Ten Thousand Soul Banner: Deceased, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?-Chapter 1139 - 1135: Luo Yunsong’s Life

Shen Siyuan was somewhat surprised; it was the first time someone had immediately inquired about his identity upon contact.

His identity was naturally difficult to explain to the living, but there was no need to hide anything from the deceased before him.

"I am the Qiong Province Governor," Shen Siyuan said calmly, without a trace of emotion.

"Qiong Province Governor? This..."

Luo Yunsong couldn’t grasp what position Scribe held, but he understood the weight of the State Governor, and couldn’t help but wonder if this was the Underworld Governor of Qiong Province.

Before he could ask further, Shen Siyuan had already explained voluntarily, "I oversee all ghost gods within Qiong Province, and manage all affairs of Qiongzhou Netherworld."

"So that’s it... So you are Lord Governor..."

Upon hearing this, Luo Yunsong’s eyes widened suddenly, his speech became stammering, and he dared not sit while replying. He quickly stood up, his back straight, full of tension and restraint.

Recalling now what Dou Dou said, that Potato appointed her as Only See Wolf and Great General, all the irrationalities suddenly made sense.

"No need to be nervous, just speak while seated."

Shen Siyuan raised his hand, signaling him to relax.

But Luo Yunsong dared not sit; ordinary people were intimidated by a Governor, let alone by a Netherworld Venerable God who ruled a province of ghost gods. His heart remained filled with awe.

Seeing his insistence, Shen Siyuan didn’t force him and slightly raised his chin, "Let’s talk about your matter."

"Alright... okay."

Luo Yunsong responded quickly, not daring to doubt Shen Siyuan’s words in the slightest.

Regardless of truth, this person was the third since the past twenty years who could see his presence; it wouldn’t hurt to believe for now.

Luo Yunsong was a native of Qiong Province and one of the few university students of his time, majoring in fine arts.

After graduating from the art academy, he didn’t return to Qiong Province but stayed in Huacheng, working as an illustrator at a magazine.

In those days, it was definitely an enviable job with a high salary, good benefits, and a respectable social status.

However, Huacheng, adjacent to Hong Kong and Macao, was one of the earliest open cities in the country, the tide of time surged, and business gradually became the mainstream of society.

Many workers, teachers, even government officials with stable jobs, chose to delve into business.

Luo Yunsong, unwilling to stay stagnant, was also inspired to take action.

He partnered with a colleague from the press to open a clothing company.

The friend handled management and operation, while he took on clothing design. The two had clear roles, aiming for success.

In the early days of reform and opening up, the demand for new-style clothing was huge from the masses, so as long as they didn’t make fatal decision errors, they were bound to profit.

Initially, they took steady steps, first copying the popular clothing from Hong Kong, Macao, and Japan, then modifying and innovating based on local aesthetics, and once they gained recognition, they created their own original brand.

This method proved effective; within a few years, they were earning copiously and became notable entrepreneurs in the circle.

The golden bracelet that Tang Tang found was the gift Luo Yunsong bought for his mother with his first earnings.

At that time, he was his mother’s greatest pride; whenever visiting friends and relatives, she couldn’t help but brag about her son.

According to Luo Yunsong’s plans, their clothing company would gradually grow, eventually becoming a renowned brand in the country.

However, reality didn’t meet expectations; several original brands they launched ended in failure, losing a lot of money.

The change followed closely.

The partner, finding the path of originality difficult, had the intention to retreat, insisting on reverting to the path of imitation.

This way, there was no risk and money came quickly; why risk losing it all for originality?

But Luo Yunsong, being an art student, had his own persistence and tenacity; he didn’t want to abandon his efforts, nor settle for imitations and shortcuts.

This led to an irreconcilable rift between the once united partners.

"My partner used to be a colleague from the press; we were on great terms..."

"When I first joined the press, knowing nothing, it was him who guided me and taught me how to do my job..."

"His family was local to Huacheng; I always considered him my elder brother. When I first started, I had trouble with meals and housing, it was him who often invited me to his home for dinners; his wife was also kind, always preparing a table full of dishes, even helped me find and rent a place. She even covered the first month’s rent for me..."

"They had a loving, happy family and a lovely daughter..."

Saying this, Luo Yunsong’s voice trembled slightly, his chest felt blocked by a boulder, suffocating him.

"I still can’t understand; a mere commercial disagreement, how could he... how could he resort to killing me..."

It was merely a difference in ideals, merely a divergence in paths forward, yet the person who treated him like a brother and whom he respected as one, ended his life with his own hands.

Luo Yunsong looked bewildered, his life halting at its most brilliant moment.

Resentment? How could it not exist.

Hatred? How could it not exist.

But resentment and hatred ultimately couldn’t rival the reality of the divide between the living and the dead; even if he were furious beyond measure, he couldn’t harm his adversary in the slightest.

What he found even harder to accept was his silent demise, his remains hidden so well they hadn’t been discovered for over twenty years, and his identity remained treated as missing.

"My father passed away early, my mother raised me all by herself, enduring so much hardship, only to enjoy few pleasures."

Luo Yunsong’s voice grew choked, the fury in his eyes gradually replaced by sorrow, "Since I ’disappeared’, she visited Huacheng several times each year searching for me, through wind and rain, never stopping. It was only after she grew older, her body weak, that the visits lessened. But she never gave up, always believing I was alive somewhere in the world..."

"If my mother knew I had died, she surely wouldn’t be able to hold on..."

He raised his hand to cover his face, his voice filled with despair, "But I am unwilling to accept this, truly unwilling; why should my mother suffer so much, living such a painful life, while the one who killed me can continue enjoying a happy family and peaceful life?"

Luo Yunsong grew increasingly agitated, nearly shouting by the end, eyes wide with fury and resentment, his whole aura turning restless.

Yet, when his gaze accidentally drifted to Shen Siyuan opposite him, seeing his indifferent expression and eyes with no trace of fluctuation, as though long accustomed to such scenes, he suddenly snapped back to reality, calming instantly.

"I’m sorry... I just... I momentarily lost composure..."

He stammered in explanation, face full of embarrassment and fear, worried his impulsiveness had displeased this Netherworld Venerable God.

"You don’t need to explain," Shen Siyuan spoke flatly, "After all, anyone whose life was abruptly halted would harbor anger."

He had seen countless deceased with deep-seated grudges, some even more extreme and insane than Luo Yunsong; the man before him was considered restrained.

Upon hearing this, Luo Yunsong was momentarily stunned, then gratefully looked at Shen Siyuan, his voice softening, "Thank you for your understanding."

Shen Siyuan slightly nodded, then shifted gears directly to the heart of the matter, "I can offer you two choices: First, let you see your mother one last time to resolve both your obsessions. Second, I assist in reporting to the authorities, allowing the mortal world’s police to reopen your case and restore justice for you."

He paused, his gaze fixed on Luo Yunsong’s face, delivering each word clearly, "But you must understand, regardless of the choice, your mother will eventually learn the truth of your passing, as you said earlier, she will be heartbroken and find it hard to accept; this is an inevitable outcome."

"So, what will you choose?"

The balcony’s breeze gently blew past with a touch of coolness, Luo Yunsong froze in place, the gratitude in his eyes gradually replaced by bewilderment, fingers unconsciously clenched, caught in a dilemma.