Chapter 457 Your Life Is More Miserable than Mine

The bitterness of life is always relative.

When the light in front of him dissipated, Jiang Bai saw the scene in front of him clearly and also saw the source of the sound.

A woman stood in front of Jiang Bai. Her clothes were a little shabby. It was unclear which dynasty she came from. Many places were torn, and even the patches had been patched several times.

There is no sad temperament about her, and her expression cannot be said to be sad. She only has a pair of eyes, like black holes. As long as you look at her, you can feel the countless sufferings coming.

What kind of eyes are those?

It's like eyes that have seen light and then fell into darkness, had hope but were completely despairing, are numb, painful, struggling and then giving up.

She looked into Jiang Bai's eyes and said calmly,

"My life is so miserable...my child died. He died of hunger."

Jiang Bai noticed that she was holding a floral cloth package in her arms. This floral cloth was more beautiful than any patch on her body. It was obviously carefully prepared for the child, and she wanted to give the child the best within her ability. .

Even though she left the best cloth to the child, the child starved to death.

Jiang Bai nodded, "Sorry, I sympathize with your experience."

His voice was a bit cold, a bit repulsive and distant.

"pity?"

The woman screamed strangely and asked,

"Can't you do more than sympathize with me?"

"If you only express sympathy when you see people struggling in difficulties, what's the use of your power?!"

When the woman was questioning, her voice was particularly sharp and a bit harsh.

The strange thing is that as she questioned, Jiang Bai clearly felt that his divine power was disappearing...

He is getting weaker little by little!

Will we lose our strength if we don’t help others’ suffering?

Jiang Bai just entered here and did not take action immediately. Instead, he still stood there and patiently said to the woman,

"This is a place of testing for me. It is a copy formed by the fragments of the source of the world. I need to clear it in order to prevent a disaster and save many people..."

After listening to Jiang Bai's words, the woman shook her head, "I don't understand what you said."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Bai was not annoyed at all. Instead, he followed her example and shook his head.

"You don't understand my difficulties, I understand. I understand yours, and I'm sorry."

Jiang Bai's words seemed to convince the woman, at least to move the other party a little, and the feeling of power dissipated.

The woman was silent for a moment and then spoke again, "You just need to do me a small favor."

With that said, the woman raised the empty baggage in front of Jiang Bai,

"Please help me resurrect the child."

"Just like you resurrecting Xu Xi, it's very simple, isn't it?"

"As long as you resurrect my child, I promise not to pester you anymore!"

Jiang Bai shook his head again. From the moment he refused, all his divine power was like opening a floodgate and letting out water, flowing crazily!

Even so, Jiang Bai remained calm and said seriously,

"Reversing the yin and yang makes life and death easier, and sometimes it is also a kind of torture for the living.

You just mentioned Xu Xi. If there were no extraordinary power in this world, and if Bianhua and Zhuyeqing were just a normal couple, the early death of their child would indeed be a disaster, but without hope of resurrection, they would choose to look forward to life. We have to continue, even if it is a bitter life..."

"It is precisely because of the extraordinary power and the hope of resurrection, whether it is green bamboo leaves or flowers of the other shore, that I have been wrapped up in this hope all these years, and I can't help myself, neither human nor ghost.

Of course, this is their choice, and they are responsible for their choice. I understand and respect it. What I want to ask is, if I really help you resurrect the child, can you guarantee that he will not die? "

"Xu Xi has been resurrected, more than once, and eventually died."

"How can you guarantee that he will not starve to death again, die of old age, or die of other problems?"

How to view death is a very mysterious and profound topic, and Jiang Bai obviously has no intention of discussing it with the other party.

Jiang Bai just has a simple question:

Can a resurrected person die again?

"Yes... Even if my son survives... he will still starve to death..."

The woman looked a little dazed and said to herself,

"I remembered, he didn't starve to death, he was..."

She buried her head and began to sob. The sound grew from small to loud, like drizzle turning into heavy rain, and finally started to wail. The loud wail was initially accompanied by cursing, cursing heaven, earth, and everything.

But when she got tired of scolding and became dumb from crying, she only had one pair of red eyes. She stopped talking, but seemed to have said everything.

She wiped away her tears, used the piece of floral cloth as a handkerchief, held it in her hand, and looked at Jiang Bai again,

"I don't ask you to help me resurrect my son. I just ask you to let me forget all this. For me, all this is too painful..."

Jiang Bai still had that cold look, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Listening to the woman's third request, Jiang Bai slowly spoke,

"I do have the ability to do this. Compared with the previous requests, this request is a piece of cake. I can't think of any reason to refuse you."

"But is this really what you want?"

"In the eyes of others, I have lost a lot of memories. This feeling is very bad, because I know that many people have died in the past thousand years. I must have had a lot of sadness and happiness. These things have disappeared with the memory. I want to remember but I can't.

You know, there is a guy named Ren Jie outside, and he is about to die. According to him, he and I used to have a good relationship, but I can't remember anything.

Even if we haven’t been in contact for a long time, I still know how much this guy likes me. If we have time, we will become very good friends and we will fight side by side, through life and death..."

"All of this really happened, but my memory is gone. The only one who can remember it all is Ren Jie. After Ren Jie's death... no one will remember it."

"I'm afraid that Ren Jie will die. I'm sad for his upcoming death. I'm even more afraid that I won't even be sad after his death."

“Sometimes, living is a very painful thing, especially when you live too long and have sent away too many people, but you are still alive, this pain will continue to torture you.

In the dead of night, a voice quietly sounds in your ears, and a picture suddenly appears in your mind. You seem to have heard the words of an old friend, as if you have seen the scenes of the past. But when you wake up, you find that everything was just a dream. They had long since It's no longer there.

You can only recall the past in your sleep. You dare not do it when you are awake, because you will collapse. Pain is like the tide repeatedly lapping at the shore. We are not strong river banks, we just keep swinging with the ebb and flow of the tide. of gravel..."

Jiang Bai sighed,

"If you choose to forget your child, no one in this world will remember him."

Listening to Jiang Bai's words, the woman fell into silence again.

Obviously, Jiang Bai made a choice.

She finally shook off the floral cloth in her hand, as if saying goodbye to Jiang Bai,

"you can go now."

"Your life is harder than mine."