Chapter 123: Rage

Thoughts are a mysterious form of communication that is not limited by language. They can make people understand what they want to express, just like Wu Laogui back then. If he wanted to, he could also break free from the shackles of his northeastern accent and communicate purely through thoughts.

When Yaya opened her mouth, I knew she was talking to Patel, even though she didn’t say those words.

Thoughts are very mysterious and cannot be described in concrete language. I could only restore the original meaning of Zhenya by constantly organizing it in my mind. In this kind of communication of thoughts, I seemed to hear Zhenya’s sad, faint voice, which traveled through a hundred years of time and was recreated once again in the present.

“This is a land full of faith, and my former faith was ‘love’. It was my entire life, because the reason behind it was not just the hope of a perfect love, but also the yearning for fairness and freedom. My family never understood this, nor did my brother. I thought you understood, Patel.”

“If we were together, it would have been a beautiful victory, a love that transcended caste and class, a love that was full of freedom and light. I could have declared that this land had finally blossomed with fairness in me. This hope was my strength, and it eventually became my faith. I dedicated my life to fulfilling this faith, but I lost! Thank you, Patel, for giving me such beautiful years with your lies, for constantly holding me back, weaving beautiful hopes, and for saying that you had the same will as me. But in a traitorous way, you fulfilled your ambitions and vented your twisted cruelty. I returned home to see the tragedy of our family… Those were the years I sank into your lies. Later, I realized that you were not the fighter in my heart. You were just a poor man full of ambition, blinded by hatred, who could never escape the caste system and the inferiority complex you brought with you! How can I feel compassion for you, Patil, who turned yourself into a noble caste that you deeply hated? How can I pity you for not having let go of your inferiority complex, which you hid so well?

The words of Zoya came pouring out, and each word struck my heart. In the story, I thought Zoya was an innocent and naive woman who had been deceived, but listening to her, I realized that she was not. She was so thoughtful and had so much depth. She was not just attractive on the outside.

It turns out that throughout the story, the fighter from beginning to end was not Patel, but this seemingly soft Dya. Patel only wanted to become an upper class, but Dya longed to use her love to fight against the injustice of society, even if it was only a small victory. Perhaps she could also see a little hope blooming in her homeland.

Even if this victory is small, it is extraordinary and may have an impact on society, because she is the most noble Brahmin, with the oldest surname of the Brahmin, and among the Brahmin, she is a nobleman! And Patel is the lowest Dalit… This contrast will be the most shocking ‘confrontation’.

Unfortunately, Dya is a woman, and she still has the weaknesses of a woman. No woman can escape the sweet words of a man, and even if it is a lie, it is not necessarily recognized because they are willing to believe it.

“Brother, do you remember a girl with no name? She was a slave in our family.” Vanya’s thoughts continued to reverberate in our minds. Her thoughts seemed to jump around, and she suddenly talked about something completely unrelated. Uncle Johnny, who was asked a question, shook his head in complete confusion.

“Hmm…” she sighed, then sat on the edge of the rock and said to herself, “You certainly don’t remember, that girl was just an ordinary child in one of the many slave families attached to our family, how could you remember? But it was she who lit a flame in my heart. Brother, after you left, she was my only playmate. I didn’t mind getting close to her, and I didn’t care that she was a lower caste, because our family even adopted Dalits. Would I care to get close to a lower caste? I thought my parents were different, and I thought you and Patel were different. That was my innocent childhood.

At this point, Dya smiled again, with a hint of bitterness, but it didn’t affect her smile, which was still like a blooming flower.

“She was a beautiful girl, not inferior to me. Her skin was dark, but as delicate as velvet. She had big eyes like mine and a sweet smile. She was hardworking, shy and kind… We were very happy together. She filled the void left in my heart by your and Parth’s departure. But… do you want to know what happened to her? Brother… after I secretly took her to a high-class banquet, her life as a servant ended. Because of her beauty, she was taken by several wolves in human form… After the incident, she hanged herself at home. Those wolves were noble, they were all Kshatriyas! Do you know? There was no punishment at all. After a beautiful life was ruined and destroyed, the person who destroyed her was not punished! At this point, Zhenya looked back at Uncle Johnny and said, “It was my strong opposition to my father at home that used his power to get me a little pitiful punishment, some financial assistance. Do you think that can console her?”

