The little cousin of the group is actually a genius in cultivating immortals

day after day.

Mr. Zhao was lying on the hospital bed. He was conscious at the beginning, but later he slept for more than ten hours a day and was rarely awake. After several rescues and treatments, Zhao Wenbin and Zhao Wenting decided to take him back to the old house and use secret treatment. Until one day, he fell into a deep coma and never woke up again. Only the electrocardiogram monitor was still beeping regularly, proving that he was still alive.

"What? You said Grandpa is awake?"

When Zhao Wenting heard the news, he was also shocked!

He hurried back to the old house and saw the ruddy-faced old man sitting on the hospital bed and smiling.

"Wenting, I've been thinking a lot during this period. You and Wenbin have grown up now. I can't control what you do in the future, but...promise me...the Supernatural Bureau is our family's century-old foundation, and it must not fall into the hands of others. No one has to bear more than our Zhao family."

Zhao Wenting bent over, listened carefully, reached out to tuck the corner of the quilt, and nodded in agreement, "Okay, Grandpa, I understand."

"Wenbin..."

It seemed like it had always been like this. If something important happened, the old man would always tell Zhao Wenting first, and then Zhao Wenbin.

Zhao Wenbin, who had been standing silently aside, walked forward.

"Wen Ting is your younger brother, you... you shouldn't blame him, you are his elder brother, you should help him... help him run the Superpower Bureau..."

The old man now felt that it was difficult to speak, even though the doctor next to him repeatedly told him to speak less, but the old man seemed to be aware of his current physical condition and explained it clearly. Then came the housekeeper Ding of the old house and the managers of other branches of the Supernatural Bureau. He seemed to be taking care of everything as if he was taking care of his funeral.

Finally, the number of people standing in the room gradually dwindled, until only Zhao Wenting and his brother and the attending physician were left. The old man slowly moved his cloudy eyes, looked at the room, then looked at his two grandsons, and finally slowly closed his eyes.

"drop--!"

"drop--!"

The electrocardiogram monitor issued a sharp alarm, and the lines displayed on the instrument were already intermittent. Zhao Wenting stood there, his face pale, his lips opened but no sound came out, and he was stunned in place. He felt his body trembling uncontrollably, and waves of coldness rushed into his body, and his heart sank.

【Did Grandpa really leave like this? 】

There was a voice in his heart that raised questions. It was his vigorous and resolute grandfather who was admired by everyone. He never thought that this day would come so soon.

There is one less relative in this world who truly cares about him.

"Two young masters, please make way!"

The attending physician frowned and pushed the two brothers, who were standing there in a daze, out of the door. Anxious and nervous doctors and nurses rushed in with all kinds of instruments and equipment. Like a black and white silent movie, they were trying their best to rescue the patients.

"..."

Zhao Wenting moved his fingers and found that his palms were empty. Somewhere deep in his heart he felt a sharp pain.

"Wen Ting, I'm afraid... I'm sorry."

Zhao Wenbin hesitated and patted his shoulder, comforting him in a deep voice.

Zhao Wenting turned to look at him and found that his eyes were also red, but he appeared more relaxed and calm than he did.

[Perhaps...it's not that I'm better than him. His mental quality is stronger than mine, and his ability is also outstanding. He just didn't compete with me.]

Zhao Wenting looked at his brother. At this moment, he felt that his face was hazy and dazzling.

The door of the room was pushed open from the inside, and the attending doctor took off his mask and said, "I'm sorry, two young masters, we tried our best..."

He couldn't hear what Zhao Wenbin said to the doctor later. He slowly turned his head to look inside the room, at the skinny old man lying on the hospital bed, his eyes dull and empty.

Suddenly he felt that his grandfather was very pathetic.

Because he found that not only he had no tears, but Zhao Wenbin also had no tears, and even the large group of relatives who usually followed him did not shed tears for his death. Only the old butler who usually looked serious and had facial paralysis had tears in his eyes.

He remembered what Zhao Wenbin had said to him: "People outside say that the old man is very successful and has trained such outstanding people like us, but... look at us now who are cold and indifferent, what kind of success is this?"

[Yes, we have all become monsters without emotions...]

Zhao Wenting felt as if his heart was sinking deeper and deeper, as if he could never reach the bottom.

**

On the other side, in the hospital delivery room.

The bouquet of flowers on the windowsill was still blooming silently, and the light floral fragrance filled the air.

"what--!"

"Wow--!"

Following Yan Jing's shrill scream and the sudden loud cry of a baby, the Yan family members standing outside the delivery room burst into tears of joy.

Yan Tao put his arms around his wife's shoulders and patted her gently with tears in his eyes.

Yang Lihong picked up the silk handkerchief that she had clenched tightly in her hands and wiped away the tears that were seeping from her eyes.

Yan Yan and Yan Mu looked at each other with relief, and then smiled with relief.

This is the third generation of life born in their Yan family.

It’s a great thing!

"Congratulations, it's a boy, both mother and child are safe."

Hearing the doctor's good news, the Yan family's excitement, which had just been suppressed, suddenly surged up in their hearts again.

"Dad, Mom, you already have a little grandson now." Yan Mu said with a smile.

"Yeah, if Mo Mo was here, she would definitely be very happy." Yan Tao suddenly sighed.

"..."

When Yan Mu heard Yan Tao's words, he felt a pang of pain in his heart. He should have gone to the Void Realm to look for her, but...

"Yes, it will definitely happen."

[Now that Yan Jing's baby is born, maybe it's time to pack up and get ready to leave. ]

Yan Mu's heart was full of thoughts, and his eyes were bright.

The sun shines coolly into the Zhao family's old house.

Unlike before, this place is no longer as lively as before. Those relatives who followed the old man like a "tail-chaser" all day long were sent away by Zhao Wenbin. The only thing left in the courtyard was the bird in the birdcage, which was "chirping" and saying something unknown, with bright and colorful feathers.

Everything in the study was still arranged the same as before, even the position of the inkstone that the old man loved to use when practicing calligraphy had not changed, and there was a clean piece of paper on the table that had not been touched by ink.

Zhao Wenting stood there with his back straight, a dark blue beard shadow on his chin, and looked sadly at the place where the grandfather and grandson had talked happily and where they had the most memories. He remembered that his grandfather taught him to write, read, do horse stance, and practice physique here, and also told him about the power and layout of the Supernatural Bureau here...

Looking at the room where nothing had changed, he still looked dazed and a little bit unbelieving: How could a healthy person just disappear like that?