Ten Thousand Soul Banner: Deceased, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?-Chapter 1130 - 1126: Letting Go

"Alright, we’ve seen the baby, let’s not disturb Granny Jiang and the others for any longer."

Duoduo reached out and tugged at Dou Dou’s arm, pulling her out forcefully.

This little one is still curious about the taste of Granny Jiang’s Nai Nai, who knows what mischief she’ll cause if she stays any longer.

"Granny Jiang is really stingy." Dou Dou, being dragged outside, didn’t forget to grumble softly, "I’ll ask my mom to let me try it when I get home."

This so-called soft voice was just loud enough for everyone inside to hear.

Jiang Yingxue didn’t know whether to laugh or cry; she pretended she hadn’t heard. If she responded to this little girl’s chatter, who knows how long she would keep going.

Watching Dou Dou and Duoduo disappear at the doorway, Jiang Yingxue finally lowered her head to look at the son in her arms.

The little one had fallen into a deep sleep again after a full meal, his little brow relaxed, making his little appearance all the more lovable and endearing.

"Such a good little baby, eating and then sleeping, so much easier than his sister was at that age." Jiang Yingxue gently stroked her son’s soft, newborn hair, full of feelings.

Ruan Xiangqian took over the conversation, his voice gentle: "You must be tired too, lie down and rest."

He carefully took the child from Jiang Yingxue, turned, and walked out of the room, handing the little one to the childcare experts waiting outside.

The newborn baby had just finished nursing, and lying flat might cause milk to choke, so it’s best to hold him at a slight angle. The two experienced childcare experts naturally knew this without needing reminders from Ruan Xiangqian.

Meanwhile, Duoduo, Dou Dou, and Weiwei, the three little ones, had already returned to the fifth floor’s intensive care area.

As soon as they turned into the corridor, they sensed something was off.

The previously quiet corridor was now bustling with people, several nurses hurriedly moving back and forth, their expressions solemn.

Among the crowd, a figure in a yellow delivery uniform stood out, standing alone in the corner, looking somewhat forlorn.

"Daddy."

Weiwei recognized him immediately and broke free from Duoduo’s hand, running over, habitually reaching out her little hand to grab his coat hem.

But her fingertips passed through emptiness, touching nothing.

Weiwei’s little hand froze mid-air, her eyes dimming, and she let out a small sigh, slowly lowering her hand.

Duoduo and Dou Dou exchanged a glance, discreetly "slipping" into the adjacent ward.

The scene in the ward was even more sorrowful than when they had left.

The little brother who previously lay on the bed was now standing aimlessly beside it, gazing at himself on the bed, looking utterly lost.

His mother leaned against the bedside, resting on the cold edge of the bed, her shoulders shaking violently, with suppressed sobs that tightened the heart.

His father stood there, dumbfounded, neither crying nor speaking, his face pale as paper, his body subtly swaying as if a breeze could topple him.

The little brother on the bed had his tubes removed, dressed in a brand new set of clothes, lying there quietly as if asleep.

"Mom..."

The little brother reached out to grab his mom’s arm, but his palm passed effortlessly through her body.

Unwilling to give up, he turned to his dad, and the result was the same.

"Am I dead?"

The little brother stared dazedly at his hand, his voice carrying a trace of confusion mixed with a bit of relief and an indescribable sadness.

At this moment, a man strode in, speaking with a somewhat formulaic tone: "The car is already waiting downstairs, please get things ready on your end, so we can quickly..."

The newcomer handled the funeral arrangements, stationed near the hospital for years, familiar with the hospital and nurses.

Whenever someone passed away at the hospital, they always got the news immediately; their comprehensive funeral services spared the family from much trouble.

The little brother stood in front of the bed without realizing he needed to dodge.

Duoduo acted quickly, grabbing his arm and pulling him aside, whispering a warning: "Watch out for his three fires; they can burn you. Even if they don’t kill you, they’ll hurt like hell."

The little brother then noticed Duoduo and Dou Dou, surprised, his eyes widening: "You... can see me?"

He paused, seeming to realize something, then asked: "Are you ghosts too?"

