But Fang Hongbo's eyes widened and he opened his mouth, unable to speak.
The dead one...is me?
It seemed that Fang Yang's words broke a certain membrane, and memories suddenly emerged.
A speeding car.
The smell of disinfectant in the ward.
In the end, I was not able to see my son.
"Am I the one who died?"
Fang Hongbo's original yang energy was visibly declining, his face gradually turned blue, and the energy of death surged up.
It has the appearance of turning into a wandering spirit and a resentful ghost.
Fang Yang came back to his senses and understood the meaning of his father's two sentences just now. His father thought that he was dead, so he would never open his mouth to expose this 'fact', but at the same time, he exposed the fact that his father was dead.
one thing.
For a moment, intense regret emerged in my heart, my body trembled, and my face turned pale.
Fang Hongbo's voice was miserable.
"I remember now……"
"It turns out it's me who died. I was hit by a car. It's me who died. I'm already dead!"
Wei Yuan put his palm on the sword to prevent Fang Hongbo's corpse from turning into a demon. He looked at it and put the sword back into its sheath.
Fang Yang didn't know whether it was fear or regret, but he stood motionless.
Fang Hongbo showed a hideous and terrifying death look. Looking at his son who had called out this incident, he grinned and put his hand that turned purple on Fang Yang's head: "That's great..."
The old man burst into tears and breathed his last breath.
"you are still alive."
He immediately fell to the ground.
Fang Yang's heart was as sharp as a knife, and he screamed, wanting to move forward to hug his father, but Fang Hongbo had already made no sound. Fang Yang seemed to know what he had done only at this moment, his body was shaking, and he opened his mouth but could not speak, so
After a while, a cry came out of his mouth.
Wei Yuan put away his sword and closed his eyes, stood up and went out without disturbing him at this time.
The two ghosts beside him stood up with Wang Honghe in their arms, with expressions of sadness on their faces. The ancient sword fighting spirit couldn't help but sigh: "If I had known this, why would I want to raise my son but my mother is not here? What a pity.
"
The water ghost said with disdain:
"His father didn't get to see him for the last time before he died, and he didn't even hesitate when he told his father that he was dead. Now he's here crying and expressing his filial piety. I think at least half of it is because outsiders like us are still here and don't want to lose face.
You can't wipe it off, you have to shed a few tears anyway, how many filial sons are acting for others to see?"
The two ghosts argued endlessly, but Wei Yuan did not participate.
When Fang Yang's voice became hoarse from crying and his mood gradually calmed down, he went back.
Looking at the dead Fang Hongbo, he sighed, stretched out his hand, pinched three mountain fingers, and whispered the Taoist Rebirth Mantra in his mouth:
"The Supreme Lord's decree transcends your lonely soul, all ghosts and ghosts, and is blessed by the four lives..."
At the same time, the ghost exorcism talisman in the palm of his hand flashed by. Instead of forcibly gathering Fang Hongbo's unstable soul, he tried to change his cognition and memory from the process of its gradual dispersion, making Fang Hongbo forget himself.
Although he is dead, he thinks it is the source of his son's death.
Pictures that seemed both virtual and real flashed before my eyes one by one.
Finally, Wei Yuan saw a man shrouded in black robes, and felt a cold and desolate atmosphere. Then Fang Hongbo, who should have died in the memory picture, opened his eyes again, but in Fang Hongbo's eyes, he never saw that clearly.
The true face of a man.
The memory images slowly faded away.
And the last sentence of the Rebirth Mantra was recited.
"I'm here to save everyone, and I'm going to be saved. I'm going to save everyone, and I'm going to be alive."
The obsession on Fang Hongbo's corpse dissipated, and the signs that had begun to transform into corpses gradually converged and disappeared.
………………
That day Wei Yuan stayed where Fang Hongbo lived alone until sunrise before leaving.
There were no other unusual incidents, and the whole night was peaceful.
The next day, Wang Honghe was escorted directly to the Special Operations Group Office in Quan City to discuss the matter in detail. Because it involved people spreading evil spirits within Quan City, the Special Operations Group took this matter very seriously and asked about it.
After Wang Hong understood the specific situation, he sent specialized personnel to deal with the matter.
Wei Yuan hesitated for a moment, then mentioned it to the members of the special operations team and said:
"If there are any other changes in this matter, or if you need manpower, you can go to the museum to find me."
The tiger in his dream made him wary. He was worried that it was a warning from the Crouching Tiger Waist Card, which meant that when the tiger got out of trouble, he would definitely not forget his original hatred and it would be a catastrophe. However, he had also asked before
Is there any progress in the case of the tiger passing through the action team? The information obtained is not optimistic.
It was as if the tiger simply disappeared from the world.
This made Wei Yuan even more wary.
Obviously, this big demon who was Zhang Daoling's opponent cannot be easily solved.
