After a week, under the diligent work of the Queen of Underworld, the Netherworld gradually returned to calm, simultaneously recruiting a new batch of personnel and filling the six vacancies left by the Death Gods. On the surface, the Netherworld seed unchanged, but those within knew clearly that without the King Ming, the Netherworld could no longer be called the Netherworld.
The Queen of Underworld did not install a new King Ming; she herself beca the highest leader of the Netherworld.
As for the whereabouts of the King Ming, many speculated, but they also knew that with King Ming’s elusive thods, it would be increasingly difficult to see King Ming again, or even hear stories about him.
anwhile, the Danish royal family issued a global manhunt on the international stage for King Ming, for the brutal murder of the Danish prince, offering a reward of 100 million euros for his head.
However, after the order’s publication, three days passed without any activity, whether from private hunters or large rcenary organizations; no one dared to accept this order. So predicted that this manhunt might remain forever unclaid.
After killing Sablint, you did not imdiately leave Sweden.
Three days later, you were standing on the Bluestone Street of an ancient town in Sweden. The environnt here was peaceful and harmonious, with smiles on everyone’s faces, seemingly unaware of what sorrow was.
Walking through the street, you arrived at a residential area, which resembled the villa communities commonly referred to in China, except every residence in this small town was like this.
The area was not enclosed with walls, nor did it have security guards, allowing you to enter freely.
You arrived at the front of a house, intending to knock on the door but hesitated, stepping back a few steps. Then, moving to a corner, you skillfully utilized your spatial ability to knock on the door from a distance, pressing the doorbell as well.
The door quickly opened, and a white woman appeared, looking around with a curious expression. Seeing no one, she shrugged slightly and returned inside.
Shortly after, the white woman reappeared, accompanied by a Chinese woman, your daydream-made-real, Li Qiyi!
Li Qiyi had grown fuller compared to over two months ago, walking slowly, while the white woman held her hand as if caring for a small baby.
The two got into a car, driving away.
Watching Li Qiyi leave, you felt like a lost soul.
In front of others, you could be a homicidal demon, yet now you had no courage to face your elder sister. Li Qiyi’s actions reminded you of sothing, yet you dared not think ahead, truly dared not.
Not long after, you boarded a flight to China. Before boarding, you made an international call to your mom, needing to discuss and resolve so matters with her.
After several hours, the flight safely landed at Yuhang Airport.
Walking through the airport corridor, Li Qiyi’s image continued to linger in your mind, and you felt your head growing progressively heavier, and heavier.
"Mu Yun!"
At the exit, you saw Wei Yingyue there to pick you up, but at this mont everything blurred, and you collapsed onto the cold floor. As consciousness slipped away, Wei Yingyue’s call echoed in your mind.
You were imdiately taken to the military hospital, and the old war doctors, including Liang Xingbang, promptly arrived, performing a detailed examination on you. However, the outcos drove Liang Xingbang to sit on the floor, muttering to himself: "How...how is this possible?"
As Liang Xingbang furrowed his eyebrows and entered the relative waiting area of the special ward, many were already present in the waiting room. Your mom, as the mother, imdiately approached, grabbing Liang Xingbang’s hand with a worried face, asking, "Uncle Liang, what’s wrong with Mu Yun?"
Liang Xingbang slightly lowered his head, montarily at a loss for words.
"Old Liang, speak straightforwardly, holding back like this is torturing us." Wei Yingyue no longer cared about her corporate CEO deanor, resembling a worried girlfriend on the brink of tears.
"Old Liang, the kid probably just lacks sleep, I bet he’s fine." Du Yanan stood by the bed, arms crossed, purposely posing a nonchalant attitude.
Yan Zisu stood nearby, wanting to speak but held back repeatedly.
Liang Xingbang sighed deeply, saying: "Mu Yun, he...he...ah, he has brain cancer."
Upon hearing that, the room fell silent!
Everyone instinctively shouted: "This can’t be!"
"It’s been confird as brain cancer, mid to late stage."
Du Yanan’s body slumped from the window side, sitting on the cold floor, her expression seemingly freezing instantly.
Wei Yingyue stumbled several steps, resting her head against the wall, her face full of grief.
Yan Zisu lowered her head, tears overflowing silently.
"How could this happen, how could this happen?"
Your mom collapsed into your dad’s arms, crying incessantly.
"Old Liang, we will fully cooperate with the treatnt!" Your dad spoke, with determined eyes, "Mu Yun has always been exceptional, he will surely overco this!"
Liang Xingbang nodded: "We will invite the best dostic and international experts for consultation, striving to halt the tumor’s advancent."
Pausing, Liang Xingbang continued: "I believe soone needs to inform Mu Yun, with his mindset, he will surely not be defeated by the disease."
"Old Liang, I’ve already heard."
At that mont, your voice ca from the room.
Startled, everyone followed Old Liang into the room.
Inside, you lay smiling on the hospital bed, your face a little pale but with decent spirit.
Seeing so many people, you couldn’t help but smile and say: "Everyone’s here, huh?"
Yan Zisu quietly approached your side, pursing her lips and remaining silent.
You reached out to hold Yan Zisu’s hand, smiling and saying: "It’s just brain cancer, it’s fine, I won’t die. Brother is tough."
Your mom wagged her finger at you, saying: "You brat, I warn you, no matter what ans you use, you must ensure mom you live well!"
"Mom, don’t worry, I definitely will!" Saying so, you began to cough violently.
Yan Zisu quickly handed over her handkerchief, and upon receiving it, you coughed up blood!
Seeing the red, those present beca a bit panicked.
Liang Xingbang calmly instructed: "You all should leave now, at this mont Mu Yun needs to rest, perhaps leave one person to accompany him."
"I’ll stay!"
Wei Yingyue and Du Yanan spoke almost simultaneously.
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