The Nightmare Experience of a Useless Person

There were four people present, and all four were startled by the noise. Yu's mother took the lead, bent down and helped Jiang Zhiyang up, saying, "What are you doing? Get up, get up quickly."

Sure enough, a bloody mark appeared on his tender forehead.

"Where are your family members?" Mr. Yu put down the broom, but still held it tightly in his hand.

"I...have no family anymore..." Jiang Zhiyang raised his head, his eyes slightly red, his eyes watery, looking pitiful, like a homeless kitten, no one could help but feel sorry for him.

But only he knew that these tears were purely from pain, but since he had suffered pain, these tears could not be shed in vain!

Jiang Zhiyang exerted another layer of power, "Please!", then gently rested his head on Yu's mother's forearm, a tear slowly sliding down his cheek, wetting the woman's rough clothes.

Fortunately, Lady Qingjun is still young and should not remember his snobbish manner. If she regained her memory now, she would surely laugh at him a thousand times over in the future, and he would be unable to face anyone.

Seeing the mother's troubled expression, the man made the decision first, "Then you can stay. From now on, just tell outsiders that you are my son."

"Thank you, thank you... Dad... Thank you, Mom!"

Yu's father put down the broom and said, "You're quick to change your tune, aren't you?"

Although the process was somewhat tortuous and the methods somewhat despicable, the result was ultimately satisfactory. Those near the water get the moon first, and those close to the shrewish ruler get the kiss first—hahahaha, so satisfying!

……

A house, a couple, two children—they lived like a family.

The father chopped wood and carried water, the mother did needlework and embroidery, and Jiang Zhiyang followed Yu Qingjun around like a little shadow every day, enjoying his leisure. The meals weren't lavish, but they were never hungry. The four of them sat around a table, chatting and laughing, and ate their fill.

"Are those hydrangeas planted in the yard?"

"Hmm, isn't it beautiful! Father planted this especially for me."

"Was it planted for you?"

"The villagers planted the Sunflower because His Majesty the King hoped that Princess would be positive, sunny, healthy and long-lived. My father said that I am also his little princess, so he planted a cluster of flowers for me, wishing me a happy and fulfilling life, and that my family would always be together."

Xiao Qingjun carefully selected a petal from the flowers, gently plucked it, and tucked it into Jiang Zhiyang's hair. "Brother Zhiyang, from now on, we will be happy and fulfilled together!"

Her eyes curved at the corners, like a beautiful painting under the bright warm sun. And Jiang Zhiyang thought that he would keep this painting in his heart for a very long time, where it would remain untouched by water or fire, unstained by mud or dust.

In this dream, the weather always seemed sunny, and no matter what happened in the village, the sun always generously warmed the people on the ground.

"Stop fooling around, Zhiyang, come wash your hair."

Jiang Zhiyang lay on a small stool, letting his mother rub his head. Since entering this family, he was no longer a naughty boy, but a sweet little boy.

"It's good to have more men in the family. The village can get an extra acre of land, and our lives will be better." As if certain that a child of a few years old wouldn't understand, Mother Yu talked to herself like this.

So that's how it is. No wonder Mr. Yu agreed to take me in so quickly. Besides his compassion, he also wanted an extra source of income.

Jiang Zhiyang raised his small eyes and said, "Mother, things will definitely get better and better for us."

"Um……"

It wasn't that he was completely immersed in the happiness of playing house and forgot about his serious business. Every day, Jiang Zhiyang tried to get close to Yu Qingjun to complete his tasks, but there always seemed to be a pair of gloomy eyes and a broom standing upright behind him, making it impossible for Jiang Zhiyang to straighten his spine.

However, if he had known that such a thing would happen that day, he should have acted faster, even at the risk of being beaten up by Yu's father.

At night, the two children had already fallen asleep, and just as the faint candlelight was about to go out, there was a gentle knock on the door.

A group of people stood outside the door, but everyone had their heads down and remained silent. The village chief stood in front of the crowd, exchanged glances with Yu's father, and said with a troubled expression, "Old Yu, we need to discuss something with you."

"Village chief, you speak."

"I walked for five days through the mountains to invite a master from a very far mountain. Now the master has arrived in our village with a group of spirit mediums. The master said that the plague in the village is caused by a vengeful spirit in the well behind the village. Its resentment is soaring to the sky and seeping into the water and soil."

He paused, then added, "Not only will people die, but the flowers in the field will also perish. Without the flowers, there's nothing left!"

He spoke with great emotion, as if disaster were imminent and everything was about to be destroyed. Yu's father maintained a calm facade, but his heart was already pounding; what lay behind those words was something he couldn't bear.

"A wise man said that a little girl needs to dress up as Guanyin; they can use magic to save the entire village... In the village, only your family has a suitable little girl. Old Yu, please help me!"

After saying that, the village chief knelt down, leaning against the doorframe. "Old Yu, please help us! We really have no other choice!"

"My daughter is still young, she can't handle things."

"It's alright. The wise man said that little girls who haven't learned anything yet are the best."

"Then why is it my daughter! Doesn't the Wang family also have a daughter?" Mr. Yu finally couldn't hold back anymore, and Mrs. Yu trembled as she supported his lower back, tears already streaming down her face.

"It's too late! Old Wang's daughter... he was already... sent away last night. You know, no family here loves their daughter as much as you do. We know we're sorry, but please, please help us!"

Upon seeing this, everyone knelt down, looking like they were in tears.

"You're trying to kill my daughter!" Tears finally welled up in his eyes. Mr. Yu didn't know how to deal with it, but he would never let his daughter go to her death like this. What kind of bullshit righteousness is this? Even if they are wronged souls, they won't punish his daughter. These people deserve to die!

"You want to live, and we want to live too!" Someone in the crowd raised a hammer, and instantly everyone responded.

"Yes, which family doesn't have children? Which family doesn't want to live?"

"From now on, your daughter will be practically a goddess! We will all be grateful to her!"

"Please, please save my son! He's really dying."

"Are you willing to kill the entire village for a little girl?!"

"Hand her over, and we'll be grateful to you for the rest of our lives."

"If our village is gone, you'll be a sinner!"

"Please, Lao Yu, please!"

Every word was like a machete cleaving into their bones, causing them excruciating pain.

Later, amidst the clamor and wailing, someone struck first, and the crowd surged forward, breaching the gate of the Yu family's house. The tall man could neither stop anything nor leave anything behind.

Amid the noise, Jiang Zhiyang was half-asleep. He could clearly sense that there were many people there, and they seemed to have ill intentions. He tried to stay awake, but he was always enveloped by a hazy drowsiness, as if he was destined to be unable to resist it.

He vaguely sensed a pair of large hands, carrying a distinctly unfamiliar aura, taking away the person beside him.

Blood streamed down their foreheads, mingling with tears. Yu's father and mother grabbed brooms and machetes and charged at the pack of wolves, only to be torn to pieces.

In the midst of the fight, the faint candles were knocked to the ground, and the dry wooden planks were mercilessly set ablaze. The raging fire that shot straight into the sky burned everything, but it could not burn away the sins.

From then on, the remote village lost a little girl and gained a goddess.