Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

Wen Liang looked at his rosy complexion, which was indeed not as pale and weak as before, and breathed a sigh of relief. She nodded and said, "Then be careful on the road. Remember to call me when you arrive. If you don't have enough money, tell me. Don't make yourself suffer."

"Okay, sis." Wen Yan said, biting into an apple, feeling warm inside.

This was his only relative in the world, and one of the reasons he was desperately trying to live.

Now he has the ability to protect his sister. No matter what dangers they encounter, he will not let his sister get hurt in the slightest.

That night, after Wen Liang fell asleep, Wen Yan sat in his room, closed his eyes, and let his consciousness extend along the connection with Lin Shen's soul, instantly crossing hundreds of kilometers and landing on the land of Jeolla Province.

Lin Shen was sitting in a small hotel in Somyeong City, the capital of Jeolla Province. The screen of his laptop was lit up, displaying a satellite map of the Five Mountains Society's secret base.

As he typed on the keyboard, he texted Xu Suyuan to report on his progress, completely unaware that his consciousness was being shared by Wen Yan.

Through Lin Shen's perspective, Wen Yan sensed the emotional fluctuations throughout Zhaoming City.

Intense hatred, despair, and resentment surged over him like a tide, even more intense than what he had felt in Dawn City.

He could "see" that in the underground black factory on the outskirts of the city, a dozen or so abducted workers were working day and night. If they slacked off even slightly, they would be beaten with rubber batons by the overseer. Those who escaped and were caught were beaten until their legs were broken and thrown into a stinking ditch to die.

He could "see" a woman being abused in an upscale neighborhood in the city center, holding her child curled up in a corner, watching her drunken husband walk into the house with a bottle of alcohol, her eyes filled with deathly despair.

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He could "see" that in the corridor of the city's central hospital, the parents of a child with leukemia were kneeling in front of the doctor, crying and begging the doctor to save their child. They had already emptied their savings and simply could not afford the subsequent treatment costs.

He could "see" the students in the university laboratory, whose research results had been taken away by their supervisors, standing on the rooftop, looking down at the bustling traffic below, tears streaming down their faces, one step forward and they would be plunged into an abyss.

Countless intense emotions traveled through the soul connection to Wen Yan's consciousness. The soul seed at his fingertips warmed slightly, yearning to be planted in the hearts of these desperate people.

A smile appeared on Wen Yan's lips.

Very good, Jeolla Province is indeed a good place, with so many suitable candidates.

He focused his mind, filtering out those with the most intense emotions and the deepest obsessions.

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Somyeong City, the capital of Jeolla Province, is the old town of Bok-an Lane where Lin Shen stayed.

The evening wind carried rotten vegetable leaves and the smell of coal smoke through the alley. The neon lights at the alley entrance flickered on and off. The four red characters for "Convenience Clinic" flashed twice before going completely dark.

Clutching the anti-inflammatory injection she had just received from the clinic, Su Wanxing helped her younger brother, Su Mingyu, whose leg was still in a cast, slowly walk out. The soles of their shoes made a squelching sound as they stepped into the puddles filled with sewage.

The streetlights in the middle of the alley had long been smashed, and only the lights from the distant residential buildings shone in sporadically, casting a few crooked shadows on the ground.

Su Mingyu walked with a limp, sweat dripping from his forehead and down his chin, but he gritted his teeth and didn't utter a sound.

"Sis, I'm fine, don't hold me so tightly." Su Mingyu took a breath and tried to shift his weight to his other leg. "It just hurts a little, but it'll be fine in a few days."

Su Wanxing didn't say anything, but simply supported his arm more firmly.

Today she wore a faded denim jacket, her hair tied in a simple ponytail, revealing a soft profile that exuded a resilience honed by years of life's hardships.

Everyone knows that a very beautiful girl came from Fu'an Lane. She has a shallow dimple on her left cheek when she smiles. But only she knows that this beauty has become the source of all her nightmares since half a year ago.

Six months ago, she worked at a bubble tea shop and was spotted by Zhao Hu, who came to collect protection money. Since then, she has been plagued by trouble.

First, people would come to the store to cause trouble every few days, forcing the boss to fire her. Then, she couldn't stay at any job for more than three days. Either she would be harassed on her way home from get off work, or the boss would receive a warning call and dare not hire her again.

Three weeks ago, Su Mingyu was ambushed in an alley on his way home from school and his leg was broken.

The family didn't have much savings to begin with, and they spent all their money on Su Mingyu's leg treatment. They still didn't know where to get the money for the follow-up anti-inflammatory drugs and check-up fees.

Desperate, Su Wanxing borrowed 100,000 yuan from Brother Hu, who ran a mahjong parlor at the alley entrance, through an "acquaintance." They agreed that the money would be repaid in three months, with interest calculated at the bank rate.

She was in a hurry for money and signed the document without thinking much about it. Little did she know that signing it would lead her into a trap that had been dug long ago.

"Hey, aren't these the Su siblings? Just got back from the clinic?"

A nonchalant voice came from the other end of the alley, and the moment Su Wanxing looked up, her heart sank.

Seven or eight people were blocking the alley exit. The man in the lead had dyed blond hair, wore a floral shirt, and had a scar on his face that ran from his left eyebrow to his jaw. It was Zhao Hu.

The thugs behind him twirled batons in their hands, their malicious gazes sweeping over Su Wanxing as they whistled and laughed.

Residents who had just finished get off work saw the commotion from afar and immediately took a detour. Some hesitated and took out their phones, but when they saw Zhao Hu glance in their direction, they quickly put their phones back in their pockets, lowered their heads, and hurried away.

Zhao Hu had been a tyrant in Fu'an Lane for five or six years, and his hands were stained with the blood of many people. A few years ago, someone reported him to the police station, and he was released after only two days. The person who reported him was beaten that very night, with three of his ribs broken, and was thrown at the entrance of the police station.

From then on, no one dared to mess with him, let alone interfere with his affairs.

Zhao Hu, a cigarette dangling from his lips, slowly walked up to the siblings, blew a smoke ring that hit Su Wanxing's face directly: "How's the money coming along? I told you before, today is the final repayment date."

Su Wanxing pulled Su Mingyu behind her, suppressing her panic: "Brother Hu, we agreed to pay it back in three months when we borrowed the money, and only three weeks have passed. Why are you asking for it back already?"

"Three months?" Zhao Hu laughed as if he'd heard a joke, and the thugs behind him joined in the laughter. "When did I, Zhao Hu, ever say I'd pay it back in three months? It's written in black and white: one week due, principal and interest totaling 300,000. You signed it, what? Trying to renege on the debt?"

"Three hundred thousand?" Su Wanxing's face turned pale instantly. "I only borrowed one hundred thousand initially! And the contract stated three months, with a total interest of only eight thousand! Yours is fake!"

"Fake?" Zhao Hu scoffed, pulling a crumpled contract from his pocket and slapping it at Su Wanxing's face. "Open your eyes and see for yourself. Is this your signature? I, Zhao Hu, have been in the lending business for so many years, and I've always followed contracts. You think you can just call it fake? I think you just don't want to pay me back!"