After the locust disaster, my fairy reincarnation identity was exposed

Xiang Ci glared at Xiang Ling with his lips curled up and red eyes. He was furious, and his resentment was even worse than Xiang Ling's.

Xiang Ling accepted Xiang Ci's resentment and suppressed his own resentment: "I didn't let you read it, and I didn't write it, so don't glare at me."

Xiang Ci hummed and looked away, his eyes still red.

Xiang Wan also lost his face: "I didn't expect this ending."

Xiang Ling's voice was a little low: "The so-called resurrecting the corpse twice was just an assumption that she was on her deathbed after being raped. Was she so desperate at that time?"

"It's too much. How could such a perverted author come up with such a depressing and perverted ending." Xiang Ci wiped away her tears with dissatisfaction, "The script is just imagination, why not give her a good ending?"

"It is too cruel to write at the end that all this was just a beautiful imagination she had before her death."

"No wonder she lived a peaceful life after resurrecting the corpse twice. She was desperate at the time and all she wanted was to survive, not to get rich or get revenge."

The entire novel tells about the life of a wealthy daughter three times. Except for the first time she fell in love with a poor scholar and eloped, the second and third times were all ordinary days with no fight or competition.

It's not that she doesn't want to live a good life, it's that she doesn't dare, she just wants to live.

But this wish is destined not to be realized.

"Before she died, she thought that her family was killed by a poor scholar, but she didn't take revenge. It was because her family had treated her badly. She was a little resentful before she died, so she thought like this, right?" Xiang Wan's voice was very soft. As if he was afraid of scaring the rich man in the book.

Xiang Ling closed the notebook, patted her palms lightly, and looked into the distance: "Everyone has different ideas. She is not us, and what we say is not what she thinks in her heart."

"But the author must be a woman."

Xiang Ling pointed out the author's name in the storybook to them: "I know the cold in my life."

Xiang Ci leaned over with a puzzled look on his face: "I know Han for a long time, how could I tell it's a woman? What if it's a man?"

"Women want one life, men want eternity." Xiang Wan said lightly, "Women want to know my heart, men want to follow my heart."

"A woman should be like a man drinking water, knowing whether it is hot or cold. If she doesn't get it, she will feel cold and sad."

"A man should know the wind and understand his mind. He should put himself first. If he wants it, he should throw it away as soon as he wants. Only then will he not cherish it."

Xiang Ci was stunned after hearing the explanation. She never thought that such an explanation could be given.

But thinking about it, it seems to make sense.

Xiang Ci asked cautiously: "Now, do you think this book really contains what she has experienced?"

She didn't want to, didn't want to admit it.

Xiang Wan glanced at Xiang Ling.

Xiang Ling gently smoothed the cover of the storybook with his hand: "I only have a storybook written by Ishi Zhihan here. The resentment and plainness in it make me feel that she has been raped in real life."

She raised her head slightly to look at the sky, then slowly lowered her eyes, with sadness in her reddish eyes: "That part made me feel sad."

Xiang Ci was stunned.

Such a talented girl has been ruined and cannot take revenge. Is it because she has to worry about her disciples and status?

She was so scrupulous that she couldn't even commit suicide, so she would resurrect her corpse twice to accuse her of grievances, anger, and her powerlessness.

"We should think this way, this is just a story book for people's entertainment, and it should not be taken seriously." Xiang Ci said cheerfully, "The reason why she can arouse our emotions is because of her good literary talent, not because of This could be a true story."

She laughed dryly: "Let's stop being so sentimental. It's just a storybook. Why do we still take it seriously?"

Xiang Wan opened the storybook in his hand: "You're absolutely right, it's just a storybook. Maybe the person who wrote the storybook is a man?"

Overturning everything I said before, just because I don’t want what is written in the book to happen in real life.

Xiang Ci held the conversation book in his hand and read it, but could not read a word anymore.

She lives in Xiangjia Village, an ordinary mountain village. Although she is not extremely wealthy, she is the best in every aspect.

But there are thousands of girls in this world who are like rich girls, trapped in a world, and they hate that even though they are talented, they cannot escape from the high-walled compound.

In this feudal society where men are supreme, they struggle hard and are nothing more than beautiful women and bones, a handful of loess.

Xiang Ci is a bit impetuous. After going to bed and dreaming, she has no time to be impetuous, she has to survive.

In the dream, she was already haggard, struggling to support herself with a stick, and followed a small group of refugees to the capital after going through untold hardships.

At the foot of the god.

Xiang Ci felt happy and sad when looking at the heavy and towering city wall gate.

There were soldiers guarding the city wall, but the city gate was not opened, and there were refugees lying under the city wall.

Some died of hunger, some died of exhaustion, and some died of illness.

There are a lot of dead people, and there are also a lot of people alive.

Flies are flying and the smell is everywhere.

The dead were dragged away by patrolling soldiers, thrown into dug pits, and buried directly.

The reason why I didn't burn it was because there wasn't much firewood, and also because it would have a strong smell after burning it.

It's better to bury it and it will be over.

The living people watched all this numbly, they were used to it.

Xiang Ci leaned against a tree that was so bare that even the bark had been removed, and watched in horror as the corpses were carried away one by one, thrown into the pit and buried.

After going through all kinds of hardships, she finally reached the capital, and what greeted her was death.

Only not alive.

She looked around, but there was no one she knew around her.

Her grandparents, her parents, her brothers and sisters, her Kaikai and the villagers were all gone.

Tears welled up and painful memories filled her head.

All her family members died on the way to escape, and she was the only one who made it to the capital alive...

But it is also a dead end.

Refugees who were so hungry that they gnawed on other people's arms only came after the soldiers had finally done everything.

All that was left of the man was his bones. The refugees who ate him had long since fled. The soldiers just threw the white bones, still with flesh and blood, numbly into the pit.

Refugees who were driven crazy by hunger were killed...

Refugees who criticized the emperor were killed...

Sitting under the tree, watching all this numbly, Xiang Ci left quietly the next morning.

She didn't want to die here, she wanted to go find her family, dig a hole closest to them, and bury herself.

She was walking home alone, and before she had gone a hundred meters, she was stared at by seven or eight men.

The way they looked at Xiang Ci was like looking at a good barbecue, making people unable to look away and drooling greedily.

Xiang Ci knew this was a dream, but the dream of being stared at and eaten like food still frightened her.

She didn't want to experience that kind of death, so she staggered forward.

But she was eventually caught up.

Eight skinny men held her down, ferociously took out a knife full of gaps, and stabbed it into her thigh.

Blood flowed out, and a piece of bloody flesh was cut off.

The corners of Xiang Ci's lips were torn as he screamed, desperately shouting for help.

The soldiers carrying the body in the distance just glanced here and continued to carry the body.

This kind of thing happens every day. They are numb from carrying the corpse, so how can they care about your fights like this?

If you can live, live, if you can't live, die, they don't care anyway.