...No elder was willing to help us. They all said it was hopeless, to accept fate and let the child go. A pers…
...No elder was willing to help us. They all said it was hopeless, to accept fate and let the child go.
A person has only one life. If we "die," there will be nothing left.
A student named Zhang heard about this and said: The twelve Golden Colossi in the Mohist Classic can dance and speak well. Since human hands and feet can be replaced, why not the head?
He's truly mad... But to save this one life, we had to try... by ourselves.
The elders say that mechanisms of flesh and blood are a Mohist forbidden art. That child shouldn't live. I thought Zhang Wanshi was good-tempered, but that was the first time I saw him so angry.
Throughout the year, whenever he grew, the connection points would grind against his bones like a blunt knife, the pain unbearable. Zhang Wanshi found Anesthetic Powder, but the child was stubborn, preferring to scream rather than sleep.
...Did we really do a good thing?
At the end of the year, we will go to Mohist Hill. From then on, no one can predict the child's life or death.
Before leaving, Qing asked me, what is the outside world really like? What kind of world would leave a child with no way to live?
I couldn't answer... But we all know that the answer outside the mountain lies outside the mountain, not in the classrooms of Mohist Hill.