Fantômes à la faculté de médecine Dossiers d'horreur

Chapitre 9

His father betrayed his mother.

His father destroyed their home with his own hands.

His father was a notorious murderer.

His father...

His father was someone he was proud of...

It was his father, whom he had trusted since childhood...

He was his beloved father until his death...

"Why can I see these images?" Chu Fan refused to believe it was true. "You sold that coffin to my father, you killed him, these are all hallucinations you created, aren't they? Who are you? What are you? Why did I come to this godforsaken place?"

After a long while, Mu Yan finally spoke.

"stub."

Mu Yan only answered questions he was willing to answer.

"Here you go, who cares?" Chu Fan was furious. He took the stub from his wallet and threw it on the ground. "I don't believe your baseless stories. I'm telling you, I'm going home!"

The stub lying on the ground was flat, clean, and intact. No one knew that this thin piece of paper had once been carefully treasured.

Chu Fan tried to convince himself that it wasn't true.

He wants to go home.

He wants to leave.

However, when his legs could no longer support him, he realized that all his efforts were in vain.

The truth was too cruel for him.

His world has completely collapsed.

Mu Yan watched the person turn and leave, his eyes filled with contempt.

Ji Yu, knowing that you are such an idiot after reincarnation makes me laugh so hard.

It was worth the risk I took to cross history and bring you back here.

In this life, I can finally send you off to your funeral myself.

Sweeping away witches

In the long river of history of this era, there once existed a prosperous country—the Hui Dynasty.

The rise of the Hui Dynasty was a miracle.

In just three months, they captured the palace with only eighty-one mercenaries.

The fall of the Hui Dynasty remains a mystery.

In the second winter of the first year of the reign of the newly enthroned king, this nascent dynasty collapsed overnight.

Some say that snowflakes were falling over the palace at the time of the incident.

The snow was red.

The short-lived Hui Dynasty left behind countless unsolved mysteries for posterity.

However, the witch-slaying campaign we're discussing today has a long history. If we insist on linking it to the Hui Dynasty, perhaps we can explain it as the catalyst for the dynasty's establishment.

The term "anti-witch campaign" literally means to expel and eliminate witchcraft.

Initially, it was simply people's ignorance that led to blind obedience.

In an era lacking sufficient medical knowledge, belief in witchcraft was the only option for ordinary people, and thus everything was naturally rationalized.

However, when this ethereal and illusory thing called witchcraft transitioned from helping to harming them simply because of an accident, the fear of the unknown began to erupt.

In the early days, it was simply out of fear that they wanted to eliminate the dangerous entity.

As time went on, and the authorities tasted the benefits of the witch hunt, the real killing began.

When the anti-witch campaign became an effective tool for the authorities to eliminate dissidents, a bloody storm descended upon the land.

Tens of thousands of innocent people became victims of this political struggle.

Piles of corpses lay stacked upon each other, and everyone lived in fear.

The decline in population and the severe imbalance in the birth rate led to poor harvests of crops that required cultivation, which in turn gave the ignorant people a reason to persecute witches.

While they may seem ignorant, they also possess a certain intelligence.

If others are mistaken for witches, one's own danger is reduced.

When Yan's grandmother was accused of using witchcraft to curse the farmland to a bad harvest, Mu Yan had only just learned to call her "Mother".

The grandmother was taken away and subjected to a floating trial (Note 1).

This kind of trial is utterly ridiculous.

Although Grandmother Yan was submerged and proven innocent, she could not bear the biting cold of the river, became bedridden, and her illness penetrated to the bone marrow, leading to her death not long after.

Following in the footsteps of her grandmother, Yan's mother became the next victim.

An authoritative figure approached Yanmu and offered a deal: if she revealed the identity of a certain official, all she would receive was a purification campaign, which would spare her from bloodshed.

The mother believed it to be true.

An official was successfully framed by his rivals, imprisoned, and died.

Only when the mother was led towards the raging fire did the unfortunate person cry out that they had been deceived.

This has become the norm, for judges, for ordinary people, and for this country.

Everyone simply ignored it.

After the execution, the charred corpse stood upright in the center of the pyre, unyielding.

Bound hands strangely embraced the blue sky.

The judge seemed to hear a voice from beyond the heavens.

The pronunciation was unclear, and the language was difficult to understand.

People believed it was a witch's final curse.

To cut the grass, you must remove the roots.

When Mu Yan, who was no more than two years old, was tied to the stake, a Taoist priest holding a whisk pushed through the crowd and saved him.

During this special period, Taoist priests who cultivate themselves and rectify their minds are revered figures.

People believe, and are willing to believe, that the Taoist priest has the ability to purify the baby whose head was covered with the placenta at birth.

These babies were ridiculously believed at the time to have a close connection with some kind of supernatural force.

Mu Yan had no idea what was happening until the Taoist priest who called himself Duomingzi carried her away.

A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger.

He merely looked curiously at the pyre surrounded by many onlookers, not even bursting into tears because his mother wasn't by his side. His eyes, shining brightly, were wide open as he gazed up at the blue sky with wonder.

Domingo saved Muyan not out of any noble sentiment.

It was a coincidence, or perhaps it was ordained by fate; he simply went with the flow.

As in most periods of history, what a nation needs is simply a monarch who can adapt to the trends of history.

When Mu Yan in his arms finally started to cry loudly, Duo Mingzi thought he missed his mother.

Missing your mother?

Mu Yan certainly wanted to.

But is simply thinking about it useful?

Yes, he's two years old, he doesn't have that many thoughts.

But the cloud in the sky is another story.

God, manifested in the heart, is thought.

At that moment, Mu Yan saw clouds of light scattering everywhere, heard a gentle voice, felt abundant energy, and realized that his home was destroyed and his loved ones were gone.

He's crying now simply because he's hungry.

He knew he had changed.

What Yanmu did in the end was not a simple curse.

Since people believe so strongly in the existence of witchcraft, let this bloodshed be even more spectacular.

God, if you are an omnipotent God, if you truly exist, then grant my wish.

Mu Yan was unaware of the deal between Yan Mu and the gods, but the revelation he received from that cloud of mist was already more than enough.

He was two years old, but it felt as if he had lived for more than twenty years.

When he was ten years old, Domeiko arranged for him to guard the library.

In Duomingzi's Taoist community, there are many people of similar age to Muyan.

But he was too lazy to talk to people, and always sat quietly in a corner, trying to minimize his presence.

He will make a mistake if he talks too much, and that will expose his flaws.

He was diligent and cautious, yet he never knew what the purpose of his life was.

To avenge his mother? Or his grandmother?

It's no longer needed.

Those who thought themselves clever ended up being burned at the stake.

He had no goals in life and spent his days dealing with books.

Yet, it seemed as if an invisible thread was guiding him forward.

By the time Mu Yan turned fifteen, the persecution of the anti-witch campaign had spread throughout the land.

Trials followed one after another.

The country's economy has declined.