Ten Thousand Soul Banner: Deceased, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?-Chapter 1194 - 1190: Duoduo’s Daily Life

As time flies by like a fleeting horse, a few weeks have rushed past.

The autumn hues of Bin Hai gradually fade away, bringing a touch of chill to the wind. The sycamore trees lining the streets shed all their yellow leaves, with bare branches stretching toward the gray sky.

In these days, Shen Siyuan and his group have not been idle; during the day, Xiao Yue traverses various temples, using the Ten Thousand Soul Banner to gather the scattered Power of Incense.

When night falls, Shen Siyuan leads Xiao Yue, Dou Dou, and Duoduo to the Yangzhou Netherworld together.

The Netherworld is filled with rampant Mud Worms and pervasive yin energy, a wasteland.

Shen Siyuan suspends the Ten Thousand Soul Banner high in the air. With a thought, the banner unfurls, and endless pure Power of Incense, woven with gold and red, pours down, instantly enveloping a large area.

Immediately, he raises his hand to evoke the Primordial Magnetic Power, stirring up a gale that blows the incense across the Netherworld.

The golden-red incense falls like sweet rain upon the dark land of the Netherworld, and the Mud Worms lurking in the shadows dissolve upon contact, leaving no trace behind.

Though for the vast expanse of the Netherworld, this incense is still like a drop in the ocean, compared to manually clearing the Mud Worms one by one, the efficiency has increased several times.

The days seem to flow by peacefully and unnoticed, and before long, December arrives.

Bin Hai, being a Southern coastal city, remains warm in winter, attracting a large number of elderly from the Northern region for the winter. On the streets and in parks, leisurely strolling figures can be seen everywhere.

But not all visitors are elderly; today, a young mother visits Duoduo’s nostalgic grocery store with a little boy about her age.

Duoduo is tiptoeing, helping her parents organize the glass jars on the shelf, filled with colorful candies and dried flowers.

She sports two black ponytails, wearing a blue and white striped dress, the hem swaying lightly with her movements. Her little face is full of concentration, her big eyes shining like two black grapes.

"Ding-ling~"

The wind chime at the door tinkles with a clear sound due to the door opening.

Duoduo raises her head and sees a woman in her thirties leading a little boy inside.

The woman is dressed in a beige coat, a gentle smile on her face. The little boy, in a blue jacket and sporting a neat short haircut, curiously surveys the shop.

The shop is decorated with a nostalgic theme, wooden shelves, an old counter, decades-old calendars and posters on the walls, and an old radio in the corner. The air contains a faint scent of wood and vintage items, starkly different from the modern street outside.

As soon as the little boy enters the shop, his eyes are drawn to Duoduo, who is about his age, full of curiosity, staring straight at her.

But Duoduo’s gaze passes over him, landing not far behind him, where stands a tall, middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man wears a blue uniform, posture straight as a pine tree. Even just standing there, he exudes a sense of competence and stability, appearing very spirited.

However, his figure seems somewhat ethereal, as though shrouded in a thin veil, discordant with the surroundings.

The man also notices Duoduo’s gaze, initially startled, then displays an extremely surprised expression.

He instinctively moves to the side, curious about what Duoduo is looking at.

But Duoduo’s gaze naturally follows his movement, always fixed on him.

Now, the middle-aged man finally confirms that this little girl can truly see him.

His heart surges with astonishment, his face further marked by incredulousness.

The middle-aged man before her is the little boy’s father, Du Jianghe.

He was a firefighter during his lifetime, and a few months ago, he tragically sacrificed himself in a fire while rescuing trapped civilians, now existing in soul form.

In these months as a soul, he has always stayed by his wife and son, watching them eat, sleep, and travel, yet unable to communicate with them.

He has tried countless ways to make his wife and son aware of his presence, but whether speaking, waving, or trying to touch them, it’s as if he’s throwing stones into the sea with no response.

He has encountered other wandering ghosts who can communicate simply among themselves.

Those old ghosts told him, living people cannot see their souls or hear their voices. They exist in another dimension, merely watching the real world from afar, unable to touch any objects or interact with the living.

Initially, Du Jianghe refused to believe them and persistently tried to communicate with his wife and son.

But after repeated failures and confirmation from other ghosts, he gradually accepted their words as truth, his hope eroding bit by bit, until he could only silently guard them day after day.

But Duoduo’s appearance at this moment is like a flash of lightning, instantly shattering his former understanding.

He couldn’t contain the excitement in his heart, quickly walking to Duoduo and crouching cautiously to avoid alarming this little girl who can see him.

He carefully observes Duoduo, whose eyes are large and bright, clear like a spring, with two playful ponytails and wearing a blue and white striped dress, appearing lively and adorable.

"Little sister, can you see me?"

Du Jianghe’s voice carries a barely noticeable tremble, his tone extremely cautious, filled with anticipation.

This is the first person he met in ghost form who can see him, even if just a child, bringing him great joy.

Duoduo blinks her big eyes, looking at the unfamiliar uncle in front of her, not speaking, but silently nodding.

"Why can you see me? Were you born with it?"

Du Jianghe follows up with questions, eyes full of eager curiosity.

If Duoduo was born able to see ghosts, does it mean there are others in the world who can also see him?

If she wasn’t born with it, what method enables her to see ghosts?

If he can learn it, or let his wife and son learn it, could they reunite?

His heart pounds at the thought, excitement nearly overwhelming his emotions, causing his ethereal figure to quiver slightly.

Duoduo was about to answer when her mother Song Qingwei’s voice sounded from behind the counter: "Duoduo, help the little brother by fetching a sand shovel."

The sand shovel refers to a small iron shovel used for gardening, compact and smooth-edged, sturdy and practical.

The nearby convenience store sells plastic shovels, but they are often poor quality and easily snap with little force.

The young mother wanted a sturdy shovel for her son to play with sand by the sea. She was drawn in by the nostalgic decor of the store, and upon casually asking about an iron shovel, she unexpectedly found it available.

"Okay."

Duoduo responds crisply, immediately turning around and diving into the space between the shelves nearby.