji Cizhang great mental distress.
He almost went completely insane, mistaking his own son for a sorcerer and beating him severely!
The ruthlessness with which they struck was so extreme, it was clear they were intent on killing and causing death, and it was truly chilling.
If he had let go even a second later, his son would probably have been strangled to death!
Once his mind had calmed down, Ji Cizhang gradually stopped.
First, a scene of utter chaos came into view, and then Yuanbao was covered in bruises.
Curled up in the corner, whimpering like a newborn puppy, unable to even open its eyes.
Ji Cizhang tried to pick up his son and pull his arm, but heard a few crisp "creaking" sounds.
It's likely that some bones are broken, not just one or two.
As Ji Cizhang wiped the blood from his son's face, he discovered that both of his hands were also covered in blood.
He himself is not a clean person, so how could he help clean his child's dirt?
He stopped all movement, suddenly feeling extremely tired. He collapsed to the ground, sprawled out, and closed his eyes. He no longer cared about how badly his son was injured or whether he was alive or dead.
He forgot about it, he didn't want to care, he was too lazy to care!
Anyway, he's tired, he doesn't want to do anything!
When a person suddenly learns that the root of all the suffering he has encountered is not a natural disaster, but a man-made one, at that moment, he does not think about hating anyone—he no longer has the energy to complain about fate.
He will only feel relieved.
At this moment, Ji Cizhang felt a sense of relief.
This kind of "letting go" is different from what ordinary people understand. He neither let go nor took it lightly. He simply exiled himself without any burden and no longer intended to struggle.
He's going to be a lump of mud! He's going to be a rotten person! He's worse than an animal! But so what! So what?!
If you can't stand him, just kill him! If you hate him or resent him, just kill him! He doesn't resist, he doesn't flinch, he doesn't move an inch.
"Kill me..." Ji Cizhang closed his eyes and fell asleep, still muttering, "Whoever can kill me, I'll be fucking grateful to them for the rest of my life!"
Li Tingyun listened attentively.
His father had said many things, but he ignored them all. However, he listened to his father's last words.
Despite the excruciating pain, Xiao Yuanbao crawled outside, gathered some firewood, tore his clothes into strips, and used them to wrap and secure his broken leg.
He didn't know much about medicine; at most, he had learned a trick or two from his mother. When he broke a bone, he would bandage and reposition himself, but he had no technique and relied entirely on endurance.
He has very low demands. He doesn't care whether he can keep this leg or not, as long as he can stand up now!
He wants to walk, he wants to take a knife! He wants to... kill.
Fortunately, once the pain subsided, he could no longer feel anything. He actually stood up, went into the kitchen empty-handed, came out with a kitchen knife, and even sharpened it a couple of times.
It was a sweltering summer day, and he was drenched in sweat, especially his palms. The knife handle was slippery, and his hands trembled so much that he couldn't hold the knife steady. It fell to the ground several times, almost severing his toes.
He knew how fast the knife was.
He thought killing a person should be as simple as slaughtering a chicken.
He pointed the blade at his father's neck and slashed down!
The heavy twilight was brewing a violent storm.
The cleaver clattered to the ground, breaking the deathly silence in the air before the heavy rain.
Li Tingyun failed to locate the person's throat and was unable to control his trembling hands.
The blade only cut through about an inch of flesh.
Ji Cizhang scratched his neck in his sleep, feeling a ticklish itch. "Fatty, a mosquito is biting me..."
He mumbled, "Help Dad kill it. You're a good shot."
Li Tingyun knelt beside his father, picked up the knife, and muttered to himself:
"That's right, I'm very accurate..."
"I take Wangcai under the tree to hunt birds, and there's no bird I can't hit!"
"I will definitely... kill you."
He took over the surgery again.
This time, he earnestly helped his father fulfill his long-cherished wish.
Ji Cizhang could never have imagined that the child he watched being born would be the one who ended his painful life with his own hands and witness his death.
They share similar blood, and stand at opposite ends of the cycle of life and death, father and son in this life only, with no kinship in the next.
Ji Cizhang's soul has been scattered.
It's voluntary.
The least likely one.
The soul leaves the body and dissipates on its own, not entering the cycle of reincarnation, and all ties are severed.
The soul vanished into nothingness, yet a faint wisp of purple aura lingered in mid-air, refusing to leave.
Li Tingyun knelt in the pool of blood, his face splattered red, his hands trembling as he dismembered his father's remains, searching through them piece by piece.
They searched through bones, internal organs, and brains, and finally squeezed out a fat, greasy Gu worm from a pile of rotten flesh.
Golden silkworm Gu.
This is the "Golden Silkworm Gu" that the sorcerer spoke of!
The Gu worm had been lurking in his father's body for who knows how many years, feeding on flesh and blood and eating his internal organs.
A person who appears outwardly glamorous may be riddled with holes inside, eaten away by insects.
It's all show and no substance, rotten to the core, so bad it's unbearable to look at!
His father was already a complete "bad guy".
Li Tingyun thought to himself.
A piercing scream rang out, and he belatedly turned around to see his mother standing at the doorway, her frail figure swaying precariously.
Before Liu Qingxu could even step across the threshold, the blood-stained, gruesome scene took her breath away. With a thud, her limbs gave way, and she collapsed to her knees outside the door, never to rise again.
Li Tingyun scrambled over and reached out to check her breath... The result was predictable; fate never gave him any hope.
Thunder ripped through the sky, and torrential rain arrived as expected. In an instant, the sky brightened as if it were daytime. Li Tingyun clearly saw a blood-soaked "home," and his whole body trembled violently as he retreated step by step.
