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  Jiang Xi took less than an hour to confirm that she wasn't hallucinating - she had indeed been reborn.

  It's not too late for everything.

  Jiang Xi didn't ask the heavens why they couldn't just be kind and send her back to before she was kidnapped, instead feeling that this timing was just right, producing a tiny bit of indescribable comfort: probably having suffered for so long, being too fortunate made her uneasy, but a little bit of fortune was enough.

  For this tile-roofed house, Jiang Xi is deeply etched in her memory. In the countless days and nights of being beaten and abused at Sangjia Dang, she had simulated escaping over and over again in her mind, and was almost familiar with this experience.

  "Xiao Ling, go back and sit properly, someone is coming."

  As expected, just as the sound of Jiang Xi's voice had barely faded away, the door "creaked" open from outside, and the old wooden door in the rural area bounced back against the wall.

  A rural woman in her thirties with hair like a bird's nest rushed in, shouting: "What are you yelling about? Are you all mourning? If you yell again, I'll send you all to see the King of Hell tonight!"

  "Clang", an iron basin fell to the ground.

  It's certainly not like at home where you can have a bowl of rice with several dishes to pick and choose from, and if you don't like something, you can just push the bowl away.

  Congee cooked with old rice from who-knows-which year, floating on top are a few rotten leaves, occasionally you can even see dead insects drifting around, and it's not uncommon to crack your teeth on stones when taking a bite.

  Thin porridge, barely enough to keep from starving.

  Not eating? Okay.

  The next two meals continue to starve.

  Those who deceive people will not take pity on you just because of your young age - apart from the little bit of human skin used to deceive people, the heart in their chest is probably already rotten.

  The iron basin came down, and the children who were still crying just now gathered around with interest, waiting for their turn to get porridge.

  Most of them were like Xiaoling, young children who could run and jump, but they were all quiet as chickens, too well-behaved. There weren't many as big as Jiangxi.

  The kidnappers also have their own rules and won't take just anyone.

  Young girls of her age are the most popular, fresh and lively like a flower. Many buyers want them, they can be sold at a good price; but older boys are not wanted, firstly because they are difficult to manage, secondly because there is no place for them to go. Then there are five or six year old children who are also in high demand, many families without sons rush to buy them.

  It's Jiang Xi's turn now.

  Jiang Xi hung his head and took over the cracked porcelain bowl, for the first time honestly slurping away on the spot.

  The woman who was serving congee snorted coldly, apparently very satisfied with the quietness of the troublemaker, and said sarcastically:

  "In my territory, no matter if you were a celestial being before, once you're here, you'd better behave yourself! Listen to me and you'll get food, otherwise..." The cook's gaze swept around the room, and the children couldn't help but shiver, hastening their pace as they ate their porridge.

  Jiang Xi certainly wouldn't argue with her -

  That was something she did in her past life.

  No matter how sharp your tongue is, it's useless against these people who have ways to deal with troublemakers.

  She's been here for only two days and has already been dragged by the hair and slammed into a wall. For now, it's more important to "learn" a bit and lower the other party's guard. As for these children around her - Jiang Xi tightened his already meager sympathetic heart and pretended not to see.

  "Little stream... have you eaten yet?"

  A soft and timid voice sounded, Jiang Xi knew without turning her head that it was Sun Ting, the classmate who had been kidnapped along with her.

  In this room, there were three others of her age, all girls.

  A female college student, reportedly got high at a nightclub and was drugged, with an ordinary appearance, her already thin clothes had become tattered and smelly from the prolonged ordeal, her hair disheveled and reeking, now sat with her head down, lost in thought.

  However, Jiang Xi knew: this person was absolutely not a lamp that saves oil.

  She had successfully escaped once before, but was soon caught and brought back - if it hadn't been for the college girl shouting loudly to wake people up, she might have gotten even further away.

  There is also Sun Ting, the two of them can't tell who implicated whom, they went out to buy stationery together and were kidnapped together, successfully forming a pair of distressed sisters.

  Later she was sold first, as for the remaining Sun Ting... I think her luck won't be much stronger than mine.

  It seems like it was a long time ago when I think back on it now.

  "I'm full."

  Jiang Xi returned the ceramic basin to the girl who was picking flowers, and then retreated back to her own straw mat with a sullen expression. Sun Ting looked at her in surprise, feeling that this deskmate of hers had somehow... changed.

  She couldn't say it out loud, as if overnight the warm and blooming spring had turned into a bitterly cold winter, both cold and hard, with the gloom of aquatic plants that rarely see sunlight.

  "What's wrong, Little Creek?"

  Sun Ting swallowed her words, and that dirty little face looked at Jiang Xi in a daze, but only got Jiang Xi's silent glance. She was suddenly changed, and her mind was in chaos, she just instinctively wanted to stick with familiar people, and carefully sat down next to Jiang Xi.

