Lin Jianqiu opened his eyes and heard someone say: "Four lines of pseudo-spiritual roots, go to the miscellaneous service yard."
Her last memory was the lights in the laboratory and the early morning when the paper was revised to the seventeenth draft.
And then here it is.
Someone handed her a Bigu Pill. It was dusty, full of potholes and had a strange smell.
A thin girl next to me said: "With spiritual roots like ours, it's good to be alive. Just get used to it."
Lin Jianqiu looked at her.
"Get used to it?"
The girl nodded: "My mother also has five spiritual roots, and she passed away before she was thirty. This is fate."
Lin Jianqiu said nothing.
That night, she boiled the Bigu Pill in a broken pot. Filter, clarify and let dry overnight.
The next day, she handed over a transparent thing: "Try it."
The girl ate it and was stunned for a long time.
Later, Lin Jianqiu learned that this world has thousands of years of history, and everyone would say: The five spiritual roots are waste, but this is fate.
Manager Danfeng said it was fate.
The elders of Danmeng said this is fate.
The young master of the aristocratic family said this is fate.
But she couldn't understand-
If fate is real, why does her "fate" change when she cooks it?
She started asking questions. Ask where the medicinal materials come from, ask who ordered the prescription, and ask those who say they are "used to it" when they started to get used to it.
No one can answer.
But the farther she walked, the more and more people were behind her. There are handymen, casual cultivators, "trash" and those who no longer want to accept their fate.
Until one day, she stood in front of Heaven.
Tiandao asked her: "Are you here to save the world?"
She shook her head.
"I'm not. I'm here to ask. To ask those who are used as experimental subjects if they are qualified to choose how to live."
Heaven is silent.
She smiled.
"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent."
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Intention: "The so-called way of heaven is just a rule that has not been broken."