He gripped the already dead golden silkworm gu tightly, turned and rushed out of the house, running towards the mountains and wilderness, venturing into the dense forest.
He ran forward frantically, the wind whistling past, and large raindrops pelting him.
The wisp of "purple hue" that he had completely ignored disappeared into the rain along with him, like a little tail that he couldn't shake off.
Li Tingyun was excessively tense, vigilant, and paranoid, always feeling that something was chasing him and clinging to him.
Whether it was a vengeful ghost who died with its eyes wide open, or a thunderbolt from the heavens, he didn't know and didn't want to know. He didn't turn back, nor did he dare to turn back. He only knew to do one thing recklessly, and that was to run!
Run faster, even faster.
It's as if by doing this, all evil, karma, and karmic obstacles will be unable to catch up with him.
No matter how long he ran or where he fled, the feeling of being chased always remained.
Eight-year-old Li Tingyun was naturally scared, and he was terrified. He was so scared that he lost feeling, stopped breathing, and even lost control of his limbs. He fell several times on the muddy mountain road, getting bruised and battered. Finally, he broke down.
When people break down, they either cry, laugh, or shout. Li Tingyun is an exception; the more he breaks down, the calmer he becomes.
He calmly went mad.
With an unknown source of strength, he lifted a boulder three times his size with both hands!
Most of the rock was buried underground. Even a strong adult would have to loosen the soil with a shovel before trying to move it. In addition, the soil was slippery on rainy days, making it no easy task to lift the rock.
Li Tingyun mustered all his strength and pried the boulder out with his bare hands, lifted it high above his head, turned around and smashed it down!
"Go to hell!" he said viciously.
No matter what's behind us, they all die! Die!
"Wow woof! woof woof!"
He almost killed Wangcai.
It turned out that what had been following him all along was neither human nor ghost.
It's a dog, a stupid dog!
Two dogs, soaked to the bone, stood facing each other.
Li Tingyun cursed and told him to "get lost," but the stupid dog didn't understand. It lowered its head and picked up the food bowl it had dropped and put it back in its mouth.
At that time, Wangcai was not yet intelligent and did not understand anything about the human world. He only knew that it was mealtime and it was time to feed his master. He carried the food bowl in his mouth and chased after his master for ten miles without making a sound, for fear of losing the bowl.
Unexpectedly, Li Tingyun kicked his rice bowl away!
The dog bowl rolled down the hillside into the dark forest.
Wangcai gave him a resentful look, then quickly darted into the woods to find a basin.
The dog ran away, but the sense of crisis didn't disappear.
Li Tingyun looked around several times, as if some dirty thing was still following him.
I always feel like if I turn my head, there will be a person or a ghost behind me.
He suddenly turned around, then suddenly turned back.
I breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Scare yourself.
Suddenly, a hand gripped his shoulder.
"!!!"
The demonic Taoist chuckled softly, "Young friend, are you looking for me?"
Li Tingyun turned his head and instantly threw a punch, hitting the eccentric Taoist priest squarely in the lower abdomen.
Although he is small, he is incredibly strong. If it were an ordinary person, he could knock their intestines out of place.
The sorcerer was completely unharmed and even kindly advised him to save his energy, saying, "Haven't you already witnessed my abilities, young friend?"
He stood in the heavy rain, without a speck of water stains on his body.
It's extremely clean.
Li Tingyun used all her strength to strike him!
"Fuck you! You're the one who deserves to die! You deserve to go to hell! I'll send you to meet the King of Hell!!!"
His shouts grew softer and softer, his strength waned, and he gradually lost his balance, his legs buckled, and he fell on his backside.
My body is getting dirtier and dirtier.
It's like someone who just jumped out of a mud pit after rolling around in it.
Perhaps the rain was too heavy, his vision became increasingly blurry.
It's a miracle that he's managed to hold on until now. He was beaten badly, his skin was torn and flesh was ripped, and many bones were broken. He also ran all the way, which ruined his legs. He has internal injuries on top of external injuries, new injuries on top of old injuries, and countless wounds inside and out that are bleeding profusely.
But he was already numb, he couldn't feel any pain or itching in his body, and he felt like he was perfectly fine!
So why, why can't he stand up?!
He hated himself for being useless, and he despised useless people the most!
The sorcerer sighed, "I told you long ago, young friend, that I am not the kind of person who enjoys killing. The reason I have come to you again is to ask you to borrow something. If you lend it to me, I will not appear again."
"I'll borrow your mother's head!" Li Tingyun cursed.
He watched helplessly as the demonic Taoist extended five fingers that resembled eagle claws towards him.
Finally, unable to hold on any longer, she swallowed her anger and went to sleep.
Being young is great.
The evil Taoist priest laughed.
Just as they were about to grab him, a purple aura flashed in their peripheral vision, as if something was blocking the brat's path.
He paused, staring intently at a wisp of flickering, shimmering purple starlight!
Surprised, the Purple Star Radiance pierced straight into the unconscious Li Tingyun's body.
They vanished in an instant.
"Ha, how interesting, extremely interesting! That blind Ziwei star in the sky, why does it insist on clinging to your Li family?!"
The sorcerer said "Interesting," but he was actually furious, jumping up and down with his beard and eyebrows flying into the sky.
With a sudden burst of strength, he snapped his beloved whisk in two.
The dust is about to settle; even the most meticulous plans can have a flaw.
He rarely lost his temper, but at that moment, a strange sense of frustration made him extremely annoyed!
It's like suddenly discovering a flaw in a beautiful jade.
Even the slightest flaw in something otherwise perfect can cause him immense discomfort.
With a cold face, he threw away the whisk, grabbed Li Tingyun, and hoisted him onto his shoulder.
They carried it to an unexpected place.