Sister, look at him!

Chapter 242: The tycoon Jin in the urban supernatural novel 16

Although Wanqi Yanran was guilty, her crime was not serious enough to deserve death.

There were still people in charge of the underground, so it was not He Qingwan's turn to comment on how Wanqi Yanran dealt with her. In the end, when the result of the treatment came out, He Qingwan was already in the foggy city, shopping in luxury stores with her little sister who was studying abroad.

He Qingwan sat in the VIP room, looking at the merchandise of this luxury store on her iPad while drinking black tea at just the right temperature.

"I'm going to touch up my makeup, dear." The bright and beautiful lady with golden curly hair kissed He Qingwan on the cheek, then picked up her bag and went to the bathroom.

He Qingwan was the only one left in the VIP room at this moment.

"Come out."

The words fell softly to the ground and were carefully picked up by a black shadow. The Grim Reaper in a black robe and holding a scythe floated clumsily towards He Qingwan.

The God of Death brought Xuan Cang's words, which were about Wanqi Yanran's fate.

After hearing about Wanqi Yanran's end, even He Qingwan was stunned. She was thrown into the hell of endless suffering, day and night, until her sins were completely burned out by the raging fire.

"It would have been better to chop her to pieces right then."

He Qingwan muttered to himself.

Glancing at the Grim Reaper who was constantly stealing glances at her cookies, He Qingwan simply pushed the plate over to him, "This is a thank you gift for helping me pass on the message."

The Grim Reaper was a little surprised, but still happily stretched out his white skeleton hands and grabbed a handful of cookies.

"Take all the plates with you." He Qingwan frowned. She didn't want her little sisters to eat something contaminated with evil spirits.

The Grim Reaper was even happier and picked up the plate directly, "Thank you."

It said thank you in Chinese in a stiff voice.

"I'm curious." Whenever He Qingwan became curious, even the little animals that couldn't understand human language would stop and listen to her. "How do you Eastern and Western Death Gods communicate with each other?"

The Grim Reaper tilted his skull and continued to communicate with He Qingwan in stiff Chinese, "We have a common language. I'm learning Chinese now. There are many Chinese people who come here to travel and hand over work, so it's convenient."

He Qingwan wanted to laugh but felt that laughing might undermine its self-confidence, so she smiled and said, "Your Chinese is really good. Even I, a Chinese person, think so."

The white skeleton of the Grim Reaper turned pink, and the surrounding black energy also had a tendency to turn into small red flowers. "Thank you."

"Click." The door opened and the tall and plump little sister came back.

Looking at the room which was no different from when she left, the younger sister couldn't help but feel confused. She had clearly heard He Qingwan talking to someone just now.

"You're back. My sister said that our spending today should be charged to her account." He Qingwan showed just the right smile.

It turns out he was on the phone.

……

When they were visiting the 21st city abroad, He Qingwan received a call from home.

"Ms. He! Save my master! Please, save my master!!"

Wu Bu Tong's voice was so sharp and piercing that He Qingwan couldn't help rubbing his ears even through the phone.

"What happened?" He Qingwan asked patiently for Wu Tong's sake.

"Child, Miss He, it's a child..."

From Wu Bu Tong's confusing words, He Qingwan finally figured out the whole story.

After Wu Tong completely turned into a human, he and Wu Bu Tong got married. They traveled around the motherland together. Every time they arrived at a place, they would take a set of wedding photos on the spot. It was both a trip and a honeymoon.

After posting the video online, the two of them became a little famous and became internet celebrities. The two of them, who originally only lived off the interest on their savings, now had a decent job.

Surprisingly, the two soon had a child. So far, the story has been perfect, but there are always so many imperfections in the world.

Wu Tong had a difficult birth, lost her baby, and her body collapsed. She had completely transformed into a human being, and naturally became as fragile as a human being.

He Qingwan counted with her fingers, her long eyelashes drooping to hide the emotions in her eyes, "Wu Bu Tong, Wu Tong's life is over, prepare for her funeral."

The person on the other end of the phone suddenly fell silent. After a long while, a voice that was trying hard to suppress crying rang out, "Is there no other way?"

He Qingwan shook his head at first, then realized that he was on the phone and Wu Bu Tong couldn't see it, so he said, "The sky cannot be reversed."

"...I understand. Sorry to bother you, Ms. Tsuru."

He Qingwan hung up the phone. She looked at Wu Tong's inner elixir in her hand, and her thoughts went back to the day when Wu Tong became a human.

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"I didn't say that when we were outside just now." He Qingwan played with a jade hairpin, "If you turn from a demon into a human, there is no afterlife."

Wu Tong's expression did not change, he just nodded firmly, "Not for the next life, just for this life."

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"Not seeking afterlife, just for this life?" He Qingwan couldn't understand. Does love really have such a great magic power?

……

Los Angeles.

He Qing returned home late to attend Wu Tong's funeral. To her surprise, Xuan Cang also came.

It rained heavily that day. Xuan Cang stood beside He Qingwan, holding an oil-paper umbrella in his big, bony hands. Raindrops passed through his body and hit the ground, soaking the land.

"Xuan Cang, what is love?" He Qingwan turned his head to look at Xuan Cang.

Xuan Cang remained silent for a long time, so long that He Qingwan felt her neck was sore, then Xuan Cang spoke, "Love is mutual affection, but love is more about fulfillment."

After getting the answer, He Qingwan turned his head back and looked at Wu Bu Tong who was standing in front of Wu Tong's tombstone in the distance and crying, muttering, "I only know that love doesn't shed tears."

Dad has never made Mom cry, and Grandpa has never made Grandma sad, so love doesn’t mean shedding tears.

……

The rain had stopped when they left the cemetery. He Qingwan walked slowly along the path. She walked very slowly, but her feet still hurt in her high heels.

He Qingwan walked into the small park nearby and sat on a bench, covering his chest with his hands. It was strange that the pain in his feet spread to his heart.

She took out Wu Tong's inner elixir again and looked at it. As she looked at it, a tear fell.

"The dark sky hangs low, with bright stars following. Insects fly, insects fly, who are you missing?"

A childish voice came over, and at the same time a rainbow-colored lollipop was handed to him.

He Qingwan raised her head blankly, tears flashing in her eyes blocking her vision. She only saw a little girl in orange and yellow overalls standing in front of her.

"Don't cry, pretty sister. Xiaoxiao will sing for you and give you candy. Please stop crying, okay?"

The crisp and sweet child's voice pierced the haze in He Qingwan's heart. She blinked and tears fell. She also saw the little girl in front of her clearly. She was about six or seven years old, fair and tender, with a small canine tooth when she smiled.

"Thank you, Xiaoxiao." He Qingwan took the candy Xiaoxiao gave her, "Sister, don't cry anymore."

"Sister, eat the candy quickly. Eating the sweet candy will make you feel sweet!" Xiaoxiao smiled sweetly, and her eyes were curved like crescent moons.

He Qingwan couldn't help but smile and unwrapped the candy wrapper, but when he smelled the candy, his smile became a little colder. He released his mental power to feel it again, and the coldness became even stronger.

"Xiaoxiao, guess, can the two uncles and one aunt who are hiding knock my sister down?"