Chapter 16: The Man Who Sought Death!

  "Cuckoo... cuckoo..."

  At this critical moment, that uncooperative belly cried out again. Wu Zheng's eyebrows furrowed and he slapped his own belly, "Uncooperative thing, I just filled you with two steamed buns tonight, now you're hungry again? If you eat like this, even if Master has a mountain of gold and silver, it won't be enough for you."

  After scolding, Wu Zhengyi's heart felt a bit better. Covering his stomach, he muttered to himself, "Actually... the taste of baozi is similar to mantou, right? They're both made from flour, at most... at most they add some meat fillings inside. Hmm, but who knows if those meat fillings are clean or not? It's possible that they're made from sick pigs or dead pigs. What if I get food poisoning? This master doesn't have the money to see a doctor..."

  As he spoke, Wu Zhengye slowly walked away...

  除夕夜 is a traditional Chinese festival, in the evening, there will be an annual Spring Festival Gala, at this time, generally everyone gathers around the dinner table to watch the gala happily, few people will go out for no reason, especially on a snowy day like today.

  On the bridge, Wu Zheng lit half a crumpled 'Shancheng' cigarette, and with each puff, waves of smoke swirled in front of his eyes...

  "Father, mother, hometown......"

  He missed home, he still remembered when he was a child on New Year's Eve, his father Wu Daoyi would always set up a sumptuous dinner at home, with fish, chicken, meat and sausages... Before the meal, Wu Daoyi would always place a bowl of chopsticks next to him, which was prepared for his mother.

  There was also Dahuang, who would run to Wu Zhengyi's side every time they ate, put his head on Wu Zhengyi's leg, and stare at Wu Zhengyi with his big round eyes. At that time, Wu Zhengyi would pick up a piece of meat and toss it into Dahuang's mouth...

  New Year's Eve dinner was over, and naturally, a family reunion was held. His mother had passed away early, but Wu Zhengxie still felt very happy, at least, there was a sense of home.

  It's just a pity that now he can't find that feeling again...

  His father died unjustly, and his house and land were occupied by evil people. What's hateful is that he knew where his enemy was, but didn't have the courage or means to avenge himself, and could only watch as his enemy roamed free in the world... And there's also Dahuan, more than ten years have passed, it may have long since died of old age, or perhaps it has been killed by someone for food...

  The family is broken... The person is gone...

  The world... why has it become like this?

  "Alas," he sighed, taking a deep drag on his cigarette, which was almost down to the filter. He shook his head and gazed out at the rolling waters of the Fu River, exhaling a plume of white mist as he muttered to himself, "I, Wu Zhengye, have never done anything to harm heaven or reason in my life. Why has heaven treated me this way? Why..."

  "What's wrong?" A voice suddenly interrupted Wu Zhengxie's sigh, the tone was very loud and close to Wu Zhengxie. Looking around, Wu Zhengxie saw a young man of about 23 or 24 years old appearing five meters away out of nowhere. The young man, like him, was also looking back at the river, and his face showed a look of loss and pain, as if he had suffered some kind of blow.

  At this time, the man suddenly shouted loudly, "Why do you want to cheat me and hurt me!! You said that in this life, you will only love one person, me, and won't despise my poverty. You said you like my talent, but now you're leaving me for that filthy money.

  Haha, what's the point of having money? Once you're dead, it's all over. Who can take their money to the coffin with them?"

  "Haha, brother, you're absolutely right!" At this time, Wu Zhengye chimed in with a laugh, "Money is the filthiest thing in the world. Compared to money, human hearts are not much cleaner either. Both are ridiculously filthy."

  Upon hearing this, the young man turned his head and glanced at Wu Zhengye with a frown, saying, "You stinky beggar, don't disturb me, scram! I'm in a bad mood today, I didn't bring any money on me, there's nothing for you to gain from me, so get lost!"

  "You..." Wu Zheng's face turned red with anger, and he tried to offer some kind words of consolation, but instead received this response: "Hmph, young man, let me tell you the truth, I am not a beggar. I am a master hiding in the mortal world..."

  "Damn your master!" The young man glared, pointing at Wu Zheng and shouting, "You self-proclaimed masters are all no good, haha, all hypocrites, pretending to be gentlemen on the surface but actually a bunch of animals, damn it, all beasts... not even as good as dogs..."

