Chapter 601 — Watching My Own Cremation
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"I'm sorry. We did everything we could. You should start making the funeral arrangements."
The doctor's voice outside the ward was soft, yet Lin Yu, lying on the sickbed, heard every word with perfect clarity.
Perhaps a person's hearing sharpens to an extraordinary keenness just before death—especially where his mother's weeping was concerned, which cut through the air with piercing shrillness.
Lin Yu was not the first man to give his life for a stranger's sake, and he did not regret it. He only felt he had failed his mother.
His father had died young, and his mother had raised him single-handedly, enduring hardships beyond counting. Now, with his outstanding grades, he had been admitted to Qinghai City People's Hospital, and life with his mother was just about to brighten—who could have guessed such a calamity would strike?
"Damn this heaven."
So good men truly got no good reward. Lin Yu cursed under his breath, and his eyelids could hold out no longer; slowly, they closed.
"My son! My son!"
A shrill, anguished wail jolted Lin Yu awake. He opened his eyes and found himself standing at the foot of the bed, while his mother had flung herself across the mattress, sobbing wildly.
"Mom, what are you crying for? I'm right here, perfectly fine!"
Lin Yu was overjoyed, thinking he had miraculously recovered. He reached out to pat his mother—and found his hand passing straight through her body.
His mother showed no reaction whatsoever, still sprawled across the bed, weeping bitterly.
Lin Yu's expression changed. He looked up and saw that there was still another him lying on the bed, face sunken and livid, clearly already lifeless.
I'm dead?
Lin Yu looked down at himself standing at the foot of the bed and saw that his body was somewhat pale and faintly translucent.
Lin Yu was stunned—so souls really did exist after death!
No matter what he said or did, his mother could not perceive him.
With the nurse's help, his mother, choking back her grief, dressed Lin Yu in burial clothes. Then the orderlies carried his corpse onto the funeral vehicle.
His mother climbed in after him and sat beside his body, clutching his hand tightly. Tears streamed ceaselessly from her red, swollen eyes. "Yu'er, go in peace. Once I've finished settling things here, I'll come down to keep you company."
To her, her son was her everything. With her son dead, her life in this world had lost all meaning.
Hearing that his mother meant to take her own life, Lin Yu panicked. He tried lying down on the corpse the way they did in movies when a soul returned to its body, but it was no use—each time he sat up, it was only his soul that rose.
The vehicle soon arrived at the crematorium. After the fees were paid, a staff member gave Lin Yu a simple cosmetic touch-up and handed his mother a numbered tag. Then the cremation workers wheeled Lin Yu's body toward the incineration hall.
"No!"
The instant the workers pushed his body into the furnace, Lin Yu broke down completely.
As his flesh burned, Lin Yu felt his consciousness weakening. Countless faint motes of light drifted from his body and scattered in all directions, and his soul was slowly fading as well.
At the same time, another world began to flash before his eyes—everywhere he looked was endless darkness, shot through with blazing red flames and shrill, miserable screams.
Hell!
That was the first thought to flash through Lin Yu's mind, and a vast terror swallowed him in an instant.
His soul instinctively dashed about wildly in the air. The motes of light kept drifting out of his spirit body, faster and faster.
The hellish world before his eyes grew ever clearer, and he could hear a mysterious, hoarse voice below calling out to him.
By now Lin Yu's body in the furnace was nearly consumed. Amid the ashes, a jade-green pendant suddenly blazed with dazzling light in the flames.