Ten Thousand Soul Banner: Deceased, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?-Chapter 1143 - 1139: Karmic Dharma

"Who’s coming at this hour? Could it be Xiao Yi..." Sun Huimei wondered, getting up to open the door.

"I’ll do it," Luo Yunsong said.

"What are you going for? If it is Xiao Yi, don’t scare her," Sun Huimei said disdainfully.

"What are you going for?" Sun Huimei glared at him playfully, "If it really is Xiao Yi, you suddenly showing up would definitely frighten her?"​

Saying this, as if suddenly thinking of something, she curiously asked again, "By the way, can Xiao Yi see you? Or is it just me who can see?"​ 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Since Luo Yunsong "came back" yesterday, the mother and son hadn’t left the house, nor had they seen a second person, which is why Sun Huimei had this question.

"Everybody can," Luo Yunsong answered. ​

"Then you better hide well, don’t let outsiders see," Sun Huimei advised, walking straight to the door. ​

Luo Yunsong thought it made sense and thus stayed in the room without going out.

With a "click," the latch was opened, and Sun Huimei lifted her gaze to see a young woman standing outside the door.

Her black braids hung over her shoulders, and she wore a light green dress that was crisp and elegant, giving off a refreshing breeze, making a person naturally like her at first sight. ​

"Miss, who are you looking for?" Sun Huimei asked in confusion. ​

She was sure she had never seen this girl before.

This girl had such distinctive qualities, elegant and other-worldly, the kind to leave a strong impression after just one meeting, especially considering Sun Huimei’s always good memory.

"Is Luo Yunsong home? Mr. Shen sent me," the girl’s voice was clear and pleasant.

Zhong Xiaonan’s gaze calmly swept the room, as if she had already realized Luo Yunsong’s presence. ​

"Mr. Shen?" Sun Huimei was taken aback; her son had just "returned," and now someone came for him, accurately calling out his name, leaving her heart full of unease, unable to guess the girl’s intention. ​

But inside the room, when Luo Yunsong heard the name "Mr. Shen," his heart shivered. Unable to remain hidden, he promptly emerged and quickly headed to the door: "I’m here. What does Mr. Shen need?" ​

Sun Huimei stood aside, unable to figure out who "Mr. Shen" was, watching Zhong Xiaonan with curiosity but not daring to speak. ​

"Mr. Shen asked me to bring something to you."

Zhong Xiaonan said, raising her hand to open her handbag.

The handbag was uniquely styled, with seaweed-like tassels along the edges swaying gently with her movements. ​

"Please come in and talk," Luo Yunsong hurriedly said. ​

"No need,"

Zhong Xiaonan shook her head, efficiently extracted a thick document envelope from her bag, and handed it over, her tone calm without even introducing herself, "Here’s the item; I’ll take my leave." ​

Luo Yunsong did not take offense, as she was with Mr. Shen. He respectfully accepted the document envelope. ​

"Thank you," he said, expressing his gratitude. ​

Zhong Xiaonan nodded slightly in acknowledgment, then nodded to Sun Huimei before turning away. She walked briskly down the stairs, her silhouette neat and unencumbered. ​

With a "bang," Sun Huimei quickly closed the door, eagerly pulling Luo Yunsong aside to ask: "Who is that girl? And who on earth is this Mr. Shen?" ​

"I’m not sure of her identity either, but the Mr. Shen she referred to is Lord Governor," Luo Yunsong replied as he untied the string on the document envelope. ​

Sun Huimei, upon hearing this, finally understood and didn’t inquire further, her eyes glued to the envelope in his hand, full of curiosity: "What did Lord Governor specifically have sent to you?" ​

Luo Yunsong said nothing, simply stared at the stack of documents he pulled out, his expression instantly becoming complicated.

There was a mix of unexpected delight, suppressed anger, and a sense of bewilderment...

It was as if a long-desired dream had suddenly come true, leaving him feeling lost and empty inside. ​

"What’s wrong? Songzai, are you alright?"

Seeing his distressed face, Sun Huimei quickly patted his arm, her voice full of concern. ​

His mother’s voice snapped Luo Yunsong back to reality; instinctively, he tried to tuck the documents back into the bag and mumbled, "Nothing, just some trivial matters." ​

"When you say it’s nothing, there’s definitely something," Sun Huimei said, snatching the envelope from his hands.

