Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Chapter 410 The Beginning of Everything

Gu Yao shook his head, still not fully recovered from the tremor in his soul. Looking at the starry sky before him, he was somewhat dazed.

Xiao Jiu looked at Gu Yao in a daze, "Host, how are you?"

Gu Yao shook his head, his face slightly pale. "It's nothing."

0529 pursed her lips, cursing that bastard a thousand times in her heart.

If it weren't for the need to completely destroy that cannon fodder system, the adult wouldn't have had to suffer the agony of a broken spirit again.

The blond boy lowered his eyes, took a deep breath, and silently clenched his hands at his sides.

And that dead fox, the master wouldn't even let him undergo the tribulation of lightning.

It really gave him a leg up!

The boy turned his head away, looking somewhat unhappy.

Gu Yao regained his senses, looked at the spirit sword in his hand, gently stroked it, and a hint of nostalgia appeared in his eyes.

"Zhu Yan, it's been a long time."

Hearing this, Xiao Jiu, who was still throwing a tantrum, felt a chill run down her spine and stiffly turned her head to look at Gu Yao.

Have the adults all remembered?

The young man lowered his eyes but did not speak again.

Xiao Jiu was left alone, filled with anxiety.

Ci Jing watched Gu Yao still touching Zhu Yan and felt incredibly jealous. She wandered around him, trying to get a glance from Gu Yao.

Gu Yao, however, couldn't discern even a fraction of the meaning in his gaze.

Ci Jing was anxious but helpless. Seeing that she had no chance to win favor, she could only silently retreat to the side.

Gu Yao gently wiped Zhu Yan's face, lost in thought.

After a long while, he sighed softly, put down the spirit sword in his hand, stood up and looked at Xiao Jiu, "Xiao Jiu, let's go to the next world."

Xiao Jiu was still feeling guilty when she heard Gu Yao's words and was stunned. "Huh?"

Gu Yao didn't look at him, but looked at a galaxy outside the system space, and repeated, "The next world."

It carried a sense that left no room for refusal.

Xiao Jiu pursed her lips but did not refuse. She sighed softly and pulled out the light screen. "The next world, 'The Beginning of All Things,' please prepare, host!"

Gu Yao was taken aback when he heard the name of this world, then smiled slightly and lowered his eyes.

Just as I thought...

Gu Yao twirled his fingers, and then his vision blurred.

As the surrounding noise grew louder, Gu Yao slowly opened his eyes, looked at the group of relatives arguing heatedly in front of him, looked down at his palms, and silently clenched his fists.

"Duan'er is getting married soon, and suddenly there's a child in the family. What's going on? We can't raise this child."

“Oh, Aunt, you’re mistaken. Everyone knows that when Yanming was still alive, he had the best relationship with your family. My cousin’s job was introduced to him by Yanming, wasn’t it? If he didn’t have such a respectable job, what girl would want to be with your family?” A young man looked at the middle-aged woman in front of him with a mocking expression, showing no respect for his elders whatsoever.

The woman, whose sore spot had been hit, pointed at the person who had just spoken and started cursing, "What do you think your family is? Your house was only built with Yanming's help. You borrowed so much money from Yanming, how much have you ever paid back? Now he only has one son left, and you won't even give him a bite to eat. I don't know who's really feeling guilty!"

Whispers arose from all around. The young man's face turned ashen. He glanced at the others and said in a defiant tone, "Anyway, everyone here has received help from Yanming. We can't let you all get all the good things and leave our family to raise the child!"

Upon hearing this, the mourning hall fell completely silent.

None of them could refute what the young man said.

Indeed, Yanming had been a great help to them when he was alive.

"Then what do you think we should do?"

“We are all relatives of this child, we can’t send him to an orphanage.”

"Chunmei, how could you say such a heartless thing? Send Yanming's only remaining son to the orphanage!"

"You're so capable, why don't you take this child home and raise him?"

"..."

Then another argument broke out. Gu Yao sat in the corner, coldly observing this farce.

He slightly curled the corners of his lips. These people are as hypocritical as ever!

Gu Yao tilted his head and saw two smiling faces in the center of the mourning hall. His body, hidden in the large mourning clothes, trembled slightly, and his eyes instantly reddened.

Taking a deep breath, Gu Yao turned his head to the side.

He continued to play the role of a deeply traumatized autistic child, head bowed.

He knew that those who were now pushing him away would soon be scrambling to adopt him.

Gu Yao let out a mocking laugh.

He could understand that everyone in the world was driven by profit.

But why is it that these people, who have received so much help from their fathers and mothers, can argue so fiercely over the inheritance at their fathers' funerals?

Nausea.

Extremely disgusting!

Gu Yao clenched his small fists, but there was nothing he could do at the moment.

Seeing that the mourning hall was becoming increasingly noisy, the clan chief, who was sitting at the head of the table with his eyes closed, gently tapped his cane. "Quiet!"

The old man's voice wasn't loud; in this noisy environment, it could even be described as somewhat frail, yet everyone could hear it.

The moment the old man opened his mouth, everyone stopped and waited for him to speak.

The old man's eyes gleamed with a sharp light as he looked around at the people dressed in white mourning clothes. He then slowly rose, turned to look at the portrait in the center of the mourning hall, and a hint of regret appeared in his eyes.

No one spoke for a long time, and no one dared to urge the old man.

“Yanming left behind some assets, which will all belong to Ayao in the future. If any family adopts Ayao, the house in Jiangxin Nanyuan will be used as child support for all these years in the inheritance registration with the police.”

The old man knew that if he didn't offer some significant benefits, no one would be willing to accept a ten-year-old child.

He sighed softly, his slightly apologetic gaze falling on Gu Yao. Gu Yao stiffened, and when he looked up, he met the unnatural expression that flashed across the old man's face.

The old man's heart skipped a beat. When he met the child's clear and bright eyes, he felt as if he had been seen through and a sense of oppression was coming from him. He wanted to look again, but Gu Yao turned his head and looked at the portrait in the center of the mourning hall.

The white light shone on the child's delicate, fair profile, revealing the sadness in his eyes and reflecting their shimmering tears as he cried silently.

The old man looked at the crowd and gently tapped his cane. "Who wants to adopt A-Yao now?"

Before she could finish speaking, the middle-aged woman who had just been making excuses suddenly darted around, rubbing her hands together as she approached Gu Yao, trying her best to appear kind. "You must be Xiao Yao, right? You're so handsome, no wonder you're Yanming's child. Do you remember me? I'm your aunt. I even held you when you were born."

"Oh, Auntie, you've gone so far as to abandon all shame in your fight for this house? What's with you grabbing someone's child like this? Did you miss it earlier and now your eyes have been cured?" The young man was a master of sarcasm, his words dripping with the sarcastic tone of an old fox.

If the occasion hadn't been inappropriate, Gu Yao would have liked to raise her hand and applaud him.

It's like dogs fighting.

It's his favorite.

A hint of interest appeared in his light-colored eyes.