Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 88 My Sadistic Brother 41 (The End)

The Underworld Emperor could never forget that moment—when he returned with flowers in his arms, full of joy, he found that Zhaozhao was nowhere to be found.

At first, he didn't think much of it, assuming the child had simply run off to play. However, after searching around without success, a sense of unease began to creep into his heart.

He turned his head in a daze, his gaze suddenly falling on the stone beneath the coffin. Looking up along the stone, he saw that the coffin was slightly open with a small crack.

Could it be... that Zhao Zhao crawled into the coffin herself?! This thought flashed through his mind like lightning, leaving him utterly astonished.

Without a second thought, he quickly stretched out his arm and forcefully lifted the coffin lid several meters away. Then, he hurriedly approached the coffin and peered inside.

What he saw before him became the most indelible memory of his life: in the dark red, deep coffin, Zhao Zhao lay quietly in his wife's arms, his face as pale as paper, without any breath; while his wife slowly opened her eyes, her gaze vacant and blank.

The moment their eyes met, before she could even react, she softly called out, "Ah Hui?"

This was the scene that had replayed in his dreams countless times, and now it had become reality. The Underworld Emperor stared at her, trying to force a smile, but he couldn't muster even the slightest hint of it.

What should he do if the thing he most wants to happen and the thing he least wants to happen happen at the same time?

His wife was lost and found again, his young son was found and then lost again...

The Underworld Emperor felt he was going mad...

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The people of the Underworld remained perplexed by the inexplicable outcome of the Queen Mother of the Underworld suddenly waking up and the young prince suddenly dying, unable to find any connection between the two events.

Since they had no idea about the unimaginable thing called a system cheat, they could only attribute it to their own unwavering belief in "cause and effect, and destiny," and hastily concluded the matter with this as their conclusion.

Upon learning of Zhao Zhao's accident, Sang Yinuo, who had just awakened from the Celestial Realm, was extremely anxious and rushed back to the Underworld without hesitation.

After returning to the underworld, he lost control of his emotions and went on a rampage for a long time, causing many ghosts to be terrified and not daring to breathe.

However, after this incident, many ghosts began to harbor resentment and discontent. Some even spread rumors that their young emperor had gone mad and was completely unfit to assume the responsibility of succeeding the underworld.

Since then, Sang Yinuo has secluded himself in the Young Emperor's Palace, ignoring everything outside. He neither speaks nor eats, and even his mother's attempts to persuade him are to no avail.

But today is different, because it is a special day, and the Underworld Emperor has come to visit him.

Seeing his son, whose hair was disheveled, whose expression was haggard and listless, and who was completely unfamiliar to him, the Underworld Emperor felt extremely heartbroken.

He slowly knelt down, gently embraced Sang Yinuo's body, and said softly, "Regarding the placement of Zhaozhao's remains, after much consideration, I think it is more appropriate to put him in that coffin."

The name “Zhao Zhao” struck Sang Yinuo like a thunderclap.

His body trembled violently, his lips were clenched so tightly that they seemed to draw blood, his once handsome face became extremely haggard, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

A sharp pain shot through the Underworld Emperor's heart. He reached out and grabbed Sang Yinuo's shoulders, shaking him violently, trying to bring him back to his senses. "Nuonuo, wake up!"

However, at this moment, San Yinuo was completely immersed in his own world and had lost all awareness of the outside world.

His eyes were empty and lifeless, and he seemed completely dazed. The Underworld Emperor was frantic with worry. He raised his voice again, shouting, "Sang Yinuo, pull yourself together!"

Hearing the Underworld Emperor's cry, Sang Yinuo suddenly snapped back to reality. He abruptly shook off the Underworld Emperor's hand, his expression turning frantic as he muttered to himself, "Go away! Don't worry about me!"

The Underworld Emperor felt increasingly distressed. He knew that his son had been greatly affected by Zhao Zhao's situation, but as the ruler of the Underworld, he had to help Sang Yinuo recover.

“Sang Yinuo! You are the young emperor of the underworld! Your people are waiting for you to rise up and lead them.”

"But look at yourself now! You've disappointed them so much!" he cried out hoarsely, his eyes filled with pain and struggle.

This roar was like a thunderbolt, bringing Sang Yinuo back to his senses somewhat. He stared blankly at the Underworld Emperor, his eyes filled with pain and helplessness.

The Underworld Emperor took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, and slowly said, "Are you going to stay so depressed? You are not only Zhaozhao's brother, but also the heir to the Underworld! You bear a heavy responsibility; you cannot give up so easily!"

Sang Yinuo was stunned by the Underworld Emperor's words, and after a long while, she softly called out, "Father..."

"But I'm so sad, I don't want to be the young emperor anymore... I just want to be with him... okay..." he pleaded, tears slowly sliding down his cheeks.

The Underworld Emperor looked at his heartbroken son and felt a pang of sadness himself. But he knew that now was not the time for grief; they had to face reality and shoulder their respective responsibilities.

The Underworld Emperor curled his lips into a smile, pretending not to hear his words. He affectionately patted his head and said softly, "Don't cry, Nuonuo. Don't say silly things. Let's go see Zhaozhao one last time." Today they are sealing the coffin. If we don't go today, we will never see her again.

"Father, sob..."

Sang Yinuo buried her head in the Emperor of the Underworld's arms and cried out for the first time.

"Father, I regret it so much, I regret it so much... Why did I ignore Zhao Zhao's pleas to stay? Why did I leave like this...?" When he went to the Immortal Realm, Zhao Zhao clearly stated that she didn't want him to go and wanted him to stay with her, but Sang Yinuo still left.

Even knowing what might happen to Zhao Zhao next, he still couldn't go over.

"Father, I'm so useless, I'm not a good older brother..."

The Underworld Emperor was also in great distress. He held him, letting him vent his emotions without saying a word.

Not long after, Sang Yinuo pushed the Underworld Emperor away, "I need to see him..."

"Zhao Zhao is definitely waiting for me!"

"I want to see him!"

A look of madness flashed in his eyes as he staggered toward the bottom of the River of Oblivion.

When Sang Yinuo arrived, he saw Sang Yanyi closing the coffin.

“Go away!!!”

Sang Yanyi was stunned. He was injured by the powerful spiritual energy that Sang Yinuo unleashed and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered onto Sang Yinuo's face.

Blood blurred Sang Yinuo's vision. He slowly stepped forward, his eyes sinister. He looked down, staring blankly at Zhao Zhao lying in the coffin. The scene from his dream overlapped with reality. He laughed maniacally, "So that's how it is, so that's how it is..."

Sang Yanyi got up, enduring his internal injuries, and went forward. Seeing Sang Yinuo's crazed state, he said softly, "Nuo Nuo, pull yourself together."

"Zhao Zhao loves you so much, she definitely wouldn't want to see you like this."

“Zhao Zhao?” Sang Yinuo looked up in a daze.

“That’s right. My darling is so kind. As his older brother, how can I let him down again?” He leaned down and gently stroked his cold face.

“Didn’t my darling always drag her brother into doing good deeds? I didn’t have time to spend with you when you were alive, so I have to repay you tenfold after you die.”

"I really owe you~" He managed to regain his composure, looking at Zhao Zhao's body with tenderness in his eyes.

"Zhaozhao, I will live on, carrying your kindness toward the world with me."

And starting today.

The underworld lost a reckless youth and gained a successor dedicated to serving the people.

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My sadistic older brother (The End)