July 10, 09:05.
Feng Qi jumped out of bed with great anticipation. Today was Saturday and he didn't have to go to school on his birthday.
The small supermarket at home was closed, so his parents closed the store for a day and came back to celebrate his birthday with him. Feng Qi took out the "Legend of Resurrection" cassette from under the bed and quickly arranged the console and controller.
Today is the third "Feng Family Game Grand Prix"!
July 10, 11:47.
In "Legend of Resurrection", Dad's "Shield Soldier" and Mom's "Priest" stayed where they were, while Feng Qi controlled his little swordsman to run around, happily doing the side quest of picking apples.
After completing the task, no task materials will be given, but a very cute wreath will be given, which can be hung on the outer door of the player's house.
Mom likes that wreath very much.
A few steps away in the kitchen, the sizzling sound of cooking was mixed with the vague conversation of his parents. Feng Qi smelled his favorite fried shrimp and braised spareribs, and he jumped several times on the sofa.
July 10, 12:30.
"Oh, I filled in the delivery address at our store." Dad answered the call from the delivery man and smiled embarrassedly, "Fortunately, it's not far away. I'll go get the cake."
In the photo, the smiling faces of my parents are particularly vivid.
He opened his eyes and saw a strange creature - it had clear and lovely eyes and beautiful scales as white as snow. Seeing that he was awake, the creature lowered its head obediently and nudged him gently.
Who will wake him up
July 11, 20:31.
He knew he was going to die.
Feng Qi secretly ran out and stood quietly at the "accident scene". He didn't understand and couldn't figure it out.
Tomorrow is Monday and Feng Qi doesn't want to go to school.
Feng Qi stood there in a daze for a long time, and after a while, his eyes gradually lit up.
Monsters that had never been seen flew across the sky from time to time, and the majestic castle was outlined with a red edge by the morning sun. Not far away, the dirty keychain turned into a pure silver badge. The badge lay on the green grass, and a family photo was carefully embedded behind the badge.
"I'll go too. Let your dad carry the orange juice." Mom smiled and continued, "In case he doesn't pay attention and ruins the cake."
Fortunately, I was not caught by my parents.
Feng Qi was awakened by something cold.
Feng Qi knew that the game console was still on and the food was still there, and he didn't want to see them.
Why would he leave? This was clearly his home. Maybe they were all wrong, and his parents would suddenly come home and give him a surprise.
"Good morning, great adventurer. Welcome to the world of Resurrection Legend. I am Ibbi, your guide."
The white dragon spread its wings and landed near the emblem.
Many strangers came to his house, saying that his parents were "gone", and even several distant relatives wanted to take him away.
It was already dark, and he didn't want to go back to his old place. The room was getting emptier and bigger, and it was beginning to feel strange.
July 10, 12:58.
Mom and Dad haven’t come back yet and their cell phones are unreachable.
July 11, 11:14.
Feng Qi widened his eyes and looked around.
It lowered its head and nudged the badge closer with its nose.
July 12, 06:12.
"Please keep your badge. You can use it to summon me at any time."
He had never been so tired before, and the sleepiness was like a lead ball around his neck, weighing down more and more. Strangely, his vision had even become clearer than before.
The sauce on the fried shrimp has completely dried up, giving off a faint sour smell. It doesn't look delicious at all now.
That was Mom's favorite family photo keychain, and he hated the word "relic".
Feng Qi's ears were buzzing and his limbs were numb to the point of losing perception. The sounds around him seemed to be blocked by a layer of water film. Of all his body parts, only his eyes could still function.
Feng Qi locked the door, and when those people walked away shaking their heads, he quietly opened it.
July 23, 23:31.
It looks like a small flying dragon.
July 10, 12:49.
The cheerful background music of the game kept looping. The big meal on the table was completely cold, and the rice in Mom and Dad's bowls had only been moved a little. The rice in the bowls had become dry and hard, and the chopsticks were still in the original position.
