Chapter 410 Ancestor
Two cotton swabs and a piece of tape were used to plug her needle holes.
Ye Xiaomei sat beside the bed: "I will save you, but you have to tell me what you know."
The old man on the bed seemed to have used up his last bit of strength. He nodded his chin weakly without opening his eyes.
Outside the hospital.
The cold wind blew past, and Ye Xiaomei folded her arms and went into the yard.
The conifer tree is still as crisp as before. There is a cement platform around the roots of the tree where you can sit down and rest.
Ye Xiaomei sat on it.
My buttocks instantly felt cool.
But she obviously didn't care. Her mind was full of what Old Man Yuan said. There was one sentence in it that made her terrified when she thought about it carefully.
——You were possessed by a spirit on the day you died, so the person you thought you were was not you at all.
Ye Xiaomei shuddered.
"I am not me, who am I? Where do I come from and where am I going..."
Ye Xiaomei was trembling.
"Get in the car."
Ye Xiaomei looked in the direction of the voice.
Tang Buci stayed in the driving seat, and Ye Xiaomei raised her hand to open the door of the passenger seat.
She paused and decisively chose the back seat. She wanted to have some peace and quiet.
After getting in the car, Tang Buyi looked at Ye Xiaomei in the rearview mirror with a complicated expression. After thinking for a moment, he said what he wanted to say:
"I was right, wasn't I?"
Ye Xiaomei knew what he meant. He did mention the time when he was treating Tang Buci, and said that they were the same kind of people.
Ye Xiaomei did not answer her. She just wanted to wait until old man Yuan got better and then ask him.
Tang Buci saw that she was in a state of dismay and was obviously traumatized. He just couldn't understand why she didn't believe what he said at the beginning:
"Don't be so depressed. I'm also investigating my own background. It doesn't matter if I'm a human or not. I'm still living well."
Ye Xiaomei smiled bitterly: "You seem to be living a carefree life. Yes, you have no parents, no children, and no kids, so how can you understand the worry in my heart?"
If she were alone, she could be very carefree, but she has parents, a husband and two lovely babies. She, Ye Xiaomei, is not herself. How can she explain her feelings?
Tang Buci smiled faintly, resting his head on his hands and leaning back against the back of the chair, and said in a lazy tone: "Yes, I can't understand it, but there is nothing I can do if you are so depressed."
Ye Xiaomei let out a long breath and sneered, "You always think that money makes the world go round, so of course you only have solutions in your mind."
Ye Xiaomei was scared at the moment. She didn't know how to deal with the news brought by Mr. Yuan. But Tang Bushi didn't worry about whether he was a human or a ghost. He could accept any result.
"Of course. Regardless of whether what the old man said is true or not, as long as the money is in place, there will always be people willing to go through fire and water to help me investigate."
Ye Xiaomei curled her lips: "Then why didn't you find out?"
Tang Buci was unhappy: "Didn't you hear what the old man said? Everyone who knew about it is dead. How can you investigate the dead?"
Ye Xiaomei did not continue to argue with him, but she was still uneasy in her heart. What if the result was an answer that would affect her current happy life?
Thinking of this, Ye Xiaomei took a deep breath. She actually had the idea of backing out. If she never knew whether she would live in such a peaceful state forever.
She has a husband who loves her deeply, two babbling children, a prosperous life, her dream of becoming a wealthy woman with her own hands, and her studies.
Phew...I'd better not know.
"What are you thinking about?" Tang Bu Ci looked at Ye Xiaomei in the mirror, frowning and pulling the corners of his mouth, looking as confused as possible.
"Nothing, I just wonder if nothing would have changed if I didn't know about this."
Ye Xiaomei murmured to herself. Anyway, Tang Bushi was the one who knew the most about her affairs. As for Shang Zhen, she only listened to her own narration and all she knew was that she was the spirit of a snake.
Tang Buci laughed and said, "You are a typical person who is afraid to face reality."
As soon as he finished speaking, a series of footsteps were heard outside the car window, and Director Li's laughter was particularly exaggerated:
"Hahaha, Ye Xiaomei, it's done, it's done. I didn't expect it to be so effective immediately. I have to report this to my superiors tonight."
Tang Buci was extremely anxious. He opened the car door and jumped out: "Are you ready?"
"Yes, she's awake." Director Li smiled happily. He bent over and glanced at Ye Xiaomei in the back seat. Seeing her bewildered look, Director Li was stunned:
"Ye Xiaomei? What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell because you had too much blood drawn? Come down and I'll get you some glucose."
Ye Xiaomei then slowly got out of the car, and Tang Bushi had already run inside.
In fact, he was right, but he just didn't dare to face the reality.
"Why aren't you happy?" Director Li was overjoyed. This way, the document that had been submitted for review for several years would definitely be approved, and he would also be promoted:
"This is a good thing. You saved someone. I will definitely apply for a banner to be presented to you."
"No." Ye Xiaomei shook her head: "I said I don't have hypoglycemia."
Director Li saw that she was in a state of panic and had no intention of being happy at all, so he was too embarrassed to smile:
"Well... okay, if you feel uncomfortable, be sure to tell me."
In the ward, Tang Buci looked at Old Man Yuan, whose face was still dark, and nervously lifted up his cotton shirt. He saw that the edges of the large pieces of stone skin on his body began to fade and soften.
Phew...what a quick effect.
Looking at the hands again, the palms have the most toxins and the stone skin is the thickest, but the skin at the wrists has begun to fade.
"Who... are you?" Old Man Yuan's voice was still hoarse, as if there was a handful of sand stuck in his throat.
Tang Buci's pupils shrank: "Didn't you just say you knew who I was?"
Mr. Yuan was breathing heavily, and the smell of his breath was really unpleasant. Tang Buci took two steps back subconsciously and asked:
"Tell me what you know."
Old man Yuan on the bed let out a long breath and closed his eyes tiredly, but his teeth were clenched tightly:
"Oh, I see. You are the one who is not human."
"..." Tang Buci gritted his teeth and said, "No matter what you say, just tell me."
"I only told this to my ancestors." After saying this, Old Man Yuan coughed twice.
Ancestor? Tang Bu Ci stroked his forehead and asked, "Are you from Changshou Village?" He had heard from the scavenger Zhang Shanren that the older generation called the ancestor snake on the red maple tree the ancestor.
But Old Yuan just shook his head, as if his ancestor wouldn't say a word more.
Tang Buci looked outside the door helplessly. Fortunately, Ye Xiaomei came, but she lowered her head and walked slowly, as if she was counting her steps while walking.
After finally reaching the door of the ward, Tang Buci couldn't wait to pull her in and close the door.
At this time, Mr. Yuan on the bed finally opened his eyes, and the first words that came out of his hoarse voice were:
“Ancestor…”
Tang Buci knew clearly that the person he was addressing was Ye Xiaomei, but he still looked at her again, and for some reason he felt a sense of awe and fear in his heart.
Ye Xiaomei took a deep breath, as if she had made a difficult decision, pulled a stool over and sat at the bedside, lowered her head and murmured:
"Go ahead."
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