"Mom, this is Younger brother's medicine. If Younger brother takes it, he won't die..."
A ragged little girl, leaning on a wooden stick, carefully fumbled her way forward, entering a dark and damp small room.
Her eyes were big and beautiful, yet devoid of any spirit. Staring fixedly in one direction, she extended the arm full of needle marks and handed over the medicine bag.
Inside the room, a gaunt young woman held a dying little boy.
"If it doesn't work, Yu'er can still... can still go... sell blood..."
The little girl spoke weakly, her tender face turning deathly pale. Her smooth forehead was covered in sweat beads. Before she could finish speaking, she fell headfirst to the ground.
"Yu'er!"
The woman cried out heartbreakingly, her hands trembling as she dialed a number she had dialed countless times before, over and over again.
But the result was still the cold prompt "Not in service area".
The woman completely broke down, hugging her Daughter tightly and wailing loudly: "Yang Jiutian, if you're still alive, I beg you to come back quickly and save our children!"
...
At the same time, in the remote polar region of Beijing, Yang Jiutian sat inside a purple-gold sedan chair, holding a yellowed Family photo.
In the photo, his wife leaned her head on his shoulder, holding a Daughter who had just turned one year old in her arms. The Family was happy and harmonious.
Nine men dressed in various ways carried the sedan chair on their shoulders, walking against the wind and snow. Three hundred thousand soldiers in unified battle uniforms followed closely behind.
The sedan chair was carried for ten miles and stopped below the Emperor Conferral Platform.
The surroundings were already filled with top dignitaries from all over the world: War Gods with immense power, wealthy businessmen with vast fortunes, masters of Divine Doctor families who healed the world, and also leaders of foreign top forces who wielded their own armies.
At this moment, all of them gazed at Yang Jiutian as he stepped down from the sedan chair, climbed the steps one by one, all the way to the peak of the Emperor Conferral Platform.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, everyone knelt on one knee, their movements perfectly synchronized.
"Beijing War Zone, Tian Wang Xiang Zhan, along with the nine Great War Gods and three hundred thousand soldiers, respectfully congratulate our esteemed teacher on ascending the throne!"
"Foreign Dragon Hall, Hall Master Di Long, respectfully congratulate our esteemed teacher on ascending the throne!"
"Divine Doctor Sect, Sect Master Li Changsheng, respectfully congratulate our esteemed teacher on ascending the throne!"
...
The nine people who carried the sedan chair were all masters of their own forces, and at this moment, they called the young man on the platform their esteemed teacher!
"Congratulations, Emperor!"
"Congratulations, Royal One!"
...
The majestic shouts, like wave after wave, shook the heavens and the earth.
Yang Jiutian swept his gaze across the platform and said self-mockingly, "Today is my Emperor Conferral Ceremony, but without your company, what does it matter even if I rule the world?"
He was originally the heir of the Yang Family, a top wealthy Family in Jiang City. But five years ago, during his Daughter's first birthday banquet, a mysterious force suddenly descended upon the Yang Family, and the entire Yang Family was annihilated.
If not for the Family Experts protecting him with their lives, he would not have had the chance to escape alive.
"Beep!"
Just then, a familiar notification sound suddenly came from his long-unused phone.
"Yang Jiutian, if you're still alive, I beg you to come back quickly and save our Daughter! Her corneas were taken, she's selling blood to survive, she's about to die!"
Seeing the message content, Yang Jiutian was completely stunned: "This... This is Chen Yi? She... She's still alive? My Daughter, is she also still alive?"
He called back, but it went unanswered.
"My child!"
A mournful roar came from deep within Yang Jiutian's throat.
"Boom!"
With a loud bang, the Emperor Conferral Platform under his feet, poured with reinforced concrete, suddenly cracked and collapsed.
The group of dignitaries below the Emperor Conferral Platform were now trembling with fear: "What on earth happened? How could the Royal One be so grief-stricken and enraged!"
By the time they recovered, Yang Jiutian was already gone. A fighter jet roared overhead.
"Nine Great War Gods of the War Zone, heed my command! Immediately mobilize troops and dispatch generals to support our esteemed teacher!"
"Twelve Generals of the Dragon Hall, heed my command! Immediately return to the country to support our esteemed teacher!"
"Five Great Families of the Divine Doctor Sect, heed my command! Immediately summon the top Divine Doctors within the sect to support our esteemed teacher!"
...
For a time, all the top dignitaries successively ordered the summoning of personnel to go and support Yang Jiutian.
Several more fighter jets took off, instantly disappearing into the sky above the extreme region.
"Faster, faster! Go even faster for me!"
Inside the fighter jet's cockpit, Yang Jiutian roared as he pushed the throttle lever to the bottom. The fighter jet's engine roared furiously.
Over the years, he had always thought that his wife and Daughter had died in that Family annihilation tragedy, completely unaware that they were still alive in the world.
"Xiao Yi, Yu'er, wait for me!"
He didn't dare to think about what these two women he loved most had gone through in the past five years.
Even more, he didn't dare to think that his own Daughter had her corneas taken away, and even ended up selling blood.
Now, she was only six years old!
Just as Yang Jiutian was rushing back frantically, in a rented room in a shantytown in Jiang City.
"Mom, don't cry. Yu'er... Yu'er is just a little sleepy. Mom, don't worry."
The Daughter held in Chen Yi's arms seemed to hear her Mom's call. She opened her eyes, her face extremely pale, and extended her arm full of needle marks, fumbling to wipe away her Mom's tears.
"Yu'er, Mom is sorry for you!"
Chen Yi immediately choked up with sobs. Her Daughter's sensibility broke her heart.
"Clang clang clang!"