He found nothing, only some "relics" secretly given to him by kind-hearted people.
Mom and Dad didn't come back.
This place is only five or six minutes away from the small shop at home. Mom and Dad are so slow. Since they are late, it should be okay for him to sneak a shrimp first, right
He quietly ate a fried shrimp and quickly put the remaining shrimp in order while staring at the door.
He found a corner in the flower bed, curled up, and clutched the keychain tightly to his chest.
July 10, 15:16.
"I also want to drink orange juice." Feng Qi drank up the Coke in the cup and took the opportunity to make a request.
And now, he could see the entire Dragon of Destruction.
At first, he didn't sense the aura of the Dragon of Destruction at all. Then, he could detect the scent of the dragon from that beautiful hero.
In the sapphire night sky, under the diamond-like stars, the black dragon was as dark as the night, emitting a breathtaking and shocking aura. It had blood-red eyes - a color that should have been extremely dangerous, but the red was exceptionally soft, without a trace of blood.
It spread its black wings with beautiful patterns on them, held him up in the air with a strand of magic, and looked at him calmly.
It was a magnificent and breathtaking beauty, a thousand times better than the images in the game.
Feng Qi trembled and stretched out his hand, touching the cool and smooth dragon scales.
"I have to pass this level. I have a wish that must be fulfilled. Please..."
He didn't realize how sad he was, but he couldn't stop crying.
"Is that why?" the dragon asked.
A familiar silver badge floated in front of him, with a familiar photo on the back.
Feng Qi moved his lips, but before he could say anything, Yibi broke free from his embrace and flew towards the silver badge. The young dragon used all his strength to rub the silver badge affectionately, licking it carefully with the tip of his tongue.
"… Yes."
Feng Qi's lips trembled and he continued with difficulty.
"I... I use it to summon Ibbi..."
"Is this yours?" Long's voice became softer. "You always wear it with you?"
"This is my mother's stuff. Someone gave it to me after they..."
Long was silent for a long time.
"What's your name?" it asked again.
"Feng Qi."
The boy answered, raising his head with difficulty, his voice so soft that it was almost inaudible.
"My name is Feng Qi..."
Yin Ren hugged the boy tightly in his arms. He knew that the child had reached his limit.
Under the influence of the evil power, Feng Qi's perception ability changed. He possessed "supernormal observation ability" and could use it to influence others.
For some reason, these observations were all distorted into something from "The Legend of Resurrection". He imagined his own power to be magic, and the environment he perceived to be another world...
In order to make all this easier to understand, he even imagined his "own subconscious" as a guide named "Ibi".
That was something that only the boy himself could see, an empty imagination that even the evil spirits could not detect.
Feng Qi.
Yin Ren remembered this name.
When he was investigating the origins of wild corpses, he had seen such a name in the vast list of dead.
Feng Qi, 10 years old.
He is not the deceased in the list, but a relative of the deceased Feng Shuangzhi and Lu Xiaoqi.
Feng Shuangzhi and Lu Xiaoqi were husband and wife and owned a small supermarket in Shangguang District. At 12:38 on July 10 this year, they were both killed in a car accident on their way home.
The drug-driving driver was arrested on the spot and the whole incident was not complicated.
In that table full of countless deaths, they were not the most special, nor the most tragic. They died too suddenly, and their bodies were disposed of too quickly to become a wild corpse worker.
But their deaths created something else.
Human potential often bursts out in extreme despair and pain. Feng Qi used this to survive the pollution of the evil power, which gave him a gift that was almost a curse.
But the brain of a living person cannot bear such a burden. As the pollution worsens, his ability becomes stronger and stronger, and he is closer to death.
"You want to resurrect your parents, right?" Yin Ren sighed.
"This world is called "Resurrection Legend"."
Feng Qi grabbed Yin Ren's hair tightly, like a drowning man grabbing the last straw. His eyes were bloodshot, his tone was rapid, and purulent blood continued to flow from the corners of his mouth.
