Later, I learned about the chaotic battles that had caused them great suffering. Jing Yuan, Xiao Yuan’s mother, was an ordinary woman who met the old gang leader (Xiao Yuan’s father). They fell in love, but the demon cult leader, Xiao Shen Moon’s father, was the old gang leader’s sworn enemy.
He repeatedly threatened Xiao Yuan’s mother but gradually fell in love with her. Eventually, after various challenges, Xiao Yuan’s mother and the old gang leader married and had Xiao Yuan. Shortly after Xiao Yuan’s birth, the demon cult leader, blinded by anger, attacked the Beggar’s Gang.
A chaotic battle ensued, with both sides suffering heavy losses. The old gang leader discovered his wife and child had disappeared and never stopped searching for them over the next decade. Unbeknownst to him, during the battle, the cunning demon cult leader had already captured Xiao Yuan and his mother, subjecting them to great hardship.
Xiao Yuan’s mother risked her life to escape the demon cult with young Xiao Yuan. However, she was poisoned during the escape. The poison was cured, but her health was permanently damaged, and she now relies on daily medication.
Xiao Yuan’s mother exhausted every means to raise him. He learned martial arts, became a government constable, and maintained their life with meager wages.
“I’m very familiar with the King of Hell! I’m even his relative! I can go down right now and tear up his life and death book. Not only will your son not be in danger, but he’ll also stay young forever! When he wants to die? It’ll be harder than ascending to heaven!” I boasted proudly, and everyone looked at me with disbelief.
“What? You don’t believe me?” I raised my eyebrows, and they all said, “We extremely disbelieve. You can’t even make up a decent lie?” “Bullshit! Lying! This is true, truer than a pearl!” I shouted.
Everyone was speechless. Beibei jumped out, “How can you not believe Sister Xiao Han? Let me tell you! The King of Hell is Beibei’s stinky daddy!”
” The bald monk’s head, smooth enough to be used as a mirror, had a large drop of cold sweat sliding down. He put his hands together in a classic pose and said, “Merciful Buddha! Children must not lie~ Amitabha~”
