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  Jiang Xi didn't ask the heavens why they couldn't just be kind and send her back to before she was kidnapped. Instead, she felt that this timing was just right, and a tiny bit of indescribable comfort arose within her: perhaps it was because she had suffered for so long, but being too fortunate made her uneasy, and just a little bit of good fortune was enough.

  For this tile-roofed house, Jiang Xi is deeply etched in her memory. In the countless days and nights of being beaten and abused at Sangjia Dam, she had simulated escaping over and over again in her mind, and was almost familiar with this experience.

  "Xiao Ling, go back and sit properly, someone is coming."

  As expected, just as the sound of Jiang Xi's voice had barely faded away, the door "creaked" open from outside, and the old wooden door in the countryside bounced off the wall.

  A rural woman in her thirties with hair like a bird's nest rushed in, shouting: "What are you yelling about? Are you all mourning? If you yell again, I'll send you all to see the King of Hell tonight!"

  "Clang", an iron basin fell to the ground.

  It's certainly not like at home where you can have a bowl of rice with several dishes to pick and choose from, and if you don't like something, you can just push the bowl away.

  Congee cooked with old rice from who-knows-which year, floating on top are a few rotten leaves, occasionally you can even see dead insects drifting around, and it's not uncommon to crack your teeth on stones when taking a bite.

  Thin porridge, barely enough to keep from starving.

  Not eating? Okay.

  The next two meals continue to starve.

  Those who deceive people will not take pity on you just because of your young age - apart from the little skin used to deceive people outside, the heart in their chest cavity is probably already rotten.

  The iron basin came down, and the children who were still crying just now gathered around one by one, waiting for their turn to get porridge.

  Most of them were like Xiaoling, young children who could run and jump, but they were all quiet as chickens, too well-behaved. There weren't many as big as Jiangxi.

  The kidnappers also have their own rules and won't take just anyone.

  Young girls of her age are the most popular, fresh and lively like a flower. Many buyers want them, they can be sold at a good price; but older boys are not wanted, firstly because they are difficult to manage, secondly because there is no place for them to go. Then there are five or six year old children who are also in high demand, many families without sons rush to buy them.

  It's Jiang Xi's turn now.

  Jiang Xi hung his head and took over the cracked porcelain bowl, for the first time honestly slurping away on the spot.

  The woman who was serving congee snorted coldly, apparently very satisfied with the quietness of the troublemaker, and said sarcastically:

  "In my territory, no matter if you were a celestial being before, once you're here, you'd better behave yourself! Listen to me and you'll get food, otherwise..." The cook's gaze swept around the room, and the children couldn't help but shiver, hastening their pace as they ate their porridge.

  Jiang Xi certainly wouldn't argue with her -

  That was something she did in her past life.

  No matter how sharp your tongue is, it's useless against these people who have ways to deal with troublemakers.

  She's only been here for two days and already got her head smashed against the wall, now it's more important to "learn" a bit and lower the other party's guard. As for these kids around - Jiang Xi tightened his already scarce sympathetic heart and pretended not to see.

  "Little stream... have you eaten yet?"

  A soft and timid voice sounded, Jiang Xi knew without turning her head that it was Sun Ting, the classmate who had been kidnapped along with her.

  In this room, there were three others of her age, all girls.

  A female college student, reportedly high from a nightclub, was drugged and brought here. She has an ordinary appearance, and her already thin clothes had become tattered and worn out from the prolonged ordeal. Her hair is disheveled and smells bad. At this moment, she is huddled with her head down, lost in thought.

  However, Jiang Xi knew: this person was absolutely not a thrifty lamp.

  She had successfully escaped once before, but was soon caught and brought back - if it hadn't been for the college girl shouting loudly to wake people up, she might have gotten even further away.

  There is also Sun Ting, the two of them can't tell who implicated whom, they went out to buy stationery together and were kidnapped together, successfully forming a pair of distressed sisters.

  Later she was sold first, as for Sun Ting who stayed behind... probably her luck wouldn't be much stronger than mine.

  It seems like it was a long time ago when I think back on it now.

  I'm full.

  Jiang Xi returned the ceramic basin to the girl who was picking flowers, and then retreated back to her own straw mat with a sullen expression. Sun Ting looked at her in surprise, feeling that this deskmate of hers had somehow... changed.

  She couldn't say it out loud, as if overnight the warm and blooming spring had turned into a bitterly cold winter, both cold and hard, with the gloom of aquatic plants that rarely see the sun.

  "What's wrong, Little Creek?"

  Sun Ting swallowed her words, and that dirty little face looked at Jiang Xi in a daze, but only got Jiang Xi's silent glance. She was suddenly changed, and her mind was in chaos, she just instinctively wanted to stick with familiar people, carefully sat down next to Jiang Xi.

