lovenovelstory Chapter 57 I Will Not Forgive a Single One
Chapter 57 I Will Not Forgive a Single One
Xu Wenjue watched Si Chen leave and immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his hand and shook his sore wrist to loosen his muscles and bones.
"This is a job that no human being can do."
Upon hearing this, the Six Ding Divine Generals immediately objected. "We wouldn't tolerate you like this, would we? Third Master Xu, that's not right. Aren't we human too?"
"Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue~"
"Hey, what are these barbarians up to at sea? They even dare to plunder treasure ships?"
Xu Wenjue said, "People."
"people?"
"You old fogies, surely you know what the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period was like?"
Food, people.
"Those things, they don't even spare mummies, how could they possibly abandon us? You didn't even know that?"
The six divine generals looked at each other in bewilderment.
"We've been too optimistic about them."
"Beasts! Animals!"
Si Chen rebuked him sternly, his face turning ashen.
There was nothing more to it than what was truly horrifying on this intercepted Fujianese ship.
A large number of corpses were piled up together, their faces still covered in frost, with most of the bodies on the periphery being men.
Inside the cabin, a large number of figures could be vaguely seen, huddled together without any dignity.
A stench filled the air, the smell of burning corpses.
Si Chen bent down and walked into the cabin, where several righteous men were carefully carrying out several corpses.
The woman, with a hunched back and pale face, had her foot broken, and the area where she was shackled was covered in rotting flesh.
Si Chen was stunned by the scene before him at first glance.
Jiazi said cautiously, "The men outside were the first to freeze to death. Only the women and children who were protected inside survived, but judging from the situation, it's too late to save them."
Si Chen paused at the hatch, unable to bear the sight inside.
Finally, we entered the cabin.
Even more unbearable than the stench were the pairs of lifeless eyes.
He was barely clothed, thin and weak, with dark skin, looking like skin and bones, barely supporting his skeletal frame.
The children were being protected in the very center, their hands tightly covered.
The volunteers offered them warm goat's milk, but they were shocked to find that the women's faces had turned purple.
Silence fell over the room; even breathing could be heard clearly.
The righteous men carefully wrapped them in blankets and carried them out.
Si Chen slowly took a step back, then practically burst out of the door.
Take a deep breath of fresh air.
Even though he had long since lost his heart, he still experienced waves of phantom pain that affected every nerve.
He tilted his head back, turning his back to everyone, trying his best not to let the tears fall. His vision gradually blurred, and even after he composed himself, his chest still felt tight and suffocated.
Jiazi kicked a missionary in a Confucian robe off the ship, coldly watching the foreigner struggle to his feet. He slowly drew his ring-pommel sword from his waist. "Whose business is this?"
"It was the East India Company hoarding goods and speculating. The corpses of Han Chinese were the best sellers. They planned to stockpile them until midsummer and then sell them at high prices. Each corpse would sell for as much as a thousand pounds, and they would consume the bone meal of Han Chinese men."
"Whose idea was it to cut off their feet?"
"This really wasn't us, we didn't do it. We sent them to Luzon to serve those nobles. Making them do manual labor is inhumane. But the Jianzhou people say that if women have both legs, they will run away and rebel like men..."
Si Chen faced the sea, speechless with frustration. He could no longer tolerate the incessant chatter of this vicious wretch. He joined his index and middle fingers together, transforming them into a blade of light that slashed backward.
"what!"
"Spare me! Great teacher, spare me..."
Jiazi raised his wrist and flipped it, drawing several sword flourishes, before the scream abruptly stopped.
Si Chen nodded in approval, "I only know that if evil people are not eliminated, they will harm good people."
Barbarian lands are such low-lying areas of civilization, where hell on earth is right beside you.
Blood flowed on the deck.
Jiazi raised his hand and ordered his men to clean up the pieces of flesh.
Si Chen gazed at the setting sun over the sea, remaining silent for a long time.
"Do everything you can to save them. So what if they're crippled? I can heal them. Tell them, do you want revenge? Then live on, live on with those who can't come back."
"Here you are."
Jiazi bowed in agreement, said no more, and silently withdrew.
This is why a wise man keeps away from the kitchen.
Kind people cannot bear the withering of life, even if it is self-deception, it is better than facing a bloody scene.
Si Chen thought he had already seen what a chaotic world was like.
Little did he know that what he had seen was merely the tip of the iceberg.
More detailed letters were found on the missionary's person.
"In the third year of the Tianming era, Han women were captured, their toes were chopped off, and they fled to the mountains and forests. More than thirty women rotted to death within ten days..."
"In the seventeenth year of the Chongzhen Emperor's reign, slaves, mainly women, from the Liaodong coast were sold to our merchants by the Jianzhou Jurchens. These women had foot injuries and were sent to Luzon to work as miners and prostitutes. Each woman was sold for twenty Spanish silver coins. During the voyage, half of them died from foot ulcers and diseases, and from freezing. The transaction contract stated that the buyer would bear the loss and would not provide compensation..."
Si Chen held the thin piece of paper in his hand, and suddenly felt suffocated.
The characters above are familiar, but why can't he understand them?
Over the years, the Four Barbarian Institute, responsible for teaching the languages and calendars of foreign lands, has spread civilization but reaped only the wrath of wolves and tigers.
The third year of Tianming, which is also the forty-sixth year of Wanli.
It turns out it had already started back then.
"From the 46th year of the Wanli reign to the present day."
It has been twenty-six years.
We've been too generous.
They were deceived by the so-called "civilization".
Is it possible that one day in the future, someone will also oppose revenge based on humanity and compassion?
I despise those high-sounding scholar-officials and powerful figures.
Jiazi and Jiachen knelt on one knee, silently bowing their heads.
Si Chen has not suffered much hardship over the years.
In his previous life, he was born in a peaceful era.
Reborn into Ningyuan Guard in Liaoyang, divine power saved him from dying in exile. The power of the Duke of Ying's mansion kept many unseen threats at bay, and the world was full of goodwill towards him.
It is evident that for those who have experienced happiness, dying to protect peace is not necessarily a bad thing.
What is more terrifying than death is living in a world where there is no hope or future, where morality is corrupt, the country is destroyed, and people are enslaved.
Even from a more rational perspective...
Morality is also a low-cost and high-efficiency social governance solution.
At this moment, Xu Wenjue and Jiazi came to his side.
Si Chen turned around, his expression grave. "Do they all know about these things?"
Xu Wenjue softened his breathing and said, "Yes."
Si Chen laughed in anger, realizing they were all cut from the same cloth. "I will not forgive any of these people."
When that time comes, don't blame me for killing them ruthlessly.
Xu Wenjue understood the reasoning behind this. He cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, but found himself at a loss for words. How could he defend those people? After much thought, he suddenly felt relieved and immediately expressed his opinion.
"Your subject will obey without question."