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049 Returning Thoughts

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    Then think about it, it is normal for these evil spirits to be afraid of Yang Qi, otherwise, if they are allowed to attack unscrupulously, how can the living have a way out?  Hehe, the so-called "human beings have their own way, ghosts have their own ways", the "way" and "way" are different, so naturally they cannot interfere with each other.

    Just when I couldn't help feeling emotional, two pairs of unusually familiar big hands touched.  It's still the same excruciating pain as before, but after all kinds of tempering, I have developed a strong immunity to such excruciating pain, so it's not as painful as before.  My consciousness is still quite clear, and I can feel that the two people who moved my body were the two who scrubbed and changed my shroud earlier.

    Well, why did the two of them come to help so enthusiastically?  Bah, why would they be enthusiastic?  These two guys are definitely profit-seeking people.  No benefit, they will never be like this!  It seems that my original guess that "they are with the old man" is indeed true!  If these two guys couldn't get the commission from the old man, then with their temperament, they must have run away long ago. How could they come to help so kindly?

    Alas, I wonder if my son realizes that he has fallen into someone else's trap?  After regaining the ability to move, I must give some advice to my son, so that he can understand the dangers of the world.

    I was roughly thrown onto the cart by those two guys.  Stimulated by the piercing pain, I couldn't help cursing angrily: "Bastard! Can you be gentle?" If I could really curse out loud, then these two bastards would definitely be scared out of their wits.  Haha Imagining the panicked and pale faces of those two guys, I can't help but feel both funny and relieved.  These two guys are nothing. They must have seen my son and wife busy tidying up their things and didn't notice them, so they were so rude.

    "Crack, creak", the cart started to move.  Not long after, there was a sound of cramped footsteps from behind.  It must be the son and wife who came in a hurry after tidying up their things.  I can feel the shaking of my body, which is very comfortable.  Shaking and shaking, I felt a little drowsy.  But, I know I can't fall asleep.  Since being trapped in my body, I have not only lost the ability to speak and act as a normal person, but also lost syncope and sleep and so on.  Although I couldn't fall asleep, the feeling of being sleepy or not seemed to be quite enjoyable.

    Pass through the deep corridor, go down to the first floor through the elevator, step over the steps in front of the gate, and finally come to the expensive temporary hearse.  Tilting, quivering, I knew the dolly was being pushed onto the hearse.  Finally smooth and still, it appears that the cart is completely pushed onto the cart.  Then there was a sound of "dong dong" and "dong dong", which should be the sound made by the son and his wife when they put the things they had sorted out in the carriage.

    Through their conversation, I knew that in the end, only my son stayed in the carriage with me.  Of course I know that I didn't really die, but my relatives don't know!  Maybe it was for guidance, maybe it was because of fear, anyway, the wife and son-in-law sat in the front very decisively.  This compartment is completely isolated from the front seats.  So now, all I can hear is my son's breathing.

    The engine rang, and the body began to shake.  Oh, what a pity!  Before he really died, he was dragged back as a dead body.  If I "come alive" again, then I don't know how to get along with my parents and fellow villagers.  Alas, when the time comes, will they regard themselves as fraudulent corpses?  What should I do if I scare someone into a bad situation?  If they attack me desperately in fear, wouldn't I be in danger?  Forget it, let's wait until I really recover before worrying about it.

    Well, why hasn't the son made a sound?  You won't be afraid of being alone in the same place with me, will you?  Thinking of this, I can't help but worry about my son.  I'm just such a precious son, I don't want him to be frightened because of me.  Alas, this old woman (referring to wife), why did you run to the front?  To guide the way, one son-in-law is enough!  If you sit in the back and have one more person to accompany your son, then your son will not be so frightened that he dare not come out.

    I know that no matter how much I complain now, it will be useless, so I have to listen to my son's breathing helplessly.  wrong!  The son's breathing at the moment was quite gentle, not as if he was extremely frightened at all.  Because, I know that once a person is afraid, his breathing will definitely become short of breath.  Ha ha, it seems that I am worrying too much!  Thinking of this, I can't help but feel more relaxed.

    Why did the son keep silent?  Hehe, my son has already regarded me as a dead person, so is it possible that he still chatters with a dead person?  Not right!  Even if he doesn't want to talk to my "dead ghost" father, he should always think of calling the funeral, right?  I don't believe it,?In such a short period of time, he has notified all the relatives and friends of my "death"?  Logically speaking, he shouldn't have been silent all the time at this time!

    Based on my understanding of my wife, after the doctor announced her death, she would immediately lose consciousness and be in a state of chaos.  At that time, all she knew was to cry.  If my son at that time only knew how to cry, then now I can only lie on the hospital bed in the ward.  Although I don't know anything about the situation at that time, according to my guess, the son at that time must have suppressed the sadness in his heart, and then kept thinking about how to deal with the aftermath.  Well, that is indeed my son!  Sure enough, he has his own good manners, and he can keep things calm.  Although my son's timely response brought me pain beyond torture, I still want to praise my son: "Okay, son, you did a good job!"

    Presumably, the son at that time couldn't care less about grief.  However, after a long period of busy work, my son finally got a moment of leisure, and he was sitting beside me.  I can imagine the feeling of watching my own father, who was presumed dead, up close.  From unbelievable to having to accept the cruel fact, such a psychological transformation is absolutely extremely painful.  Perhaps, at that moment, the son was already stupid and stunned!  In turn, the son is bound to fall into unprecedented grief.  My son is a man, and I often say to my son, "A man does not shed tears lightly."  Therefore, the son will never cry like his wife.  However, that kind of silent sadness is definitely more hurtful than crying!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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