Chapter 667: The Truth Buried by My Own Hands
City Maternal and Child Health Hospital.
Sister Bai and I arrived here.
In fact, there are no less than three hospitals closest to that home, all equipped with complete obstetric and gynecological treatment systems.
However, they still chose to come to the most famous hospital they could reach. At least, in their perception, this was probably the place where the rich might go.
However, after I deeply understood the direct bloodline connections of those families and factions, I realized that even sideline members had private hospitals completely different from ordinary people—levels that ordinary individuals could never touch.
Sister Bai led me into the hospital, and even at this moment, the obstetrics department was very busy.
My gaze landed on one of the nurses until she turned and left my sight.
Then my attention shifted to a newborn baby.
Wristbands and identification tags were swapped, newborn management processes missed details…
Another child seemed to have their life swapped.
I had thought such occurrences were rare, but now it seemed otherwise.
The moment I arrived, reality directly showcased such operations to me.
Just moments ago, I really wanted to grab that nurse and ask her if she still had any moral bottom line, questioning whether the money she accepted was burning hot!
But in the end, I gave up…
Would it be useful to question her?
No…
And I didn’t want to cause trouble here.
But looking at the swapped identities, wanting to change them was nothing but a trivial effort for me.
Swapping tags, modifying records—these means could even be accomplished with some small spells.
“Xiao Han… this kind of change can’t be endless.”
“I know it can’t be endless, but so what? I am just experiencing the feeling of putting their lives back on track; it is the ability to personally correct a person’s fate.” I replied.
“If every person in the world is born with Earth Vein Shackles, their fate is scripted and driven by Fortune, but the final outcome is life returning to the Earth Vein.”
“Then, combining these characteristics, using the Earth Vein Identification Technique to obtain Earth Vein information, understanding Heart Sense, controlling Sense of Time, and deducing with Spirit Vision, I can take the present as a reference point and deduce the futures of those children that have yet to occur.”
“Is that possible?”
“Why wouldn’t it be possible?” I smiled at Sister Bai. “Taking our present as a reference point, employing the previous experience of retracing the Earth Vein timeline, the past is a predetermined and unchangeable fate, while the future is filled with unknown possibilities. We can know the upper and lower limits of a child’s future life, as well as the most likely outcome for them.”
“And the type of family raises what kind of child, what kind of child faces what event will inevitably make predetermined choices. It seems they have countless options, but in reality, there is only one path, which converges into the only road of the future, and this is the most probable life script of that child.”
Sister Bai followed me, listening to the concepts she could hardly understand, watching me make seemingly foolish choices along the way.
She didn’t ask why I didn’t directly seek the truth I cared about, for in sharing these viewpoints, Sister Bai had already discerned the meaning in my words.
Thus, Bai Yu knew that those truths had become irrelevant.
What truly mattered was what Xiao Han could learn and gain from this experience.
Once she recognized this, Bai Yu felt completely reassured, knowing that once Xiao Han had these thoughts, everything else would make way for them.
Which indirectly indicated… Xiao Han had come to a realization.
So, the question now was not how to face those parents but how to further master that obscure skill, one that could grasp an ordinary person’s life script.
“It’s time to handle some trivial matters.”
When I arrived at a nondescript newborn care area, I halted to speak to myself.
That ability to glimpse past scenes reappeared, both Sister Bai and I watched indifferently until a familiar figure appeared in the delivery room. Looking at the swapped life of the newborn child, I silently recorded some information.
“Xiao Han… what do you plan to do about this?”
“Send a text to notify the truth; as for the rest… it depends on how those two pairs of parents deal with it.” I shrugged.
Then, I took out my old phone, charged it up again, added a bit of credit, and composed a text message.
The content was concise and clear: the sequence of events, the outcomes, and how to handle it… the decision lay with them. As for whether they believed it… naturally, that was for them to discern.
After that, I left there and headed to another care area.
According to the Earth Vein Identification Technique, I was the child born here.
