The soul child stood with arms crossed, watching Mu Anxiao's despair, and said, "Sister, can you talk to him for a moment, ask him to save some strength and go beat up his family."
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao straightened up, raised her arm, and wiped the tears from her face, saying, "You're right, it's not like I'll never see him again."
Feng Qishi closed his eyes.
A few minutes later, Feng Qishi was pushed into a room that contained nothing. The Feng family members walked into the room one by one. Feng Qishi lay there straight, his eyes half-open, his body completely without strength. Feng Feng was the first to come to the bedside, looking at Feng Qishi, who was on the verge of death, and burst into tears.
Feng Qishi turned his head slightly to look at Feng Feng and opened his mouth.
Feng Feng, seeing Feng Qishi's mouth open but silent, quickly leaned down and said, "Brother, speak." Her tears dripped onto Feng Qishi's face.
However, Feng Qishi said without feeling, "Feng Feng, it's good to be yourself, but don't be too self-centered. Think about others too. You are my good sister. After I'm gone, you must live well, understand?"
Feng Feng couldn't help but cry and nod, saying, "Brother, I was wrong, I was wrong."
"Brother doesn't blame you, brother doesn't dislike you either. You are my best sister, my most outstanding sister. You will surely become the best nurse. Brother believes in you... you have the ability to learn. Keep going." After speaking, Feng Qishi took a breath.
Feng Feng hugged Feng Qishi and cried.
Mu Anxiao stood by the bed, watching Feng Feng cry, and felt sad in her heart.
The soul child sighed, "People, the word 'cherish' is easy to say, but difficult to do," he shook his head. "It's hard."
"You know a lot," Mu Anxiao said, looking down at the soul child.
The soul child's lips curved into a smile. He glanced at Feng's mother, who was crying uncontrollably in Feng's father's arms, and said, "I didn't expect her to cry."
"She still has Feng Qishi in her heart," the soul child said.
Mu Anxiao remained silent.
The next moment, Feng's mother, supported by Feng's father, came to Feng Qishi's bedside. Feng Qishi turned his head slightly to look at Feng's mother and said, "Mom, I'm returning my body to you. Are you happy?"
Feng's mother started crying loudly upon hearing this.
Feng Yan looked at Feng Qishi's appearance and remembered Feng Qishi's words that day: "I advise you to be kind." He lowered his head and sobbed.
"Big brother, second brother."
Hearing this, Feng Feng got up and looked at Feng Yan and Feng Sen, saying, "Third brother is calling you."
Feng Yan hurried forward to Feng Qishi's bedside, crying.
Feng Sen calmly walked to the bedside, blinked his eyes expressionlessly.
Feng Qishi said, "Take good care of our parents." After speaking, he felt that he was nearing his end.
Immediately, Qu Tian rushed to the bedside, looked down at Feng Qishi, and cried without any pretense, "How could this happen? Aren't you better?"
"I am liberated, cousin. Study hard for college, you must promise me."
"I promise, don't die," Qu Tian said, kneeling by the bed.
Uncle Chen walked to the bedside, looked at Feng's mother and Feng's father, and said in a low voice, "Qishi, do you have anything you want to say to Uncle?"
"Uncle Chen, eat well, take care of yourself. I'm leaving... now." After speaking, the upward curve of his lips instantly drooped, and his eyes closed forever.
Uncle Chen stood there in a daze.
Feng's mother couldn't control her crying and said, "My son, my son!" Then, her legs gave out, and she collapsed on the ground.
Feng's father, unable to support Feng's mother, knelt down with her.
Feng Feng burst into tears.
Feng Yan cried silently.
Feng Sen stared blankly at Feng Qishi's face, unable to shed a single tear. Suddenly, scenes of him bullying Feng Qishi since childhood replayed in his mind.
"Mom, Feng Qishi broke the bowl," the childhood Feng Sen shouted from the kitchen.
The young Feng Qishi looked at the broken bowl with a wronged expression and cried.
In primary school, Feng Sen dragged Feng Qishi to his room and asked him for money. Feng Qishi refused, so he deliberately shouted at the door, "Mom, Feng Qishi owes me money and won't return it."
"I'll give it to you, okay?" Feng Qishi said, glancing at the door, and took out the remaining five yuan from his pocket.
Feng Sen smiled.
In junior high, Feng Sen got a girlfriend. A few days later, he no longer liked that girl. He went to Feng Qishi's room and said, "Help me reject that girl, otherwise, I'll tell Mom."
"I'm only in primary school," Feng Qishi said angrily.
"So what? Just say you disagree, and at worst, you'll be scolded by that girl," Feng Sen said.
Feng Qishi originally disagreed, but after being pestered by Feng Sen all night, he went. At the same time, he was scolded by the girl and pushed to the ground, scraping his knee.
Such incidents replayed in Feng Sen's mind one by one. He looked at Feng Qishi's grown face and said, "Couldn't you have held on? Once you left home, you didn't have to come back. Why? Why did you have to die? Why don't you cherish your life like this? Are you stupid!" As he spoke, his tears finally fell.
Mu Anxiao looked at the weeping Feng family, Uncle Chen, and Qu Tian, and said, "If he hadn't fallen from up there that day, it wouldn't have turned out this way. Why, why can't I save him? Why, why?" She clenched her fists.
The soul child looked around and thought, "Strange, shouldn't his lifespan have ended by now? Why is there no underworld envoy?" Thinking this, he frowned.
Hearing the soul child's thoughts, Mu Anxiao's expression stiffened, and she said, "His lifespan hasn't ended?"
"You... you heard that?" The soul child looked up at Mu Anxiao's face in surprise and asked.
"I heard it," Mu Anxiao said, pointing to her ear.
The soul child chuckled dryly, "His body is already dead. If it's not the end of his lifespan, I can't think of any other reason."
"If you can't think of it, then you're talking nonsense. You... I'm really speechless," Mu Anxiao glared at the soul child, walked quickly to Feng Qishi's bedside, looked at the Feng family, placed her hand above Feng Qishi's body, and then used her magic to measure it, muttering, "Why is this happening?"
"It's very simple," Zhang Yan walked up to Mu Anxiao and said, "Your magic is not refined, and besides, that immortal art was originally Shen Yan's. Naturally, you don't have that ability."
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Mu Anxiao turned to look at Zhang Yan, who was also invisible.
Zhang Yan scratched the back of his head. "I thought you were quite capable and could save him with immortal art. Who knew that you only used immortal art to hide his injuries more deeply for half a day, but," he said, "the hiding time was a bit short."
"If I hadn't broken his leg, would he not have been in danger?" Mu Anxiao asked.