  Jiang Xi glanced at her and didn't make a sound, only bowing his head to think of a countermeasure.

  This room goes out, next to it is a hall, usually morning and evening are watched by people, two patrollers in a group take turns, a total of four men and one woman, each with a good hand strength, she has no strength to tie a chicken, and must not be an opponent if forced.

  Moreover, at night there is another bowl of "added ingredient" congee, after eating it becomes a soft-shelled shrimp, the anesthetic can work for one night, these paparazzi have been very familiar with this set in the long-term operation of the industry.

  So, it's only at night that the vigilance of the flower children, including these imprisoned kids, is reduced to its lowest.

  Ke Jiangxi couldn't escape at night, first, that arrogant woman would definitely watch them eat the porridge mixed with anesthetic, and secondly, it was impossible to escape in the evening, this rural area had already extinguished lights and fires early, and there were no vehicles, so they couldn't escape far.

  Just as she was thinking of a countermeasure, Jiang Xi suddenly felt an itch in her palm, as if something was trying to drill through her palm and grow outwards, painful yet accompanied by an indescribable comfort.

  She stretched out her palm, but she was stunned there.

  Right on that dirty, blood-stained palm, a tender green bud was quietly breaking through the soil, and this soil was apparently her palm.

  A blade of grass grew in her palm.

  Its body is like a bean sprout, less than half the height of a fingernail, and when it sees a river or stream, it twists its body as if to greet the wind.

  Jiang Xi's palm suddenly closed with a "slap" - she was so shocked by this mysterious scene that for a moment, she even forgot her plan to escape.

  Sun Ting was startled by her movement and saw that Jiang Xi's face was not right, and couldn't help but ask with concern: "Xiao Xi, what's wrong?"

  Jiang Xi shook his head, his flower-cat-like face unreadable, yet somehow conveying that something was amiss: "Nothing."

  It's night.

  After finishing the thin porridge with added ingredients, Jiang Xi leaned against the wall on that side of his body and only opened his eyes after everyone had fallen asleep.

  She spread out her palm, staring blankly at that sprout of "bean sprouts", the moonlight couldn't shine into this dark and airtight room, Jiang Xi wasn't afraid of people seeing the abnormality on her palm.

  She carefully stretched out her left hand and touched the palm, and indeed felt the soft and delicate texture unique to plant leaves. She then turned to the root, and the stem of the "bean sprout" merged seamlessly with her palm.

  Jiang Xi exerted his strength to pull outward, but found that except for making himself pant with exhaustion, it had no effect.

  "Douya Cai" grew a strong and unyielding physique, stubbornly rooted in the palm of its own hand.

  Was she reborn to become Edward's scissorhands, and later a plant hand? Jiang Xi thought with a mixture of laughter and tears, but three words floated in her mind:

  "Lotus Heart Grass."

  What's on your mind?

  Jiang Xi was certain that neither in her past life nor now had she ever heard of this name, at most she only knew about the "Bodhi Tree".

  So, is Bodhi Grass saying that the "bean sprout" in her palm?

  Jiang Xi's palms were clasped together, and she tentatively thought in her mind, "What is Pu Xin Cao?"

  It turns out that a few lead-printed characters about the origin of Bodhi grass were forcibly poured into Jiang Xi's brain, making him dizzy and confused. After sorting it out with great difficulty, it turned out that this Bodhi grass originated from a connected root grass growing under the Bodhi tree in front of the Buddha's gate, named "Bodhi Heart"?

  How did the grass grow into her palm?

  Jiang Xi couldn't understand, and a lead-printed phrase naturally appeared in his mind: "The tender grass of Bodhi, if the Bodhi grass dies, then the host will perish; if the Bodhi grass survives, then the host will survive."

  Jiang Xi was getting anxious, she had just been reborn and hadn't escaped this place yet, hadn't settled her parents down, and still had a long life to live, how could she not survive because of the death of a tender little grass?

  It's as if it's no surprise at all that something so bizarre has happened, with one's own life being linked to a small blade of grass.

  Jiang Xi's past made her good at endurance, even if she had countless doubts in her heart, she still suppressed her curiosity and only asked in her mind: "Why didn't the Bodhi grass die?"

  She asked coarsely, and the lead type also answered roughly:

  "Air."

  Jiang Xi didn't understand and couldn't help but ask again: "What did you say?"

  "Bodhi grass feeds on human joy, if the host gets one person's delight, then Bodhi grass lives for another day, if it gets a hundred people's delight, then it lives for a hundred days, and with a hundred people's delight, it brews dew to dispel worries."

  "What if a thousand people were delighted?"

  "Live for thousands of days and brew the elixir of immortality."

  "Would it delight ten thousand people?"

  "May you live for ten thousand days and drink sweet wine."

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