As Ge Chusheng's voice fell, he saw his eldest brother collapse before his eyes with a 'thud,' falling to the ground in tears.
When Ge Yingwu fell, it was as if Mount Tai was toppling, striking Ge Chusheng's back. He felt a mountainous pressure descend, his knees went soft, and he nearly knelt down.
"Big... Brother..," Ge Chusheng's eyes widened; his mind turned into a complete mess as he mumbled.
He felt as if his soul had been struck by thunder. The brother he loathed to the bone had died?
"Ha ha, it's you. Long time no see. How have you been?" Ling Fan saw Ge Chusheng, smiled faintly, and greeted him lightly.
"Thud!"
Upon hearing those words, it seemed as if a grand bell rang in Ge Chusheng's heart. He broke into a cold sweat and could no longer hold himself upright, eventually kneeling down.
Looking at the inexplicably deceased Ge Yingwu, he couldn't stir up even a bit of joyful excitement.