"Mom~" Luo Yunsong instinctively reached out to grab it back. ​

"I’m just an old bag of bones, be careful not to make me fall." Sun Huimei chided.

Luo Yunsong instantly deflated, showing a few traces of resigned helplessness: "See, see, I was going to tell you anyway."

"That’s more like it." Sun Huimei nodded in satisfaction and pulled out the documents from the file.

She emerged from the literacy class years ago. Although her education level wasn’t high, she was earnest and eager to learn, and she had a good memory. Over time, she learned a lot of words and had no problem reading books and newspapers.

It was for this reason that she put all her effort into raising Luo Yunsong to be a university student. One must know that in those days, for families like theirs, children dropping out of school early to work was the norm.

But when Sun Huimei clearly saw the words on the paper, her previously steady hand began to tremble violently, and she swayed as if she would collapse at any moment.

Even though she was mentally prepared, she still found it difficult to accept when faced with the concrete results.

"Mom!" Luo Yunsong hurriedly reached out to support her, his eyes full of worry.

"I’m fine... I’m fine..." Sun Huimei said, but her voice was trembling, and her eyes reddened instantly.

With trembling fingers, she pointed at the content on the document, grabbed Luo Yunsong’s hand, and asked with a tearful voice, "Is what’s on here... all true? Is it all true?"

The documents included the police’s case filing notice, the corpse excavation report, and the coroner’s autopsy report.

There were also several printed color photos showing the excavation site, process, and a corpse that had long decayed, with a skull showing obvious fracture marks.

That was her son.

"Yes." Luo Yunsong responded softly, nodding lightly, his voice also choked with emotion.

"My child... my child..." Sun Huimei could no longer hold back, tears spilling down like broken beads, as she clutched Luo Yunsong’s arm and wept uncontrollably.

"All these years... I’ve wronged you... you’ve suffered..."

As a mother, looking at the photos of her son’s curled-up body, the decaying skeleton, and the fractured skull, her heart felt as if a knife had viciously cut a piece out, causing her to gasp for breath out of pain.

All the grievances, hardships, and worries of these years turned into tears at this moment, pouring out in torrents.

Luo Yunsong watched, feeling both sour and pained inside.

His mother was old now. If she continued crying like this and became too emotional, there might really be an accident. She might even follow him in death.

"Mom, don’t be sad." He hurriedly supported his mother, gently comforting her, "Every cloud has a silver lining. If I hadn’t died, I wouldn’t have met Lord Governor."

"And what about meeting Lord Governor?" Sun Huimei sobbed, "It only allows us to see each other one last time... But if you hadn’t died, I could see you every day, watch you get married and have children, live a good life..."

"That’s not it, Mom." Luo Yunsong quickly interrupted her, "When I return to the Netherworld, Lord Governor will arrange for me to have a job. I’ll work in the Netherworld."

"Really?"

Upon hearing this, Sun Huimei’s crying suddenly halted, her eyes brightening as if she had grasped a life-saving straw.

"Really!" Luo Yunsong nodded firmly, "Lord Governor told me himself. With his position, how could he lie to me?"

Actually, these words weren’t entirely true.

Shen Siyuan had not promised him verbally. But ever since he became the Fan Soul of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, certain information had automatically filled his mind, including the duties of the Qiong Province Governor, the regulations of the Netherworld, and some arrangements for the Fan Soul.

So he knew that as long as he returned to the Netherworld, a corresponding job would naturally be arranged for him.

"Good, good..." Sun Huimei instantly broke into a smile, excitedly pacing around the living room, her earlier sorrow completely swept away.

"I always knew my son was capable. Even Lord Governor can appreciate you. When you get to the Netherworld, you must work well and repay Lord Governor’s kindness."

She kept talking about how to thank Lord Governor.

She also kept praising Luo Yunsong, saying he was unparalleled both in heaven and on earth, from being sensible as a child, smart in study, to being competent in work and upright in character, praising him until Luo Yunsong himself blushed and grew hot, unable to help but doubt if he was really that good back then?

Actually, it was just an illusion between the mother and son. In the end, it’s nothing more than the word "destiny."

Nowadays, countless dead souls enter the Qiongzhou Netherworld every day, including talented and outstanding figures, yet they all end up being ordinary ghosts, quietly waiting for reincarnation to restart.

Why?

Simply because they lack that piece of destiny.

They didn’t encounter Shen Siyuan. If they had, they might have become part of Lord Governor’s retinue.

So sometimes, destiny is indeed more important than ability.