Suddenly, a rapid knocking sound rang out. The sound was very loud, clearly the kind made by pounding with fists.
Yu'er, curled up in Chen Yi's arms, couldn't help but shiver. There was a hint of fear on her pale face.
"Mom is here, Yu'er isn't afraid!"
Chen Yi hugged her Daughter tightly, looked towards the door, and asked nervously, "Who is it?"
"Bang!"
The next second, the door was directly knocked open, and two burly men rushed in without a word.
"Who are you people?"
Chen Yi was extremely frightened, but still spread her arms, shielding the two children behind her: "You are trespassing! Leave quickly, or I'll call the police!"
The hand holding the phone trembled incessantly.
"If you want your children to live, shut your mouth!"
The big man sneered, "What Da Pan wants to do, calling the police is useless!"
The other big man had already snatched the unconscious little boy.
"Who on earth are you? Let go of my children!" Chen Yi cried out heartbreakingly.
"Uncle, please let go of my Younger brother! He's very sick, please!" Yu'er pleaded weakly, kneeling on the ground.
Sensible children always make people feel heartbroken, but unfortunately, Da Pan's sinister gaze was like a knife: "Take them away!"
Watching the two children being taken away, Chen Yi let out a heart-wrenching scream and charged towards Da Pan: "Bastard, I'll fight you to the death!"
"Get lost!"
Da Pan kicked Chen Yi flying.
"A husband's debt is paid by his wife. Blame your husband who is dead but still burdens you. The debt he owes must be repaid by you!"
"Before tonight, transfer ten million to this account, otherwise you will never see your children again."
Da Pan threw down a bank account number and turned to leave.
"Yang Jiutian, where on earth are you? I really can't bear it anymore..."
Chen Yi burst into tears, her mind filled with Yang Jiutian's image.
Missing him, hating him, where was this man? Was he alive or dead?
In despair, Chen Yi suddenly thought of something. She quickly dialed a number and said in utter desperation, "As long as you are willing to save my children, I will agree to marry you!"
Suburbs, an abandoned factory.
In the corner of a dark and damp room, two thin figures huddled together.
"Woof woof woof..."
Inside the room, a snarling vicious dog was also tied up, barking fiercely at them.
"Sister, I'm scared!"
Younger brother whispered softly. His small face was full of fear, and his stomach was rumbling.
"Younger brother, don't be afraid. How about Sister performs a magic trick for you? Look, what is this?"
Yu'er put her hand behind her back, and when she extended it again, she was holding half a piece of moldy steamed bun.
"Wow! Steamed bun! Sister, you're amazing!"
Younger brother was overjoyed. He took the steamed bun and was about to take a bite, but then looked at the weak Yu'er and said, "Sister, you eat. Younger brother isn't hungry!"
Yu'er stroked Younger brother's little head and said with heartache, "Sister has already eaten half. This half is for you. Eat quickly!"
Only then did Younger brother gobble it down. The moldy steamed bun felt like a delicacy on earth to Younger brother.
Yu'er secretly swallowed her saliva. She hadn't eaten for a long time. The only half piece of steamed bun was something she picked up from the trash can.
After eating the steamed bun, Younger brother nestled in Sister's arms and suddenly asked, "Sister, do we not have a Dad?"
"Who said that?"
"The landlady auntie, she said we are wild children without a Dad!"
"That's not true! Dad will be like a Superman, defeating the bad guys outside and protecting us. When Dad comes, our Family will be reunited."
Tears welled up in Yu'er's big eyes. There was anticipation, disappointment, and fear, but in front of Younger brother, she had to pretend to be calm. The small her had shouldered too much.
"Really? Sister, is Dad really Superman?" Younger brother's small face was full of excitement.
Just then, with a "creak," Da Pan walked in.
He had clearly heard the siblings' conversation and said with a laugh, "Superman? Your Dad has already been fed to the dogs by me, hahahaha..."
Younger brother immediately burst into tears: "No way! I don't believe what the big bad guy says. My Dad is Superman, he will definitely rescue us!"
Da Pan had a sinister smile on his face: "Dare to call me a bad guy? Then I'll feed you to the dogs too!"
As his words fell, he actually untied the rope holding the vicious dog.
"Woof woof woof..."
The vicious dog barked wildly and pounced.
"Wah..."
The two children screamed in fright. Yu'er tightly shielded Younger brother in her arms, crying out, "Ah... it hurts, Dad, Mom, come quickly and save us..."
The vicious dog's bloody maw bit fiercely into Yu'er's body. Yu'er didn't dodge at all, allowing herself to be bitten, afraid that if she dodged, the vicious dog would pounce on Younger brother.
There was no longer a single piece of intact skin on her body. Her already tattered clothes were soaked with dazzling fresh blood. Her breath was faint, yet she still desperately protected Younger brother. The Younger brother in her arms had long since fainted from fright.
"Hahahahaha..."
This cruel scene, however, excited Da Pan greatly.
The vicious dog was still biting, but Yu'er had long since lost consciousness from the pain, her expression dazed: "Mom, I'm... I'm sorry, Yu'er can't... can't protect Younger brother anymore..."
"Mom... Yu'er knows that Dad is actually dead. You didn't want to disappoint Yu'er and Younger brother, that's why you didn't tell us."
"Mom, after Yu'er dies, will she be able to see Dad?"
Yu'er's breath grew weaker and weaker. She suddenly extended an arm towards the empty space, her hollow eyes looking as if she saw something: "Dad, is... is that you?"
"Bang!"
Just at this critical moment, with a loud bang, the room door was knocked flying, and a young man in a battle uniform rushed in.
"Yu'er! Yu'er! My Yu'er!"
When he saw the bloody scene before his eyes, he was struck as if by lightning, and tears flowed uncontrollably.