"In this world, there is magic that can bring the dead back to life..."
Yin Ren touched his head.
He could see the determination to die in Feng Qi's eyes, even though the boy might not have had time to understand death.
The magic passed through, and the rain on Feng Qi's body evaporated instantly. The evil spirit turned into warm wind, and the temperature around the two of them seemed as comfortable as early summer.
"I don't know what you mean by 'Resurrection Legend'." Yin Ren maintained the boy's fragile illusion, "but there is no magic that can bring the dead back to life in this world."
Feng Qi was no longer able to speak. He continued to hold Yin Ren's hair, his eyes revealing trance and pleading.
Yin Ren sighed: "I know the 'God of Death', this is the secret he told me."
Yin Ren had searched for the ending of the game in advance.
As a second-rate game, its ending is simple.
After clearing the game successfully, the court magician will grant the player's wish. The final boss is the Dragon of Destruction, and the player has no chance to meet the god of death. Even the prince who was rescued only exists in the narrative.
How sloppy it is, allowing people to make all kinds of follow-ups at will.
"The god of death is fair. He took away the prince of Xianming not out of malice, but because the prince was... unlucky. Even if the dead are resurrected by force, what comes back will not be a 'human'."
In a sense, this is not a lie.
Feng Qi couldn't help but choke, and the hand holding Yin Ren's hair trembled.
"The prince may never be able to think straight again, or he may have to watch his body decay. Either way, he will become a monster in the eyes of everyone."
"Even if it's a 'resurrection' like this, will you bring your parents back?"
From beginning to end, no matter how weak he was, there was always a light in Feng Qi's eyes. At this moment, the light slowly extinguished. He stared blankly at the keychain, no longer trembling or choking.
"I just… "
His voice was weak and hoarse, and he looked like a candle that could go out at any time, without a trace of life.
"I haven't said goodbye to them yet... I..." His breathing became lighter and lighter.
Yin Ren stared at him for a while, his eyes flickering.
"Then make a wish to me, to see them again."
He recalled the tone of the "Dragon of Destruction" in the game, floating steadily in the sea of stars.
"In exchange for your abilities, I can fulfill your wish and send you back home."
"The dead cannot be resurrected, but you can still say goodbye to them."
Yin Ren's chest was a little wet, the boy's blood and tears soaked his clothes. After a long time, Feng Qi finally let go of Yin Ren's hair and buried his face deeply in Yin Ren's chest.
The young dragon Ibi barked twice and closed his eyes obediently.
“Great adventurer, this is an important choice... It is related to the ending of the game, please choose carefully.”
Its sound is weak and peaceful, with a hint of subtle relief.
"... I understand." Feng Qi murmured, still buried in Yin Ren's chest, his voice a little muffled, "Dragon of Destruction... Lord Oberscrass... I want to go home."
Back home where mom and dad are.
"Okay." Yin Ren replied softly.
He stretched out his hand and placed his palm over the boy's cloudy eyes.
July 23, 23:35.
The morning light shone through his eyelids, and Feng Qi woke up suddenly.
He was lying on his familiar bed, and the electronic calendar on the bedside clearly showed "July 10, 09:05".
The coldness and pain in his body disappeared completely, and his body felt so light that he seemed to be flying. Feng Qi's nose felt sore, and he rolled off the bed and ran to his parents' bedroom.
He grabbed his mother, who was still in her pajamas.
It really is Mom's smell, he thought.
"What's wrong with you so early in the morning?" Mom pinched his face. "Old Feng, take care of your son. I need to change my clothes."
"Master Feng, hurry up and get ready for the game with dad!" Dad, wearing slippers, took out the console with a smile on his face.
Feng Qi shook his head desperately. He didn't want to cry, but tears flowed out of his eyes uncontrollably.
Mom stroked his back and said, "What happened, Qiqi? Why are you crying like this?"
"I..." Feng Qi grabbed her mother's pajamas tightly, "I had a nightmare."