These two things gave him an urgent need to improve his own strength. However, both his martial arts and swordsmanship were at a stage of slowly improving. Even though he practiced every day for the past two months, he could not reach the sky in one step.
Although the Jinyu Bird Demon is powerful, it is itself a subordinate of the tiger. Wei Yuan does not think that the treasures transformed into Jinyu Bird after its death can compete with the power of the tiger. In such a situation, if he wants to improve his own strength,
I'm afraid I still have to exchange my merits for things in the Han treasury.
And if you want to gain meritorious service, you must kill the demons and monsters that are doing evil in the world.
That's why there is this sentence.
If someone is willing to help, the members of the special operations team will naturally agree.
Afterwards, Wei Yuan returned to the museum and practiced swordsmanship and Crouching Tiger Art as usual.
No matter what methods were used in the future, even if it was a trump card like Jin Yuniao's wind-controlling magical power, swordsmanship and Taoism were still the most basic and important parts. We should not slack off in practice. Fang Yang never appeared again, but I heard that please
Members of the special operations team exorcised the evil spirits from Fang Hongbo's body before reburying it.
Wei Yuan just sighed that the old man finally calmed down in a sense.
Three days later, Zhang Hao, who had sent Wei Yuan back during the Zhang Yue incident, suddenly came to visit him.
Wei Yuan was a little curious, so he welcomed him in and poured him two cups of tea.
Zhang Hao looked around at the interior decoration of the museum, then looked away. Next to him was a young man in a suit. The young man looked polite and capable. He introduced himself as a lawyer from the largest law firm in Quan City, and then took the
He took out a document from his briefcase and handed it to Wei Yuan, smiling:
"Mr. Fang Yang entrusted us to deliver this to you, Mr. Wei, before leaving Quan City."
Fang Yang?
Wei Yuan took it and opened the file, glanced at it, his eyes were slightly surprised.
This is the sales contract for this museum.
The lawyer explained: "Mr. Fang Yang still has some work matters in the New World. In addition, he said that he has some personal reasons and is unable to submit this contract to you, the head of the guard hall, in person. He can only entrust us to handle it. But on this matter
All the procedures have been completed and all you need to do is sign."
"You will own all rights to this museum."
Sales contract.
Wei Yuan flipped through the documents and looked at the money he needed. Water Ghost looked at him and secretly muttered to the Weapon Ghost and the others. Maybe Fang Yang had seen some of their brothers and felt that this museum was a bit evil, so he didn't dare to come.
, it is also called a business.
Although this museum is in an old neighborhood, there are plans to demolish it just because it is an old neighborhood.
The value is actually quite low.
But Wei Yuan was slightly surprised when he saw the words on the payment, and then chuckled.
It says 'last hour with father'
Wei Yuan signed his name and handed over the contract.
The lawyer smiled and said: "Mr. Fang Yang said that although you probably didn't mean it, you did give a price that is far more valuable than this museum. Mr. Fang felt that it would be a bit tacky to simply use money as a reward, so he gave me the price."
This museum, which both his father and he valued, is handed over to you, and it should be of greater value in your hands."
"Also, he hopes to convey a thank you."
Wei Yuan nodded.
The lawyer said some more pleasantries, then said that there were other matters, got up and left, but Zhang Hao was still there. When he saw the lawyer leaving, he got up and walked quickly to close the door. He turned around, with a headache on his face, and said
: "Master of the Guard, I may have to ask for your help this time."
He raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, sighing:
"As for that ghost restaurant that old man mentioned, the ghosts there seem to be a bit too smart."
"We policemen went there, but they didn't come out at all..."
……………………
Fang Yang on the other side of the ocean received the news that the contract had been completed.
After a brief exchange with the lawyer, he put down the phone and raised his hand to cover his cheek, his face full of exhaustion.
It's broad daylight in China, but it's already dark here.
He finally coaxed his son to sleep, but when he held his son, he inexplicably thought of his father. Did he hold him like this when he was a child? Then he would feel a burst of pain and strong self-loathing.
Feeling emerges.
He was sitting in the study, looking much older.
I don't know how long has passed.
Drop, drop, drop——
The laptop screen lights up.
A new email.
Is it news from a partner?
Fang Yang regained his composure, only to find that it was an unfamiliar address. He hesitated for a moment before opening the email.
"Want your father to stay with you?"
There was only one line of words on the screen, but Fang Yang's movements froze for an instant.
Human desires will never disappear, and human hatred will never stop.
People's attachment will always exist, and people's guilt will always be entangled in their hearts when they dream back at midnight.
These are all obsessions.
Obsession will never disappear, and skills are born from it.
In the bustling city, the lonely soul wanders silently, and the computer screen illuminates the face.
I don't know how much time passed, but Fang Yang moved his fingers and tapped the keyboard.
snap——
PS: Thank you to the west side for not raining, thank you~
Fang Yang's choice is not important. It doesn't matter if everyone thinks he refuses or agrees~