Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Chapter 130 Don't ask me how sour a hawthorn is

Chapter 130

After understanding the hidden meaning of the name "Chu Sheng," Sui Zhi pondered further—

Tomorrow night or tomorrow evening?

Could this mean that the realization came too late?

Those who have read this far are basically starting to guess that Ming Chi must be the protagonist.

Because she has too much resentment, too many regrets, and too many mysteries surrounding her. Most importantly, she is involved in too many storylines.

Of course, the most important reason is that there has never been a character with Mingchi's style in storybooks. If Mr. Wuyu created such a character and did not make him the protagonist, it would be a waste of talent.

Even after witnessing Ming Chi's flamboyant madness, recalling those protagonists who wore the word "justice" on their faces always feels bland.

Those commonplace character portrayals are not necessarily bad.

Like a cup of clear tea, it is often mild, elegant, and upright, without any flaws, making people willing to get close, like an old friend with whom you can drink and chat.

Even those who are somewhat individualistic are often loyal, straightforward, and quick to rally their friends.

In contrast, Mingchi was completely different.

She is not someone you can easily approach; on the contrary, she pushes everyone away.

She was like a glass of strong liquor, fiery and scorching like a raging fire, billowing with thick smoke, with an uncompromising quality that could bring tears to your eyes.

It is passionate, but also unapproachable.

After some thought, Li Yi couldn't find a protagonist similar to Ming Chi.

As he continued reading, he was slightly startled. Ming Chi was actually going to offer a sacrifice to the Fire of No Return?

He didn't know what the Fire of No Return was, but he always understood the word "sacrifice." Could it be... that he had lost all his cultivation and could only be a menial servant because of this?

Although I knew the protagonist wouldn't die, seeing the word "Kill!" and witnessing her using all her strength to shatter the glass jade still brought me sadness.

Because of his knowledge, he also understood more—

The fire of folly burned away all those who came out of greed, knowing she was wronged. Does this mean it can only burn those with delusions in their hearts?

If that's the case, how could Ming Chi, who can manipulate the flames of innocence without burning himself, be a bad person?

This speechless man didn't even bother to clearly state who was right and who was wrong; he could only rely on guesswork to find reasons for her innocence bit by bit.

Li Yi had read too many books of sages and was himself a gentleman. He inevitably paid more attention to the good and evil character of the characters in the books. For example, he admired Zhou Zhi, who asked his master to draw his sword for the sake of the common people.

If Mingchi were truly a bad person, he might not say much, but he would never read this storybook again.

It's frustrating when people have different opinions.

Madam Sun, standing to the side, didn't care about any of that.

To be honest, she didn't really admire Zhou Zhi that much. She thought he was just a lucky young man who, without those fortuitous encounters, would have died in the martial world long ago, given his meddlesome and naive nature.

It was precisely because Mr. Wuyu's plot was novel that she loved it so much.

But this Mingchi is different!

She seemed much more energetic, radiating a kind of exhilarating determination to never be bullied.

Regardless of good or evil, as long as one has a clear conscience, the one who is wrong is the people of the world.

Upon reading the description of Ming Chi sacrificing himself to ignite the flames of injustice, Madam Sun seemed able to visualize the scene—

Surrounded by flames, a woman covered in wounds laughed wildly, her long hair flying, like a demon that everyone wanted to kill.

Madam Sun snorted.

These hypocrites only wave the banner of justice to cover up their despicable behavior. They don't even dare to fight one-on-one. How can they be worthy of letting Ming Chi risk his life?

Once Mingchi conceals his identity and becomes a menial servant, embarking on that invincible path, he will surely rise to the top of the world, and no one will dare to bully him anymore!

Thinking this, she continued reading—

"what?!"

Madam Sun let out the same exclamation that Manager Li had made that day.

Manager Li, sitting next to the table, smiled smugly and waved slightly, signaling his servants to prepare hawthorns to be served at any time.

Lady Sun could not believe such an ending.

How could a character described with so much detail die so easily?

She quickly flipped backward, and her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, settled down again.

A chorus of surprised and doubtful voices filled the air, along with Manager Li's cheerful chuckle, urging everyone to continue reading.

They saw everything that had happened before as if it were all a dream.

After waking up, everything returned to how it was at the beginning. Mingchi's older sister pushed open the door and, smiling, popped a hawthorn into her mouth.

Seeing Mingchi's incredulous stunned expression and her tear-blurred vision.

Those feelings of resentment and indignation seem... capable of returning.

The image of the madwoman who died in the flames and the little girl crying in her sister's arms, saying "the hawthorn is so sour," are combined into one, making one's eyes sting with tears.

Sui Zhi put down the storybook in her hand with a sense of loss, and the servant next to her quietly placed a plate of hawthorns on the table.

Looking at the bright red hawthorns, she seemed to see again that tragic figure engulfed in flames...

Sui Zhi's eyes stung a little, and she unconsciously picked up a hawthorn and put it in her mouth.

With a gentle bite, the sour taste of hawthorn instantly spreads, and it doesn't disappear but instead becomes more and more intense, so sour it's almost bitter.

She could no longer control her emotions, and tears streamed down her face.

"Waaaaah... Hawthorn berries are so sour..."

She recalled the pain and setbacks she had experienced, the people she had lost, and the things that could never be undone.

It seems that the sourness of hawthorn can help release these emotions.

As Sui Zhi chewed, she suddenly paused for a moment.

I don't think I've experienced much pain or setbacks, nor have I lost anyone very important, and I don't seem to have any particular regrets...

But I still want to cry!

Seeing that everyone had eaten hawthorns, and even some people's "sad" expressions had changed, Manager Li stood up with satisfaction.

He coughed and composed himself.

With endless sighs and sorrow on his face, he said:

"Ladies and gentlemen, this evaluation meeting is not an evaluation meeting."

"It was just a hawthorn feast."

"The reason I invited you all here is simply to taste this hawthorn and see just how sour it is."

"Don't ask me how sour a hawthorn is; you have to swallow it with tears in your eyes!"

Only a few people in the room cried their eyes out; most people felt a lump in their throats, purely from the sourness of the hawthorns.

But after Manager Li's emotional words, some people actually got teary-eyed.

Madam Sun rubbed her eyes hard and cursed:

"You, Manager Li, how could you serve such sour hawthorns to your guests!"

Manager Li naturally knew she wasn't angry, so he sighed and agreed, saying:

"It was my fault. After reading Mr. Silent's new storybook that day and tasting this hawthorn, I couldn't wait to share it with everyone."

"Come on, bring the wine!"

"Let's have a good talk today and enjoy ourselves to the fullest!"