However… I couldn’t recall anything from my infancy.
Because… of my innate Spirit Vision.
Infancy was the period when I felt the most helpless and despaired, at that time, I didn’t even realize it would be my rebirth.
It wasn’t until I gradually “adapted” and realized I was still “alive”…
At that time, I thought I was sick, unable to see anything clearly, endless information crazily assaulted my consciousness. Any visible object, whether it was the ceiling above, my arm, or something else, all appeared as “blocks of color” and “mosaics.”
As I progressed further, I realized I was in a mental asylum caused by innate Spirit Vision.
Then I learned I had parents…
I should be grateful that I wasn’t taken for research due to the first recovery case of innate Spirit Vision-induced mental illness.
But I no longer wished to understand such matters. People always need to look forward; occasionally glancing back at the past is just a seasoning for the future. Being trapped in the past would be irresponsible to oneself.
“Xiao Han… can the Earth Veins really remember after a span of ten or twenty years?”
“They can, although it will become increasingly vague.” I took Sister Bai’s hand again; after completing the resonance of Heart Sense, many sentiments no longer needed words.
The Earth Vein remembers every detail of past history clearly, while histories written by humans will redraw past memories.
Characters of the lower classes, unnoticed by anyone, their faces blurry after less than a year’s tracing, historical figures recorded in books, even from several centuries ago, still won’t lose a single hair.
Once I realized this disparity, I understood that for one world, some people are truly insignificant, while others still shine brightly in the dusty Earth Veins.
The effect of Fortune is to help the Earth Vein fulfill the engraving of memories.
This is the treatment of the Child of Fortune; even as their lives return to dust, their images remain immortal within the Earth Vein.
At that moment, I took out a coin, the fate coin transformed from the shadow of that Fortune Seed.
The threads of Fortune intertwined like a carving kn*fe, etching my visage into the Earth Vein’s recall. Although I was not in this hospital during that past moment, based on this coin, I “saw” a convergence with this place from the distant past of the Earth Vein timeline.
In a hazy scene, among a blurred crowd, I saw two infants that stood out as mismatched with all the children.
I walked over, needing no distinction; I knew which one was my former self.
As a vague figure passed by, a tag was added to my tiny ankle.
Yet the information on it only included a fixed mother’s name and date of birth, etc. The child’s name was reserved, but left blank.
This reminded me of the name “Yang Yuelan,” which seemed to continue my previous life’s name. As for this life’s name… to be honest, I had forgotten what they had named me, or rather, during the stage where I had not yet adapted to my innate Spirit Vision, the name they gave me held no meaning for me.
“Xiao Han, don’t you want to see the child you swapped with? It’s actually a girl… is it a case of preference for boys over girls…”
“I don’t want to see it, it’s meaningless, just adds to my troubles; let’s each be well.”
“But you didn’t act that way toward that younger sister earlier…” Sister Bai questioned my response.
“She… she doesn’t have her own sense of perception yet; her life has just begun, and she still has a chance to start anew. As for me… I’ve passed that stage.” I released Sister Bai’s hand, the resonance of Heart Sense concluded. I just didn’t want this conflicting psychology to unnecessarily trouble her.
If asked why I made such a starkly different choice, I couldn’t provide a fitting answer. But since I chose to act this way, my subconscious must have deeper considerations.
In life, one encounters many issues. Aside from academic queries, digging deeper into other issues generally yields poor results.
Bai Yu stood still, having lost the resonance of Heart Sense; at this moment, she had become a mere spectator in this Earth Vein illusion, the registration form formed from Earth Vein information in her hand suddenly fell back to its original position.
She lost the qualification for limited interaction with this illusion, becoming a complete onlooker. She looked up at Xiao Han, who had walked to the window, but ultimately hesitated to speak.
What she wanted to say was… during the resonance, she understood the relationship between Fortune and the Earth Vein, but since the other child left such a clear image in the past Earth Vein information… this itself was quite strange, wasn’t it?
