After I Dumped The Villain

Chapter 12

Su Mian lowered her eyes and sighed, trying to erase the chaotic past memories in her head.

After eating, she went to wash the bowl, and warmed a large pot of water.

She and her grandma soaked their feet to chill.

“Why did you come back at this time? Don’t fool me with that story you told your grandfather Li.” Grandma Su took her hand and said thoughtfully, “Universities never pay students to go home to do research.”

Su Mian knew that her grandmother was different from the villagers in Hantan. Her grandma had read books and learned literacy, and she had extraordinary knowledge. When she came to Hantan Village, she and her grandmother weren’t natives.

Su Mian knew she couldn’t hide it, bit her lip, and said lowly, “Don’t be surprised of what I am going to say. I had a dream. After three months, the end of the world came, and the world became a melting pot of high temperature. People would burn to ashes when walking in the sun. Animals and plants weren’t spared, and the world was in disaster. “

Grandma Su was startled. She hugged her granddaughter, patted her back, and calmed her, “Don’t be afraid, it’s just a dream, grandma is here.”

“It is a prophetic dream, grandma.”

Su Mian looked up at her firmly and said earnestly, “I have dreamed about everyone’s death clearly, as if I had experienced it in my previous life and I came back to save myself.”

“Grandma, there will be landslides in the mountains, and both of the mountains in front of our house will collapse. Then you will understand that what I said is true.”

Su Mian remembered the landslide in the mountains. At that time, she only called to know if something happened in her village, because at that time, natural disasters around China continued and all the news about them were suppressed.

Grandma Su showed a bit of horror, closed her eyes and held the Buddha statue on her neck tightly, and said lowly, “Amitabha, please protect Xiao Mian.”

In the evening, the grandma and granddaughter huddled together in a quilt to sleep. They didn’t mention the prophecy dream about the end of the world. They only talked about the trivial daily life. Su Mian knew that her grandma believed at least half of what she said, and the rest would be proved by time.

In Huadu

The night was deep, and a small waning moon climbed up the tall building and hung quietly in the sky.

The man suddenly awakened from his dream, his muscles were tight, and he was breathing heavily, his light-colored pupils blended with the night-light, while the other pupil had a faint flame burning.

The man turned on the light, his hands were half propped up in front of the bed. Luo Hansheng pursed his lips, his face was as white as snow. He looked at the small box of ginseng on the head of the bed, and reached for it.

Luo Qi, who was sleeping outside, opened his eyes, and turned over and quickly entered the room. He saw that Luo Hansheng’s lips were white, and the room was even like an ice cave. His face suddenly changed. He quickly took out the homemade liquor he had taken with him and said in a hurry, “Young master, drink this.”

Luo Hansheng shook his head. Even though he was going to be frozen and turned into an ice sculpture by the cold in his body, he still picked up the box of ginseng at the head of the bed and smelled the faint smell on it.

The four families only knew that his talent was the first one in a century. But no one knew how serious the backfire was, except for Luo Qi. He couldn’t sleep at night because of the pain, it was like thousands of arrows pierced his heart.

In order to succeed, his body absorbed the power of various elements. Except that the power of fire and water could be refined by him, the power of other elements was dormant in his body, and sometimes they were in chaos. If the body was like an instrument, then his body was a porcelain vase full of cracks.

“Young master, it’s useless to eat ginseng. Drink this to get rid of the cold,” Luo Qi’s eyes were red with anxiety. The drink was very strong. There were a lot of fire elements in it, which could quickly dissolve the cold in Luo Hansheng’s body.

Fortunately, the young master cultivated water and fire elements. Otherwise, he would have become an ice sculpture.

Luo Hansheng got the ginseng, smelled the gentle medicine fragrance and the power of the water element, his face slowly eased down, and said hoarsely, “It’s alright.”

Luo Qi saw that his face was getting better and his eyes were back to normal. He was stunned and said in surprise, “Young master, does this ginseng work better than the liquor?”

Luo Hansheng heard the words and pondered. Although the ginseng wasn’t very long, it contained a kind of peculiar power. It was gentle and soothing. It made him fall asleep and dream these two days.

Thinking of the dream he had just had, the man’s face became more deep, and his long jade fingers were clenched. He dreamed of a woman who he couldn’t see clearly. As long as he was a little closer to her, there was a crazy idea in his heart, as if she was born to belong to him, only to him.

He was born, abandoned by the world, and abandoned by his family. He was a cursed person. If something belonged to him alone, he would get it by whatever means.

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TL NOTE:

(Amitabha, (Sanskrit: “Infinite Light”) also called Amitayus (“Infinite Life”), Japanese Amida, Chinese Emituo Fo, in Mahayana Buddhism, and particularly in the so-called Pure Land sects, the great saviour buddha.)