  Jiang Xi glanced at her and didn't make a sound, only bowing his head to think of a countermeasure.

  This room goes out, next to it is a hall, usually morning and evening are watched by people, two patrollers in a group take turns, a total of four men and one woman, each with a good hand strength, she has no strength to tie a chicken, and must not be an opponent if forced.

  Moreover, at night there is another bowl of "added ingredient" congee, after eating it becomes a soft-shelled shrimp, the anesthetic can work for one night, these rascals have been very familiar with this set in the long-term operation of the industry.

  So, it's only at night that the vigilance of the flower children, including these imprisoned kids, is reduced to its lowest.

  Ke Jiangxi couldn't escape at night, first, the domineering woman would definitely watch them drink the porridge mixed with anesthetic, secondly, it was impossible to escape in the evening, this desolate and remote countryside, early on, all lights were out, no means of transportation, even if they escaped, they wouldn't get far.

  Just as she was thinking of a countermeasure, Jiang Xi suddenly felt an itch in her palm, as if something was trying to drill through her palm and grow outwards, painful yet accompanied by an indescribable comfort.

  She stretched out her palm, but she was stunned there.

  Right on that dirty, blood-stained palm, a tender green bud was quietly breaking through the soil, and this soil was apparently her palm.

  A blade of grass grew in her palm.

  Its body is like a bean sprout, not even half the height of a fingernail, and when it sees a river or stream, it twitches its body as if beckoning.

  Jiang Xi's palm suddenly closed with a "slap" - she was so shocked by this mysterious scene that for a moment, she even forgot her plan to escape.

  Sun Ting was startled by her movement and saw that Jiang Xi's face was not right, and she couldn't help but ask with concern: "Xiao Xi, what's wrong?"

  Jiang Xi shook his head, his flower-cat-like face unreadable, yet somehow conveying that something was amiss: "Nothing."

  It's night.

  After finishing the thin porridge with added ingredients, Jiang Xi leaned against the wall on one side, and only opened his eyes after everyone had fallen asleep.

  She spread out her palm, staring blankly at that sprout of "bean sprouts", the moonlight couldn't shine into this dark and airtight room, Jiang Xi wasn't afraid of people seeing the abnormality on her palm.

  She carefully stretched out her left hand and touched the palm, and indeed felt the soft and delicate texture unique to plant leaves. She then turned to the root, and the stem of the "bean sprout" merged seamlessly with her palm.

  Jiang Xi exerted his strength to pull outward, but found that except for making himself pant with exhaustion, it had no effect.

  "Douya Cai" grew a strong and unyielding physique, stubbornly rooted in the palm of its own hand.

  Was she reborn to become Edward's scissorhands, and later a plant hand? Jiang Xi thought with a mixture of laughter and tears, but three words floated in her mind:

  "Lotus Heart Grass."

  What's wrong with you?

  Jiang Xi was certain that neither in her past life nor now had she ever heard of this name, at most she only knew about the "Bodhi Tree".

  So, is Bodhi Grass saying that the "bean sprout" in her palm?

  Jiang Xi's palms were clasped together, and she tentatively thought in her mind, "What is Pu Xin Cao?"

  It turns out that a few lead-printed characters about the origin of Bodhi grass were forcibly poured into Jiang Xi's brain, making him dizzy and confused. After sorting it out with great difficulty, it seems that this Bodhi grass originated from a connected root grass growing under the Bodhi tree in front of the Buddha's gate, named "Bodhi Heart"?

  How did the grass grow into her palm?

  Jiang Xi couldn't understand, and a lead-printed phrase naturally appeared in his mind: "The tender grass of Bodhi, if the Bodhi grass dies, then the host will perish; if the Bodhi grass survives, then the host will survive."

  Jiang Xi was getting anxious, she had just been reborn and hadn't escaped this place yet, hadn't settled her parents down, and still had a long life to live, how could she not survive because of the death of a tender little grass?

  It's as if it's no surprise at all that something so bizarre has happened, with one's own life being linked to a small blade of grass.

  Jiang Xi's past made her good at endurance, even if she had countless doubts in her heart, she still suppressed her curiosity and only asked in her mind: "Why didn't the Bodhi grass die?"

  She asked coarsely, and the lead type also answered roughly:

  "Air."

  Jiang Xi didn't understand and couldn't help but ask again: "What did you say?"

  "Bodhi grass feeds on human joy, if the host gets one person's delight, then Bodhi grass lives for another day, if it gets a hundred people's delight, then it lives for a hundred days, and with a hundred people's delight, it brews dew to dispel worries."

  "What if it makes thousands of people happy?"

  "Live for thousands of days and brew the elixir of immortality."