Bai Yu crouched down, looking at the tags and records.
Mother’s name… date of birth… baby’s name… Tan Han (crossed out) Tan Han…
“Xiao Han…” Sister Bai took a deep breath and stood up, gazing at my back, softly calling my name.
“Hmm? What’s up?”
“Is there a possibility that history might have been modified?”
“History… objective history cannot naturally be altered, but the history without living witnesses and the historical records of the Earth Vein may be different. Sister Bai, you wouldn’t want to modify this meaningless past, would you? This is an illusion; even if everything here were to be destroyed, my past would remain unchanged.”
“Is that so?” Sister Bai approached my side, seemingly making a difficult decision, “Then would it bother you if I destroyed this place?”
“Why?”
“Because since you have chosen not to engage with your biological parents, let’s completely sever any traces. From now on… I will be your only family, okay?”
“…Mm, alright.”
…
Sister Bai and I left the Maternal and Child Health Hospital; no one would know what had once happened here, nor would anyone know who had been.
This was merely a lost piece of vague history; the past had no witnesses to let it d*e without evidence.
“It’s so late… shall we go have some late-night snacks~?”
“Sure~”
This simple exchange added a hint of anticipation and satisfaction to a night that should have been sleepless.
And after having a sumptuous late-night meal, the true nightlife began.
This was the first time I felt the late-night hours were so long, allowing me to spend so much time with Sister Bai. It was also the first time I felt the late-night was so short, making the joyful moments flash by.
Previously, I was always a “good child,” eating on time, hinting at sleep, waking up on schedule, and meditating regularly.
Even when staying up late, it was often for studying or researching.
And this night, Sister Bai taught me many things.
It turned out that nightlife wasn’t about staying up late to watch TV, nor was it about mindlessly scrolling on phones under the covers, and certainly not about drowning in alcohol at midnight.
The true nightlife belonging to witches was donning the cloak of night, removing the masks worn during the day, releasing inner freedom and wildness, thereby gracefully weaving through ordinary streets under the moonlight, dancing with the night breeze, conversing with the stars, reminiscing about the past, and looking forward to the future.
The neon lights of nightlife were merely indulgence in desires and the outpouring of emotions; such absurd nightlife reflected a group of people’s discontent with life.
Perhaps for ordinary people, it’s about living in the moment, but for those about to become witches, nothing has changed.
Sister Bai shared her insights and experiences in becoming an Extraordinary Witch.
Witches, in fact, do not favor the fast-paced modern life; this way of living constantly squeezes every bit of energy out of life. Those short-lived ones carry the side effects of this lifestyle into the afterlife, but witches do not.
In fact, a considerable number of extraordinary witches transformed from short-lived individuals encounter the threshold of “aging mentality” when reaching the limits of their lifespans.
Such a fast-paced lifestyle drains too much passion and zeal.
Whether it is the pace of modernization or the living patterns of short-lived beings, both tend to pursue efficiency and speed. The advancement of modernization further exacerbates this fast-paced living state.
People yearn to realize more of their value and dreams within a limited life, leading even those who have become witches with endless lifetimes to develop a counterproductive mentality of exhaustion.
This is not a relaxed outlook on life and d*ath; it is the loss of passion for facing life as before.
The passion for life is not merely a surge of emotion; it is a long-lasting life experience requiring patience and perseverance.
Perhaps it is the anticipation of waking up each morning to a new day, or the small failures after trying something new—people often prefer success because the short span of life cannot afford failure, but witches can.
As the night gradually faded, Sister Bai and I nestled together atop the city’s iconic building, watching the dawn’s light appear on the horizon.
Watching the sunrise with Sister Bai, achievement accomplished—
“Look—sunrise!”
“It’s beautiful; why didn’t I notice before?”
“I don’t know~” I chuckled lightly, feigning ignorance in response.
Perhaps by letting go of past burdens, my heart has learned to appreciate the beauty in the ordinary.
