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Chapter 199 Useless Person

Grass! A type of plant.

Yun Fuzhao watched helplessly as he turned into an unidentified mass.

No, what happened?

Even in death, can't one depart with dignity?

Yun Fuzhao shed bitter tears.

Just as she was silently lamenting her short but busy life, a series of "click-clack" sounds came from behind her.

Yun Fuzhao saw a little boy with a fair complexion running towards her.

He excitedly squatted down in front of her, grabbed her with his soft, white hands and patted her, then scooped up some of his white frost and snow and piled it on her body.

Yun Fuzhao then realized that she seemed to have turned into snow.

The child will most likely use her to build a snowman.

Yun Fuzhao observed him; his little face was red from the cold, and his hands had turned into braised pork trotters as he huffed and puffed while grabbing snow.

"Ji Zhi."

A man's voice came from inside.

Yun Fuzhao saw the child's face turn deathly pale, and he stood up shakily. With that movement, Yun Fuzhao also saw the tall, imposing man.

There was a child standing next to him, who was staring coldly in this direction.

"What are you doing?"

The little boy named Ji Zhi had his hands behind his back, his head down, looking like he had done something wrong.

He seemed terrified and didn't dare say a word.

The man repeated coldly, "Tell me, what are you doing?"

Ji Zhi was so frightened that his legs trembled. After a long while, he finally managed to say, "I'm building...building a snowman..."

The child standing next to the man scoffed, "Foolish."

The man's face suddenly turned cold, and he said angrily, "Who gave you permission to do this? Have you completed the task I assigned you?"

Ji Zhi lowered her head, tears streaming down her face, "I'm so sorry..."

"Since you don't follow the rules, you should know the consequences."

The man raised his hand, and a burly man stepped forward and dragged him away menacingly.

Ji Zhi burst into tears, her cries almost piercing her eardrums.

Yun Fuzhao was somewhat confused. Was this a dream or something else? Was she already dead? And who were these people?

Just as she was completely confused, the scene changed, and she became a ghost again, floating in the air.

She saw Ji Zhi, who was older than before, but could be seen to be a young boy.

He sat in front of the bronze mirror, quietly applying medicine to himself.

Yun Fuzhao saw that his body was covered with crisscrossing scars, both new and old. It was a shocking sight.

It seems he suffered quite a few injuries during his upbringing.

"Da da--"

Just as Ji Zhi lowered his eyes to wrap the gauze, Yun Fuzhao saw a brown deer run in and affectionately nuzzle its head against Ji Zhi's neck.

Ji laughed so hard he leaned back, "Haha, stop it, Ping An, it tickles..."

Yun Fuzhao floated in front of him, and Ji Zhi held the little deer with a smile in his eyes. The gloomy mood it had felt before coming vanished instantly, and its joyful appearance was just like when Yun Fuzhao first met it.

He had the same expression when he saw snow back then.

Yun Fuzhao looked thoughtfully at the brown deer.

Lian Sheng said that it would only have its wish granted after passing the test of the divine deer. Could this be the test he was referring to?

But based on the current situation, she had no idea what the test was.

Is the meeting of rites the key to passing the test?

The following scenes mostly consist of him cultivating and playing with the deer.

Yun Fuzhao frantically memorized details, wondering what would happen if the test involved questions and answers, such as what color Ji Zhi's clothes were.

"Ji Zhi."

That extremely imposing man reappeared.

It was clear that Ji Zhi was still afraid of him. Hearing his voice, her body tensed up instantly.

"You've been doing very well lately."

A rare smile appeared on the man's face. "Keep it up."

Ji Zhi seemed surprised by the man's words. He paused for a moment, then his expression relaxed. "Thank you, Father!"

Good heavens, this man is actually his father.

Yun Fuzhao recalled the first time he saw him; his eyes were fierce and menacing, clearly indicating that he wanted to kill him.

Let alone him, even Yun Fuzhao, an outsider, felt uneasy looking at him. His gaze was gloomy and cold; one couldn't feel that way without having taken several lives on their hands.

"Let's have dinner together later. It's been a long time since we've sat down together and had a proper chat."

Ji Zhi's eyes brightened slightly. "Really?"

"Well, really."

Yun Fuzhao could tell that although he feared this father, he still respected and admired him in his heart.

To Yun Fuzhao's surprise, the little boy from before was also there, and the three of them sat together, chatting and laughing.

The man placed a piece of braised pork into Ji Zhi's bowl, saying, "Try your father's cooking."

Ji Zhi was flattered and his voice rose with joy, "Thank you, Father."

He stuffed the braised pork into his mouth, chewed for a moment, and said softly, "Why does it not taste like pork? It's so tough..."

The man smiled slightly, "Is that so? Perhaps it's because it wasn't pork to begin with."

Ji was taken aback and looked at the man. "If it's not pork, then what is it?"

The man said meaningfully, "What do you think?"

The air suddenly froze, and Ji Zhi stared blankly at him, trying to discern something from the man's eyes.

The color drained from Ji Zhi's face instantly, and he jumped up and ran back to his room without a second thought.

Yun Fuzhao heard him calling out "Peace, peace..." again and again.

He searched the entire house and even went to the place where Ping An usually stayed, but he couldn't find it anywhere.

He kept shouting, his voice choked with sobs, eventually turning into a heavy cry.

Ji Yi tripped over the stone steps without noticing and fell to the ground with a thud. He lay there, his fingers clenched tightly.

"Safety……"

The man walked over slowly with the child.

Ji Zhi raised his head, his face streaked with tears. As if clinging to his last shred of hope, he asked, "Father, why did you do this...?"

The man looked down at him, his eyes filled with bloodthirsty cruelty. "Ji Zhi, you must remember, once you have something you care about, you will have a fatal flaw. I'm helping you."

Ji Zhi stared intently at him. "That's the only thing my mother left me."

"Your mother is also a useless person."

The man's tone was calm and even: "Useless things don't need to be kept."

For some unknown reason, Ji Zhi's eyes flashed, and he cautiously asked, "Mother, she..."

The man was unconvinced. "I killed her. She wasn't exactly my weakness, but I hate being threatened. So, I had to eliminate this threat."

"..."

Yun Fuzhao couldn't believe what she was hearing; she felt a sense of powerlessness, as if she couldn't even reach into the screen with her hand.

Ji Zhi's tears had dried, but they were still mixed with the mud he had gotten from falling, making him look quite disheveled.

He stared at the man for a long time, and after a long while, he lowered his head as if his spine had been broken, and whispered, "I understand, Father."