  "Would it delight ten thousand people?"

  "May you live for ten thousand days and drink sweet wine."

  "Would it delight billions of people?"

  “……”

  The lead type did not respond.

  Jiang Xi rested her head, her long eyelashes flickering in the night, "How many more days can I live?"

  If her current situation were to be translated into a math problem, she would probably have encountered an extremely difficult extra-credit question. The only thing she can do now is to first escape this prison and then think of other things.

  "Ten days."

  Jiang Xi suddenly closed his eyes, he was only ten years old.

  She couldn't put into words what was in her heart, yet she felt it should be this way.

  She used to only know how to bury her head in books and rarely interact with people, able to count out ten around her, which was already satisfying.

  Ten days, a period that is neither long nor short, she needs to wait for the best moment to strike.

  "What is Jioulu?"

  The night is long, the river and creek are boring, so she might as well ask the question that has been on her mind all along. As the saying goes, "Great difficulties do not kill, there must be good fortune afterwards." She patted her arm heavily, perhaps heaven will open its eyes?

  The lead character in his mind took half a day to surface:

  "Relieving Dew, as the name suggests, removes additional debuffs from the body, stubborn diseases are unbearable."

  Jiang Xi suddenly opened his eyes, "What if it's a hypnotic drug?"

  "Okay."

  Every word counts.

  Jiang Xi felt like he had found a breakthrough.

  But what's in front of me now is clearly very different.

  It's as if it has been carefully adjusted by the hand of God, further refined on the basis of the original, every item is adjusted to the extreme that can be reached, the skin is whiter and more delicate, the eyebrows are more beautiful, even the figure tends to perfection.

  If the original Jiangxi was a low-end version of Nioper, then this one is a high-end version of Rolls-Royce, and it's also a globally limited edition, one-of-a-kind.

  Jiang Mu blinked her eyes and was speechless for a moment.

  "Mom? It's still early, let me sleep a bit longer."

  Xi Xi rubbed her eyes, last night was a long toss and turn, before that she had been sleeping poorly with anxiety, finally having a good sleep, she hated to wake up from it.

  "What's with all this sleeping?! It's already sunny and warm!"

  As she rubbed her eyes, Jiang Mu felt as if her former lovely daughter had returned.

  Forcedly ignoring the unease in her heart, she dragged Jiang Xi up to wash and rinse.

  Jiang Xi was pushed into the bathroom in a daze, still not feeling anything out of the ordinary as she brushed her teeth with her eyes closed. It wasn't until she washed her face and got a clear look at the person in the mirror that her heart skipped a beat:

  "He's gone crazy!"

  Jiang Xi's fingertips slid across her face, and the beauty in the mirror also stroked her own face with her fingertips. Her eyes, ears, mouth, and nose were all familiar, yet somehow different from the reflection she had seen countless times before.

  She's no fool, and with a little thought, it's clear that this is the work of shampoo. However, the "washing of the marrow" mentioned here has always been about removing impurities from the body and tempering the bones, but never said...

  "Hmph, fool." Xiao Yan seemed to sense her muttering and retorted with a poisonous tongue: "Tempering the roots of one's bones is precisely to allow the body to grow to its utmost limits."

  In other words, change is beautiful and it's meant to be.

  Jiang Xi shrugged, she had always been open-minded, and if heaven didn't take her away, she would be blamed instead. Becoming beautiful was better than becoming ugly anyway. However, with such a huge change, the people around her might not be able to keep it a secret.

  "Why the deception?"

  Xiao Yan is not human after all, no matter how intelligent he is, he can't truly understand human thoughts. In their world, the beautiful and powerful are admired by all living things, born with capital, showing off without hesitation, where would they hide?

  Jiang Xi had no intention of teaching another species what "cute" was, but seeing the girl in the mirror with her eyebrows and eyes relaxed, her skin smooth and clean, even the rustic pink nightgown seemed to exude a spiritual aura, she couldn't help but furrow her brow.

  Anyone and anything has its own gradual process, her transformation is so sudden that it may raise suspicions.

  She pushed her long hair forward, covering her cheeks, and mussed up the bangs on her forehead, trying to create a disheveled look. However, her hair was too good, black and lustrous, and could have been used directly for a shampoo commercial; even when mussed, it only showed off its charm.

  A sixteen-year-old girl, like a flower bud in age, is neither big nor small. Most are still in the ivory tower as an immature fruit, but Jiang Xi's "green fruit" was ripened ahead of time, with a mature soul inside, even her clear and beautiful eyebrows were tainted with elegance. No matter how she dressed, she couldn't be low-key - just like putting a white swan among a group of awkward little ducks, the white swan would still stand out even if it tried to lower its elegant neck.

  Jiang Xi gave up.

  The block of words jumped in his mind: "The host is worried, why?"

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