Chapter 1019: Chapter 789: Good News_3
"Once it dies, this world will lose all meaning..."
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In a daze, Liu DongLi slowly opened his eyes.
He heard the sound of the train in motion, and in the faint shaking, the overhead light in the carriage illuminated his eyes.
He’s still alive?
But why is his last memory the image of that bastard Huai Shi pulling out a gun and blowing his own head off?
When he finally reacted, he instinctively touched his head, finding it intact, without a hole or any strange things.
Moreover, his body... unexpectedly healthy.
The usual hidden pain and ailments were gone, even his hair had grown back, feeling incredibly thick, which he found a bit unaccustomed to.
"Second Brother, you’re awake?"
Feng Ping’s face leaned in, overlooking him, smiling: "Looks good, how do you feel?"
"Alright, just no strength..."
Liu DongLi sighed, looking around.
Unexpectedly, they finally caught him.
"Where are we going?"
"Canaan," Feng Ping said, "Dad gave a death order to bring you back, don’t even think about jumping off the train, there are two people guarding the roof."
Saying this, he raised the hand hidden behind his back, revealing a tranquilizer gun, eager to use it.
"Alright then." Liu DongLi rolled his eyes, lifted his arm, and saw a pitch-black iron ring, seemingly locked onto his wrist, unable to be removed.
"What is this? A GPS?"
"It’s a gift from a Mr. Isaac, said to be a work by Grandmaster Mikhail, allowing you to maintain normalcy. If nothing goes wrong, you’ll be wearing this thing for the rest of your life."
"What?" Liu DongLi was dumbfounded: "Why?"
"I don’t know the specifics either, but according to Mr. Isaac, aside from the part of your polluted soul that was split off, your previous body also completely deformed.
Your friends had no other choice, so they took the plunge with what was still usable and helped you grow a new one using the vitality of the Eternal Beast.
So now you are sort of... emmmm, half a marsh person?"
At this, Feng Ping laughed with schadenfreude: "Anyway, prepare for a lifetime without seeing the light of day, brother, because you are now ’dead.’ Welcome to a recluse life!"
"..."
Liu DongLi rolled his eyes, sighing long: "Huai Shi, that guy, always likes to do unnecessary things."
"Have a good rest, brother."
Feng Ping stood up, glancing at the clock on the wall: "We’ll be arriving in a few minutes, you better get ready...
Dad’s been wanting to beat you for a long time, maybe this time he’ll beat you half to death. If you can’t hold it, remember to scream miserably, and Six Sister and I will rush in to save you."
He walked to the door, suddenly paused, turned back, and said: "Oh, there’s also some good news for you."
"Hmm?" Liu DongLi looked over.
Feng Ping smiled mysteriously: "Now Canaan also has vending machines, the connected kind."
"..."
Liu DongLi’s vision went black, his head throbbing painfully.
Ji Wei must already wish to kill him now...
Why are family relationships and romantic life so troublesome?
It feels more liberating to be dead...
He rubbed his head, suddenly envying that bastard Huai Shi - as long as you don’t commit, you’re not responsible, everyone’s my best friend, being a jerk with conviction, learned it, I really did!
It’s just a pity, it’s too late.
He sighed, closing his eyes.
The closer he got to Canaan, the more complex his emotions became.
He grew up here, proud of it. But when he left here ten years ago, he did so as a despised traitor.
He once thought he’d never have the chance to return, even preparing to die somewhere unknown.
But now, after coming full circle, he found himself back here again.
Becoming a cripple, unable to continue the promising career of a Cowherd, reduced to being a recluse.
Maybe one day, if Dad can’t stand it, he’ll be thrown out to become a live-in son-in-law, wiping tables and washing dishes, looked down upon, while on his mother-in-law’s birthday, the Ivory Tower sends over a billion-dollar order or something...
Life is hard.
But what he fears more is not knowing how to face his adoptive father.
Thinking of that once disappointed face, he gets the urge to run away, unable to face it all.
But now he has no chance.
Whether it’s the window or the door, the ventilation duct to the roof, everything is manned, and it seems he’s been injected with some kind of Potion, having no strength, unable to run.
No matter how anxious, the final door will open.
Noise came from behind the curtains.
When Liu DongLi was wheeled outside, from the crowd, he finally saw his adoptive father.
After many years of separation, still the same, like a weathered iron block, seemingly unchanged.
Just expressionless, walking step by step towards him, looking down at him.
Seeming to wait for him to say something.
Looking into those old eyes, Liu DongLi couldn’t help but avert his gaze, sighing: "I’m back, father."
In the silence, Peron examined the once lonely youth, but could hardly discern the old contours, only those eyes remained unchanged.
"Welcome back, my son."
The burly man bent down, reaching out, embracing his long-lost foster son.
So forcefully, yet so joyfully.
Just like when he was a child, holding his hand, laughing proudly.
Helping him up from the wheelchair, the elderly man turned, proclaiming to everyone: "Do you see, everyone? My son has returned!"
He said, "Our hero has returned!"
At that moment, in the surging crowd, countless arms waved excitedly, thunderous cheers erupted, calling out his name.
Celebrating the hero who sacrificed everything for them, returning home!
