Zither Emperor Chapter 137 Chapter 35 The Story of Sura Part 2_1

137: Chapter 35 The Story of Sura (Part 2)_1 137: Chapter 35 The Story of Sura (Part 2)_1 The new book “Douluo Continent” is now available, look forward to everyone’s early collection.

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Sura said mournfully, “Yin Zhu, I’m sorry, really sorry.

However, since you’ve given me so many things, can you give me one more thing, the last one.

I want this ring.

You can take everything within it, just give me the ring.” He pointed to the silver ring on Ye Yinzhu’s hand as he spoke.

Ye Yinzhu said in surprise, “It’s not that I don’t want to give it to you, but this was given to me by Grandpa Qin, I…”

Sura pleaded almost desperately, “I don’t need the space ring function or anything inside it, I just want this ring.”

Ye Yinzhu hesitated for a moment, and looking at Sura’s stubborn gaze, he helplessly said, “Alright, you give me no choice.

Luckily, you are my long-term meal ticket.

If it was someone else, I really wouldn’t want to give it.

After I unlock the spiritual imprint, you can use it directly.” As he spoke, he started operating his recovered spiritual power, transferring the magical products within the silver ring into the blue space ring before handing the silver ring to Sura.

“Help me wear it on my ring finger.” Sura extended his right hand.

Without doubting him, Ye Yinzhu put the ring on him.

Just as he was about to retract his hand, Sura suddenly turned his wrist, firmly gripping his hand.

Ye Yinzhu felt a sudden chill in his palm, as though something extra was there.

When he retracted his hand and looked, he saw that what Sura had given him was a silver coin.

A silver coin that seemed rather special.

The coin was supposed to have the design of a Magic Hexagram, universally used on the Continent.

But this coin seemed a bit old, the patterns on it were blurry, and the whole coin was even somewhat tarnished, devoid of any shine.

“Sura, why are you giving me money?” Ye Yinzhu asked in confusion.

Sura was looking at the silver ring on his hand, his eyes full of satisfaction.

“Yin Zhu, thank you.

Consider this as us exchanging gifts.

You’ve given me too many things, I’ll gift this back to you.

Concerning this silver coin, let me tell you a story, okay?” The feeling of unburdening made him feel as if his whole body had bee lighter.

Fool, this is a token of exchange!

Can’t you see, how important is this silver coin to me?

Ye Yinzhu nodded and said, “Is it related to you?”

Sura didn’t answer, but sat down next to Ye Yinzhu.

“There was a woman who made a living by scavenging garbage.

One day, she was walking home after selling some scrap metal she had collected.

As she passed through an alley, a thug jumped out from the corner of the alley.

He held a knife towards the woman and demanded that she surrender all her money.

The woman froze in fear.

Once the thug started frisking her, he pulled an old bag out from her pocket, which contained money.

The thug took the bag and just walked away.

At that moment, the woman collected herself, charged forward, and seized the bag.

The thug threatened her with the knife to drop it, but the woman tightly held on to the money bag and refused to let go.

While protecting the bag, she also started screaming.

The cry for help alerted the residents in the alley who then helped to catch the thug.

The people escorted the thug and a frightened woman to the city guard’s office.

During the interrogation, the thug confessed to the robbery.

The woman stood shivering with cold sweat all over her face.

The city guard forted her, “You don’t have to be afraid.”

The woman replied, “I am in so much pain.

My finger was snapped by him.”

She raised her right hand, and then everyone noticed that her index finger was limp.

She would rather have her finger break than to let go of the money bag.

It implied the bag’s value.

The city guard decided to open the money bag.

Everyone was stunned at the sight: there was just one silver coin in there.

Many thought that for one silver coin – one person lost a finger and the other became a criminal – it was totally unworthy.

The city guard was puzzled: What was the force that pelled this woman to hold onto this paltry silver coin even while enduring the intense pain of broken fingers?

After simple treatment, the woman just left.

She walked up to a fruit stand and started selecting fruits very carefully with that one silver coin.

She bought a pear, an apple, an orange, a banana, a piece of sugar cane, a strawberry…

She picked one of each kind of fruit available on the stand until the entire silver coin was spent.

Those who knew about her ordeal were puzzled.

Was it really worth risking a finger for a coin just to taste some fruit?

Carrying a bag full of fruits, the woman walked straight out of the city to a cemetery in the countryside.

She walked to a quiet corner where there was a fresh grave.

The woman stood in front of the grave for a long time, a look of relief spreading across her face.

Then she leaned the bag against the gravestone and whispered to herself, “Son, Mom is sorry.

I failed you.

I couldn’t afford a cure for your illness, and you left this world at just eight years old.

Do you remember?

Before you left, when I asked you for your biggest wish, you said: ‘I’ve never eaten a good fruit before, what I would give for a good fruit.’ Oh child, mom failed you.

Even your last wish could not be fulfilled.

Our savings were gone trying to treat your illness.

But my son, yesterday, I finally cleared all the debts I took for your treatment.

Plus, with what I earned today, I had one silver coin left.

Son, I could buy fruits now.

Look, we have oranges, pears, apples, and bananas…

all in good condition.

All of them are fruits that Mom bought for you with money, not a single one of them is spoiled.

I chose each of them very carefully for you.

Eat up, my child…”