It was just a very simple apology, but Feng Congqian felt a pang of sadness in his heart. He suppressed his surging emotions and shook his head slightly: "Brother, it's not your fault."

Feng Junhao gave a bitter smile: "It's my fault." He was the beneficiary and the source of Feng Congqian's suffering over the years. He dared not ask Feng Congqian for forgiveness.

if……

If he had been more resolute in stopping Xie Qingya back then, she wouldn't have gone so far as to harm the younger generation of the Feng family.

He was a bad older brother and a bad father.

Feng Junhao looked at Xie Qingya, who was staring blankly at him, with a complicated expression. He closed his eyes slightly and said, "Yuanman, can you... send me and Yaxin to the underworld?"

He no longer wanted to stay in this world.

Whether he goes to the underworld and is reborn as an animal or not, he doesn't want to stay here any longer and let Xie Qingya use him as an excuse to hurt more people he cares about.

He didn't want to face Xie Qingya either.

Feng Junhao knew very well that everyone in the world could hate Xie Qingya, but he alone had no right to hate her.

She was his mother. Whether it was out of her own selfish desires or her obsession, everything she did was ultimately for him.

"No, no, no..." Xie Qingya's eyes widened, and she tried to stand up by supporting herself on her knees, but she fell back to the ground weakly. With a ferocious expression, she roared at Nan Yuanman, "I won't allow it! You're not allowed to send him away!"

"Ah Hao! Ah Hao! You promised Mom, you promised Mom you'd stay with Mom for life! Are you really going to leave Mom all alone and go away by yourself?"

Xie Qingya pleaded, "Ah Hao, please don't go. You're the only one I care about. If you leave, I won't be able to go on living... I won't be able to go on living..."

Feng Junhao clenched his fists tightly and closed his eyes briefly, suppressing his pain.

Feng Congqian said calmly, "Don't worry, I'll have someone keep a close eye on her."

"She wants to die? Not so easy."

Xie Qingya was furious and started cursing at Feng Congqian again.

The two brothers tacitly ignored the foul language she was using, and Feng Junhao was extremely grateful: "Thank you."

"Oh, right, before I left, I returned my belongings to Xingchi."

As Feng Junhao spoke, he awkwardly channeled his ghostly power, returning the life force, fortune, and meager merit he had previously absorbed to Feng Xingchi.

A wave of warmth washed over Feng Xingchi's chilly body, and the tightness in his chest, as if blocked by a phlegm, gradually eased, making him feel much more relaxed.

Seeing how cooperative he was, Nan Yuanman didn't hesitate. He took out a small incense burner and skillfully summoned the Gates of Hell.

When the dark, ancient gate appeared, a look of relief finally appeared on Feng Junhao's pale face.

He reached out and took Yue Yaxin's hand, whispering, "Let's go."

Yue Yaxin waved vigorously at Nan Yuanman: "Yuanman, go back and tell your fourth brother, fifth brother, and sixth brother that we love them very much. Tell them to live well! Don't be discouraged!"

Nanman nodded vigorously: "I will! You can go without worry!"

Feng Junhao took one last deep look at Xie Qingya, and amidst her despairing gaze, he took Yue Yaxin's hand and resolutely walked into the gates of hell without looking back.

Xie Qingya's eyes widened in fury: "No—!"

Deeply shocked, she coughed up a mouthful of blood, her head lolled to the side, and her body went limp and she collapsed to the ground.

None of the three people present helped her up. Nan Yuanman, who was closer to her, skillfully stuffed a medicinal talisman into her mouth to keep her alive, and then left her alone.

Her gaze fell on the scattered, fallen puppets outside.

Nan Yuanman blinked, and almost instinctively took out a Rebirth Talisman, lit it, and chanted the Rebirth Sutra.

The little puppet, which had been struggling and twitching, suddenly calmed down the moment the Rebirth Talisman was lit.

Then, one, two, three, four...

Countless transparent and innocent souls rose from the puppet. They all looked very young, the oldest being only about thirteen years old, and most of them were girls.

They looked blankly at their transparent, illusory palms, then at Nan Yuanman, bowed to her, and, guided by her, slowly walked towards the Gates of Hell.

Feng Congqian and Feng Xingchi didn't dare to breathe, standing quietly to the side watching Nan Yuanman perform the ritual to deliver these child ghosts.

Only when the last child ghost entered the gates of hell did Nan Yuanman stop chanting the Rebirth Sutra. His spirit, which had just recovered to its peak, also felt a deep sense of exhaustion.

She turned her head and, like a little leech, snuggled into Feng Congqian's arms, mumbling, "Daddy, I'm so tired..."

"Rest if you're tired, Daddy will carry you out." Feng Congqian gently patted her back and picked her up.

Nan Yuanman rested her little head on his shoulder, closed her eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

He looked at the Sealed Star Pool, which had recovered considerably, and said, "Take her with you, let's go out."

Feng Xingchi looked at him expectantly: "Dad, I'm a patient. I'll carry Yuanman, and you can carry her."

Feng Congqian: "..."

Feng Congqian sized up Feng Xingchi, who tried her best to appear weak and vulnerable.

He sighed resignedly, "Fine."

Feng Xingchi hugged the sweet and soft little sister with satisfaction, while Feng Congqian carried Xie Qingya on his back without expression. The four of them quickly left the shrine, which was almost in ruins.

As soon as Feng Congqian stepped out of the shrine gate, what came into view was no longer the picturesque fishing village with its wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys.

Instead, it was a dilapidated and gloomy ruined village, overgrown with weeds and poisonous insects.

At that time, a large number of people dressed in black combat uniforms arrived in the village, carrying instruments and searching for something.

Standing not far from Feng Congqian was Feng Yuli, still wearing the same clothes as yesterday.

Feng Yuli seemed to sense something and turned around. When he saw Feng Congqian and the others, a smile finally appeared on his cold face: "Father! Second Brother!"

He strode over hurriedly: "I've finally found you!"

When Feng Yuli saw Nan Yuanman being held in Feng Xingchi's arms, his heart tightened, and he hurriedly asked, "What happened to Yuanman?"

Feng Xingchi lowered his voice: "I'm too tired, I fell asleep."

Feng Yuli was worried, so he took Nan Yuanman from Feng Xingchi's arms and carefully checked her body. He was relieved to find that she was not injured and had indeed fallen asleep from exhaustion.

Feng Xingchi: "..." He dared not speak out against his anger.

The intelligence network member brought by Feng Yuli cautiously approached, and boldly poked Feng Xingchi: "Boss, are you a human or a ghost?"

Feng Xingchi rolled his eyes in annoyance: "What do you think? If I were a ghost, I'd eat you first."

The subordinate gave Feng Xingchi a thumbs up: "Boss, you survived the plane crash? You're really tough!"

Feng Xingchi: "..." This doesn't sound like a compliment to him at all.

As if sensing something, Nan Yuanman woke up rubbing her eyes in Feng Yuli's arms. When she saw the dilapidated village, she was stunned and subconsciously asked, "Big brother, where are the people in the village? Where is Ueda Yuki-nee?"

Feng Yuli: "?"

The subordinate scratched his head: "Who are they? There's no one else in this village besides our people."