With a thunderous explosion, William Brooks suddenly felt his body growing lighter and lighter, and a sparkling road appeared before his eyes. William Brooks was extremely puzzled—after such an explosion, could he really still be alive? He checked himself over and found he was completely unscathed, which made him cry out in astonishment.

His whole body moved forward involuntarily along that shining road, and as he moved, he immediately sensed something different—his body was actually floating forward without touching the ground...

William Brooks gave a bitter laugh. So, in the end, he really was dead! This road must be the Yellow Springs Road, the famous path to the afterlife. He had heard of it for so long. In life, he had imagined this road countless times, had even wished to set foot on it ahead of time more than once. Now, at last, his wish had come true. William Brooks thought to himself with self-mockery.

This road was quite different from what he had imagined. Behind and to both sides was utter darkness; only the way forward emitted a faint glow. The road seemed very smooth, but he couldn’t see what was beneath his feet—was it stone or earth? William Brooks suddenly felt a twinge of curiosity.

William Brooks tried to move backward, but his body wouldn’t budge! He tried stepping to the sides, but again, he couldn’t get out, as if an invisible barrier was firmly blocking the way, not allowing anyone to cross. It seemed this road could only be traveled forward; going back or to the sides was impossible.

William Brooks floated forward. Though he was dead, he felt an indescribable sense of freedom in his soul. Heh heh heh, Yellow Springs Road, Meng Po’s soup—I, William Brooks, have long awaited this! Let me drink that soup early and quickly forget everything from the mortal world! William Brooks prayed silently in his heart.

William Brooks discovered he was not alone on this road. Sensing carefully, he realized there were crowds of people ahead and behind him, an endless stream, all with sorrowful faces, wailing incessantly. As they walked, they tried to go as slowly as possible, looking back every few steps, as if they still had endless unfinished business in the world they had left behind...

William Brooks chuckled to himself. It seemed he was the only one who could walk this road so easily and cheerfully. Thinking this, William Brooks suddenly felt a surge of pride. He couldn’t help but grin and laugh, feeling quite pleased with himself.

As his laughter rang out, William Brooks instantly became the center of attention! Someone was actually happy to be dead! The other souls, who were all trying to delay their steps, turned to look at him.

“Damn it, so it’s this freak! I’ll kill you!” A soul charged at him aggressively, reaching out to grab William Brooks. William Brooks tried to dodge, but found that the soul’s right hand passed straight through his body. He couldn’t help but feel amused—apparently, souls couldn’t be harmed.

Seeing he couldn’t grab him, the soul stopped wasting his energy and just cursed furiously: “I had no grudge against you, you freak! It was one thing for you to take revenge on the Ling family, but why drag me into it?” As this person moved, more people noticed William Brooks, and dozens of souls swarmed over, attacking William Brooks with a barrage of foul language.

William Brooks quickly understood—these must be the people who had gone to the seaside villa to celebrate, only to lose their lives instead of enjoying the feast.

William Brooks felt not the slightest bit of guilt. As a former member of the Ling family, he had been taught from childhood that the strong prey on the weak. Life and death meant little to him, and he cared even less about the fate of ordinary people. Victory or defeat, that was all—everyone had a chance to become a peerless powerhouse, it just depended on whether you worked for it. If you didn’t, and lost your life in vain, who was there to blame? Heaven gave everyone equal opportunity; the throne rotated, and next year it could be your turn. If you didn’t strive, then if you became cannon fodder for others, you had no right to complain!

Seeing the anger on this person’s face, William Brooks suddenly thought of Emily Brooks and the others—could they also be on this road? With this thought, William Brooks slowed his steps, and finally stopped by the roadside, waiting. He wanted to see what those scum, who had lost all conscience and even plotted against their own family, looked like now!

Before long, a large group emerged from the darkness, moving even more slowly, cursing nonstop. At the front was that old man Henry Brooks! Behind him were David Brooks, John Brooks, Robert Brooks... not a single one missing. Seeing the hatred and unwillingness on their faces, William Brooks felt immense satisfaction.

Henry Brooks and the others, perhaps too dejected, didn’t even notice their mortal enemy William Brooks standing by the roadside, and passed by, cursing all the way.

William Brooks chuckled, about to follow behind them, when a flash of white appeared—a solitary figure emerged before him, with an absolutely beautiful face and perfect figure, dressed in a pure white wedding gown! It was Emily Brooks.

William Brooks approached with a smile: “Xue’er, little sister, truly, there’s nowhere in life we can’t meet again. Here we are, meeting once more.”

When Emily Brooks saw William Brooks, she didn’t show the hatred he had expected. She just smiled faintly, then walked past him and continued forward.