boyutpedia Chapter 162 I Have What I Want to Do
Chapter 162 I Have What I Want to Do
"What can I help you with?" Qingluo asked subconsciously, but then regretted asking and immediately added, "Why should I help you?"
Song Yu said, "I heard that you practiced a technique that can make people feel happy and forget everything else. Can you use this technique on them?"
Qingluo couldn't understand Song Yu's purpose: "You want me to kill them without any sorrow or pain."
Song Yu was surprised: "Of course not, why would you think so? I want to save them."
"Save?" Qingluo sneered and mocked, "Song Yu, have you forgotten who I am?"
Song Yu said: "How could I forget, you are Qingluo."
Qingluo said: "I am the Saint of the Demon Cult. I only know how to kill people, not save them."
Song Yu shook his head and said, "You are from the Qingyang Sect. The Demon Sect is their evil name."
"Is there any difference?" Qingluo said disdainfully.
Song Yu said: "Of course there is a difference. What others say is their business. You can't accept what they say just because they scold you."
"You are so naive," Qingluo said, "You like Qingling, but you don't want to admit that he is a member of the Demon Sect. You fall in love with a bad guy, but you can't get over the bad things he has done. You can only deceive yourself like this. Song Yu, I am not a good person who saves the people. I am an evil person who will kill anyone who offends me.
Who do you think you are, thinking you can change me with just a few words? Ha, that's ridiculous."
Song Yu did not interrupt her, but waited until she finished before saying, "I know, but whoever offends you, you kill him. This is not the standard of a bad person. Repay kindness with kindness, and repay evil with evil. If others do not offend me, I will not offend others. If someone offends me, I will kill him. This is natural and right."
Qingluo's eyes changed again when she looked at Song Yu. Only now did she remember all the things Song Yu had said to her during this period of time.
When I think about it carefully, it really doesn't sound like what the disciples of those self-proclaimed famous and upright sects in the martial arts world would say.
There's even some evil in it.
It was not until this moment that Qingluo realized that although Song Yu looked kind, he was not absolutely kind.
"Do you think I will believe your sophistry?" Qingluo still refused to give in.
Song Yu said: "A sword is neither good nor bad after being forged. It just depends on how the owner uses it. The same is true for martial arts.
Your charm can kill enemies without resistance, but it can also make them temporarily forget the pain they once endured during the war."
When Song Yu said this, he looked around at the refugees who were squatting, standing, or sitting to rest.
These people were forced to leave their homes because of the war, their wives and children were separated, and their families were destroyed. They suffered not only physically but also mentally.
When I wake up in the middle of the night, I realize that my once dearest relatives have passed away due to disasters. I feel the regret of wanting to take care of my parents but they are no longer around; I feel the pain of being caught between life and death, and the helplessness of having to see my loved ones die.
Even if they survive the disaster, many people will end their lives because they cannot bear the pain and regret.
Physical injuries are easy to heal, but emotional injuries are difficult to heal.
"What does their pain have to do with me?" Qingluo said indifferently.
"Well, it has nothing to do with you. I'm not forcing you to help. I'm just discussing it with you." Song Yu did what he said.
Since Qingluo was unwilling, she really didn't try to persuade her anymore.
Besides, she didn't bring Qingluo out to force her to do so-called good deeds.
Be kind in your heart and don’t force others to do the same.
Song Yu spent the whole day here. Qingluo had already left and was nowhere to be seen.
Time flies. In one day, less than half of the patients have received free medical treatment. Fortunately, so far, none of the patients seeking medical treatment have any difficult or complicated diseases.
Most of them are external injuries and malnutrition problems.
"Qingxi, tell the people behind you that the free clinic is over today and tell them not to queue up anymore. We will come again tomorrow." Song Yu said to Qingxi.
"Yes." Qingxi obediently went to inform those people.
Qingque helped Song Yu pack up.
"Ayu." Song Yu heard the shouting and looked in the direction of the sound.
Qing Ling stood at the street corner with his hands behind his back. Song Yu ran over and asked, "Why are you here?"
Qing Ling raised his hand and lifted a strand of hair from Song Yu's forehead, saying, "I'm here to take you back."
Song Yu said: "Don't worry, Qingque and the others are here."
Qing Ling didn't refute, but took her hand and said, "Can we go now?"
Song Yu said, "You can go back after you pack up your things."
Qing Ling said: "Then let them clean up."
After saying that, he took Song Yu away. Song Yu turned back to look in the direction of Qingque and wanted to give her some instructions, but she heard Qingque say, "Don't worry, young lady, we will take care of it."
Song Yu was pulled away by Qingling.
After leaving the street, I got on the carriage and it started slowly.
Song Yu stretched his arms and legs. After sitting all day, he felt a little sore in his back.
Seeing this, Qingling said, "Ayu, turn around."
"Hmm?" Although Song Yu was confused, he still did as he was told.
She turned around, and a hand was placed on her shoulder. Qingling massaged her shoulders and neck gently.
Song Yu was just slightly stunned, but he quickly reacted and closed his eyes comfortably.
"They are so tired, let them go tomorrow." Qingling said.
Song Yu opened his eyes and said, "No, Qingque and the others don't know medical skills."
"Then let Ye Shuangbai come." Qingling said.
Song Yu thought for a moment and said, "Well, let him come along."
"Ayu, what I mean is..." Qingling was interrupted by Song Yu before he could finish his words.
Song Yu said: "I know, Qingling, you have things you want to do, and I also want to do what I can. I am not a woman who can only hide behind you and let you protect me."
Qing Ling was silent for a long time, and his hands gradually stopped moving.
Song Yu couldn't help but look back at him: "You..."
"Well, whatever Ayu wants to do, just do it." Qingling said.
Song Yu smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't hold you back."
Qingling said: "Ayu has never been a drag."
The two looked at each other and smiled.
There was a growing commotion outside the carriage. Song Yu was somewhat puzzled. The refugee camp was on the outskirts of the city, and there was no downtown area on their way back.
It's so lively now... Song Yu lifted the curtain of the carriage, looked at the unfamiliar streets outside, lowered the curtain, and asked, "Is this the way home?"
Qing Ling said: "No, let's eat first and then go back."
Song Yu thought about it and said, "Okay."
The carriage stopped in front of the restaurant. Song Yu got off the carriage and suddenly covered his face and said, "Oh no, I forgot to bring my mask."
She looked at Qingling and found that he didn't bring it either.
Qingling pulled her hand down and said, "No need to bring it."
"I don't care. What if you get recognized?" Song Yu looked at Qingling's unforgettable face.
Qing Ling took her hand and walked towards the restaurant: "Let's do what we have to do."
"Dear guests, please come in." The waiter greeted the guests warmly.
But when Qingling and his friends entered the door, they were greeted not by the waiter but by the shopkeeper.
"Young master, please come this way." The shopkeeper led the two of them directly to the private room upstairs.