Douluo's opening send-off system

"Weiwei, why did you fall asleep here?"

After buying paper money for Qiqi, I didn't find my daughter in the park when I came back. I thought she had gone back by herself. As soon as she entered the unit building, she saw Yu Nianwei sleeping in the stairwell. Yu's mother shook her awake.

"Hmm~ Mom? Why did I fall asleep?" Yu Nian made a faint cry. When he woke up and saw Yu's mother frowning, she immediately stood up with a confused look on her face and asked, "By the way, Mom, have you seen it?" A very beautiful girl? That’s Luan Sheng’s colleague.”

"Vivi..."

"Ok?"

Yu's mother covered her mouth with both hands and cried out to Yu Nianwei, her eyes red with tears that couldn't stop falling.

Yu Nianwei hurriedly stepped forward to hold Yu's mother's shoulders, and asked worriedly: "Mom, why are you crying? What happened?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Nian was slightly stunned. Why is she as tall as her mother? He lowered his head slowly and mechanically, and saw that he had actually stood up. He slowly turned his head, and when he saw the wheelchair behind him, tears fell silently.

On the rooftop, looking at the scene broadcast by Jiuyuan, Han Wuyi covered his chest and sat on the ground leaning against the low wall. Tears flashed in Jiuyuan's eyes as he patted his chest to catch his breath.

"Brother host, everything has passed, so don't worry about it, okay?"

How could you not be confused? Their lives shouldn't be like this.

Yu Nianwei once had a bright future and was a talented student of wdkjszyxy, but because he could only live in panic in a wheelchair.

Yu's mother was still in her forties, but her hair was covered with white snow, and she looked even older than the ancient old man. The first time Han Wuyi saw her, he bit his tongue and restrained himself from calling out "Mom".

Now, seeing Yu Nianwei's mother and daughter crying with joy because Yu Nianwei stood up, he felt a pain in his chest, as if thousands of sharp knives were twisting.

"Brother host, your friend named Xia Dongqing is here, accompanied by the reincarnation of Jiutian Xuannv, and a very scary person."

Suddenly Jiuyuan turned off the projection and exclaimed.

Han Wuyi was lying on the low wall of the rooftop, looking down, and saw Xia Dongqing and a girl following a man in a black windbreaker into the unit building. Han Wuyi's expression changed and he was about to jump down. Jiuyuan was desperate. grabbed him.

"Brother host, don't go. They are just here for you and will never hurt my sister or the others."

Hearing this, Han Wuyi turned around and asked, "Jiuyuan, do you know anything?"

This turn of his head happened to avoid the gaze of Officer Zhao who turned around to look back. Seeing no one, Officer Zhao turned back again and looked at the mother and daughter Yu Nianwei who were hugging each other and crying in front of them. He gritted his teeth and roared: "Murong!!!"

"Ah!"

Murong, who was washing dishes in the restaurant, earning money to buy medicinal materials to make elixirs, and supporting his family, rubbed his nose in confusion. Was it the unlucky guy talking about him again?

"Who are you?" Yu's mother, who noticed them at this moment, suddenly heard.

"Oh, we are..."

After fooling Yu's mother for a while, Zhao Li and his group finally escaped and returned to the car. Xia Dongqing asked: "Zhao Li, aren't we here to find Luan Sheng? How come you became Luan Sheng's leader? Also, Who is Murong?"

"If I don't say that I am his leader, how can I tell her?"

"Say, I am the soul ferryman. Her son has not gone to be reincarnated. I am here to capture her son's soul. Will she believe it? Do you believe that the mental hospital will come to pick him up later?" The fugitive disappeared completely. The somewhat angry Zhao Li immediately shouted.

After yelling, he lost a lot of anger and his tone became much slower, "Murong, he is also a soul ferryman, but he once worked under Yu Luansheng, not during his lifetime, but as a soul ferryman."

"You in the underworld are cooperating with the government?" Xia Dongqing asked with some confusion.

"What kind of cooperation? The underworld and the underworld do not interfere with each other. This is an iron law!"

"Then how..."

"That's not what you should know!"

After telling Xia Dongqing to shut up, Zhao Li leaned on his seat and said with some melancholy: "It's just that I didn't expect that Murong would help this scum like this!"

"Scum? Even if Yu Luansheng used the ferryman named Murong to escape the pursuit of the underworld, he was also a hero who took down several drug trafficking, smuggling, human organ trading organizations, and saved countless families. How can you scold him!!" She was still Wang Xiaoya, and she immediately complained about Han Wuyi.

"Hero? Do you know what he did to destroy those organizations? If you don't know, just shut up!"

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Xia Dongqing hurriedly smoothed things over.

"Okay, stop arguing. Aren't we here to find Luan Sheng? Why are we still arguing? Officer Zhao, can't you track Luan Sheng's breath? Let's go find him quickly!"

"No need to look for it!" Zhao Li leaned back on his chair again and said helplessly: "There will never be Yu Luansheng in this world again."

"What do you mean?"

"literal meaning!"

"why?"

"I have seen his sister Yu Nianwei. Her legs were maliciously broken. Although they were not amputated, they were not much different, but she is standing up now."

"Does this have anything to do with Luan Sheng no longer existing in this world?"

"Why doesn't it matter?" Zhao Li took out a cigarette and lit it, and then said: "To have an impact on the world of Yang, only evil ghosts with deep resentments can only harm people without reason, and it is impossible to save people."

"so?"

"His breath blended into his sister's legs. This should be the reason why Yu Nianwei can stand up again."

After taking a puff of cigarette, he opened the car window and was about to blow out a smoke ring, when he saw Yu Nianwei with tears in his eyes outside the car.

"Jiuyuan, do you know anything?"

Jiuyuan, who was questioned by Han Wuyi, quickly let him go, clasped his little hands behind his back, stammered, and said with a guilty look on his face: "I...what can I know? Brother host, you are thinking too much!"

As soon as the last word fell, Jiuyuan had already entered the system space. Han Wuyi, who was already suspicious, would naturally not let her go so easily.

He closed his eyes, immersed himself in his mind, and prepared to pull Jiuyuan out of the system space. As soon as his mind entered, he saw the TV in the system space playing the scene of Xia Dongqing conveying the words that had been buried in his heart for Wang Xiaolong.

Han Wuyi was shocked. What on earth is going on? The mental power turned into a small hand, picked up the remote control in the space, and controlled the TV to play from the beginning.

Jiuyuan, who had the remote control snatched away by Han Wuyi's transformed hand, was so frightened that he screamed and got under the sofa, trembling.

After brushing the Soul Ferryman, Han Wuyi slid to the ground leaning against the wall with a bitter look on his face.

Unexpectedly, his world would actually be a TV series.

I sat like this on the rooftop for a long time, until night fell and until the morning light was about to rise.

"Jiuyuan, I want to leave."

Hearing Han Wuyi's slightly hoarse voice, Jiuyuan hurriedly got out from under the sofa, landed behind Han Wuyi, and opened the space-time rift again.

Han Wuyi stood up, looked at the opposite building, kowtowed three times to the kneeling man, smashed his head, and made his face covered with blood. He stood up and stepped into the crack without any nostalgia.

Her biological father is dead and her adoptive parents have met her but dare not recognize her. My sister's leg has also been cured.

Although there are regrets, there are not many. When he comes back again, he may have enough strength to take his family to live happily ever after.

Even if you can't... just support them until they die! As a son of man, he should not do what he should do, but he dare not do it. How sad is that?