Rebirth: A Life Without Regrets

  But at this moment, he couldn't care about that anymore. He couldn't just watch as his grandfather was taken away by the ghostly messenger. In front of his mother and many outsiders, he didn't dare say anything else, but instead turned his head to glare furiously at the shadow.

  Looking at the icy cold anger staring at himself, that shadow initially didn't care, but soon fear and disbelief appeared on his face, not daring to meet the icy cold gaze, even raising his hand to try to block out the burning eyes, but it seemed useless. His complexion became more and more painful, his body began to twist and tremble, as if being burned by a great fire, and soon disappeared from sight.

  As the shadow disappeared, Grandfather's breathing seemed to stabilize, and Leng Bing took a long sigh of relief. At this moment, he felt a scorching heat between his eyebrows, as if burned by a fire, and his head felt heavy, dizzy, and his body seemed to have been drained of all energy, without any strength, his eyes could no longer open, feeling extremely tired, soon shrinking into his mother Li Yu Fen's arms, falling fast asleep.

  In the dream, it was as if I saw countless lonely souls and wild ghosts floating around me. In the bushes, pairs of blood-red eyes stared at me. For a moment, it seemed like my body was engulfed in raging flames, with the scorching pain piercing through my heart...

  When he came to again and opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was his parents, Leng Yunqiao and Li Huafen, looking worried and anxious.

  Seeing him wake up, Li Yu Fen's red eyes couldn't help but sob again, hugging Leng Bing Xue tightly and asking anxiously: "Xiao Han, you're finally awake, Mom was scared to death! How are you? Is there anywhere uncomfortable?"

  "Never mind that, after sleeping for two days, Xiao Han must be hungry, let's eat first!" Leng Yunying brought over a bowl, with a stubble on his chin, and didn't even bother to tidy up, looking very disheveled. His eyes were also filled with bloodshot, obviously not having gotten good rest.

  Upon hearing Leng Yun's words, Li Xuanfen wiped away her tears. "I was really flustered, Xiao Han must be hungry. Mom has cooked chicken soup for Xiao Han, it smells so good and will make him feel better after eating."

  Upon hearing this, Leng Bing Han suddenly felt his stomach growling with hunger. He rubbed his head and thought to himself, "Could it be that I really slept for two days? How is this possible?"

  He took a sip of the chicken soup his mother had brought to his lips, and suddenly remembered something, asking in shock: "Grandpa, how's Grandpa?"

  Leng Yun and Li Yuafen exchanged a glance, both feeling infinitely relieved in their hearts. This son was indeed sensible and filial, not only heartbroken to the point of collapse when his grandfather was on his deathbed, but also fell into a coma for two days, with a high fever all over his body, to the point where even the doctor couldn't do anything, and could only repeatedly administer antipyretics and use alcohol wipes to cool him down. As soon as he woke up, the first thing he asked was how his grandfather was doing. If it were another child, they might not even have realized that their parents had passed away, and would still be playing in the mud, unaware of the impending doom.

  Li Yu Fen gently stroked the cold head, full of warmth and said: "Xiao Han is so well-behaved, knowing how to care for people at such a young age. Don't worry, Grandpa is fine now, although his body is still not good, but he's lucky to have made it through, and even ate something, now he's been sent to the hospital, everyone says this is simply a miracle."

  Hearing that Grandpa is temporarily fine, the stone hanging in his heart finally fell to the ground. He was eating the food fed by his mother with big mouthfuls, while thinking about the whole thing, and his mind was a mess.

  It's really unbelievable, he thought he was dreaming, but hearing his parents say that what happened was real? Did I really see the ghost catcher from the underworld and chase him away? He simply didn't dare to believe it, even if he was reborn, he felt that he had a good relationship with Yanluo Wang and Bai Wuchang, but the ghost catcher wouldn't be afraid of him to the point where he wouldn't even do his job?

  This time, it blocked the ghostly messenger from taking Grandpa's soul, temporarily saving Grandpa's life. What kind of consequences will this destruction of the cycle of birth and death bring? How will the underworld respond? Will they send someone again?

  ……

  The more he thought about it, the more chaotic his mind became, like a thousand threads tangled together in a mess that couldn't be sorted out. As he indulged in wild thoughts, his forehead began to burn with heat, as if scorched by fire, and his head started to ache, wave after wave, as if it were about to split open, the pain was so intense that he couldn't help but let out a low moan.

