Anti-theft chapter ~ Thank you for coming to Jinjiang Literature City genuine subscription ~ Jiang Xi used less than an hour to confirm that she was not hallucinating - she really had been reborn.

  It's not too late for everything.

  Jiang Xi didn't ask the heavens why they couldn't just be kind and send her back to before she was kidnapped. Instead, she felt that this timing was just right, and a tiny bit of indescribable comfort arose within her: perhaps it was because she had suffered for so long, but being too fortunate made her uneasy, and just a little bit of good fortune was enough.

  For this tile house, Jiang Xi is deeply etched in her memory. In the countless days and nights of being beaten and abused at Sangjia Dam, she had simulated escaping over and over again in her mind, and was almost familiar with this experience.

  "Xiao Ling, go back and sit properly, someone is coming."

  As expected, just as the sound of Jiang Xi's voice had barely faded away, the door "creaked" open from outside, and the old wooden door in the countryside bounced back against the wall.

  A rural woman in her thirties with hair like a bird's nest rushed in, shouting: "What are you yelling about? Are you all mourning? If you yell again, I'll send you all to see King Yama tonight!"

  A loud clang was heard, and an iron basin fell to the ground.

  It's certainly not like at home where you can have a bowl of rice with several dishes to pick and choose from, and if you don't like something, you can just push the bowl away.

  Congee from a big pot, made with who-knows-how-old rice, with several rotten leaves floating on top. Occasionally you can even see dead insects drifting around in it. It's not uncommon to crack a tooth on a stone when taking a bite.

  Thin porridge, barely enough to keep from starving.

  Not eating? Okay.

  The next two meals continue to starve.

  Those who deceive people will not take pity on you just because of your young age - apart from the little skin used to deceive people outside, the heart in their chest cavity is probably already rotten.

  The iron basin came down, and the children who were still crying just now gathered around one by one, waiting for their turn to get porridge.

  Most of them were like Xiaoling, young children who could run and jump, but they were all quiet as chickens, too well-behaved. There weren't many as big as Jiangxi.

  The kidnappers are particular about who they abduct and won't take just anyone.

  Young girls of her age are the most popular, fresh and lively like a flower. Many buyers want them, they can be sold at a good price; while older boys are not wanted, firstly because they are difficult to manage, secondly because there is no place for them to go. Then there are five or six year old children who are also in high demand, many families without sons rush to buy them.

  It's Jiang Xi's turn now.

  Jiang Xi hung his head and took over the cracked porcelain bowl, for the first time honestly and diligently eating on the spot.

  The woman who was serving congee snorted coldly, apparently very satisfied with the quietness of the troublemaker, and said sarcastically:

  "In my territory, no matter if you were a celestial being before, once you're here, you'd better behave yourself! Listen to me and you'll get food, otherwise..." The cook's gaze swept around the room, and the children couldn't help but shiver, hastening their pace as they ate their porridge.

  Jiang Xi certainly wouldn't argue with her -

  That was something she did in her past life.

  No matter how sharp your tongue is, it's useless against these people who have ways to deal with troublemakers.

  She's only been here for two days and already got her head smashed against the wall, now it's more important to "learn" a bit and lower the other party's guard. As for these kids around - Jiang Xi tightened his already scarce sympathetic heart and pretended not to see.

  "Little stream... have you eaten yet?"

  A soft and timid voice sounded, Jiang Xi knew without turning her head that it was Sun Ting, the classmate who had been kidnapped along with her.

  In this room, there were three others of her age, all girls.

  A female college student, reportedly got high at a nightclub and was drugged, with an ordinary appearance, her already thin clothes had become tattered and smelly from the prolonged ordeal, her hair disheveled and reeking, now sat with her head down, lost in thought.

  However, Jiang Xi knew: this person was absolutely not a lamp that saves oil.

  She had successfully escaped once before, but was soon caught and brought back - if it hadn't been for the college girl shouting loudly to wake people up, she might have gotten even further away.

  There is also Sun Ting, the two of them can't tell who implicated whom, they went out to buy stationery together and were kidnapped together, successfully forming a pair of sisters in distress.

  Later she was sold first, as for the remaining Sun Ting... I think her luck won't be much stronger than mine.

  It seems like it was a long time ago when I think back on it now.

  I'm full.

  Jiang Xi returned the ceramic basin to the girl who was picking flowers, and then retreated back to her own straw mat with a sullen expression. Sun Ting looked at her in surprise, feeling that this deskmate of hers had somehow... changed.

  She couldn't say it out loud, as if overnight the warm and blooming spring had turned into a bitterly cold winter, both cold and hard, with the gloom of aquatic plants that rarely see the sun.

  "What's wrong, Little Creek?"

  Sun Ting swallowed her words, and that dirty little face looked at Jiang Xi in a daze, but only got Jiang Xi's silent glance. She was suddenly changed, and her mind was in chaos, she just instinctively wanted to stick with familiar people, and carefully sat down next to Jiang Xi.

  Jiang Xi glanced at her and didn't make a sound, only bowing his head to think of a countermeasure.