  Wu Zhengxie was incredibly depressed, thinking to himself, "Damn it, am I a beast? I've lived for 25 years and haven't even kissed a woman's mouth, and I'm a beast? Shit, what's wrong with today? Everything is going against me, did I not check the almanac before leaving the house?"

  Just as Wu Zheng was feeling depressed, the young man glanced at him again and said, "To be honest, your appearance doesn't even qualify you to be a beast, yet you dare to call yourself a master?"

  "Damn it!" Wu Zhengye's anger flared up again, "You young people only judge by appearance, don't you know that a true master of Feng Shui never packages himself? Those who blow themselves up to be godly and all-knowing, those 'half-saints' who claim to have heavenly knowledge, are actually just scammers who cheat people out of their money."

  "Hah, you're still a fortune teller?" Wu Zhengxie's words instantly amused the young man, "Master, huh? Alright, then you calculate for me. Don't worry, as long as you're accurate, I... hmm, I don't have any money on me. How about this: if you can convince me with your calculation, this down jacket of mine is yours."

  Wu Zheng's eyes widened slightly, and he unconsciously glanced at the down jacket on the young man's body, then glanced at his own tattered coat. "Hmm, wearing a down jacket should be warmer, right? Besides, this person doesn't seem like a bad guy, I'm just casually pointing him out, it's not like it's a big deal?"

  At this point, Wu Zhengye suddenly said, "Young man, don't look at my tattered clothes, in fact, my body has long been refined to the point where I am not affected by heat or cold." With a confident smile, Wu Zhengye said with an air of superiority, "Today, you are fortunate to meet me, it is your good fortune that...".

  "Alright," the young man sneered, "stop bragging, I'm tired of listening to you. If you can't calculate, then get out of here quickly, or else..."

  "Don't move!" Wu Zhengxie suddenly shouted in an unusually stern tone.

  As Wu Zhengye let out this loud roar, the young man was stunned. Next, Wu Zhengye said seriously, "Young man, I see that there is a clear break in the fate line between your eyebrows. According to the sixty-first Jiazi, this break indicates that at the age of twenty-one, you will be in danger of losing your life."

  "Uh-huh, also, judging from your facial features, you were born to avoid water. If I'm not mistaken, the danger at 21 years old should be related to water. And when you were a kid, you probably..."

  "Haha, really?" The young man sneered with a smile, "Another deceiving fortune teller. I'm 22 years old this year and will be 23 after the new year. When I was 21, everything went smoothly for me, except for occasional colds and flu, I didn't have any major problems."

  "Hmm, this...this..." Wu Zhengxie furrowed his brow, "Are you sure you didn't remember wrong?"

  "Hmph, get lost!" The young man retorted without turning his head, "Scram, don't disturb me here, I'll beat people up when I'm not in the mood."

  He looked the young man up and down again, then Wu Zhengye continued, "Young man, are you sure you haven't gotten your age wrong?"

  "Grass, do you think I'm as stupid as you?" The young man turned back in anger and kicked Wu Zhengye, fortunately Wu Zhengye dodged quickly, otherwise this kick would have knocked him down.

  "Alright, alright, I was going to give you a way out and let you escape this calamity, but now it seems that everything I've done is..."

  "You son of a bitch, are you done yet?!" The young man picked up a small stone from the side of the road and threw it at Wu Zhengye in anger, "Get out!"

  He narrowly avoided the pebbles, Wu Zhengye was also angry, turned around and ran a few steps in another direction, stopping only when he was more than ten meters away from the young man. "Damn it, I'm kind enough to remind you, what do you take me for? If I were really a godstick, would I be having trouble with you?"

  But this complaint was not heard by the young man, who at that time began to murmur and sigh facing the rolling waters of the Fujiang River.

  "Good heavens, why is this so?" The young man yelled loudly towards the Fujiang River, "There are so many rich people in the world, why am I not one of them? Money! Everything is just money, money, money! Filthy stinking money! I don't want it anymore, haha! After I die, I won't have to worry about money again!"

  Women, masters, haha, none of them are anything good, women are too dirty, people's hearts are too dirty, society is too dirty! Haha......”

  The young man burst into tears as he laughed.

  Seeing this scene, Wu Zhengyi's heart was also very uncomfortable. He wasn't sympathizing with him, but because he had the same feeling. The suffering he endured, how could it be compared to that of this young man?