  "What's wrong, what's wrong?" Li Yuanfen hastily put down the bowl and towel in her hand, anxiously asking while feeding Ling Bing and wiping away the rice grains and soup from the corner of his mouth.

  "It's nothing, just a headache. Don't worry about it." Liang Bing was forcing himself to appear calm and collected, not wanting his parents to worry anymore.

  Leng Yun hurried over and put her hand on Leng Bing Han's forehead, "Hmm, it feels a bit hot, I'll go ask the doctor to come take a look!"

  "It's no use, just rest and it'll be fine." Leng Bing hurriedly stopped his father. He himself didn't understand the situation, but he was very clear that even if a good doctor came, they would be powerless to do anything, let alone the doctors at Central Hospital. Don't waste any more money.

  However, he clearly underestimated the position of children in their parents' minds. Compared to money, parents care more about their children, and even if they spend some money to buy peace of mind, they are willing to do so.

  Under the personal summons of the local deputy head, the director of the central hospital immediately brought doctors and nurses to measure body temperature, take pulse... After a stir, the conclusion was that it was a cold, fever, and low-grade fever. Despite the persistence of the cold, icy chill, an injection was given, and several medicines were prescribed before it was over.

  Lying in his mother's arms, rubbing the butt that had just been injected, he couldn't help but lament: What have I done to offend anyone?

  After eating and drinking enough, I fell asleep in a daze, and only then did my body feel much better. Although my head was still dizzy, my forehead was still scorching hot, and my body was weak, but compared to the original state of being weak all over, having a splitting headache, and feeling like the sky was spinning, this was already a huge improvement.

  His father, Cold Cloud, looked at him and saw that he had almost recovered and was no longer in danger, so he finally put his mind at ease and went to work. For the past few days, due to worrying about his slightly improved but still bedridden elderly father, as well as his suddenly ill child, he didn't dare leave his wife alone to take care of everything, so he took several days off from work, leaving a huge pile of tasks behind. Now that things have finally settled down, he can put half his mind at ease and go back to work. Every task is important and cannot be delayed any further.

  His cold and gloomy mood improved a bit, so he begged his mom to take him to visit his grandfather who had been sent to the hospital. Although he was already fully capable of independent action, which parent would dare to let a child under three years old run around by themselves? Except at home, generally going out still requires an adult to follow along.

  At that time, Grandpa's vital signs were barely visible, and everyone thought he was going to pass away, so they didn't notify the doctor. However, later on, there was a miraculous turn for the better, and the neighbors and relatives rushed him to the hospital, where he received specialized medical care. Since Leng Bing also fell ill, Li Yuanfen couldn't leave, so Grandma Zhou Wenjing took charge of things at the hospital.

  After all, he was pulled back from the brink of death, and Grandpa looked very thin and haggard lying in bed, his originally somewhat sunken face now looking completely skeletal. His mind wasn't very clear, and most of the time he was dazed, occasionally waking up, his eyes very cloudy, speaking with great difficulty, disjointedly, making it hard for people to hear clearly. The situation was sometimes good, sometimes bad, and the doctor was also at a loss, could only try his best to hold on, one day at a time.

  Leng Bing Han had been guarding Grandpa's bedside for several hours, but he still couldn't wait for Grandpa to wake up, and could only return home dejectedly.

  No matter in the hospital or on the street, the neighbors' cold and icy expressions are somewhat strange.

  The strange behavior of Leng Bingxing on the day of his grandfather's passing had already spread like wildfire throughout the streets and alleys. Some people thought it was just a joke to be laughed at after dinner; some wondered if this little genius had contracted a mental illness, and were deeply regretful in their hearts; others claimed that the child from the Leng family was a heavenly star descended to earth, born with clouds and mist, driving away thunder and rain, and now, at such a young age, knew everything about heaven and earth, could distinguish between good and evil, and therefore had the power to drive away the soul-summoning messenger of the underworld and save his grandfather's life...and so on.

  At that time, many elderly people in rural areas were very superstitious, and such remarks were recognized by many people. One told ten, ten told a hundred, many people had heard of this remark, and some people nodded in agreement when they heard it.

  "You don't know, I saw it with my own eyes. Lao Ye was clearly dead, but after Xiao Han's commotion, he actually came back to life! You tell me, if Xiao Han wasn't a celestial being sent down from the heavens, who else could have done this?"

