Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 968 - 386: Dead People Returned to Life (Part 3)
"I heard people say that there were dozens of people ahead who were punished for crossing the boundary, having their bones and flesh pierced by the ink line of the City God’s followers. It was terribly cruel."
News spread faster than the night march, and even Little Second Brother felt a bit afraid.
Children are most easily scared, but he just warned himself not to cross the line, while still craning his head forward.
As the night march drew closer, Little Second Brother wiped his eyes with his sleeve, staring carefully, not daring to blink at all.
"Father, Mother, you must come back, if you do, Little Second will still be the happy Little Second."
Little Second Brother’s mother sold cigarettes in the theater, and his father showed movies there. The family wasn’t affluent, but his parents’ love for Little Second Brother was indisputable.
The procession arrived quickly, the Night Parade of Hundred Demons surged forward, and Little Second Brother’s sharp eyes searched the crowd continuously, looking for his parents’ trace,
As he searched, tears somehow began to flow, a wave of sadness rising inexplicably.
He wiped his tears as he searched, and finally he found his parents,
His father’s legs were unsteady, and he walked with a limp,
His mother sold cigarettes every day in the cinema, with a heavy tray of cigarettes hanging around her neck, and over time she developed cervical problems, now even with her head lowered, her neck maintained a curve.
Having found his parents, Little Second Brother immediately raised his voice and howled,
"Mom! Dad! It’s me, Little Second... I’m still alive... Mr. Big is really good to us, I have soda to drink, friends to play with, I’m neither cold nor hungry..."
"Mom... you came back to find me yesterday, and even watched ’Fire Burning Red Lotus Temple’ with me, that movie was so amazing, there’s something I forgot to tell you..."
"If you were to come back to life, don’t go selling cigarettes again, Little Second will work at the docks to help with family expenses, you can just rest easy."
As Little Second Brother spoke, not knowing why, tears flowed even harder, and he didn’t realize that among the entire procession of the dead, the others were all projections, only his parents and two neighbors were the paperman funerary figures crafted by the Turtle Mountain Taoist.
His parents heard his cry, and immediately stopped in their tracks, turned to look at Little Second Brother.
Little Second Brother was a bit carried away, wanting to cross the boundary to embrace his parents, but... he still remembered the warning about being trapped by the ink line for crossing boundaries, and didn’t dare to move.
At this moment, an old man in the crowd suddenly exerted some strength and threw Little Second Brother inside the line.
This old man was none other than the Turtle Mountain Taoist that Zhou Xuan had arranged in advance.
"Child, if you don’t come out, my paperman would be wasted."
The Turtle Mountain Taoist chuckled privately.
And Little Second Brother just felt that somehow he had gotten inside the line,
Given that he was already there, and had broken the rules, he was no longer afraid, so he simply hugged his parents’ legs and cried out: "Dad, Mom, I miss you so much... actually, I lied to you... after the disaster I haven’t been well, I have no dad, no mom, and there are always people who want to bully us,
Me and many other kids who lost their parents are bullied by bigger kids, Dad, Mom, if you can’t stay, at least take me with you."
As he poured out his words, the people around were also moved to sadness.
To be honest, wherever there are people, there is bullying, there is a hierarchy.
Even though Zhou Xuan and Pan Mountain Eagle managed the order of Mingjiang Prefecture quite well, bullying is something beyond control.
Children with living parents felt superior and always loved to bully kids like "Little Second Brother."
The reasons like suffering from bullying and missing their parents were why Little Second Brother and other children who lost their parents wanted to end their lives at the Turtle Mountain Taoist Temple.
"Who dares to cross the line, disregarding the ban of the God Traveling Department?"
The City God Disciples, holding an ink line, flew to Little Second Brother’s side,
At this moment, the lanterns of the God Traveling Department of Li Chengfeng floated over, scattering a few candle sparks.
Those sparks floated to the ears of the City God Hall disciples, gently exploding, and only they could hear a voice.
"Little Second Brother is spared by Mr. Big’s special order, do not harm him."
The City God Disciples froze on the spot, not knowing what to do,
And the surrounding people also pleaded with the City God Disciples.
"It’s just a child, let him go."
"The kid is pitiful, just take him aside."
Besides the people’s persuasion, there was a change in the marching procession, whether it was the Hundred Demons or the Dead People, they all came to a halt.
And the leader, the paperman ghost messenger, holding the Water and Fire Stick, weaved through the night march, once he found Little Second Brother, raised his stick to strike.
"Bold living person, how dare you obstruct the night march, courting death."
The Water and Fire Stick, carrying the sound of the wind, was about to smash into Little Second Brother’s head when suddenly a folded fan flew out, opening in front of the Water and Fire Stick, blocking its momentum.
"Mr. Big is here."
"We, the humble folks, pay our respects to Mr. Big."
"Mr. Big’s great kindness to us in Mingjiang Prefecture, we, the small people, will never forget."
Suddenly, the people on both sides, seeing Zhou Xuan’s arrival, knelt down in masses, expressing their gratitude for Zhou Xuan’s benevolence.
Zhou Xuan, however, retrieved the paper fan, lifted the fan high, and sternly commanded: "Stand up, do not kneel!"
"Thank you, Mr. Big, thank you, Mr. Big."
The kneeling people didn’t get up due to Zhou Xuan’s scolding, instead more people knelt down.
"I said, stand up, do not kneel."
Zhou Xuan unleashed a "worldly force," an invisible power rose from the ground, supporting the knees of the people, forcibly making them stand straight.
