DNDAS

Chapter 19: Orphan Yao

Fu Li didn't utter a word from beginning to end, neither did he stop Wang Zhen when he walked forward. His clear and limpid eyes were wide open, and he watched the mother-son pair extremely seriously, as if wanting to understand something out from them.

Wang Zhen appeared in front of the mother and son. The elderly woman didn't express the slightest confusion and greeted Wang Zhen with a smile. Wang Zhen had always been very harsh towards souls who cried and kicked up a fuss. Instead, it was this sort of rational, virtue-possessing soul that made his heart soften a little.

"Lin Cuirong, Zhou Mu, I'm here to fetch you. It's time for you to leave."

Zhou Mu stood in front of Lin Cuirong, his expression vigilant. "Who are you?" His gaze swept across the chain in Wang Zhen's hands, and his expression instantly became stern. "The sentence for the crime of kidnapping is very harsh. I suggest that you hold yourself back before acting, don't harm the latter part of your life."

"Zhou Mu, you already died twenty days ago," Wang Zhen took out the Soul-Pulling Bell and shook it lightly. The memories that had been forgotten due to death swarmed into Zhou Mu's mind.

Twenty days ago, a passenger ship ran into difficulties at sea. As soldiers, him and his comrades-in-arms chose to rescue people without the slightest hesitation. Later on, as he was rescuing a tiny child, he encountered a shoal of fish at the seabed. All he remembered was the sensation of countless fish tails slamming against him and not what had happened after that.

"That child..." Zhou Mu rubbed his head and looked at Wang Zhen. "Is that child still alive?"

"Yes. After you were washed away by the shoal of fish, you used your teeth to hold tightly onto the rope and tied the child to the life-saving rope. Your comrades-in-arms pulled the child up," Wang Zhen smiled faintly. "She's living very well."

With a wave of his hand, a scene appeared before Zhou Mu. A little girl dressed in a white dress with white flowers on her head was laying flowers in front of a tombstone. Zhou Mu looked at his mother beside him. There was no shadow beneath her feet.

At this moment, the rims of Zhou Mu's eyes reddened.

In the end, he had failed to rush back while his mother was still alive.

"Your remains were not found, so the things buried in the memorial park were... your remnants," Wang Zhen's tone of voice was heavy. The expression on his face wasn't sloppy either. "But that girl calls you godfather and said she will visit you every year."

"So much sentiment. I'm just a bachelor who's lived for twenty-eight years, yet I now have such a pretty maiden," A clear and bright smile took shape on Zhou Mu's face. "It's a steal."

Wang Zhen lit a cigarette and held it in his hands without puffing on it. For some reason, he laughed first. "It wasn't that great a steal."

"Mum," Zhou Mu gripped the elderly woman's hand tightly. "This son wasn't filial..."

"I understand," Lin Cuirong extended a hand covered in wrinkles. She took the military cap in his hands, stood on tiptoe and placed it on his head. "My son is a soldier. I am honored that he can be buried in the memorial park."

The coarse hand pinched his ear gently, just like the times during his childhood when he was disobedient and was hauled back home by the ears by his mother.

"You just refuse to listen. When you were young, the fortune-teller said your bazi
was averse to water, yet you refused to believe him and said that it was just feudalistic superstition. Now do you understand?" Though Lin Cuirong was smiling, the rims of her eyes were red. She turned and bowed to Wang Zhen. "You should be the legendary yinchai daren. Many thanks for letting us mother and son reunite."