  "Oh, I see! So that's why this little Cold is so extraordinary. From the moment she was born, she was different from others, looking pretty and being well-behaved and sensible. It turns out she's a star who has descended to the mortal world, no wonder!"

  That one also said: "Who doesn't know that I, Wang Lao San, have eyes like a net, and can tell people's characters most accurately? From the moment he was born, I knew that Xiao Han was not an ordinary person, and later on, he will definitely have great achievements! Otherwise, why would I let my third son play with him? Isn't it just to let my third son bask in his glory?"

  "Really? Then I'll send my mischievous little dog over too, and let him play with Leng Jia Xiao Han."

  ……

  There were all sorts of rumors, but Leng Bingxue was ill at home and didn't know about them. Leng Yunyi and Li Xianfen had heard a lot, but they were busy taking care of Old Master Leng on one hand and looking after Leng Bingxue on the other, where did they have time to bother with these things?

  After sending Leng Bingxian back home, Li Yuanfen hastily cooked and sent the meal to the hospital for her parents-in-law.

  A lone figure sat on the bed, staring blankly at the peach tree in the courtyard outside the window. His mind was a jumbled mess, and he felt miserable. He wanted to save his grandfather, to let him live a long and healthy life, to enjoy many more years of happiness. But now? All he could do was watch as his elderly grandfather suffered on his sickbed, dragging down the whole family with him. This wasn't what he had intended at all. The more he thought about it, the more suffocating his heart felt, the heavier the weight bore down on him.

  At this moment, a white figure suddenly appeared in front of Leng Bing's icy eyes. This sudden and strange change made him almost roll off the bed in fright.

  Taking a closer look, that chubby, round face with a silly smile was none other than Bai Wuchang, the White Impermanence from the underworld.

  Bai Wuchang saw the cold and icy expression, and his originally smiling face couldn't help but laugh even more, haha laughing: "Brother, you're not welcoming me at all, look at you like this, where's the guts you had when you were causing trouble in the underworld and extorting Yama?"

  Li Qing's face turned pale as she patted her chest, glared at him fiercely and complained: "You shouldn't scare people like that, I'm a young child, the flower of the motherland, the future pillar of the country. If you scare me to death, you won't be able to afford it! Next time if you scare me again and make me pee my pants, just wait and see me go find King Yanluo to settle the score."

  "Don't be like that!" As soon as Bai Wuchang heard this, his face, which was originally full of smiles, immediately turned into a frown, the speed of which was so fast that Leng Bingxue couldn't help but suspect that maybe Bai Wuchang invented the art of changing one's expression.

  Although I don't understand why Yanluo Wang is treating Ling Binghan so well, not only did he use the rare and precious Xuan You Frost, but also paired it with the Ming Yu Qingzi and the original blood of the Sheng Jun that he had been craving for. There must be some unknown reason behind this. Afterwards, Yanluo Wang didn't get angry or flustered, instead he let out a sigh of relief, looking quite pleased. Doesn't this explain everything? Although I know Ling Binghan was just joking earlier, my heart still skipped a beat. The person in front of me is not simple, if something unexpected happens, I don't dare to imagine what would happen. Other things are not important, the key is that no matter what, we must try our best to get along with him.

  So Bai Wuchang cooperated, crying and putting on a sad face, saying: "My little ancestor, you must not make fun of me, old Bai. If God knows about it, he won't skin me alive?"

  After a performance, both of them laughed happily. Bing Qing was delighted to have met an old friend in a foreign land. Originally, in the underworld's underground prison, he had a good impression of himself, and the two got along well. Now that they've met again, he must be very happy, and his previously gloomy mood has lifted somewhat. As for what Bai Wuchang is happy about, that's unknown.

  After exchanging a few pleasantries, Han Bing coldly and calmly asked: "I don't know why White Da Ge has come to Yang Jian to find me this time?" He knew that Bai Wu Chang was always busy, and normally wouldn't enter the Three Treasure Hall without a reason. This time he must have come because of that matter last time. It just so happened that the whole thing was full of mysteries, and he also wanted to understand the reasons behind it, and see how the underworld's government would handle the whole thing.

  As expected, upon hearing the cold and icy question, Bai Wuchang's face turned gloomy, and he lamented, "Alas, it's still because of your meddling." However, in his heart, he felt a surge of secret delight. If not for Cold Ice Han starting the conversation, he really hadn't thought of how to bring it up, fearing that if he didn't grasp the right tone, he would ruin the friendship he had painstakingly built with Cold Ice Han.