Ten Thousand Soul Banner: Deceased, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?-Chapter 1061 - 1057: Kidnapping

"Xiao Xu, stay and play here, don’t go anywhere, I’m going to the supermarket to buy something..."

The midday sun blazed fiercely, the golden sunlight pouring over the park’s branches and leaves, illuminating them brightly, casting a dazzling glow.

Wei Zixu had to squint his eyes tight, the scene before him suddenly veiled in a misty illusion, even his mother’s figure standing in front of him became indistinct and blurry.

Her voice drifted over, as if shrouded by a thick mist, light and seemingly coming from a distant place, tinged with a sense of illusion.

"Alright, Mom, go ahead, I’ll stay here, won’t go anywhere." Wei Zixu replied.

Standing behind Wei Zixu, Shen Siyuan tried hard to see his mother’s face, but couldn’t make it out.

It wasn’t a lack of skill on his part, it was because Wei Zixu’s memory itself was like that.

After Wei Zixu became the Fan Soul, Shen Siyuan could naturally directly "read" his memories.

Perhaps because of the long passage of time, or maybe he was too young, Wei Zixu himself could not clearly describe some things, making this method more convenient and effective.

At that moment, they were in a park, across the road was a supermarket, and nearby were some simple children’s play facilities. Although it was already midday, there were still some parents playing with their children here.

After Wei Zixu responded, his mother turned and walked towards the opposite side of the road.

From behind, Wei Zixu’s mother had permed curly hair, wore a bubble sleeve chiffon top, and a black polka dot long skirt, looking quite fashionable.

Wei Zixu stared at his mother’s back in a daze, the little him seemed to have a bad premonition, feeling his mother was about to leave him forever.

Until she had crossed the road, turned back, and waved at him smilingly, Wei Zixu rushed to raise his hand and wave back, but could never see his mother’s face clearly.

He seemed completely unaware of why he felt his mother was smiling when he couldn’t see her face.

After all, he was just a child, distracted by the laughter behind him, quickly throwing the question to the back of his mind.

Wei Zixu played joyfully and happily with his friends, until a vendor pedaling a tricycle selling grilled sausages stopped by the roadside, and the aroma of the sausages quickly attracted the children over.

Those with money bought directly, those without money turned to find parents, and those without money or parents could only look longingly. Wei Zixu belonged to the latter.

Suddenly a voice whispered in his ear, "Do you want to eat?"

"Yes." Wei Zixu answered straightforwardly.

After replying, he sensed something was off, turned and saw a stranger standing beside him whose presence he hadn’t noticed.

The man had a square face and was a middle-aged person with a big nose, who liked squinting when looking at people. Wei Zixu didn’t know him.

Therefore, his gaze was somewhat puzzled, doubting he heard it wrong, maybe the man’s words weren’t directed at him.

But at that moment, Square Face spoke again, "You want to eat, I’ll buy for you."

"No need." Wei Zixu turned to leave.

"I’m not a bad person, I’ll buy you a sausage if you help me with something," the man hurriedly said.

Upon hearing he needed help, Wei Zixu stopped in his tracks, and looked back at the man with confusion.

"Help me carry this bag to the car, my car is just up ahead."

Square Face gestured towards his feet, where there was a plastic bag, and he had a bag in each hand.

"Too many things, I can’t carry them all, my car is just up ahead, that van," Square Face said.

Wei Zixu turned back, indeed seeing an old van parked by the roadside, not far away.

"The sausage will be my reward for you."

Square Face saw Wei Zixu’s piqued interest and seized the opportunity.

But unexpectedly, Wei Zixu shook his head.

"No need, my mom said not to eat food from strangers, when she comes back, she will buy for me," Wei Zixu said.

Square Face turned a disappointed look, but seemed to also breathe a sigh of relief.

At that moment, Wei Zixu’s tone suddenly changed, "But I can help you."

Square Face was stunned for a moment, then looked pleased, "Little friend, you are really a good kid, thank you."

"You’re welcome."

Wei Zixu proactively stepped forward to help lift the plastic bag on the ground.

The bag was not heavy, seemed to contain beans.

He didn’t realize why Square Face wouldn’t carry such a light bag himself.

Soon they reached in front of the old van.

Square Face put down his bags, still wearing a friendly smile, and said kindly, "Wait a moment, I’ll open the door."

He reached and pulled the side door of the van.

The door opened with a creak, and Wei Zixu realized someone was sitting in the vehicle.

The person was crouched in the dark van, only half-visible, face indistinct, yet exuding a suffocating oppression.

"Hello, Uncle."

Wei Zixu didn’t think much, still childishly smiling and waving towards the van.

But before the greeting ended, Square Face suddenly changed his expression.

He quickly extended his sturdy arm, and hugged Wei Zixu from behind tightly, like picking up a chick, shoving him into the van.

"Mm~"

Wei Zixu was momentarily stunned, his mind blank, realizing he must struggle, when the person inside the van grinned and grabbed his arm, pulling him fiercely inside.

Immediately afterward, a rough hand clamped over his mouth, silencing his attempt to cry for help.

The hand was astonishingly strong, suffocating him, making him unable to catch his breath.

Wei Zixu trembled with fear, kicking and thrashing desperately, his small body exploding with unprecedented power, trying to break free from the terrible restraint.

But his resistance only provoked harsher retaliation.

"Dong~"

A heavy fist landed forcefully on his temple.

Agony exploded instantly, Wei Zixu felt his sight darkened, the world spun, as if countless bees buzzed in his head.

All his strength seemed siphoned away instantly, his limbs hung limp, the desire to struggle waned into obscurity.

In his final consciousness, he felt the vehicle shook violently, the engine roared hoarsely, then the car jostled away.

He didn’t know where the vehicle was heading, only knew he was getting farther from the park, the farther from his mom.

After an indeterminable time, Wei Zixu gradually awoke from his groggy state.

But as soon as he opened his eyes, unbounded terror immediately engulfed him.

His hands and feet were tightly bound with coarse hemp rope, cutting painfully into his flesh.

Thick tape sealed his mouth, making it impossible to utter a sound.

A darkness swallowed his view, the van filled with a pungent odor of gasoline and mold.

He wanted to call out, to cry for mom, but could only produce muffled whimpers.

Scalding tears streamed uncontrollably down his cheeks, soaking his face, soaking the cold tape.

Darkness like a colossal monster enwrapped his little body tightly.

He curled in the corner of the van, body cold, even his crying felt powerless.