Da Zaojun

Chapter 85 Don’t Forget Hate, Don’t Forget Love
The demon put the two children into his mouth and laughed wildly.

My aunt yelled, “No!”

Then he looked at Song Wuji: "It's all you! It's all you!"

Song Wuji closed his eyes and isolated himself from the waves of stinging regret.

To be honest, Song Wuji traveled through time and space, so he could have ignored these causes and effects. But if he really turned a blind eye, Song Wuji himself would have difficulty coming to terms with it.

"Is everything an illusion?"

The pig demon's voice came: "Only you know that these are true."

The tiger demon said, "I have gathered my people to hunt demons, and together with the Luohu Python King, we have attacked cities and captured strongholds, seeking the initiative and gaining good fortune. I have the king's will, and the Python King has the dragon's energy. Sooner or later, a new dynasty will be established. Can you escape the illusion or the reality?"

"Come on, kill us, oh! We are unkillable."

The tiger demon's bewitching voice came: "Then kill them. They are so weak and incompetent, yet they dare to blame you. What's the point of morality and righteousness? As long as you have no morals, they can't kidnap you."

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Let everyone fear you, let all voices become one voice, your voice... Wouldn't that be great? Holding power, controlling the lives of others, and achieving great things, how can you be so fussy?"

Song Wuji opened his eyes, but did not break free from the illusion. Instead, a butcher knife appeared in his hand.

My aunt, uncle, and the villagers of Songjia Village, who had just been scolding me, all shrank back, their eyes revealing fear: "Wuji, my aunt was wrong. You were right to run away alone... Only if you run away will there be hope... In fact, you don't have to worry about us... Put down the knife! Put down the knife!"

"See? With a knife in hand, they'll all obey you. So morality and justice are useless." The tiger demon sighed, "Why bother with all this?"

Song Wuji wanted to let go of the knife, but found that it was stuck tightly.

"With a sharp blade in hand, the desire to kill arises naturally."

"You know, when killing is a punishment, not killing is a blessing. This is power. Power is very simple: it is the power of life and death."

"Kill those who oppose you, and take away those who agree with you."

"If you put down the knife, you're giving up your power. They all want to pick it up. When power is in their hands, you no longer have the final say."

"No!" Song Wuji shook his head. "You keep saying that morality is useless and have been leading me to destroy it and establish a mind that conforms to the demonic values. You just want to alienate me."

"It took countless thousands of years for beasts to transform into humans," Song Wuji said. "Except for demons with ulterior motives, who would think of denying humanity, denying the true nature of humanity, and admitting that they are no different from beasts?"

"Haha." The demon laughed. "What about benevolence, righteousness, and morality? Since ancient times, which emperors and generals have truly respected these? Achieving hegemony, or just being a good person and doing good things, can't be accomplished by respecting these principles?"

"I won't say any more about these things to you. Just look at your heart. Dreams are both false and true."

In an instant, everything returned to the starting point. The demon was still looking at the human sacrifice with a cruel look, making a conclusion early, and persuading people to accept their fate as soon as possible, to sink into the demon's crotch as soon as possible, and become slaves, servants, and animals.

"The king is too powerful. Even if we have swords, we can't defeat him." A villager said, "I don't want to die anyway. I'll live one day at a time."

"Children are ultimately not as important as us. I think we should just leave them alone and save our own lives."

Another villager said, "My mother said that in previous years, the first to die of starvation were the elderly and children. Don't pretend, it's not like people haven't eaten their children before..."

"Wuji, you have experience in escaping. Take us and run. We will kill anyone who tries to stop us from escaping!"

The uncle looked at the aunt with a fierce look in his eyes: "Old woman, you want to die with the child, I will be the first to grant your wish!"

The aunt wanted to say something, but she immediately held back: "Don't abandon me!" Song Wuji looked at these villagers and found that they had all made up their minds to not care about their children and run away on their own.

They actually have no opinions of their own. They will listen to whoever expresses his opinion first or who is more assertive.

Song Wuwuji said, "There is actually a way. Let's all fight against the demons together and show them our determination. It's absolutely impossible for humans to be tamed as human sacrifices. They tamed us just to prevent them from fighting other demons. But why are they afraid of fighting other demons but not us?"

"Is it because people are too weak and too foolish?"

Song Wuji laughed and said, "Actually, it doesn't matter to me what you are like. You are just my illusions, trying to draw out my guilt! My weakness! To make me realize that this is a road to failure! So that I can surrender, so that I can succumb to these bullshit!"

"Wuji, what are you talking about? We all listen to you! Let's get out of here quickly!"

Song Wuji ignored them: "I will have a knife in my hand, but I will not swing it at the weaker ones. I will only swing it at the demons to let them know that I am not to be trifled with."

"Benevolence, righteousness, and morality can't kill the enemy, but they can restrain oneself. If one can't control one's own desires and allows them to expand infinitely, then what's the difference between me and you demons? I always believe that I am human, and humans are human. I am not a gentleman, but I will never be a villain, and I will never degenerate into a beast."

"Whether I know it's possible or impossible, I won't back down! Now that things have come to this, let's eat. One bowl of rice and one dish, maybe many things will become clear to me!"

Song Wuji took out the ingredients one by one and started to make a fire and cook.

No one in the illusion stopped him, and they all waited eagerly for Song Wuji's meal.

Even the two demons, the pig demon and the tiger demon, just watched coldly.

"I have been an orphan since I was a child. I was raised by my uncle and aunt. I will avenge you."

"This bowl of rice is for you."

My uncle and aunt took the bowl with gentle expressions and said, "Wuji, we don't blame you. In that situation, anyone could survive. Just don't forget us. You'll be walking alone on the road ahead. Take care of yourself. Remember to eat and wear clothes."

"Yeah... Just live well and don't forget us." Other villagers echoed.

"Wuji!"

The eldest brother, who had turned into a wax corpse hanging from the hook, turned around and said, "This dream is false, but what I am about to say is true."

"Hate is something that is hard to forget. It often keeps people awake, but it can also make you lose your mind. It is like a knife engraving that will not fade. It is painful and profound, but hatred will not bring you the strength from the heart."

"Love is also something that is hard to forget, but it is continuous, warm and nourishing, a tenacious force that moistens everything silently, enough to support everything. This is true for small love and big love as well. You don't have to sacrifice small love for big love, because big love is big enough to accommodate small love."

"Just as the same grain can feed a hundred different kinds of people, the same field can grow rice or foxtail grass."

"A struggle based on hatred is destructive and vengeful; only a struggle based on love is constructive."

"Live."

"Live well for us."

The sister-in-law who had turned into a salt corpse said, "Don't feel guilty, don't be weak, you are the best, just do what you feel is right and just, don't care about their opinions, live a better life, and watch over the world for us."

"They don't understand you, but we do."

Song Wuji shed tears and said with a smile: "Thank you, thank you!"

(End of this chapter)