When Zhang Fan thought about the vegetable noodles his mother mentioned, his mouth watered. By habit, he raised his hand to hold his mother’s hand.

“Mom, I want to eat green vegetable noodles. I don’t want carrot ones. Carrot ones taste bad.”

But his hand passed through his mother’s hand and didn’t manage to hold anything; it was as if he only tried holding a ball of air.

Hey, what’s going on??

His head was full of question marks, and he couldn’t help but clench his hands into fists and once again put them into his mother’s big hands, hoping that he could catch her.

But his hand didn’t feel like flesh, more like an illusory shadow as it passed through his mother’s hand.

After repeating this several times, he withdrew his hand and stared blankly at his palm.

At this time, the woman saw that her son would never wake up again, and she fell powerlessly beside the bed, tears rolling down her face like water, and her voice was extremely hoarse.

“It’s Mommy’s fault for not protecting you. It’s all Mommy’s fault.

“If we hadn’t taken that road, we would have been having dinner at home right now. After dinner, you would have said you wanted to go to bed early. If you go to kindergarten early tomorrow, the teacher would praise you and give you a red flower sticker.

“Now the doctor has pulled it off. Can I put another one on you?”

The woman stood up and took out a small red flower sticker from her pocket. With trembling hands, she tore off a small red flower and stuck it on the forehead of her son who was no longer breathing. Her movements were gentle and delicate.

The little red flower sticker had six petals, was bright red and very beautiful. It was her son’s favorite prize in kindergarten.

This time when the family went out to play, he asked his mother to stick a small red flower on his forehead. Whenever he met anyone on the street, he would smile and tilt his head up, hoping that others would see the reward he received.

The pale face of the little body on the bed had a touch of bright red, but he would no longer proudly let others see the sticker on his forehead.

“Mom… I’m here, who are you looking at?”

The little boy stood there in a daze, following his mother’s gaze to look at the person on the bed.

His face was small and delicate, and he was wearing a respirator, which covered most of his face, making it difficult to see his features. Because his breathing had stopped, the white mist on the mask gradually dissipated, revealing a familiar face.

This boy… how come he looks exactly like the boy I see in the mirror every day?

He had no brothers who could look so much like him.

In a flash, he suddenly realized that this person seemed to be himself.

The little boy trembled all over for a long time. Then he moved towards his mother, the chains jiggling in protest, and raised his hands.

Seeing that he was about to harm a living person, An Rugu willed the soul-locking chain to move according to her thoughts and pulled him back.

The little boy’s hands slipped away from his mother as soon as he touched her. He only had time to hug her vaguely before he was dragged backwards and forced to separate from her.

… … translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

[She thought that he was going to hurt his mother, but looking at his actions, it looked like he just wanted to hug her. Wow, tears started flowing down my face.]

[This script is a bit cruel, host, at least let them hug for a while longer.]

[As I get older, I can no longer bear to see separations and deaths, and the scripts are no good.]

An Rugu looked at the little boy in front of her who was staring at his mother and said, “The living can’t be in contact with the dead for too long. You touched her a few times. Your mother already has a lot of yin qi attached to her. If you touch her again, she will probably be plagued by bad luck.”

She pointed out the fact that the other person was dead, then took out her soul-summoning banner and placed her hands lightly on the handle.

Everyone could see that he was deeply obsessed with his mother, and a strong obsession was a demon.

The moment the other party went crazy, she would immediately activate the soul-summoning flag and suck him in.

This was the method recorded in the Yin Envoy Rulebook.

The little boy didn’t move for a long time. After staring at his mother for a long time, he turned his head. The light in his eyes gradually disappeared, and his bright eyes became dim.

“Older Sister, I understand. Let’s go.”

Seeing that he accepted it so frankly without crying or making a fuss, An Rugu was a little surprised. “Do you know what death is?”

He was only five years old this year and has just started kindergarten. He may not even know how to write the word ‘death’.

He nodded, “I know, I am going to live in another place like grandpa.”

“Your grandpa passed away?”

The little boy reminisced for a while, trying hard not to let his tears fall. “My mother told me before that she had no father, and I had no grandfather either. The dead go to live in another city, and my grandfather is there now.”

He had only a vague understanding of death and thought that his grandfather had gone to live in another city like his parents did on occasional business trips.

Since this older sister said that his touch would be bad for his mother, then he has to go on a business trip.

Seeing that he accepted it so quickly, An Rugu relaxed a little and said softly, “Will you miss your mother?”

“How long will it take for Mom to come see us?”

An Rugu calculated on her fingers. “Probably a few decades.”

“That’s too long.” The little boy was dejected and pouted. “When Mommy was at work, I thought about her all the time. I’m so tired. I don’t want to think about her anymore. I want to go find Grandpa.”

Although he said that, his eyes drifted towards his mother, and it was obvious that he was just sulking.

“Everyone will die one day, and you two will meet again.”

I Livestream Divination to the World translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

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Chapter 72.1 — Their Date At The Ferris Wheel
Chapter 72.2 — Their Date At The Ferris Wheel
Chapter 72.3 — Their Date At The Ferris Wheel
Chapter 72.4 — Their Date At The Ferris Wheel
Chapter 72.5 — Their Date At The Ferris Wheel
Chapter 72.6 — Their Date At The Ferris Wheel