July 23, 23:46.
Feng Qi didn't touch "Legend of Resurrection". He stuck to his parents and stood obediently in the kitchen to help.
"Come on, little birthday boy. The fumes are stinging." Mom pushed him out. "I have something to discuss with your dad."
So Feng Qi stood outside the kitchen and waited.
Had the sun ever shone so brightly in their old house
July 23, 23:51.
Time passed quickly, the morning passed in the blink of an eye, and the family sat down at the dining table again.
"Cheers!" Mom and Dad raised their Coke cups, and the fried shrimps and stewed spareribs exuded a rich aroma.
It was a perfect morning. They didn't play games and had dinner much earlier than expected. Most of the fried shrimps were eaten. His father peeled the shrimps skillfully. Soon, the shrimps in Feng Qi's bowl piled up into a small mountain.
However, just halfway through the meal, Dad's cell phone rang again.
"Don't answer it!" Feng Qi screamed as if she was burned, "Let's continue... Let's continue eating, okay?"
Amid the pleasant melody, his parents looked at him in silence.
After a long time, Dad finally answered the phone. Just like "last time", the call was quickly disconnected, and an apologetic smile appeared on his face.
"I filled in the delivery address at our store," he said. "I'm sorry, it's Dad's fault."
Mom put down her chopsticks and sighed very lightly.
"Brother Feng, I shouldn't have urged you to leave so quickly," she said.
"I don't want cake or orange juice." Feng Qi seemed to understand something, but he hoped he didn't understand anything. "It's all my fault, it's all my fault! I don't want cake or orange juice anymore in my life, and I will never sneak fried shrimps again, so don't leave!"
"I don't want you to leave..."
The sun was shining brightly, and the dishes on the table sparkled alluringly. Mom and Dad’s hands were warm, and their voices were as gentle as before.
It's really strange. He has heard this voice for so many years, but now he needs to hear it again to remember it.
If they really don't come back... will he forget about it soon
"What are you talking about?" Dad's eyes were red. "When my son becomes successful in the future, I must buy him the best cake. What kind of cake is that? Animal cream?"
"You are still growing up, so you need to eat well." Mom's smile was a little forced. "You are a big kid now, you know right from wrong."
They stood up, carefully put away their chopsticks, and put on their coats. Mom leaned over and gently kissed Feng Qi on the forehead.
July 23, 23:57.
"Happy birthday, Qiqi."
"Happy birthday, brat."
"We have prepared a gift for you," said Dad.
"It's at the bottom of your closet." Mom added, "Don't play around too much. You must listen to your teacher."
The father chuckled and started changing his shoes: "Our son is smart, he will definitely go to University A in the future."
For the first time in thirteen days, Feng Qi covered his eyes and burst into tears. His tears dripped onto the dining table, and his chopsticks rolled onto the floor, making two crisp clapping sounds.
"Why?"
He shouted at the top of his lungs, and it was unclear who he was asking or what he was asking.
He did not step forward to stop it, but just stood there in despair.
“… Why?”
Dad paused for a moment while changing his shoes, and Mom picked up and put down her shoulder bag. The two exchanged glances and returned to the center of the house.
"Don't cry, come on, let's play another game." Dad walked to the game console and turned on "Legend of Resurrection".
The "Shield Soldiers" and "Priests" surrounded the little swordsman, and they were teleported to the "Mountain of Eternal Sleep" in the game. The teleport point for challenging the Dragon of Destruction has not yet been opened. So far, it is not a battlefield, but just a place with a particularly beautiful starry sky.
"The protagonist always goes through a lot of hardships." Mom manipulated the pastor and found a place with the best view, "But they always continue to take risks, right, Qiqi?"
"That's right, my son looks like me, the strongest man ever!"
"Just blow it." Mom glanced at Dad helplessly.
The three characters stopped at the flower sea of the Eversleeping Mountain, where they could see the most vast sky in the game.
July 23, 23:59.
