"Pfft..."
The viewers in front of the screen couldn't help but burst out laughing at this statement.
It was supposed to be a somber atmosphere.
However, news about earthquakes and disaster areas easily made it to the trending searches.
If it were them, they wouldn't want to be trending in such a manner either.
"Don't worry, big brother, I can even get you removed from the trending searches!"
"Farewell, fellow viewer. We'll meet again on the road to the Yellow Springs."
"All viewers are family. Don't be afraid after you go down, brother. We'll burn more things for you."
...
The barrage of comments scrolled by.
Fang Ke then slowly spoke again, his tone tinged with a hint of sadness:
"While you're all still alive, cherish the present."
"I used to want to study aerospace, but now I have no chance..."
After saying these last two sentences, he looked at the streamer,
signaling that he was ready to leave.
Jiang Lin placed him into the soul-storage pouch and then said to the livestream audience,
"Let's go, time to guide the next soul."
After flying a short distance, Jiang Lin paused.
In the ruins ahead, four children were trapped.
The children looked somewhat alike, their faces still bearing the terror from the moment the earthquake struck.
Their eyes were wide, mouths agape, as if calling out for something.
Their expressions were contorted.
The oldest was fourteen or fifteen, and the youngest was five or six.
Judging by what was crushing them, this place must have been a high-end restaurant before.
At this moment, the four child souls were dazed and confused.
Some drifted nearby with a look of bewilderment, their eyes vacant.
Some seemed to still retain their instincts, hiding in corners.
One was kneeling beside its own corpse, crying for its mother.
"Wuwuwu, Mom... Mom... Where did you go, wuwuwu..."
"..."
That scene, those childish cries...
It made the viewers in the livestream feel a pang in their hearts.
Especially those who were parents, they instinctively thought of their own children.
If an earthquake were to happen here, would their children also be this scared?
Would they also cry out for their mother/father?
The thought made their hearts ache.
"QAQ... I really can't stand scenes like this, wuwuwu..."
"They were so young, their lives had just begun... sigh."
"My heart feels heavy. I wish the earthquake hadn't happened. (Sad.jpg)"
...
Jiang Lin collected the souls of the four children and shifted his gaze to the left.
Not far away, a middle-aged man was also pinned under a pile of heavy rubble.
This person was one of the living dead modified by the man in black.
—The CEO in his forties or fifties.
—He had four children, two born to his legitimate wife, and two illegitimate children.
When the earthquake struck, he seemed to be trying to run towards this direction.
At present, his eyes were wide open, his eyeballs still rolling.
Hearing the childish cries, he wished he could immediately check on the children.
But there was too much around him,
his entire head was squeezed and distorted, rendering him unable to speak, let alone move his body.
'No... no...'
He only became successful in his thirties, earning his first hundred million.
He had finally achieved all that he had now, so why did it turn out like this?
The company was gone, the house was gone.
Now, even his children were almost gone.
Gone, everything was gone.
An earthquake had destroyed it all.
Why did it happen like this... why...
If he was destined to lose everything, then what was the point of his struggles and efforts over the years?
Then, what was the point of him bearing such great side effects to modify his body and gain a chance at rebirth?
If he had known this would happen...
Why did he have to humble himself back then, to be a live-in son-in-law, enduring humiliation for over a decade?!
Suddenly, he noticed Jiang Lin, sensing a very powerful aura.
The middle-aged man's fingers, trapped beneath the rubble, twitched, but he couldn't open his mouth.
'Save me, save my children...'
'Save them...'
"..."
Jiang Lin glanced at him and then withdrew his gaze.
He turned and flew in another direction.
After the incident involving the forbidden technique was investigated, these modified living dead would also be dealt with uniformly.
Originally...
They should have all died by now.
After flying a short distance, Jiang Lin suddenly sensed a group of souls.
He made a turn ahead and flew towards them.
This seemed to be... a whole family.
...
When the earthquake struck, Granny A Shen was celebrating her seventieth birthday.
They didn't hold a banquet outside; the whole family gathered together for a good meal.
Granny A Shen had two sons and one daughter.
The eldest son was thirty this year, had found a wife, and had a son.
The second son's family had a pair of twins, both girls.
They were twenty this year, attending their second year of university, and would graduate in two more years.
The third son's family had two children.
The elder was a daughter, twelve years old.
The younger was a boy, only seven.
This entire family, plus Granny A Shen's husband, totaled fifteen people.
It could be said they were blessed with many children and grandchildren.
The house was extremely lively.
In the afternoon, four or five people were busy in the kitchen.
They used steamed buns to make birthday peaches, kneaded longevity noodles, stewed lotus root and pork rib soup, stir-fried green peppers with meat...
The sounds of various stir-frying, chopping, and washing vegetables merged together.
The range hood also whirred loudly.
Busy and happy.
The children were in the living room watching TV and playing on their phones.
Occasionally, they would drool at the aroma wafting from the kitchen and sneak a peek, only to be given a bite of hot, fragrant sausage by the adults.
The living room of the house was quite spacious.
The adults moved the sofa to make room for a mahjong table.
Four adults sat down.
With a clatter, a game of mahjong began.
When the earthquake struck, the entire house began to shake.
Cracks appeared in the walls and ceiling, and sand poured down.
The entire family immediately panicked.
Some rushed to cover their children, some to cover their wives, and some to cover their mothers.
Granny A Shen and her husband were buried at the bottom by several people.
Who would have thought that when the house collapsed,
she and her husband were the first to have their lives extinguished.
Before long, their souls emerged.
...
"Sigh, I wasn't really injured, but the earthquake made me feel uncomfortable."
Facing her husband's concern, Granny A Shen complained, "How about you? How are you?"
Her husband was similar, "Second son suddenly pounced on me, and my forehead hit the ground, creating a hole."
"I almost couldn't catch my breath."
Granny A Shen instinctively patted her waist and legs, then remembered she no longer had a body.
"Since we're all dead anyway, that hole on my forehead doesn't matter much."
She said, glancing below, "I wonder how the others are doing."
A whole family...
The thought made their hearts ache.
Afterward, the elderly couple looked around the vicinity.
The earthquake had not happened long ago, and the scene was devastated and desolate.
Only a few survivors were searching for their families.
They were all covered in dust, tears on their faces, blood on their hands.
"Sigh..."
Granny A Shen sighed, unable to hold back tears.
"This is fate."
Given the tragic scene, the survivors couldn't even take care of themselves, let alone ask them for help.
Her husband also sighed and looked into the distance, "I wonder when the rescue teams will arrive."
Hopefully, those children could hold on.
After the couple had looked around, they returned to their own home.
As they floated back, they discovered two more souls had appeared there.
It was the second son's children, and the eldest son's wife.
"You... sigh..."
Seeing them, Granny A Shen's heart filled with sorrow.
These children were different from the two old folks.
Their lives... still had a long way to go.
"It's my fault for celebrating this birthday. I've harmed you all..."
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