blood,
Wound,
All the grime vanished at that moment, and Kayako's white dress regained its color. Jiang Fan saw her true face—an ordinary girl's face. While not particularly beautiful, she was certainly not ugly. However, her long hair hanging down in front gave her a somewhat gloomy aura.
She knelt there, a stark contrast to her previous bloody and terrifying appearance, a world apart from heaven and hell.
She faced Jiang Fan, who was standing there.
He said,
"Why is my life so unfortunate? As a child, I was always ostracized by my classmates. Wherever I went, silence fell. Wherever I went, gloom settled in. Everyone avoided me, even my parents rarely smiled when they saw me. The girl I liked, Xiaolin, eventually fell in love with another girl. I thought my life would settle down peacefully afterward, and that my life would just pass by quietly. But why, why did I have to endure so much suffering? Why did my husband torture and kill me so cruelly? What did I do wrong? Just for writing about my feelings for someone else in my diary, did he have to kill me so cruelly? Junxiong, what did Junxiong do wrong? He was just a child. Why did he have to die with me? I hate the sunshine, I hate passion, I hate love, I hate beauty!"
Jiang Fan, who was about to make a move, stopped when Kayako spoke her first words after her transformation. He listened carefully to every word Kayako said because Kayako, who died full of resentment, reminded Jiang Fan of someone—a middle-aged man who had also suffered misfortune and was unwilling to die because of resentment.
"well."
After a long silence,
Jiang Fan suddenly sighed.
At that moment, he suddenly understood why Tang Xuanzang in Journey to the West went to the Western Paradise to obtain Buddhist scriptures. Doctors can heal people, and people can find doctors when they have illnesses, big or small. But what about those who harbor resentment or have souls unwilling to die? Who can resolve their lingering hatred in their hearts?
Buddhism has its own teachings.
So,
How does one attain Taoist supernatural powers?
Jiang Fan looked at Kayako and answered the same question that Kayako and the middle-aged man had asked back then, both filled with resentment and unwillingness.
This answer,
Jiang Fan had been pondering this ever since the middle-aged man's death.
now,
Facing Kayako, Jiang Fan seemed to see that man's face again. It was time; it was time to give an answer.
"In my opinion, everything that happens in this world has its own reasons. I won't talk about your personality or your mood. I'll just say what I think. Just listen to me."
Kayako knelt on the spot, waiting for an explanation that would satisfy her.
Jiang Fan spoke up,
"People experience sorrow and joy, separation and reunion; the moon waxes and wanes. There is never a perfect life in this world. Whether it's flowers, trees, humans, or animals, all things have a spirit. Some flowers, trees, and plants grow in fertile soil, receiving ample nutrition. Others grow on cliffs, constantly facing lightning strikes. But you must know that trees growing in fertile soil are inevitably felled, while trees on cliffs can rest easy. The same is true for people. You only see others' happiness, but you don't know the pain and torment they endure alone in the darkness behind that happiness. Everyone has their own path to walk, but what have you done? You interrupted others' paths, in an extremely cruel way. What do they owe you?!"
"What makes a person human is their bottom line! A person without a bottom line has no reason to be sad!"
Jiang Fan's last sentence was almost a shout.
"boom!"
Thunder roared outside the window again.
Jiang Fan's body trembled, and a surge of powerful spiritual energy erupted like ocean waves. Strands of faint lightning energy, lingering in the world, rushed towards Jiang Fan in the room. The raging lightning energy made the air in the entire room howl, filled with a deep rumbling sound. Jiang Fan's face was solemn, his eyes as black as ink, and a small ball of blue and green suddenly appeared in his palm. The ball crackled with electricity, like a lightning dragon moving around.
"Kayako, you will have to bear the consequences of your mistakes!"
Jiang Fan reached out his hand.
The thunderball roared as it hurtled towards Kayako.
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Chapter Thirty-Seven Annihilation
In the dimly lit room,
Kayako sat there blankly. After hearing what Jiang Fan said, she suddenly felt like crying for no reason.
She blinked.
But in the end,
But only two lines of bloody tears fell.
Kayako's original appearance, restored by illusion magic, slowly crumbled at this moment, revealing her tragic death. She tremblingly raised her blood-stained hand and reached towards the ceiling above, while two lines of bloody tears flowed from her crimson eyes. However, she did not even glance at the lightning orb that was so close yet powerful enough to destroy her.
I saw it.
Above the ceiling is my child, my Junxiong.
He is cute.
Why did I suddenly think of Toshio when he was a child? Why did images of Toshio learning to walk and calling me "Mom" appear in my mind? Why did a pink cherry blossom tree and a meowing black cat appear in my mind at this moment?
Black cat
That's my little black dog.
Could it be that...
This is what people call it.
Do people actively recall the most beautiful moments of their lives before they die?