  This room goes out, next to it is a hall, usually morning and evening are watched by people, two patrollers in a group take turns, a total of four men and one woman, each with a good hand strength, she has no strength to tie a chicken, and must not be an opponent.

  Moreover, at night there is another bowl of "added ingredient" congee, after eating it becomes a soft-shelled shrimp, the anesthetic can work for one night, these rascals have been very familiar with this set in the long-term operation of the industry.

  So, it's only at night that the vigilance of the flower thieves, including these imprisoned children, is reduced to its lowest.

  Ke Jiangxi couldn't escape at night, firstly because the tyrannical woman would definitely watch them eat the porridge mixed with anesthetic, and secondly it was impossible to escape in the evening in this desolate countryside where lights were turned off early and there were no vehicles.

  Just as she was thinking of a countermeasure, Jiang Xi suddenly felt an itch in her palm, as if something was trying to drill through her palm and grow outwards, painful yet accompanied by an indescribable comfort.

  She stretched out her palm, but she was stunned there.

  Right on that dirty, blood-stained palm, a tender green bud was quietly breaking through the soil, and this soil was apparently her palm.

  A blade of grass grew in her palm.

  Its body is like a bean sprout, not even half the height of a fingernail, and when it sees a river or stream, it twitches its body as if beckoning.

  Jiang Xi's palm suddenly closed with a "slap" - she was so shocked by this mysterious scene that for a moment, she even forgot her plan to escape.

  Sun Ting was startled by her movement and saw that Jiang Xi's face was not right, and she couldn't help but ask with concern: "Xiao Xi, what's wrong?"

  Jiang Xi shook his head, his flower-cat-like face unreadable, yet somehow conveying that something was amiss: "Nothing."

  It's night.

  After finishing the thin porridge with added ingredients, Jiang Xi leaned against the wall on one side, and only opened his eyes after everyone had fallen asleep.

  She spread out her palm, staring blankly at that sprout of "bean sprouts", the moonlight couldn't shine into this dark and airtight room, Jiang Xi wasn't afraid of people seeing the abnormality on her palm.

  She carefully stretched out her left hand and touched the palm, and indeed felt the soft and delicate texture unique to plant leaves. She then turned to the root, and the stem of the "bean sprout" merged seamlessly with her palm.

  Jiang Xi exerted himself to pull outward, but found that except for making himself pant with exhaustion, it had no effect.

  "Douya Cai" grew a strong and unyielding physique, stubbornly rooted in the palm of its own hand.

  Wasn't she reborn, and would she COS Edward's scissorhands, and later become a plant hand? Jiang Xi thought with a mixture of laughter and tears, but three words floated in her mind:

  "Lotus Heart Grass."

  What is mugwort?

  Jiang Xi was certain that neither in her past life nor now had she ever heard of this name, at most she only knew about the "Bodhi Tree".

  So, is Bodhi Grass saying that the "bean sprout" in her palm?

  Jiang Xi's hands were clasped together, and she thought tentatively in her mind, "What is Pu Xin Cao?"

  It turns out that a few lead-printed characters about the origin of Bodhi grass were forcibly poured into Jiang Xi's brain, making him dizzy and confused. After sorting it out with great difficulty, it was said that Bodhi grass originated from a connected root grass growing under the Bodhi tree in front of the Buddha's gate, named "Bodhi Heart"?

  How did the grass grow into her palm?

  Jiang Xi couldn't understand, and a lead-printed phrase naturally appeared in his mind: "The tender grass of Bodhi, if the Bodhi grass dies, then the host will perish; if the Bodhi grass survives, then the host will survive."

  Jiang Xi was getting anxious, she had just been reborn and hadn't escaped this place yet, hadn't settled her parents down, and still had a long life to live, how could she not survive because of the death of a delicate little grass?

  It's as if having experienced such a bizarre thing, finding oneself's life connected to that of a small blade of grass, has become no big deal at all.

  Jiang Xi's past made her good at endurance, even if she had countless doubts in her heart, she still suppressed her curiosity and only asked in her mind: "Why didn't the Bodhi grass die?"

  She asked coarsely, and the lead type also answered roughly:

  "Air."

  Jiang Xi didn't understand and couldn't help but ask again: "What did you say?"

  "Bodhi grass feeds on human joy, if the host gets one person's delight, then Bodhi grass lives for another day, if it gets a hundred people's delight, then it lives for a hundred days, and with a hundred people's delight, it brews dew to dispel worries."

  "What if a thousand people were delighted?"

  "Live for thousands of days and brew the elixir of immortality."

  "Would it delight ten thousand people?"

  "May you live for ten thousand days and drink sweet wine."

  "What if billions of people are delighted?"

  “……”

  The lead type did not respond.

  Jiang Xi rested her head, her long eyelashes flickering in the night, "How many more days can I live?"

  If her current situation were to be translated into a math problem, she would probably have encountered an extremely difficult extra-credit question. The only thing she can do now is to first escape this cage and then think of other things.

  "Ten days."

  Jiang Xi suddenly closed his eyes, he was only ten years old.

  She couldn't put into words what was in her heart, yet she felt it should be this way.

  She used to only know how to bury her head in books and rarely interact with people, able to count out ten around her, which was already satisfying.

