Quick Wear: The scumbag is on the prowl, beware

Qi An and Ata spent Song Tai's money and traveled around the world for three months before returning to Asan.

Originally they wanted to continue their revelry, but the mark Qi An left on Song Tai indicated that this scumbag was about to die.

Qi An had no choice but to rush back to collect his body.

He was afraid that it would be too late to retrieve the ashes.

It's still a street late at night.

Under a stinky ditch, Song Tai's dilapidated body curled up.

There was not a single piece of healthy skin on his body, only hideous and horrific scars.

His face was swollen like a pig's head, and the most terrifying thing was that his intestines were exposed.

These three months were like hell for him. He was so humiliated every moment that he wished he could die.

But he didn't have the courage to commit suicide.

Because he still hopes to return to his country one day.

Unfortunately, he was penniless and mute, and no one could understand what he wrote.

There is nothing to prove my identity.

He finally experienced tenfold the humiliation and torture that An Ning had suffered.

I also understand what it means to have pain but not be able to express it.

When Qi An arrived, he had just died.

His eyes were wide open, he died with his eyes open.

Qi An: "It's better to be lucky than to be early."

Qi An cremated his smelly body on the spot.

A gust of wind blew, and the gray ashes were blown up by the wind and scattered in the air on the street.

He was never able to leave the most humiliating place until his death.

Like peace!

Ata let out a long sigh: "I have finally lived up to your expectations and dealt with this scumbag. Let's go."

Qi An: "You can't leave yet. There is one more thing."

Ata: “…I almost forgot.”

At the entrance of a small county high school.

A woman with half of her face disfigured was running a tea, egg and spicy noodle stall, greeting passers-by from time to time.

Qi An stood in the distance and watched, his expression indifferent.

An Ning left the county after the college entrance examination and never spoke to his mother until his death.

He had a very hard time in the past two years and he even had no food to eat.

After two years of working as a model, my income increased and my life became better.

After his income stabilized, he started to send money to An's mother every month.

No more, no less, exactly two thousand.

He could give more, but he didn't want to.

Because he himself had not had a good life in those 18 years and could not spend much money.

He thought that since An's mother had raised him for eighteen years, he should fulfill his obligation to support her for eighteen years.

Then just pretend you are an orphan without parents.

Just two years after sending the letter, he was imprisoned by Song Tai. In order to avoid being exposed, Song Tai continued to send the letter.

Until he committed suicide, he had been sent to the post office for a total of five years.

When Qi An was reading An Ning's thoughts, besides killing Song Tai, he also had another plan, which was to give the remaining money in one go.

He thought that after giving these, he would no longer owe this woman anything.

He wanted to leave cleanly without owing anyone anything.

Qi An stood and watched from a distance, not moving for a long time.

Ata asked, "What's wrong, boss? Just give the money and leave."

Qi An sneered: "I don't really want to give it to her, what should I do?"

Ata didn't want to give it either. He whispered, "But this is what An Ning wanted..."

Qi An didn't say anything else. He thought for a while, changed his appearance, and walked straight to An's mother's stall.

"Young man, do you want tea eggs or spicy strips?" Mother An greeted warmly.

Qi An: "I'm An Ning's friend. I haven't seen him for a few years. Is he okay?"

An's mother's enthusiastic expression turned cold: "I don't know."

Qi An: "You haven't contacted him yet?"

After An Ning ran away from home, his mother never looked for him, as if she never had this son.

Later, when An Ning sent money for the first time, she sent a text message to her mother, stating her identity.

So An's mother has his contact information.

But I always received the money, but never contacted him once to ask how he was doing.

During those three years, whenever she contacted An Ning on her own initiative, Song Tai would have reservations.

Mother An said impatiently, "Are you going to buy it or not? If not, leave and don't affect my business."

Qi An looked at her steadily and asked again, "Is An Ning your son?"

Mother An said coldly: "No, I don't have such an abnormal child."

A mute was enough to make her feel ashamed, but he was also a disgusting homosexual.

She didn't have a son like that.

An's mother's words dispelled Qi An's last bit of worry, and he turned around and left decisively.

He would rather give this money to this woman than give it to a beggar.

She is not worthy of being a mother, and even less worthy of receiving the pension money given by An Ning.

Although Qi An didn't understand human blood ties, he felt that An Ning's idea was wrong.

He believed that An Ning never owed her mother anything, but rather it was her mother who owed him.

Parents bring a child into this world without permission, and they have the obligation to raise him well.

This is as it should be, not a favor.

If parents truly love their children and treat them well, the children will naturally love their parents and will definitely love them in return.

If parents are irresponsible, there is no need for children to care about blood ties.

An's mother has never fulfilled her responsibilities as a mother.

To some extent, she is also the perpetrator of An Ning's tragedy.

So Qi An broke his promise for the first time.

Just break your promise.

Who made him unhappy?

Back in the void space, the resentment in the beautiful young man's soul had disappeared.

He stood there cleanly, looking tenderly at Dudu in Ata's arms, and reached out his hand to touch him lightly.

Finally, he smiled, thanked Qi An and Ata in sign language, and then left.

After Qi An collected the soul fragment, he saw Ata holding Dudu and stroking his fur, his little face wrinkled and he was sighing.

"What's going on?" Qi An asked.

Ata hesitated for a long time before saying, "Boss, isn't this a bit... cruel?"

"What do you mean?" Qi An didn't understand.

Ata: "It's just... they were so pitiful when they were alive, and they have to suffer the pain of having their souls divided after death. Isn't it a bit..."

He couldn't speak anymore.

Qi An clicked his tongue twice: "The little brat has grown up and started to understand human emotions.

It's just that you can learn something else, but you have to learn the human faults that I hate the most."

"What's wrong?" Ata asked.

Qi An sneered: "Madonna syndrome."

Ata: “…”

Qi An: "I helped them to get revenge, fulfill their wishes, and resolve their resentment and grievances.

The price is their soul fragments. May I ask, did I force anyone to trade?"

Ata shook his head.

Qi An continued, "It's a matter of mutual consent. If they don't want to, I won't force them."

“They are quite pitiful, but if you look around the world, you will find many people who are more pitiful and miserable than them.

Should I save them one by one?"

Ata was speechless.

Qi An sneered: "I am Jiaozi, an ancient vicious beast, not a Bodhisattva who saves all living beings."

"Without sufficient soul power, I can't repair my soul, and you can't transform. Are we going to wait to be crushed to death by the Heavenly Dao just because we feel sorry for them?"

Ata's head almost dropped to his chest.

He hesitated and said, "That's not what I meant. I just thought that they paid such a huge price to get their revenge.

Those scumbags died, but they could be reincarnated properly. Eighteen years later, they are scumbags again. I just think it’s unfair.”

Qi An looked strange: "Who told you that they can reincarnate? Didn't I tell you?"

Ata looked up suddenly.

Qi An looked proud: "All the scum killed by my hands will have their souls marked with the mark of the ancient vicious beast Ya Zi. Which underworld would dare to take them in?"

Ata's eyes lit up: "...and then?"

Qi An sneered: "Then, they will become lonely ghosts with nowhere to go.

Watching the torrent of time rolling forward, all things in the world are alive and well.

Only they, the marks I left on them, corroded their souls bit by bit until nothing was left."

The natural ending is that the soul is torn apart, and one watches oneself dissipate bit by bit without being able to do anything, like a blunt knife cutting one's flesh.

Ata jumped up with a roar: "Why didn't you say so earlier."

It was all for nothing that he got Madonna syndrome.