Uncle Johnny was speechless, his brows furrowed with deep worry… and, suddenly, he understood his sister’s pain.

“Not a very beautiful past… I haven’t told anyone about it, except you, Patel.” Dya’s thoughts were so peaceful, but the deep pool was slightly rippling, as if it was excitedly responding to something.

But Dya didn’t pay attention to the waves. Her gaze became distant as she looked into the distance: “I thought you understood the meaning behind this story. You were to become the hero in front of my stage, and for the sake of the people who had passed away, and for the sake of our love, you were to engage in a heroic confrontation with unequal strength. Patel… what else do I have to say to you when I say goodbye? The hero in my heart has already died! And I used my life to make up for my mistakes, not because I was disappointed in love, my faith has never been lost, the freedom and fairness behind love, what I made up for was being a spoiled daughter who let her parents down to such an extent that I couldn’t accept filial piety at their knees, and I had to endure the torment of you becoming a devil! I thought my death would stop you and awaken some conscience in you. This is the meaning of my death, this is the only thing I can do for my parents.

“Your death did not awaken Patel, and he could not be forgiven. He had gone too far to stop.” The voice of Uncle Johnny was full of sadness and regret, echoing over the rocks.

There were so many misunderstandings between the two families. Unfortunately, at that time, Dya had given all her trust to Patel, who was also of a lower caste. She thought he was a hero. If only the misunderstandings could be resolved… But there are no ifs in life!

“I know that my soul will not be free from suffering because of suicide. I know that he did not stop, and that his soul has already merged with the devil. How could he stop?” At this point, Dya stood up and said softly, “I do not regret my decision. After all, I still have the courage to burn my life and make up for my mistakes, even though they are wrong. Brother, do you remember that long letter? In the letter, I was an escapist, just to prevent my parents from being too sad. After I left, perhaps their disappointment would make their pain less. But I…” At this point, Zhenya’s expression became very sad, as if she were about to cry, but unfortunately souls have no tears.

“But I… if there were a chance to go back in time, I would like to spend more time with them.”

When she said this, Uncle Jonny’s tears began to flow again. There is no if in life.

Daya put away her sad expression and sighed, “How do I say goodbye to you? Patel! If there is a next life, I hope the person I love is a true hero. He will fight in this land with all the pressure, holding my hand, and even if he pays with his life, I will follow him. Patel, I am very grateful to you for bringing me a flower seed, a red, unknown wildflower. You remember that it was the first flower you gave me, picked from the roadside and shyly handed to me… But Patel, you used lies to make me a pawn in life, doing many inexplicable things that were not my intention. After death, you even found me like this, influencing me with the devilish aura of your body, causing my soul to also carry the power of the devil, killing so many innocent people.

The water in the deep pool churned again, and the drizzle at first had turned into a downpour, pouring down… Was this how Patel felt when he faced Ziya?

“Before I died, I was a person who ran away, indulging in lies, and in the end I had to use my life to stop it, hoping that the tragedy would stop… After I died, you still wanted me to pay my debt… These innocent souls that I imprisoned.” Dinya said word by word, and then suddenly turned to Uncle Johnny and said, “Brother, don’t stop me.”

I already predicted what would happen. These ghosts died because of Yaya, so whether Yaya wanted to or not, their souls were passively “imprisoned” by Yaya, just like the innocent souls that would follow the murderer in the world of the living , and the fetus that has been aborted will also follow its parents, unless it is liberated… In this case, in order to break this curse, she must burn her own soul.

“Dunya…” The voice that came from Uncle Johnny’s throat was so painful.

At this moment, the entire deep pool finally boiled, and a hoarse and unfamiliar voice suddenly rang out throughout the deep pool: “No, Vanya, I won’t let you leave me! It’s impossible!”

A violent wind suddenly blew, and the red rain began to mysteriously gather and violently pour down towards a certain point in the deep pool, where Patel was staying!

“Chengyi, move the formation!” Uncle Johnny shouted.

I didn’t need to be reminded by Uncle Johnny. I was already sitting in the middle of the formation, and I started to chant the mantra with everyone.