After Descending the Mountain, Seven Big Brothers Spoil Me

Chapter 1053 Heading Home

Xia Jin was an orphan, and for him, the Fourth Bureau was his family.

When he heard Zhouzhou's words, a warmth flickered in his eyes. He lowered his head, nodding slowly. "Alright."

He too longed to go back. But the island they had once been on had been attacked after they accidentally revealed their location due to the drugs they had been injected with. Since then, the location had been moved. He wasn't sure where "home" was anymore. Moreover, he was somewhat... afraid to know.

The memories of what had happened before caused a momentary flash of pain in his eyes. Although it wasn't intentional, those events were still a consequence of their actions.

Ye Lingfeng could tell what he was thinking just from looking at his expression.

"It's not your fault," Ye Lingfeng said, his voice firm. "And no one was hurt. Though the attack came out of nowhere, we are always prepared for unexpected situations. The island's security was tight, so we quickly dealt with the intruders and made them retreat. Moving was just a precaution, to avoid any further exposure."

Ye Lingfeng paused for a moment, looking directly at Xia Jin. "You've been missed. Don't you want to go back and see everyone?"

Though the others were still alive, there would be many more chances to meet. But for Xia Jin...

As Ye Lingfeng's words sank in, Xia Jin's tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed. He couldn't resist the temptation of going home, and slowly nodded. "Alright."

Almost as soon as he nodded, Zhouzhou's face lit up with a bright smile. She grabbed his hand, practically bouncing with excitement. "Yay! That means when I go back, I can see Uncle Xia too!"

Xia Jin couldn't help but laugh, reaching out to rub her head. His heart, which had been tense, felt lighter now.

Meeting the little girl again felt good. With her around, everything seemed to brighten up.

He finally allowed himself to relax, and together, they boarded the plane to head back to the Fourth Bureau.

Before takeoff, Zhouzhou received a call from Li Yuanming.

As soon as she picked up, he asked, "Zhouzhou, didn't you say you were coming back? How long has it been? I've been waiting forever! The vegetables are practically rotting!"

Zhouzhou smacked her forehead. She had completely forgotten to inform her master. "Sorry, Master, I've been really busy lately. I won't be able to come back for a few more days."

"Few more days?" Li Yuanming grumbled, holding his chest. "How many more days do you think I have left? I'm an old man, not a young one! What do I need more of, huh?"

Zhouzhou sighed. "Master, stop pretending. I've already calculated it. You're going to live to be a hundred."

He was sixty this year, and with his strong constitution, living another forty years was no problem.

"With your lung capacity, you could probably go on forever," Zhouzhou added, teasing him.

Exposed, Li Yuanming snorted. "I've got plenty more 'few days' left, but those vegetables aren't going to wait!"

Ye Lingfeng noticed his tense expression and spoke up. "When we returned earlier, Director Zhao brought your remains back. He said, 'The Fourth Bureau is always our home. We live as people of the Fourth Bureau and, when we die, our souls will belong to it.'"

Upon hearing those words, Xia Jin's heart slowly eased, and his eyes grew a little moist.

Ye Lingfeng patted him gently on the shoulder but said nothing further.

Before long, the plane touched down, and they disembarked. They went directly to the cemetery.

Zhouzhou, full of energy, led the way, calling out cheerfully, "Grandpa! Uncles, aunties, brothers, sisters, I'm back!"

As soon as her voice rang out, a group of spirits floated over, surrounding her with smiles.

"You're finally back! You should've been here ages ago. Didn't you go on break already?"

Zhouzhou, not needing to hide anything, told them everything about what happened with Qiu Guoliang and the Brian family.

After hearing the story, the spirits' faces grew grim, their fists clenched, full of rage.

"I'd love to kill them!"

How dare they treat their comrades like this?

Many of these spirits had known Qiu Guoliang personally, and even if they hadn't met him in life, they had crossed paths during their time in the afterlife. Qiu Guoliang was someone they held in high regard, and after his mission, they hadn't seen him for a while, worrying that he had perished.

But they never imagined that the outcome would be far worse than they had anticipated.

Everyone was seething with anger.

Just then, Xia Jin stepped forward.

When they saw him, the spirits were overjoyed, rushing to greet him. "Xia Jin!"

After a brief greeting, they all turned their gaze to the grave marker. It was a new one.

When Zhao Xinghua brought Xia Jin's remains back half a month ago, it had been freshly erected.

There were flowers and food placed at the base of the tombstone, all of which had been Xia Jin's favorites when he was alive.

Seeing this, Xia Jin felt a lump rise in his throat.

Ye Lingfeng placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Everyone has missed you. This place will always be your home."