Chapter 648: Desolate Land in the Underworld
"Not even half a bite! Get to work!" The man said, whipping his leather whip.
"Smack...smack..."
"Ah...please stop, I'll continue..." The old woman cried and pleaded.
"Now you know pain? Smack...smack..." The man continued to lash.
While beating her, he said, "Wennie, let me tell you, as a lonely and destitute soul in the underworld, with no money, no power, and no descendants to support you, don't expect to have good days here. You are not qualified!"
Wennie?
Upon hearing this name, Alexander and Ivy immediately rushed towards the thatched cottage.
Inside the cottage, there was a white-haired man who was whipping an old lady fiercely.
This old lady was none other than Laura's mother, Wennie.
"Stop, I know I was wrong. I don't need rest or water anymore..." Wennie begged desperately.
"It's not enough to just know you were wrong. Today, I must teach you a lesson. Always wanting to rest, always needing water. Do you really think I'm so lenient?" the man said.
"Ah...ah..."
Wennie was beaten to the ground.
She was covered in wounds, her clothes torn and tattered, yet the man continued to whip her.
"Stop!" Alexander shouted sharply as he rushed forward.
He kicked the white-haired man down to the ground and stepped on his chest, his face cold as he interrogated, "Who gave you the right to bully her? Who?"
The white-haired man, lying on the ground, whimpered, "Mercy, my lord... I... I had no choice..."
"No choice..." Alexander picked up the whip, saying, "Today, I also have no choice but to give you a taste of your own medicine!"
"Smack, smack, smack..."
While Alexander punished the white-haired man, Ivy immediately helped Wennie up and used the healing energy of the River Pearl to heal her wounds.
In the blink of an eye, Wennie's wounds were healed, and her torn clothes were restored to their original state.
"Miss, are you a heavenly immortal? You must be a heavenly immortal!" Wennie was moved to tears. "Heavenly immortal, you've finally come to save me. I have suffered for over 40 years here..."
"Old lady, I am your descendant, not a heavenly immortal," Ivy said.
"My descendant? No, it's impossible! My descendants aren't this kind-hearted!" Wennie said resentfully. "Heavenly immortal, you don't have to speak well of my descendants. They are all terrible people! Over 40 years ago, I was pushed into the water and drowned by my eldest granddaughter Fiona. I had a granddaughter named Annabel who was bullied by her older sister when she was young.
I took care of her for many years, but after I died, she never visited me once. Fine, maybe that's understandable since she's from the next generation, but my daughter and son-in-law, not a single person has cared for me. Really, for over 40 years, they haven't burned a single offering for me or paid me a single respect!"
At this point, Wennie sobbed, "Heavenly immortal, do you know how I've spent these 40 years? Because I have no descendants to support me, I couldn't even have a decent meal..."
"Although I am a ghost and cannot die from not eating, I feel really uncomfortable being hungry! Unable to eat or drink, and with no money to spend, this is a desolate area in the underworld specifically for lonely souls and wandering spirits. Whether you rule and dominate here or suffer from constant bullying, Lord Yama himself won't pay any attention.
If you have money, you're the boss here. But if you don't, you can only be a slave, and even a slight mistake can lead to a beating. They don't care if you're old, weak, sick, or disabled. As long as things don't go their way, they will strike. I have been beaten for over 40 years already, sob...
Wennie cried sorrowfully, releasing all the grievances from the past 40 years in the form of tears.
Ivy sympathetically embraced Wennie, saying, "Grandma, I am really your descendant. Your great-granddaughter Annabel is my husband's grandmother. Annabel always liked you, and it's because she mentioned you that we came here today. She told us that in her whole life, you were the only one who treated her so well."