In the second half of the night, when it was almost dawn, Wang Youfu's soul was sent back, but the person did not wake up. Wang Jingzhe told Xiaoma that we would stay for another day and wait for him to wake up.

Xiaoma smiled and said, "It's okay, brother, I'm used to our day after day."

This day was a very ordinary day for them, and they were all done with eating, drinking, sleeping, but for Wang Chuang and his mother, this day was almost as long as a century. They stayed by Wang Youfu's side without eating, drinking, or sleeping, and their eyes almost never left. Wang Chuang asked Wang Jingzhe several times when he woke up, and the frequency of the question almost made him anxious.

If Wang Youfu woke up, it would undoubtedly be another rebirth for him, and it would be a rebirth for the Wang family to clear the clouds and mists and see the blue sky.

That night, Wang Jingzhe woke up after a sleep. Wang Chuang sat next to Wang Youfu with his head hanging down. He lost weight a lot, but he was still holding his feet. When he saw Wang Jingzhe, he couldn't help asking again: "Brother, aren't you awake yet?"

Wang Jingzhe looked at his pitiful look and stretched out his hand to open Wang Youfu's eyelids. He was stunned before, and his eyes were very dull, and his pupils seemed a little dispersed than ordinary people when he lost his soul. At this time, his people were not awake, but his eyes were completely normal. Wang Jingzhe probably adapted to himself, and after this stage, he should be able to wake up. He could only tell Wang Chuang to persevere.

"Oh..." After all, Wang Chuang, who had been suffering for almost a day and a night, finally waited for the dawn. He almost noticed it when Wang Youfu woke up, because his eyes always fell on him. He would definitely be the first to know if his son had any movement.

Wang Youfu opened his eyes first, then slowly raised his eyelids. As soon as he opened it, he saw Wang Chuang's face. The father and son were speechless. Wang Chuang stretched out his rough calluses and touched his face. His lips were trembling and opened several times, but in the end he didn't spit out a single word.

Suddenly, Wang Youfu's mouth moved, and a word that seemed to have appeared after half a century was very simple and difficult. It was just one, which made Wang Chuang's man with more than 100 pounds unable to hold back.

"dad……"

Wang Jingzhe let out a sigh and waved to Xiaoma. The two walked out of the house and came to the yard. They heard Wang Chuang and his mother crying. During this period, they were mixed with Wang Youfu's intermittent and unskilled words. After all, they hadn't spoken much for nearly twenty years, so he was a little uncomfortable.

Xiao Ma smoked and smiled, "Brother Wang, I found that doing some good things makes people feel happy. Although I didn't do anything, I always helped me a little. When I saw the three of them hugging each other, my heart was relieved and very warm."

Wang Jingzhe nodded and said, "Yes, people's hearts must be kind."

Xiao Ma scratched her head and said awkwardly: "Why did I feel like I want to convert to Buddhism when I heard what you said?"

"Haha, you must have done too much trouble in your daily life." Wang Jingzhe said, pointing at him.

"Doesn't it count?"

"You are willing to do it. This matter is at most a moral issue and is not a bad thing, but if you stab someone to death, you will be guilty."

"It's okay, I usually pay attention to safety index. I'm good at her and I..."

Wang Jingzhe and Xiaoma chatted outside for a while, leaving a chance for the three of the Wang family to relate to their long-lost family affection. In fact, he didn't feel that he was doing this now, so he just took it. However, Wang Jingzhe sighed that he had pulled too many people, but no one could pull himself up.

More than twenty minutes later, Wang Chuang, with red eyes, led Wang Youfu out, pointed at Wang Jingzhe and asked him to kneel down. He hurriedly stopped him and said with a smile: "Don't, I'm about the same age as him. If he kneels down, I will not be able to make a living."

"Brother, thank you very much. I, I really don't know what to say." Wang Chuang said excitedly.

"It's okay, it's okay." Wang Jingzhe waved his hand and said, "Let me talk to him for a while. I have something to ask."

"Okay, okay, you're lucky, you'll go and talk to your Uncle Wang."

Wang Jingzhe pointed outside, and Wang Youfu followed him out of the yard. The two of them strolled on the village road in the night.

"Wake up, how do you feel?"

"I can't remember many things," Wang Youfu shook his head and said.

"I don't remember a lot, but I still remember a lot, for example?" Wang Jingzhe asked.

Wang Youfu frowned, and the deep affection on his face showed a scent of memories. Part of the reason why Wang Jingzhe resurrected him was that he estimated that Wang Youfu went to the underworld after his death in his previous life. When he was reincarnated, he might have some differences and differences with ordinary people entering the six realms of reincarnation. It is speculated that it must be determined by Wang Youfu.

"I, I probably remember that I was in a very far place, dark, cold, nothing, only many people like me, all walking with their heads down, yes, yes, they walked along the road, okay, it seemed like there was no end, because I didn't know how long I walked until I saw a bridge and a city..."

"Pa" Wang Jingzhe lit a cigarette, knowing that what Wang Youfu remembered was his life in the underworld. Wow, he really reached out to pull him back. There was nothing wrong with it. This is what he wanted to hear.

"I went up to the bridge, and then someone gave me a bowl of soup, but, when I was about to drink it, someone didn't let me drink it."

Wang Jingzhe raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that Wang Youfu actually skipped the stage of drinking Mengpo soup. This was interesting.

"Later, I was led into the city, and then, and then, I walked to a place that seemed to be like the lobby. I was locked, my hands, feet and head were locked."

From Wang Youfu's intermittent narrative, Wang Jingzhe roughly figured out such a line based on his own experience and guesses.

After Wang Youfu died, he went to the Naihe Bridge from the Huangquan Road, but he did not drink the bowl of soup. He was taken directly into the Hall of Yama for trial, because as long as he was divided into good and evil before his life, it was absolutely inevitable. The judge will determine based on your life experience, whether you were reincarnated, entered purgatory or to be punished in the eighteenth level of hell, and what he should do after he was determined. The only thing he didn't understand is why Wang Youfu decided that he could become a village guard after his death, which was equivalent to being specially taken care of. After all, if he did not come to the village guard, according to the sins he committed during his life, he would definitely go to several hells to go through, which obviously gave him a chance to make meritorious service.
Chapter completed!