Chapter 303: It's no use trying again

Wu Jijun hurried out to check and saw a shoe hanging on the balcony.

Looking down in the direction of the shoe, underneath was the bloody body of the grandson.

Wu Jijun's eyes went dark, and he could no longer bear the blow, and he spat out several mouthfuls of blood.

When I opened my eyes again, the scene before my eyes changed again.

It was still the familiar scene. The five-year-old child pulled his clothes and whispered, "I want to go out and play."

Wu Jijun still feels chills when he recalls the scene of his grandson falling to the ground and being covered in blood.

Hot tears flowed down his wrinkled face, and he nodded with sobs, "Okay, Grandpa will take you out to play."

"When mom and dad come back from morning self-study, grandpa and mom and dad will take you out to play..."

He thought that for a kid of his age, it was natural to want to go out and play.

If I keep trying to stop it, the tragedy of the balcony falling to the ground might happen again.

As long as the family is together and just hanging out downstairs, there is no chance that a trafficker will snatch the child in the street.

After his son and daughter-in-law came back from class, Wu Jijun and them took Yangyang and walked around downstairs for a while.

When going upstairs, the family saw a man who was wrapped tightly in black.

It was cold at the moment, and no one cared that he was wrapped up like this.

In addition, everyone had a cold in this weather and their noses were blocked, so no one smelled the faint smell of blood emanating from his body.

The next day, someone knocked on the door.

Wu Jijun was cooking at the time. He asked who it was, but no one answered.

The other party didn't say anything, just kept knocking.

Wu Jijun felt uneasy, but before he could say anything, Yangyang had already opened the door happily.

"Are Mom and Dad back?"

"Don't open it—"

The words of protest were not finished.

The child's innocent laughter stopped abruptly the moment the door was opened.

The sharp knife in the black-clothed man's hand stabbed fiercely into Yangyang's stomach.

Blood dyed Wu Jijun's vision red.

"ah!"

Wu Jijun lay limp on the ground, like a trapped beast at the end of its rope, uttering his last painful cry.

It turns out that no matter how many times you do it again.

In the end, he couldn't save his own grandson.

No matter how he goes back in time, no matter how hard he tries, he cannot change anyone's fate.

He struggled to escape from the whirlpool time and time again, but there would be a new whirlpool waiting for him.

"I lost..."

Wu Jijun stared at the ceiling with lifeless eyes, tears of blood streaming from his eyes, and his heart seemed to be grasped by an invisible giant hand.

The pain was so severe that he couldn't breathe.

He was in so much pain that he gradually lost consciousness.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the hell before him, which was so cold that it chilled his bones.

Wu Jijun saw that the tiny Yangyang was waiting in line obediently, waiting for the chance to be reborn.

An innocent smile appeared on his clean little face, "I will see Mom and Dad soon..."

It just so happened that the previous person had just been reincarnated, and soon it would be his turn.

Wu Jijun's eyes filled with tears, and a last glimmer of hope appeared on his face that was full of despair.

right……

reincarnation……

As long as Yangyang can be reincarnated, he will be able to see the grandson he raised again.

But just when Yangyang had taken one step forward, the grim-faced Yinchai pulled Yangyang back.

"You have no chance of reincarnation."

With just one sentence, he sentenced Yangyang to death.

Wu Jijun was also sentenced to death.

The wall in Wu Jijun's heart collapsed and turned into ruins in an instant.

"No……"

"If you want retribution, let it be on me! Don't be so angry!"

He tried desperately to stop it, but unfortunately, the evil spirits in the underworld seemed unable to see him.

He watched helplessly as his most beloved grandson was dragged to the eighteenth level of hell to be tortured.

Such a small child could not make it through, like a handful of inconspicuous yellow sand, blown away by the wind.

"Alas, he is a poor child. It was clearly his grandfather's fault, but he has to pay the price."

One of the ghosts couldn't help but sigh.

Another ghost said expressionlessly, "He is pitiful, but those girls who were dismembered by his grandfather are even more pitiful."

"His grandfather dismembered the body of the girl in the red sweater because he was dead and he thought that the girl in the red sweater was his murderer."

"He indirectly took so many lives, how could he be reborn?"

The ghost who had said he was pitiful earlier stopped talking immediately.

Buddhism talks about cause and effect, Taoism talks about responsibility.

No matter from which angle you look at it, Yangyang, this poor child, will be implicated by his grandfather.

"What a pity. I can only say that he was unlucky to have met such a heartbroken grandfather."

Wu Jijun finally couldn't hold back a cry of grief and closed his eyes in pain.

"I was wrong..."

"It's all my fault!"

"It was me who harmed Yangyang!"

"I am insane, I deserve death, I deserve it!"

"If you want retribution, let it be on me, don't implicate Yangyang..."

Wu Jijun's eyes widened and he spat out his last mouthful of blood in despair.

He finally couldn't bear the blow and closed his eyes in pain.

The wind blew away, leaving nothing behind.

…

Everyone in the live broadcast room saw that the ghost candle was extinguished.

【!!! What the hell is going on? It's gone so quickly?】

[I thought that the old beast's shameless strength would take at least ten or eight years to die, but it was gone in less than half an hour. Damn, is Huo Laoliu so powerful!]

[Huo Laoliu, what on earth did you do to him? ]

Huo Ning did not answer their questions, but threw the extinguished ghost candle into the space ring.

She looked at Zheng Qian, a sigh crossed her mind, her expression gentle and sad, "I will send you to reincarnate."

Zheng Qian in the photo shook her head, "I...I want to stay with my parents."

Huo Ning understood her feelings, but still wanted to tell her the truth.

"Humans and ghosts have different paths. If you force them to stay with you, it will not do any good. Their magnetic field and luck will get worse and worse, and their health will also get worse and worse."

"Qianqian, please think about it carefully."

Zheng's father and mother wiped away tears while looking at Zheng Qian's photo.

"We don't care. We've lived enough in this life."

"As long as we can be together, no matter what happens, we are willing."

Then Zheng Qian, who had been firm just now, shook her head.

"No...Mom, I have made you sad for so long, I can't be so selfish anymore..."

[Damn, I'm crying, don't use the life and death knife to kill me! ]

[I miss my mother. I haven't dreamed of her for almost two years.]

[The person above, your mother may have been reincarnated, don't be sad. ]

[Is there any way to keep Zheng Qian by their side without her being affected by the difference between humans and ghosts? ]