  Ten days, a period that is neither long nor short, she needs to wait for the best moment to strike.

  "What is Jioulu?"

  The night is long, the river creek is boring, so she might as well ask the question that has been on her mind all along. As the saying goes, "Great difficulties do not kill, there must be good fortune afterwards." She patted her arm heavily, perhaps heaven will open its eyes?

  The lead character in his mind took half a day to surface:

  "Relieving Worry Dew, as the name suggests, removes additional debuffs from the body, stubborn diseases are unbearable."

  Jiang Xi suddenly opened his eyes, "What if it's a hypnotic drug?"

  "Okay."

  Every word counts.

  Jiang Xi felt like he had found a breakthrough.

  There is a way.

  Jiang Xi stroked the soft and fluffy leaves with her palm, waiting for the lead-printed words to continue.

  "Owe one hundred, repay two hundred."

  Jiang Xi has a bit of a toothache.

  Popularity is an intangible thing that can't be seen or touched, how did she manage to get so many people's liking? She isn't even a renminbi (RMB), yet everyone loves her.

  In my past life, I was trapped in a mountain valley where birds don't even shit for many years. The rivers and streams didn't even have a rope to hang myself with, all because I believed in the iron law of "the boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridgehead". At this time, I also had many debts but wasn't worried, just thinking about escaping from this den of thieves first.

  The soft snoring sound of Sun Ting by her ear was annoying, Jiang Xi turned over and silently closed her eyes.

  Conscience...

  It's better to have less conscience in many cases.

  Jiang Xi didn't want to look at Sun Ting's face, but somehow her heart felt heavy as if it was tied to a stone, making her pant uncontrollably.

  Jiang Xi turned over again.

  The sound of playing cards outside the hall is intermittent, for these flower boys, except for the work of negotiating with the next house every half month, most of the time is idle.

  The effect of the anesthetic gradually took hold, and Jiang Xi slightly closed his eyes, silently thinking about his troubles. Before he had fallen asleep, the large gate was pushed open from outside with a "creak", and a black shadow stumbled in heavily, accompanied by a scolding voice, and fell onto the grass mat beside Jiang Xi.

  Jiang Xi suddenly opened his eyes.

  It was late at night, with only a faint light shining through the crack in the door.

  The black shadow just now had shrunk into a ball, his body slightly trembling, if not for the heavy breathing that still showed signs of life, he would have been no different from a dead person.

  Even if they ate "added material" porridge, several children were still awakened by the commotion.

  They habitually glanced over at the riverbank and then turned over and continued sleeping.

  In this place where dawn and dusk are not guaranteed, no one has any extra kindness to spare for others - even if they are still innocent children, they have all been prematurely matured by fear and anxiety.

  Logically, in the darkness of Jiang Xi's past decade or so, this memory should be too insignificant to be remembered, but she found that she remembered it very clearly.

  She was very clear about who was being pushed forward, a teenager who should still be in junior high school, with a delicate and beautiful face like a doll, but with an extremely arrogant temperament, disobedient and often called out by that group of hoodlums for separate discipline.

  Needless to say, this kid must have been beaten up again outside and probably can't move for several days.

  Jiang Xi gathered up that pitifully small conscience of his, just about to close his eyes again, when the tip of his nose picked up a familiar musky scent.

  If she were still the naive high school student from her past life, she probably wouldn't be able to smell this kind of thing. But Jiang Xi wasn't that person anymore. After going through those dark days, she knew all too well what this was.

  This is the source of all evil, it is the root of men's calamity.

  Jiang Xi thought of it and felt nauseous, for a moment he was shocked by the fleeting thought in his mind and couldn't move: this child was actually...

  Bastard.

  Jiang Xi cursed in a low voice.

  Details that I didn't understand before suddenly became clear.

  No wonder every time he's scolded and sent back, this kid has to lie in bed for many days without getting up.

  This world is often more sinister than one can imagine. Jiang Xi felt a chill run down his spine, and he knew that he was able to stay safe and sound here only because he was a virgin. No wonder the female flower arranger had asked him to undress for inspection when he first arrived - a good-looking virgin could fetch a high price and was considered top-notch goods, and these male flower arrangers wouldn't dare touch him.

  Jiang Xi closed his eyes silently, his heart churning violently.

  The effect of the anesthetic took hold and she finally couldn't hold on, gradually falling into a deep sleep.

  Jiang Xi was woken up by a loud clanging sound.

  Here, of course, there is no fuss about brushing teeth or washing faces. Except for the day before being sent out, when they can get a clean set of clothes and wash up, at other times, everyone has messy hair and dirty faces.

  Jiang Xi got up and led the porridge while glancing at the side.

  The little boy was still curled up and lying there, unconscious.

  The porridge vendor had been replaced by a young man in his early twenties, with a square face and thick lips, looking rather silly.

  Jiang Xi knew that this young man was brought by his fellow villagers and it was his first time doing this kind of thing, his conscience had not been dulled yet.

  In his past life, he had let him off the hook by turning a blind eye - and now, in this life, the key to his escape would once again depend on this young man.

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