I led them to a dark and secluded place. I sat on the protruding steps and rubbed my forehead: "Tell me, what's the matter?"

The old man hesitated awkwardly, but refused to speak.

"Don't tell me? Forget it, see you!" I waved my hand impatiently and was about to leave.

"etc!"

Before I could stand up completely, I sat back down again: "If you have something to say, speak hesitantly. It's a weird thing to be a ghost like you."

"That's it." The old man finally sighed and started talking: "We all died in that hospital."

"It's obvious." I interrupted: "Let's get to the point."

"But the strange thing is that we were not taken away, but were trapped there. Do you know? That kind of unclear fear is so torturous. We also asked other souls stranded on the floor about them.

We can’t explain why we were left behind. If you hadn’t appeared, we would have stayed there until we disappeared. But we met you, and as long as we followed you, we were able to leave that cage. We want to know the reason.

We want to be saved even more, please help us." The old man's attitude was modest, and the pain in his eyes almost crushed the old man.

I squinted my eyes and looked at them for a long time, then waved my hand helplessly: "You should not die, but you died instead, do you understand?"

"..."

The middle-aged woman's eyes widened and she looked at me tremblingly: "What do you mean?"

"To put it simply, you died before it was time to die. Those unused yangshou imprisoned you in the place of death. Do you understand?" I smiled bitterly and waved to arrest the flowers.

come over.

Hua'er struggled in horror, her eyes full of fear and uneasiness: "Auntie! Grandpa!"

"Flowers! Put the flowers." The middle-aged woman wanted to rush over, but was stopped by the old man, who shook his head at it.

Holding the flower in my hand, I flicked my wrist and raised the flower in front of me: "You... still had more than forty years to live, but you died in a car accident, and you died in the hospital due to a cold..." The old man

Those annoying threads were in my hand. After a brief search, I found the life trajectories of these people. However, without exception, their lives were cut off by external forces, but I was unable to find out.

The reason, this shows that the people who cut off their lives forcefully were not people from this world. In other words, the reason for their death was people, the same people they once were.

"What?" The old man suddenly jumped up: "Hua'er also died of a cold?"

"Grandpa." Hua'er curled her lips aggrievedly: "Hua'er just slept like this. Will Hua'er never see her mother again?"

"Quack doctor!" the middle-aged woman said bitterly: "I died of postoperative infection."

"Little girl, since you know the cause of our death, can you tell us how to leave? We don't want to go back to that place." The old man twisted his old face in pain.

No one will have too much favorable impressions of their own place of death. Leaving has always been the most urgent thing for them. Now that they have a straw to catch, how can they let it go so easily?

"When the time is up, you can leave of course. Why are you so persistent?" I frowned.

"No... no, I don't want to go back, don't..." the middle-aged woman was a little hysterical, "I don't want to go to the operating room and die every day."

"If you don't think about it, if you don't recall it, if you don't remember it, everything will be fine." I rubbed my ears. Ghost screams are never pleasant.

"How can I forget it when I'm there?" the old man said decadently.

The tearing pain in his lungs every day almost made him lose his mind. His whole body felt like fire at one moment and like an ice cellar at another. The feeling of desperately panting but unable to draw in air almost drove him crazy.

"We won't accept you until your life is over." I shook my head.
Chapter completed!