The two sentences came into his ears.
Fang Yang's face turned pale.
But Fang Hongbo's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth, unable to speak.
The one who died... was me?
It seemed that Fang Yang's words broke a certain membrane, and scenes of memory suddenly emerged.
The speeding car.
The smell of disinfectant in the ward.
In the end, he didn't get to see his son.
"The one who died was me?"
Fang Hongbo's original Yang Qi was visibly declining, his face gradually turned blue and purple, and death was rising.
He looked like a wandering ghost.
Fang Yang came back to his senses and knew the meaning of his father's two sentences just now. His father thought he was dead, so he absolutely refused to speak out this "fact", but he also shouted out the fact that his father was dead.
Instantly, intense regret emerged in his heart, his body trembled, and his face turned pale.
Fang Hongbo's voice was miserable.
"I remember..."
"It turned out that I was the one who died. I was hit by a car. I was the one who died. I'm dead!"
Wei Yuan put his palm on the sword to prevent Fang Hongbo's corpse from turning into a ghost. After a look, he put the sword back into the sheath.
Fang Yang didn't know whether it was fear or regret, and stood there motionless.
Fang Hongbo showed a hideous and horrible death. Looking at his son who had exposed this matter, he grinned and pressed his purple hand on Fang Yang's head: "That's great..."
The old man burst into tears and exhaled his last breath.
"You're still alive."
He fell to the ground immediately.
Fang Yang's heart was broken. He screamed and wanted to hug his father, but Fang Hongbo had already died. Fang Yang seemed to realize what he had done at this moment. His body trembled, and he opened his mouth but couldn't speak. It took a long time before he let out a howl.
Wei Yuan put away the sword, closed his eyes, got up and went out, without disturbing him at this time.
The two ghosts beside him also stood up with Wang Honghe, each with a sigh on their faces. The ancient sword and weapon fighting spirit couldn't help but sigh: "If I had known this, why did I do it in the first place? It's a pity that the son wants to support his parents but they are no longer here."
The water ghost said with disdain:
"He didn't even see him for the last time before his father died. He didn't hesitate when he just called out that his father was dead. Now he is crying here to show his filial piety. I think at least half of it is because we outsiders are still here and can't save face. He has to shed a few tears. How many filial sons are acting for others to see?"
The two ghosts argued endlessly, and Wei Yuan didn't participate.
Wait until Fang Yang's voice became hoarse and his emotions gradually calmed down, then he went back.
Looking at the dead Fang Hongbo, he sighed, stretched out his hand, pinched the three mountain fingers, and whispered the Taoist mantra of rebirth:
"The Supreme Command, transcend your lonely soul, all ghosts, four lives are blessed..."
At the same time, the ghost-exorcising talisman flashed in his palm, without forcibly gathering Fang Hongbo's unstable soul, but from the process of its gradual dispersion, trying to find a way to change his cognition and memory, so that Fang Hongbo would forget that he was dead, and instead think that he was the source of his son's death.
The virtual and real scenes flashed before his eyes one by one.
Finally, Wei Yuan saw a man shrouded in a black robe, and sensed a cold and chilly breath, and then Fang Hongbo, who should have died in the memory picture, opened his eyes again, but in Fang Hongbo's eyes, he never saw the man's true face clearly.
The memory picture slowly dissipated.
And the mantra of rebirth also recited the last sentence.
"Save all of us, and let us be reborn as soon as possible. Save all of us, and let us be reborn as soon as possible."
The obsession on Fang Hongbo's body dissipated, and the signs of corpse transformation gradually subsided and disappeared.
.........
That day, Wei Yuan stayed at Fang Hongbo's place of solitude until sunrise before leaving.
No other abnormal incidents occurred, and the whole night was peaceful.
The next day, Wang Honghe was escorted directly to the special operations team office in Quan City, and the matter was explained in detail. Because it involved people who spread evil magic within the scope of Quan City, the special operations team attached great importance to this matter. After asking Wang Honghe about the specific situation, they sent special personnel to deal with the matter.
Wei Yuan hesitated, but still mentioned it to the members of the special operations team, saying:
"If there are other changes in this matter, or if you need help, you can go to the museum to find me."
The mountain king in his dream before made him alert, worried that it was a warning from the crouching tiger waist card, which meant that when the mountain king escaped, he would definitely not forget the hatred at the beginning, which would be a disaster. However, he had also asked the operation team whether there was any progress in the matter of the mountain king, and the information he got was not optimistic.
The mountain king seemed to have disappeared directly from the world.
