I Have to Take Him Home

Lin Zheng was killed by his own older brother. He couldn't believe it. He wanted to go back and ask him why. The System's voice rang out: “Just make it through these instances. Just hold on, and I'll send you back.” Lin Zheng wiped the tears from his face and touched his chest. It didn't hurt anymore, yet a dull ache still lingered. In the instances, those things made him watch his whole family die over and over again. His father's eyes left open, the gold ring on his mother's hand that no longer shone, the blood dripping from the blade in his brother's grip. Lin Zheng vomited until he was on his knees. Once, he had already put a rope around his neck, but then he saw his brother holding out a plate of braised pork, smiling at him. He had to stay alive.