Mom and Dad stood at the door of the room again.
July 24, 00:00.
"Goodbye." They said goodbye to him with a smile.
Yin Ren slowly fell to the ground.
In his arms, Feng Qi was sleeping soundly, breathing evenly and long.
Yin Ren removed most of the evil power from the boy. He also removed most of the evil pollution on the keychain. Shi An should be able to handle the rest.
Although the impact of pollution cannot be eradicated, at least Feng Qi can live healthily.
He also did not gain nothing on this side.
Yin Ren swallowed the strange evil power, and instead of adding burden, he felt a little relieved. Miraculously, it was like he had obtained a fragment of "extracorporeal memory", and he realized a little bit of the method of controlling the evil power.
“Very good deal.”
He avoided the police and put the boy in the bushes behind Villa 18. Now people are looking for Feng Qi everywhere, and I believe he will be found soon.
Under the dry trees, the boy bent his back.
He seemed to be sleeping in someone's arms, his expression was very calm, and there were still traces of tears in the corners of his eyes. Yin Ren leaned over and took out the keychain that had lost its evil power. He carefully put it back in the boy's hand.
"Good night."
After doing all this, Yin Ren tapped the boy's forehead and erased his memory.
Next up, the great Dragon of Destruction has a lot of mess to clean up.
Yin Ren slipped back into his own corridor, took out his cell phone and quickly opened the WeChat group.
In the Shian-group work group, Liang Shan sent more than a dozen voice messages. After logging out of WeChat, I saw six missed calls, four from Liang Shan, one from Lu Xiaohe, and even one from Zhong Chengshuo.
Yin Ren: “…” This kid really knows how to put on a good show.
He cleared his throat, looked at the call record that Zhong Cheng mentioned, and called back on the spot.
The call was connected quickly.
"Sorry, sorry, I muted my phone just now." Yin Ren lied seriously, "Brother Zhong, how are you? Is your foot seriously sprained?"
"Not bad." Zhong Cheng said as the rain roared over there. "It's been treated. I'll be home soon. How about you? Is your stomach feeling better?"
"Much better, but a little weak. I just went home and managed to avoid the rain... Hey, did you bring an umbrella? I'll pick you up at the gate of the community."
"I don't… "
"Why are you being polite? You have a sprained ankle. It's so inconvenient." Yin Ren interrupted him enthusiastically, "Did you take a taxi back?"
"The gym is not far away. I can just walk a short distance to it..."
"Then I should pick you up! What if you catch a cold after being caught in the rain for too long? Wait a minute, I'm coming—"
Without waiting for Zhong Cheng to refuse, Yin Ren hung up the phone.
He steamed himself dry, grabbed an umbrella from home, and rushed to the gate of the community.
To be honest, Yin Ren didn't mind Zhong Cheng's identity or motive. Now that they were both under Shi An's watch, Zhong Cheng's statement that there was a secret that couldn't be made public was actually more beneficial to him.
Yin Ren was concerned about another thing - what Zhong Cheng said about his "zero clairvoyance" was true, but what he said about being "an expert in the industry" was also true. The guy took his hair on his own initiative, so he must have guessed something about his identity.
Lord Ghost King will not miss the opportunity to test.
At midnight, the sirens of Ping An Manor were deafening, and the criminals were sent to police cars one by one. The practitioners of Shi An ran around to clean up the mess. Yin Ren avoided the crowd, holding a big black umbrella and quietly guarding the gate of the community. The raindrops hit the top of the umbrella, making a crackling sound.
He soon heard Zhong Chengshuo, who "just came home".
The man was carrying a gym bag and wearing only a simple long-sleeved shirt. He was soaked through. He stared at Yin Ren blankly, his slightly long black hair stuck to his face, looking harmless and pitiful.
It was midnight, thunder rumbled, and heavy rain continued to fall.
With the warm yellow street lights around them, they seemed to have returned to the night when they first met.
(End of this chapter)