"How could such a real person be a corpse?" His mind was in turmoil.
His sister-in-law was about to leave to kill Qiu Shui, and he couldn't stop her! What can he do now?
He looked up at the sky again and asked softly, "Rouya, can you tell me where Haitang is?"
Passersby who heard his question looked up at the sky and stared at him as if he were a madman.
There was no reply from the air.
He lowered his head in disappointment, then suddenly saw a navigation map appear in his bracelet.
That's... a hospital!
So that's where the crabapple tree was!
"Thank you, Rouya."
He spoke softly to the sky.
He knew she could hear him.
Following the navigation map, he arrived at the hospital, which was located in the city of justice. The hospital was heavily guarded and heavily protected, but fortunately, Rouya helped him avoid the surveillance cameras.
Having successfully bypassed the guards and entered the 37th floor of the hospital, each ward had a scrolling electronic screen displaying the patient's health condition.
He searched one by one, and the nurses who passed by ignored him. He searched slowly and finally found Haitang's name in front of the southernmost ward.
"Qiu Haitang"
These three words were displayed on the electronic screen in front of the ward.
He's inside!
Looking through the glass in the ward door, he saw Haitang sitting on the bed, eating with a spoon.
He was injured in a car accident.
He saw this information on the electronic screen and learned why Haitang hadn't been able to come to see them these past few days.
"Sir, may I ask who you are?"
He turned around, and a nurse was watching him warily behind him, holding some medicine bottles in her hand. He stepped aside embarrassedly and explained, "I'm looking for my friend."
"Is that the gentleman inside?"
"……no."
"Could you please move aside? I need to take these medications inside," the nurse said politely.
He took a few steps to the left and saw a nurse press the doorbell. Then a doctor appeared in the ward and opened the door for her.
There were other people inside.
He paused for a moment, then glanced at the crabapple tree inside through the glass. Now his face was rosy, and he looked very energetic.
The nurse poured out the pills and put them one by one into his IV bottle. The doctor was sitting by the bedside talking to him. Haitang seemed very distressed.
He shouldn't disturb him anymore; let him focus on recovering.
He was thinking to himself.
As he turned to leave, he suddenly felt a chill run through his body the moment he took a step, and the peculiar feeling he had before an earthquake when he was a child returned.
His arms trembled violently, and an ominous premonition lingered in his mind.
He looked down at the thin white bracelet on his wrist, thought for a moment, and then placed it in front of Haitang's ward after a period of silence.
To prevent people from stepping on it, he placed the bracelet on a small table next to the ward.
The moment he took off the bracelet, he suddenly felt something leave him, and he felt a sense of relief.
Since meeting Haitang, Haitang has always selflessly cared for and helped him. The rent he paid when he was down on his luck in Xiu Si, the travel expenses he paid on his way to Luo Yi, the bracelet that allowed him to communicate with the outside world... were all gifts from Haitang.
Haitang is a good person, and he should repay him. He stays now not only for himself but also for Haitang.
He crumpled the train ticket in his hand and walked lightly back to Garden City. When he took the elevator from the ground floor into Qiu Shui's home, Rou Ya was sitting in the living room waiting for him.
She wasn't surprised he would come back.
"Has Qiushui returned?" he asked.
Rouya shook her head. She sat on the sofa, and he saw that Rouya's body was connected to a room on the second floor, as if she was controlling something.
“I’ll go make dinner,” he said.
He believed that Qiu Shui would return safely.
When you're focused on cooking in the kitchen, your body's cells become even more turbulent, and your physical condition deteriorates.
There was a mirror on one side of the kitchen. He looked up at himself in the mirror, and above his head was a number that kept decreasing.
Looking at those numbers, he felt surprisingly calm.
Is he really the son of Death?
What is his magical power?
Before creating human body modification technology, Luo Xiaoyu created many templates that predicted various possible situations involving witch power, but none of them were the same as his current situation.
Luo Xiaoyu is Qiu Shui's older sister, so perhaps he still has a chance to get the answer.
He thought to himself.
Rouya is right outside. If he wants to know the answer, he just needs to go out.
Rouya is a gentle person. She never refuses any request or question from anyone, as long as the question is within a reasonable range.
His fingers mechanically peeled the garlic cloves, his feet didn't move, and he didn't have the courage to ask, even though they were separated by a wall.
Just like he didn't have the courage to see Haitang one last time, or to go to Heian-kyo to see the old man one last time.
That's it. He's about to die anyway, what's the point of knowing all this?
With that in mind, he prepared dinner, all of which were Qiu Shui's favorite dishes. He put the dishes into a thermal container and sat in the dining room waiting for Qiu Shui to come home.
...
As dusk settled and the last ray of light disappeared into the sky, the once peaceful city of Luoyi began to bustle with noise. He peacefully drifted off to sleep on the sofa in the restaurant.
In this dream, he saw Rouya rushing downstairs, startled awake by the loud noise. He waited in the darkness for a full nine hours.
By the window, Rouya, fully armed, prepared to jump from a height of several hundred meters. She had received a message from the housekeeper, instructing her to break the glass to save Qiushui.
"etc!"
Seeing that she was about to jump, he couldn't help but call out to her and quickly walked to the window.
Under the dim night sky, the number above Rouya's head dropped again and again, finally settling at thirty-seven minutes.
"I'll go with you."
Rouya turned to look at him; he could see the numbers that Rouya could see.
"Have you made a decision?" Rouya asked.
"Um."
He nodded expressionlessly.
Thirty-seven minutes is too short. He will try his best to increase that number to a level that satisfies him.
"Let's go."
Rouya reached out her hand and led him toward the chaos ahead...
...
As he followed Rouya through the riotous city, he saw corpses, countless guns and ammunition, gunpowder fragments, and ruins scattered everywhere.
Were all of these made in the mortal world?
He was extremely shocked.
They traveled a bumpy, searching journey, when two massive, brutal bombs silently exploded ahead, sending countless corpses flying into the air and landing in front of him.
"The young lady is there!"
A gentle, surprised voice came from behind.
He looked up and saw a deep chasm, like a strait, separating this place from the other side of the explosion.
How do we get there?
He asked with difficulty.
“You can get there from those stone slabs. I’ll go find Miss first. Young Master Chen, please be careful.”
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