This made Wei Yuan more alert.
Obviously, the big monster that could serve as Zhang Daoling's opponent at the beginning was not easy to deal with.
And these two things made him have an urgent need to improve his own strength, but now he is in the stage of slowly improving his skills and swordsmanship. Although he has practiced every day for the past two months, he cannot reach the sky in one step.
Although the Jinyu bird is powerful, it is a subordinate of the mountain king. Wei Yuan does not think that the treasure transformed by the Jinyu bird after its death can counter the power of the mountain king. In this situation, if he wants to improve his own strength, he may still need to exchange merits for things in the Han Dynasty's treasure house.
And if he wants to get merits, he must kill the evil spirits in the world.
That's why there is this sentence.
Someone is willing to help, and the members of the special operations team naturally agree.
After that, Wei Yuan returned to the museum and practiced swordsmanship and Crouching Tiger Jue as usual.
No matter what means he has in the future, even if it is a trump card like Jinyu bird's wind control magic, swordsmanship and Taoism are still the most basic and important parts, and he cannot slack off in practice. Fang Yang has never appeared again. It is only heard that the special operations team members were asked to expel the evil spirits from Fang Hongbo's body before reburying it.
Wei Yuan just felt that the old man finally calmed down in a sense.
Three days later, Zhang Hao, who had escorted Wei Yuan back from the Zhang Yue incident, suddenly came to visit.
Wei Yuan was a little curious, so he welcomed him in and poured two cups of tea.
Zhang Hao looked around at the interior decoration of the museum and then looked away. Next to him was a young man in a suit. The young man looked gentle and capable. He introduced himself as a lawyer from the largest law firm in Quan City, then took out a document from his briefcase and handed it to Wei Yuan, smiling:
"This is what Mr. Fang Yang entrusted us to pass on to you, Mr. Wei, before he left Quan City."
Fang Yang?
Wei Yuan took it and opened the document, glanced at it, and was slightly surprised.
This is the purchase and sale contract for this museum.
The lawyer explained: "Mr. Fang Yang has some work to do in the New World. In addition, he said that he has some personal reasons and cannot submit this contract to you personally. He can only entrust us to do it on his behalf. However, all the procedures on it have been completed. You only need to sign it."
"You will own all the rights and interests of this museum."
Sales contract.
Wei Yuan flipped through the documents and looked at the required amount. The water ghost looked at him and secretly murmured with the knife ghost. Did Fang Yang see them and think that this museum was a bit weird, so this cool guy didn't dare to come, and even called it a sale.
Although this museum is in the old neighborhood, it is precisely because it is an old district that there is a possibility of demolition plan.
The value is actually quite high.
But when Wei Yuan saw the words on the amount, he was slightly surprised, and then a slight smile appeared.
It said "The last hour with my 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 that, you did offer a price far more expensive than this museum. Mr. Fang felt that it was a bit vulgar to simply use money as a reward, so he handed over this museum that both his father and he valued to you. It should have greater value in your hands."
"In addition, he hopes to convey his gratitude."
Wei Yuan nodded.
The lawyer exchanged a few more pleasantries, then said that he had other things to do and got up to leave. Zhang Hao was still there. Seeing that the lawyer had left, he got up and walked two quick steps to close the door. He turned around, looking headache, and said, "Master Wei, I may need your help this time."
He raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, sighing:
"As for the ghost restaurant that the old man said, the ghosts over there seem to be a little too smart."
"When we police went there, 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 few simple words with the lawyer, he put his phone down, raised his hand to cover his cheek, and looked exhausted.
It was broad daylight in Shenzhou, but it was already night 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 there would be a burst of pain and a strong sense of self-loathing.
He sat in the study, and the whole person looked much older.
I don't know how long it has been.
Beep, beep, beep——
The laptop screen lit up.
A new email.
Is it a message from a partner?
Fang Yang perked up, but found that it was an unfamiliar address. After hesitating for a while, he opened the email.
"Do you want your father to accompany you?"
There was only one line of words on the screen, but Fang Yang's movements froze instantly.
People's desires will not disappear, and people's hatred will not stop.
People's attachment will always exist, and people's guilt will always be entangled in their hearts when they dream at midnight.
These are all obsessions.
Obsessions will not disappear, and techniques are born from them.
In the bustling city, the lonely soul wanders silently, and the computer screen illuminates the face.
After an unknown amount of time, Fang Yang's fingers moved and tapped the keyboard.
Click——
Fang Yang's choice is not important, whether everyone thinks it is a rejection or an agreement~