Let Him Rest in Peace

Escaping the swamp, the monster, as before, didn't leave its confines, remaining hidden somewhere, waiting for him to return.

Qin Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't in a hurry to continue onward. Instead, he put the little kid down, ruffled his head, and wore a somewhat complicated expression.

"What's your name?"

"I don't know." The little kid stood there blankly, looking up at Qin Yang, his face full of ignorance.

"How did you end up here?"

"I don't know."

"Who did you see in the puddle just now?"

"I don't know."

Three "I don't knows" in a row caused Qin Yang to frown, feeling rather pained...

"You don't know who you saw? Why did you go over there?"

"It looked familiar, and I wanted to ask her if she knew who I was." The little kid answered honestly, making Qin Yang's head hurt even more.

This little kid didn't know who he was, didn't know how he got here, didn't know why he was here, he didn't know anything...

The little kid sat on the ground, looking lost.

Qin Yang's expression was complicated. He hesitated for a long time before sighing softly.

"Little guy, you're actually dead, do you remember?"

"I'm dead?" The little kid wasn't too surprised, just opened his mouth slightly, as if in realization.

After a stick of incense's time, the little kid looked dejected, lowering his head and muttering to himself, "I seem to be really dead, dead for a long time..."

"Don't think so much, just think about what your name is and where you want to go." Qin Yang ruffled the little kid's head, comforting him, but feeling the skill that could be activated, he felt somewhat complicated.

Before, when Zhang Zhengyi died, the skill didn't react. Later, he indeed saw Zhang Zhengyi again, as shameless as before, his instinct for seeking good fortune and avoiding disaster was still so high. When he saw Steward Qiu chasing after him, that little bastard didn't follow him, but chased after Bai Yutang...

And this time, this little kid, although his aura wasn't obvious and his spiritual power fluctuations were very weak, at most Qi Nurturing first or second level, he sensed that the skill could be activated the moment he touched him.

This only indicated one thing: this little kid was dead.

A wandering soul who had forgotten that he was dead, had also forgotten his name, had forgotten everything in the past, but was still wandering here for a purpose he didn't know.

No, to be precise, this little kid's soul was probably already dissipated. Now, it was only because his obsession from when he was alive was too strong, and he himself had many peculiarities, that he could wander here like a living person.

Even the monsters in the swamp couldn't tell whether this child was alive or dead.

"Thought of anything?"

"I thought of a little bit."

"Tell me."

"I thought that I want to find my mother and my father, but I forgot what their names are, I only remember that my mother is very beautiful and my father is very powerful." The little kid's eyes were very bright, and he didn't seem to be bothered by the fact that he was already dead.

"In that case, it will be very difficult to find them..." Qin Yang smiled wryly. Before he could finish speaking, he was defeated by the little kid's expectant gaze. He couldn't say the rest of his words, and could only comfort him, "How about this, I'll try my best to help you find them, but whether it will work or when we can find them, I don't know."

"Thank you, big brother, please." The little kid smiled, his eyes narrowed into crescents, and placed one of his hands in Qin Yang's hand, seemingly entrusting himself to Qin Yang so easily.

Suddenly, an anomaly occurred.

The little kid's chubby hand silently dissolved, turning into ghastly white bones. The clothes he was wearing also vanished with the wind, disappearing into nothingness.

"Big brother, please." The little kid wasn't surprised by his transformation. His ignorant eyes became bright and clear at that moment. "My name is Bao Yu, and my father is Wu Bi'an. Please send me back."

After saying the last sentence, the chubby little kid silently turned into a ghastly white skeleton. The bones had already become jade-like, and touching them felt like warm jade. There were also streaks of purple Dao patterns densely covering the bones, as if naturally formed, filled with a harmonious and natural beauty.

Looking closely, the seemingly simple Dao patterns contained endless mysteries, resembling clouds and mist, like the earth's veins, and also like the thunder's grandeur, as if the principles of heaven and earth were contained within these simple patterns. After only a few more glances, Qin Yang felt dizzy and his soul unstable, scaring him into quickly looking away, not daring to look any longer.

Giving up on observing these profound Dao patterns, Qin Yang began to notice other things.

The skeleton seemed humanoid, but its body was slightly different. Its spine actually had thirty-six vertebrae.

Even for a child, the sacrum and coccyx parts had not yet fused into one piece, so it would be at most thirty-three pieces.

But this little kid's sacrum had already fused into one piece, and the coccyx had also fused into one piece. Leaving aside these two bones, an adult's spine is only twenty-four segments, but this little kid had ten more bones, eight distributed on the spine, thoracic vertebrae, and lumbar vertebrae, and the remaining two distributed on the coccyx.

Upon closer inspection, he also discovered that this little kid's ribs had one more pair than ordinary people...

Moreover, there were also some subtle, almost imperceptible, scars on the skull. After comparison, it was determined that these were all tooth marks, all left by the monsters in the swamp.

These subtle traces, some new and some old, had long been impossible to count how many times they had occurred.

Looking at these, Qin Yang couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart. He touched the little kid's head. This little kid had probably wandered around here for who knows how many years, dragged down by those monsters countless times. It was probably because those monsters discovered that this little kid was dead and his skull was too hard, that they were too lazy to pay more attention.

It's just that these monsters weren't intelligent enough, and they would be attracted back by the little kid every time.

"Don't wander around anymore. Even if you continue to wander here for ten thousand years, a hundred thousand years, there's no hope. Rest in peace. If I can leave here alive, I'll take your remains and help you find your father outside, and send you home." Qin Yang sighed quietly. This little kid had probably wandered in this Secret Realm for thousands of years.

Unfortunately, this Secret Realm is closed off, and his unconscious wandering, even if he wanders for another hundred thousand years, will not lead to any results.

For a simple little kid, this is too cruel...

Continuing here, Qin Yang could already foresee his ultimate fate, which would inevitably be to completely dissipate without a trace. At that time, it would not only be forgetting everything in the past, but even the last trace of obsession would not be able to exist.

Let him rest in peace...

If he can get out, at least there is some hope.

Thinking of this, Qin Yang slowly activated the skill. A phantom palm flew out from his right hand, grabbing towards the little kid's skeleton.

Suddenly, the dazzling light blooming in the palm almost blinded Qin Yang's eyes.

"Holy crap, what's going on?"

The dazzling light in that phantom hand was becoming more and more dazzling, but it had not been successfully Looted for a long time.

It was as if the thing being Looted this time weighed a ton, and couldn't be picked up for a moment.

The palm slowly lifted, and the light inside was so blinding that Qin Yang couldn't open his eyes, and could only continue to persevere.

PS: Cough, someone said the introduction is like dog shit. Actually, I really don't know how to write introductions. In the past few years, I've written millions of words in total, but every introduction is very bad, powerless. I'll try to write a better introduction when I have time, the kind that is tall, mighty, and awesome. Also, routinely asking for collections and recommendation tickets.