Chapter 26 He is already dead

Mr. Xiao and Xiao Nan were also full. One was busy adding tea to the little girl, and the other was holding his head with both hands and looking at Su Qingtian with a smile.

Su Qingtian, on the other hand, seemed to be in a deserted place, all she could do was bury her head in the food and not know there was anyone around her.

Seeing the little girl finally put down the dishes and chopsticks, Fang Dawei opened his mouth anxiously to ask, but before he could say a word, he was so shocked by the other party's ruthless words that he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"You have a good rest here for a day, and you can go back tomorrow. There is no need to look for it."

Su Qingtian looked at Fang Dawei with her black eyes and her voice was clear.

"He is dead."

"Dead...dead?!"

The man blinked slowly, as if he was experiencing a silent nightmare. He looked blankly at Su Qingtian, digesting the cruel results given by the other party.

After being like this for a few seconds, Fang Dawei suddenly shouted hysterically, "You, you are talking nonsense!"

"How could my son die? My Dabao must still be alive! You are talking nonsense!"

Meng Fang saw that the man was a little agitated, so he reached out and patted Fang Dawei on the shoulder with controlled force.

After just a moment, Fang Dawei immediately calmed down and sat down in his seat.

But he still looked at Su Qingtian unwillingly, "Dabao... I don't believe it, he is definitely not dead. You made a mistake!"

"If you don't believe me, how about I let you see him?"

These words completely shocked Fang Dawei, and he subconsciously asked, "Is Dabao here?"

The man looked around in panic, trying to find his son, but when he looked through the private room, there was no such little boy at all.

"Did you see him?"

Looking at Su Qingtian again, Fang Dawei suddenly understood that maybe only this little girl could see Dabao.

Su Qing nodded her head, and touched her full belly with her little hands under the table. This full belly should be able to withstand the subsequent wear and tear on her body.

"Uncle Meng, could you please close the window and guard the door?"

After Su Qingtian said to Meng Fang, she looked at Mr. Xiao, "Grandpa, take cousin Nan out for a walk. Things here will be over in about half an hour."

"inappropriate."

Mr. Xiao would never let his precious granddaughter stay alone with a strange man. Although he did not believe in ghosts and gods, he would not put the little girl in danger.

"Meng Fang, take Nan'er out for a walk and come back in half an hour."

Meng Fang confirmed that Fang Dawei had no martial arts skills after the palm strike just now, so he received the order and took Xiao Nan out of the restaurant.

It's just that Xiao Nan couldn't bear to be separated from Tiantian sister, but she didn't dare to go against her grandfather's wishes. She hugged and touched Su Qingtian for a long time before being carried out of the wine shop by Meng Fang.

When leaving Qingfeng Tower, Meng Fang specifically asked the shopkeeper that no one should approach General Xiao's box.

The shopkeeper is also aware of the taboos of the big shots, so he accepts the scraps of silver and naturally obeys them.

It wasn't until Xiao Nan and Meng Fang disappeared from the street corner that Su Qingtian slowly closed the last window.

"Grandpa, please stand behind me."

Su Qingtian looked at Fang Dawei and said, "Don't move around. If the formation breaks down and you can't see your son, don't blame me."

The man nodded quickly, indicating that he would never act recklessly.

Seeing that everything was ready, Su Qingtian took out a spiritual pestle from her sleeve.

This spiritual pestle is completely lavender, with a faint light surrounding the spiritual pestle, and the complex patterns on it are vaguely visible.

It is a top-grade seventh-level magic weapon, and it is also a magic weapon that can grow with its owner. This kind of magic weapon that can continue to grow is a treasure that countless cultivators want to obtain by all means.

In fact, this was a gift given to Su Qingtian by the junior uncle as an apology on a certain birthday in the upper world.

According to the unabashed young master's uncle, he spent a lot of energy and cultivation to refine this spiritual pestle, which can be said to be a lot of hard work.

But after it fell into Su Qingtian's hands, its most useful functions were to cut watermelons and peel apples.

Su Qingtian walked up to Fang Dawei, and the man knelt down at the same height as her.

"Close your eyes."

The man immediately closed his eyes tightly.

Su Qingtian held the spiritual pestle in her hand and gathered her few spiritual power on it, then slowly raised it and gently passed it across Fang Dawei's eyes.

"alright."

As Su Qingtian finished speaking, the man opened his eyes anxiously and looked around.

And his beloved son Fang Dabao was standing opposite him, looking at him with tears in his eyes.

"Dabao, you are really here!"

Fang Dawei roared excitedly, but he remembered Su Qingtian's words and did not dare to move.

He was afraid that his recklessness would scatter his son's soul.

"Daddy."

Fang Dabao was still a child. After so many days, his father could finally see and hear him. Naturally, he rushed over excitedly and hugged Fang Dawei's neck.

Feeling his son's real embrace, Fang Dawei's heart beat rapidly with excitement, but the son in his arms seemed to have no warmth. He could touch the other person's body firmly, but he could not feel any body temperature at all.

Mr. Xiao, who was standing behind Su Qingtian, looked at the strange scene in front of him and was speechless for a moment.

The spirit pestle only temporarily opened Fang Dawei's eyes. Mr. Xiao could not see Fang Dabao, so in his eyes, Fang Dawei was just talking to himself in the air, and made strange gestures such as hugging from time to time.

He looked around at the slightly dim environment. Are there really so-called ghosts here?

Lowering his head, he saw that his granddaughter was holding peach cakes and chewing them again. He bent down and whispered in Su Qingtian's ear.

"Qingtian, can you let grandpa see Dabao too?"

Su Qingtian, who was originally content, frowned slightly when Mr. Xiao approached. She raised her eyes to look at her grandfather, who was covered in black energy, and couldn't help but click her tongue twice in her heart.

This evil spirit had only been dissipated for a few days, but why did they all surround her grandfather when she couldn't see him.

Originally, Mr. Xiao had a great righteousness to protect his body and was blessed by his ancestors, which prevented these evil spirits from entering his body.

If you open his heavenly eyes now out of curiosity, you are actively opening a door for the evil spirit to invade your body.

The gain outweighs the loss.

"Grandpa, if you are not a relative, it is best not to look at it. It will make Dabao's soul fly away."

The little girl kept her expression straight and said nonsense in a serious tone, "They are father and son. They are directly related by blood, and outsiders cannot look down upon them."

Mr. Xiao was stunned. He didn't expect that there were so many rules for seeing a ghost.

Now that his granddaughter said it, he naturally gave up the idea.

Although he didn't know at all that this was Su Qingtian's reason for talking nonsense with him in order to protect him.

"Dabao, how did you die?"

After seeing his son's soul, Fang Dawei completely believed what Su Qingtian said. He endured his heartache and asked, "Where is your body?"

Dabao looked at his father's haggard face and shook his head.
Chapter completed!