JOJO: Bizarre Adventure

In 1989, in a small coastal town in eastern China.

An eight-year-old boy had made plans to go to the sea with his friends today, but his friends never showed up.

His friend stood him up, so he was all alone today.

However, the little boy didn't know that he was too early. He thought he would go into the water first and wait for his friend to arrive before talking about anything else.

In a village not far away, an Imperial special operations team broke in.

They received intelligence that there was a revolutionary army stronghold in this village.

Of course, they didn't come here to capture the rebels.

They just came.

The village was massacred.

And so, the little boy's life was saved.

Kids, what lesson does this story teach us?

Oh, right, don't stand people up easily.

Therefore, casually canceling a date can have serious consequences.

However, this is not absolute.

There's a case in South Korea called the "Frog Boy Disappearance Case." You can search it on Baidu if you're interested.

We've gone off on a tangent, let's get back to the point.

Not long after, the little boy heard noises coming from the village.

He seemed to sense something, but he didn't have the courage to look.

When a group of people arrived near the shore, the little boy dove into the water.

He didn't know how long he had been in the water; the straw he had prepared to play with was almost completely worn out from sucking on it.

He surfaced when he thought he was going to die in a little while.

The little boy used his last bit of strength to swim to the shore.

He lay on the sandy shore, panting heavily.

After an unknown amount of time, the drenched man stood up.

We don't know what he went through during that time.

Perhaps he used this time to relieve his physical fatigue.

Perhaps he used this time to build up his psychological defenses.

Regardless, he left, heading towards his home and that village.

No one knows what he saw, but by the time he emerged from the other end of the village, it was already dark.

His legs were weak, and his body was stained with blood and other dirt.

The little boy walked heavily, step by step, toward another village.

Three hours later, he came back.

The reason was simple: no one was willing to take him in.

After being kicked out by two relatives in succession, he stopped looking for people and came back.

He understood that those people weren't reporting him out of kindness, and he couldn't have any more expectations.

Fortunately, the apples had just been harvested at that time.

This year is a bumper harvest year. When the bright red Fuji apples are picked from the trees, every villager's face shows a heartfelt smile.

However, that's not always the case. Aunt Wang from the east end of the village had just had a fight with her daughter-in-law, and unless the money from selling apples is handed to her directly, she'll probably find it hard to smile from the bottom of her heart.

Not only the young adults, but also the young women carried baskets on their backs, walked out of the orchard, and put them on pedicabs.

This bumper harvest will allow the villagers to get through the winter comfortably, and if apple prices don't drop, they can even have a prosperous New Year.

The young men in the village with a bit of business sense have already found buyers, and they can sell them immediately once the goods are collected.

The village elders have moved their gathering place to the orchard, where they puff on their pipes and play wooden chess.

The old ladies in the village only need a pot of cooled boiled water to chat about all the family matters in the village.

Baskets of apples were loaded into each family's barn, and some families even bought meat to celebrate.

It's a celebration and a treat for the family, since harvesting apples is a strenuous activity.

Unfortunately, they didn't have time to eat.

Under the pitch-black night sky, the entire village was shrouded in darkness. The little boy huddled on his family's earthen bed, munching on an apple.

He dared not leave the village again; at least here he had food and a place to sleep.

one day.

Two days.

Three days.

The village reeked of corpses, but the little boy was not allowed to go out.

He was only eight years old, and he couldn't handle those corpses.

The once fresh apples began to spoil after being exposed to the corpse.

The little boy could only gnaw on a slightly spoiled apple amidst the stench of corpses.

Four days.

Five days.

six days.

He's numb; he's numb in every way.

When they were hungry, they ate apples; when they were thirsty, they drank some polluted water.

The already thin boy became even more sickly.

Seven days.

Eight days.

Nine days.

The boy was extremely weak and didn't want to eat apples anymore, but apples were all he had.

He can't cook either.

As the weather grew colder, he saw no hope. Rather than waiting to die here, he even felt it would be better to wander outside.

But he dared not.

The stench of the corpse made him want to vomit constantly, and the spoiled apple instilled in him a genetic aversion to apples.

But he was still eating, he was still alive.

tenth day.

The little boy felt he couldn't hold on any longer. He lay on his family's earthen bed, contemplating whether he should give up on survival.

Just then, a group of people arrived in the village.

The little boy hid secretly, watching the intruders.

But an ordinary child cannot be fooled by professionals.

"Little friend, are you a survivor here?"

A young man suddenly appeared in front of him and asked him a question.

The little boy was bewildered; he didn't know what to do.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person."

As the man spoke, he extended his hand to him.

"What's your name?"

The little boy hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to believe the man in front of him.

He was already numb, but the moment he opened his mouth, it felt like his mouth was glued shut.

So many days of silence seemed to have made him forget what it felt like to speak.

"Well...I..."

He opened his mouth, and hoarse words escaped from it.

"I...uh...call...call..."

Looking at the dusty, filthy boy before him, the young man spoke gently:

"Don't rush, take your time. My name is Li Chenzhi, what's yours?"

Li Chenzhi gently stroked the little boy's head, and the boy gradually uttered clear words.

"My name is...my name is...Fu Yao..."

Upon hearing the boy's name, Li Chenzhi patted Fu Yao on the back.

"It's alright, Fu Yao, it's alright. With me here, no one can hurt you."

Fu Yao suddenly threw herself onto Li Chenzhi, first sobbing, then bursting into loud wails.

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Katz Palace, top floor.

Li Chenzhi actually awakened a Stand ability, and it was Requiem.

His Requiem ability has two main aspects.

One method is to create a repulsive field to isolate damage.

Secondly, there is treatment.

The power of the Requiem originates from the desire within one's heart.

Fu Yao experienced the devastation of the empire's corrupt system during his childhood, so he wanted to establish a reasonable order and prevent evil from happening.

This led to the creation of "The Wind on the Way Home: Requiem".

As for Li Chenzhi, all he wanted was to protect his companions, nothing more.

After awakening his substitute, he immediately wanted to heal others.

However, "Those Flowers: Requiem" showed a troubled expression.

“I can heal everyone else, but I can’t save Fu Yao. His body has been severely corrupted by the power of ‘Apocalypse,’ I can’t save him.”

Kaz was isolated by the repulsive field, but he was not in a hurry at all and just watched quietly.

Upon hearing this, Li Chenzhi's face also showed disappointment.

He remembered the words he had said when he first met Fu Yao.

Fu Yao, however, remained calm in the face of impending death.

“Qiao…Zhou…give me your…book…”

Qiao Zhou immediately understood and handed over the "storyteller's" book.

"My 'Wind on the Way Home'... is now in your hands..."