Chapter 316 - 118: Gratitude_4
"There’s nothing to be grateful for," Butcher Zhang waved his hand, "When I became a rat crossing the street, everyone shouting to beat me, only Lord Xue was willing to believe in me, not disdain me. Without Lord Xue, I would’ve been tortured to death in prison long ago. I often look at the sun outside and tell myself that being able to feel all this is thanks to Lord Xue. My life already belongs to Lord Xue, if he’s in trouble and I just sit by and do nothing, how can I still be considered human? They say that killing too many will send you to hell, I never believed that, but being ungrateful will, and that I believe." "Just think of me as not wanting to go to hell!" he said.
Jiang Li looked at the ferocious-looking man and found him quite endearing. As they looked at each other, both of them laughed.
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The next night, when it was time to meet up with Ye Mingyu and the others, Jiang Li found that only Butcher Zhang was willing to step forward as a witness.
After meeting Butcher Zhang, the people she later visited all had troubled expressions and were hesitant. Jiang Li didn’t force anyone, if others were unwilling, so be it. Ye Mingyu and the other guards found nothing, and Ye Mingyu felt somewhat deflated.
"It’s okay," Jiang Li cheered him up, "we did find one person, didn’t we? As I said, one person a day, we can find five, it’ll be fine."
Ye Mingyu looked at Jiang Li, but didn’t speak. What made him sigh wasn’t the inability to find people, but his disappointment in humanity.
House after house, the booklets that Jiang Li had given out were all written down, every household truly had received help from Xue Huaiyuan. And now that Xue Huaiyuan was in trouble, just because of Feng Yutang’s power, was no one brave enough to step forward?
Knowing that he was acting a bit petulant in thinking this way, yet like a bucket of cold water, it extinguished the fiery heat in Ye Mingyu’s heart, leaving him feeling ice-cold. He enjoyed the uninhibited life of the martial arts world, where gratitude was shown openly and grudges were clear. But the trip to Tongxiang made him see too much helplessness in the marketplace. He couldn’t blame anyone because everyone had their reasons. Yet there was an uncomfortable blockage in his chest, heavy and suffocating.
He looked at Jiang Li, the young girl of about fifteen or sixteen. Facing such setbacks one after the other, how could she still remain so calm? As if being rejected was nothing out of the ordinary. If it had been Ye Jiaer and Rufeng facing this situation, he feared they would’ve become disillusioned by now.