The Female Cannon Fodder With Boundless Merits
Chapter 677 - 681 Great Kind Person (22)

Chapter 677: Chapter 681 Great Kind Person (22)

Those who are not kind are sure to face retribution.

Just like his ex-girlfriend, whose heart wasn’t pure enough, always caring too much about personal gain and loss, which led to her miserable life later on.

Thus, one should strive to be like him.

Now, he is a typical example of good people receiving good rewards.

Houses, cars, money, a wife, lovers, confidantes, fame, status, and connections—he had it all.

The way he lived in his previous life in dreams seemed to be the correct way to open them.

Unable to resist, Mr. Cong Shan smacked his lips with relish. But with the morning breeze, eh, all thoughts vanished.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him.

The last scene in the dream was of Su Li looking mad and miserable, but in this life, he saw her looking polished and glamorous.

Suddenly, a profound thought emerged from the depths of his heart and quickly took root, growing into a towering tree.

It’s like they were fated enemies, if one person’s life improved, the other’s couldn’t.

It must be, it definitely is, absolutely so.

Su Li had taken away the luck that should have belonged to him, which is why all the good luck in his life had vanished...

The more he thought about it, the more resolutely Mr. Cong Shan believed this idea to be the final truth.

But it was this very thought, this miserable feeling, bone-deep and persistent, that left him unable to find peace and tranquility for half his life.

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Extra (2)

September 3, 2034, Hua Country Calendar, the start of the New Year, marked the death of the greatest kind person, Mr. Cong Shan.

All TV programs were broadcasting features about this gentleman’s life and mourning his passing.

"His departure is a great loss to both the nation and the world..."

The authoritative voice of the broadcaster flowed from an old, worn-out radio.

In 2034, in an era where everyone thrived, it was shocking that anyone still used such an outdated radio that should have been recycled.

"Tsk, what’s there to mourn about such a person? His existence was a disaster..."

A young boy, not very old, said through gritted teeth with evident resentment.

His words lacked any respect or reverence for Mr. Cong Shan and even carried a hint of hatred.

Just then, the decrepit wooden door was pushed open from the outside, startling the young boy who immediately clamped his mouth shut.

Trembling, he turned his head to look and found that the person entering was the kind old grandmother from next door, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

The physically frail old woman, holding a bowl of freshly made meat soup, carefully handed it to the young boy.

She glanced at the radio, then sighed deeply and said, "Xiao Xin, walls have ears. You shouldn’t speak ill of that gentleman... If others hear you, it won’t end well for you."

With stiff lips, the boy named Xiao Xin couldn’t control his emotions, "I don’t understand why so many people think he’s good, when in reality... his so-called kindness was merely to satisfy his own desires."

"He craved others’ praise and respect... helping people wasn’t truly what he wanted to do, yet everyone fails to see the truth."

"So for him, whether he’s assisting ordinary people, good people, or bad people, it’s all the same."

"If he hadn’t spoken out and gotten that criminal’s death penalty waived... my parents, my younger brother and sister wouldn’t be dead..."

"My sister was so young, just a little bundle of life, she never even had a chance to open her eyes and really see the world...."

Xiao Xin spoke and spoke, her eyes brimming with tears that blurred her vision, yet she forced herself not to let the tears fall.

Old Grandma softly didn’t know how to console such a good child.

His pain would accompany him for his life.

Originally, this family was such a happy one.

The couple were harmonious, had sons and daughters, and lived a life that, though not luxurious, was safe and joyful.

These old neighbors of theirs could see every day, that couple taking their children out for a walk.

Xiao Xin also considerately helped her parents look after her younger siblings.

But one day, all of it was destroyed.

Perhaps Mr. Cong Shan was a Great kind person to others, but to these old folks, who had watched Xiao Xin grow up from birth, he was...

His sympathy was overflowing, yet seemed indiscriminate of good and evil.

Such a villain was let go, resulting in a greater disaster that could have otherwise been avoided.

Although ultimately, that villain was sentenced to death during his second crime, the lives lost because of him could never return.

Mr. Cong Shan indeed remorsefully confessed to his actions, but it seemed he only confessed and adamantly refused to change.

Even she, an old lady who rarely went out, knew that Mr. Cong Shan had deep ties with the local gang leaders.

That child Xiao Xin was also stubborn, and while Mr. Cong Shan was willing to personally compensate her, the sole surviving member, she refused to accept anything.

To her, it didn’t matter that he was a great, kind person. In her eyes, he was an accomplice responsible for the death of her parents.

"Why couldn’t he have died sooner, then my parents, brother, and sister would all still be here...."

"Xiao Xin, don’t talk nonsense," the grandma sternly said. She then continued earnestly, "Such words, especially during this critical period, should not be spoken, understand?"

People outside were too restless, sometimes even a child could see things clearly that others could not.

Those people had gone mad, mad...

In the old lady’s eyes, the outside people’s faith in Mr. Cong Shan was like the fanatic movement of the last century.

They worshiped individualism, fervently and irrationally.

And now, with the death of Mr. Cong Shan, this situation had reached its climax.

Some even started publishing personal quotations from Mr. Cong Shan, distributing them for free on the streets.

You couldn’t even refuse, as once you did, they would label you with all sorts of unfounded charges—it was terrifying.

The city was too dangerous. Even the countryside was no longer safe.

People became too cunning with age, and at her age, she had a natural intuition for danger.

She always felt that Mr. Cong Shan’s departure was a starting point for certain events. Everything was still not over yet....

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As the old lady had predicted, indeed, a month later, the entire world underwent a vast structural change.

A succession of natural disasters and calamities arose.

Everyone was clueless about how it all started, but once it ended, the whole world was a wasteland, with less than a third of the previous population remaining.

Perhaps they didn’t understand, that if there were another person capable of detecting the Heavenly Mechanism here, they would know.

The nascent consciousness of the Heavenly Dao of this small world was nearing extinction.

The energy it had amassed all relied on the life forms within the small world, while the nourishment of faith that should have belonged to it was robbed by others; by the time it sensed something amiss, it was already too late.