"What?" The old man's eyes widened instantly.
"What's wrong?" Mu Anxiao asked, confused.
"Our son is gone, you mean our son is gone." The old man looked desperate.
The old woman pouted and began to cry.
Mu Anxiao looked at the two elders whose expressions had suddenly changed, confused. "I knew I shouldn't have told the truth."
"Since that's the case, we should be leaving too."
"Eh?" Mu Anxiao looked at the old man in surprise as he spoke.
"To be honest, we actually enjoyed the nightmares our son brought us. Of course," the old woman smiled bitterly, "at first we were scared, but as time went on, we felt very happy, because our son was still here."
"He wants you to be well, he... knows he was wrong." Mu Anxiao didn't know what she was saying, but these were the words she wanted to tell them.
"For decades, we've persisted for decades," the old man stared fixedly at the ceiling beams. "At first, we all thought that kid hadn't gone down, so we always wanted to wait for him. Now, hearing you say this, we are relieved, truly relieved."
"Sir, what do you mean?" Mu Anxiao had a bad premonition.
"We are already so old, we can no longer be a burden to our daughter. Let's go, it's time to go," the old woman said.
Mu Anxiao looked at the two elders speaking one after another, her mouth dry as she grinned, "No, if you leave now..." She spoke, and a gust of cold wind blew, and her underworld friend appeared again.
"Hello." The underworld envoy greeted Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao cried, "Why are you here?"
"The underworld allows Lu Yan to have a last meeting with his parents. It's just right," the underworld envoy glanced at the two souls who had already emerged from their bodies and smiled, "today is their death anniversary."
Mu Anxiao let out an "Ah?" and turned to look at the two souls floating in front of her. "You died? How will I explain this when I get out?"
"My daughter will understand," the old man said gently.
The old woman smiled, "Thank you for seeing us off, young man."
Mu Anxiao looked tearful. "No, I came to tell you to live well. If you do this," she scratched her head forcefully, "how will I explain to your daughter."
"Everyone must die eventually," the underworld envoy smiled. "We can only say that you didn't arrive at the right time."
"Sir, let's go." The old woman was becoming impatient to see Lu Yan.
"Alright." The underworld envoy agreed gently, took out a silver rope, tied it to their hands, and said, "Mu Anxiao, we'll meet again." Then, he left with the two elders.
Mu Anxiao stood in place, feeling the cold wind from inside the room. She looked at the two elders who had lay down and closed their eyes peacefully, sighed, and turned to look at the closed door. "How am I supposed to explain this? If I had known, I wouldn't have closed the door." After speaking, she was on the verge of tears.
At the same time, the old woman stopped in front of the door.
"Are you ready, little brother?"
Hearing the call from outside the room, Mu Anxiao's nerves tightened. She looked at the door and then hurriedly turned to the two elders, pretending to be anxious. "Sister, come in quickly, come in."
"What's wrong?" The old woman asked anxiously, pushing the door open and walking in.
Mu Anxiao, with her back to the old woman, tried hard to appear calm. "Sister, look."
Hearing Mu Anxiao's words, the old woman stepped forward and looked at the two elders lying on the lounge chair, seemingly fast asleep. She smiled, "They are just asleep."