Insensitive Explosive Suffering
Jingdu's heart was ripped out alive, and he woke up with someone else's heart on his chest.
The Street of the Dead is full of such things that are neither human nor ghosts. Jing Du took a job here: running errands for the dead.
Every job nearly killed him.
But every time when he was about to die, someone would come to fish for him.
Cidu. No one knew where he came from, only that no one in the Street of the Dead dared to look at him.
"What do you want?"
Ci Du lowered his head and held his chest. That hand was as cold as if it were reaching out from a grave, and the heart under the palm was beating like crazy.
"It knows me."
"What?"
"That heart on your chest. It knows me." Ci Du smiled casually, "Guess why it knows me?"
Jingdu didn't guess.
But he later found out——
That heart is compassionate.
Three hundred years ago, Ci Du put it into his chest with his own hands.
Now, Cidu comes to collect debts.
Intention: When the flowers are in bloom, they must be broken; don't wait until the flowers are empty and the branches will be broken.