Chapter 1642: The Suffering of the Human World

Neither the mother nor Little Sheng could understand.

Not long ago, their family of three was still immersed in the joy of Little Sheng recovering his sight. They had gone shopping together, bickering with each other, as if that life, which had originally been unbearable, was about to be left behind, and everything was slowly getting better...

But...

How, in the blink of an eye, could a perfectly fine person... just be gone??

The mother trembled, her eyes fixed on Tu Tian in the rain. "You... you people... why... my child only went to report a message for you! Tell me, how could he not come back??!"

Tu Tian lowered his head, his chapped lips parting. "It is my fault for not being able to protect him. At that time..."

"Tell me!! How could he not come back??!!!"

The mother seemed to have collapsed. She couldn't hear a word Tu Tian said. Her hunched body stumbled into the rain, her hands grabbing Tu Tian’s shoulders, roaring with a heart-rending cry:

"My son... my son’s illness had just gotten better!!"

"He worked so hard, taking care of an old, sick woman like me for so long, finally curing his own illness, finally waiting for his younger brother to recover his sight, finally able to live a little more comfortably... How could he just leave... and not come back??!!!"

"What bravery! What bullshit hero!!!"

"Give me back my son!!"

"Give him back to me!!!!"

Facing the screams of this broken mother, Tu Tian could not give any response... He just stood silently, letting those old, weak fists beat against him, like a stone statue in the rain, motionless.

It wasn't until a whistle for an emergency assembly sounded in the distance that he took a deep breath and stepped back.

"...I am truly sorry."

He bowed deeply to the old woman and then quickly left in the direction of the sound.

The mother’s legs went soft, and she collapsed with a thud beside the cold corpse. She pushed at A-Qiang’s body, her wailing cries echoing through the street...

"Brother... wake up, Brother!"

Little Sheng, standing to the side, also had red eyes. He touched his pocket and choked out, "I even secretly hid a piece of cake for you... The cake was so fragrant... Get up and have a bite, Brother..."

"A-Qiang... A-Qiang!!"

The rain poured down in torrents.

The mother’s wailing gradually weakened.

Under the freezing rain, her already severely ill body had reached its limit, and combined with the intense emotional shock, she swayed slightly and collapsed headlong beside A-Qiang’s corpse.

"Mom!!"

"Mom!!!"

Little Sheng immediately rushed forward and struggled to carry his mother on his back.

Thin wisps of blood trickled from the corner of his mother’s mouth. Her forehead was burning hot, her heavy breathing gradually grew weak, and painful gurgling sounds came from her throat from time to time.

Little Sheng knew that his mother’s illness had flared up again.

He rushed into the house immediately and opened the medicine bag in the drawer, only to find it completely empty...

"Mom! Hang in there... We’ll go find Dr. Jia! Let him get you some medicine!"

Little Sheng quickly pulled an umbrella from the corner of the room, covering himself and his mother on his back, and then dashed into the rain, running straight toward Dr. Jia’s clinic!

Although Little Sheng was just a boy, his stamina was decent. Coupled with the double blow of his brother’s death and his mother’s critical illness, he knew he had to hold up the sky for this family. Driven by a frantic surge of adrenaline, he ran all the way, carrying his mother to the front of the clinic.

He knocked on the clinic door rapidly:

"Dr. Jia!"

"Dr. Jia!! Save my mom!!"

Thump, thump, thump, thump—

Amidst the urgent knocking, a weary figure in a white coat opened the clinic door.

Dr. Jia’s eyes were still full of bloodshot veins, and he looked as if he hadn't eaten for days, extremely weak. Seeing Little Sheng in the rain outside and his mother on his back, he frowned and immediately let them in.

"What’s going on?"

"Dr. Jia! My brother is dead... My mom heard the news and fainted, and she seems to have a high fever!"

"What?? Your brother is dead??"

Dr. Jia was shocked.

After briefly listening to Little Sheng describe what happened, a flash of sympathy crossed his eyes as he looked at the mother and son... Dr. Jia knew the situation of this family; A-Qiang’s accidental death was absolutely a devastating blow to his mother and younger brother.

"Dr. Jia, please save my mom... give her some more medicine!"

Little Sheng didn't say another word and knelt down on the floor with a thud.

At the same time,

he fumbled to take a small box out of his bosom and handed it to Dr. Jia.

"I know, Dr. Jia, the medicine here costs money, but we really don't have anything valuable left at home... I have a piece of cake here, it should be the last piece of cake in the entire Cangyun Domain... It’s very fragrant, please save my mom!"

As he spoke, Little Sheng tremblingly opened the box, and the rich aroma of the cake instantly filled the room.

Dr. Jia’s body jolted. He stared fixedly at the cake in Little Sheng’s hand, and saliva secreted uncontrollably...

He was truly too hungry; he hadn't eaten a proper meal for days, and coupled with the torment of illness, he was weak to the extreme... The aroma of this cake directly triggered the deepest desire in his heart, and his stomach let out a growling sound.

He forced himself to look away, took a deep breath... and then turned and walked into the storage room.

A moment later,

he returned to the mother and son with a pack of pills.

"Take these. The dosage and usage are the same as before," Dr. Jia said calmly.

Little Sheng was overjoyed. "Thank you, Dr. Jia! This cake..."

"Take it away."

Dr. Jia’s hand pressed directly onto the cake being offered, pushing it back into Little Sheng’s arms.

"I don't want your lousy cake... Don't you have a small golden gourd on your wrist? Leave that behind."

Little Sheng was stunned and spoke cautiously, "Dr. Jia, this is fake gold... My mom bought it from a swindler a while ago."

"Less talk."

Dr. Jia snatched the golden gourd away, as if he couldn't be bothered to look at him anymore, and waved his hand. "Go, go. Your mom has caught a chill, causing her symptoms to flare up... Go back and keep her warm, you hear?"

"Mm..."

"Eat that cake of yours soon... You’re at the age where you’re growing, eat more so you can take care of your mom in the future, you hear?"

"Okay... Goodbye, Dr. Jia."

After Little Sheng bowed to Dr. Jia, he carried his mother on his back again, opened his umbrella, and hurried home.

The sound of the torrential rain filled the moisture-laden world. After Dr. Jia watched them leave, he slowly closed his eyes and let out a helpless, long sigh...

Just then,

a clamor came from the heavy rain:

"The Cangyun Lord has ordered!! Immediately conscript all able-bodied young adults in the Cangyun Domain to head to the Lingxu Domain!! Rebuild the Akashic Tower!!!"