"Nope." Dou Dou immediately puffed out her chest, hands on her hips, proudly proclaiming, "We are Divine." 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"Divine?"

The little brother looked them up and down, eyes full of doubt.

"I’m really Divine, I’m not bluffing." Dou Dou, anxious and afraid he’d doubt, insisted.

The little brother shrank back a bit, scared, retreating slightly: "Then... are you here to catch me?"

"Catch you? Why would we catch you?" Dou Dou scratched her head, looking puzzled, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"If not to catch me, then why are you here?" The little brother breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn’t help asking curiously.

"Mm..."

Duoduo touched her chin, thought for a moment, and truthfully said, "We’re just passing by, came in to see the excitement."

Upon hearing this, a hint of relief flashed across the little brother’s face, mixed with a subtle disappointment.

He thought to himself, then what use are you Divine?

"You’ve died, why don’t you go to the Netherworld? Is there something you’re unwilling to leave behind?" Dou Dou tilted her head, asking.

The little brother’s gaze fell on his crying mom at the bedside, eyes growing dim, and he sighed gently: "I’m a bit reluctant to leave Dad and Mom... They truly are wonderful parents."

Dou Dou scratched her head, contemplating sincerely: "But they can no longer see you; staying here doesn’t help much..."

She struggled to organize her words, aiming to comfort the little brother, but as the words reached her lips, she didn’t know what to say.

Didn’t she stay in the Mortal World because she was reluctant to leave her dad and mom, only moving on after meeting Potato?

So in a sense, she had no right to say this.

Though back then, there was no Netherworld, it’s not entirely her fault, is it?

At that moment, the little brother suddenly smiled, his smile notably relieved: "Thank you, actually, though I’m reluctant, I know that without me, Dad and Mom would surely live happier, easier lives."

"Why would they be happier without you? Don’t they love you?" Dou Dou was puzzled.

"Of course not, but I’ve always been sick. Dad and Mom have been exhausted and heartbroken trying to cure me. Without me, they wouldn’t have to struggle so much, naturally living better."

"I see, you’re like Weiwei."

The little brother had no idea who Weiwei was, but he didn’t question further; these things seemed irrelevant now.

"But if there’s a next life, I still want to be their son. I hope I can be healthy next time."

"Well..." Dou Dou tilted her head, pondering, "You should ask Potato."

Just as she finished speaking, a ghostly blue thread suddenly appeared out of nowhere in front of the little brother.

One end of the thread was connected to his chest, while the other extended to the ends of the void, being pulled by something.

As Divine of the Netherworld, they naturally recognized what this thread was.

Previously, there was no such thread; if a ghost relinquished all attachment, their soul would scatter.

However, since the Netherworld’s reestablishment, once attachment is relinquished, such a soul-guiding thread appears, leading ghosts to the Netherworld.

"Are you leaving now? Won’t you look at your parents once more?" Duoduo asked.

The little brother shook his head, saying: "Better not, because... staying longer makes me want to cry."

"Goodbye." The little brother gave Dou Dou and Duoduo a faint smile.

"Goodbye."

Dou Dou and Duoduo waved to him simultaneously.

It was their first time seeing such a straightforward ghost, one who felt reluctant yet could let go so calmly.

At that moment, the ghostly blue soul-guiding thread jerked suddenly, causing the little brother’s figure to waver and instantly transform into a shimmer, disappearing from the ward.

"Sigh..."

Dou Dou looked at the empty space, feeling a nameless sense of loss, her little lips pouting.

"Let’s go." Duoduo headed towards the door first, "Once we’re back in the Netherworld, we can find him and play."

"Wait for me."

Dou Dou immediately chased after her, the previous sense of loss promptly tossed far away.

Yet, as she reached the doorway, she couldn’t help but glance back; the little brother’s mom was still crying, and his dad stood there, like a soul-lost statue.

Dou Dou clenched her small fists and quietly muttered: "Hmph, my heart is as hard as a cold big bun; it won’t feel sad."

After saying this, she turned her head and trotted to catch up with Duoduo.