"That's good." Fang Chengyi seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, his tense chest muscles relaxing for a moment. "I can't be resurrected, and I don't want to be. Sister, can you help me?"
“Of course.” Wu Yue nodded. She had come for his sake. “As long as these three talismans are destroyed, the control over you can be lifted.”
Fang Chengyi's legs were propped up on the steps. Judging by his height alone, he looked like a mature adult, but when he spoke, a hint of naivety could still be seen: "Um, thank you, sister."
"Fang Chengyi, do you regret it?" As Wu Yue asked this question, Fang Chengyi's body, which had risen, slowly stopped. After a few breaths, he slowly propped himself up. Perhaps because he had become a ghost, his body was limp and he was unable to straighten his back.
But in Wu Yue's eyes, the boy stood as straight and upright as a pine tree.
"I'm so tired, I just want to get some sleep."
As soon as Fang Chengyi finished speaking, he laughed with relief, "I'm only seventeen years old. Do I have the right to say such things? Isn't that a bit pretentious?"
“No matter your age, you can say it. Don’t be pretentious.” Wu Yue’s voice was neither loud nor soft, but rather carried a gentle strength, like the embodiment of the god he often prayed to in his heart.
Fang Chengyi couldn't help but silently curl the corners of his mouth again, watching the Soul-Locking Talisman turn to ashes and slowly dissipate in the girl's palm. He seemed to see himself, the learning robot on the talisman, also burning, and he seemed to hear one of the chains binding him break.
*Smack*
The beautiful venomous snake that had been slithering on him darted into the deep forest after it had had its fill.
The talismans on the top of the door have been completely burned.
Wu Yue knocked on the Fang family's door again. Perhaps Fang's mother saw her through the peephole and refused to open the door for a while. If she had waited any longer, she might have called the security guard in charge to come up and take her away.
A human and a ghost stood at the top of the stairs, looking out the window at the soft, fragrant sky and the gradually brightening daylight.
The girl turned her head, her gaze falling on the locked door: "Perhaps we can use unconventional methods to get in."
"Sister!" Fang Chengyi called out to her.
"Um?"
"I have a solution, but I need your help."
"What?" Wu Yue met his gaze, suddenly remembering the method Fang Chengyi had mentioned. Now, the only ones willing to get Fang's mother to open the door, besides the expert who promised to revive Fang Chengyi for her, were Fang Chengyi himself. "If I'm not mistaken, you want your mother to see you?"
Fang Chengyi nodded in agreement: "Yes, sister, do you have a way? You're so capable, you should be able to get my mom to see me. As long as she sees me and thinks I'm still alive, she'll open the door. At that time, you can go in and burn all the survival talismans, burn them to ashes."
"There really is."
Before Fang Chengyi could react, the girl's index fingertip gently touched his brow. A golden lotus seemed to bloom from her fingertip, clear and translucent, its color changing from dark to light before vanishing in an instant.
Although Fang Chengyi is still in ghost form, he can clearly feel that his body is no longer so light and airy. He was swaying before, but now he can stand on the ground.
He tried taking a couple of steps, and it really did feel similar to when he was a human. Then he stomped his feet twice, just like a child doing after putting on new shoes.
Realizing what he was doing, Fang Chengyi turned his face away in embarrassment, quickly stepped up a few steps, stood at the door of his familiar home, and pressed the doorbell.
The doorbell rang about ten times before the door was opened quickly.
"Son! Son! You're finally back!" As soon as Fang Chengyi appeared, Fang's mother grabbed his wrist tightly, as if afraid that he would disappear from her sight at any moment.
Fang's mother's gaze traced the boy's features, her hand still clenched tightly. She didn't know how strong the grip was, but thankfully he was a ghost and no longer felt pain.
With her other hand, she trembled as she stroked Fang Chengyi's face, wanting to express the longing she had felt over the past two days. Just as her hand was about to touch his cheek, Fang Chengyi pulled away, his guardedness, unease, and indifference magnified in his eyes as they were seen by his mother.
"On the day of the study tour... actually, I lied to you. I didn't go on the study tour. I went to Xian'e Mountain alone. That afternoon, as the clouds and mist flickered, I jumped from the highest point and ended my life."
"Mom, I'm already dead. After I died, I prayed that I would never be your child again in my next life. Could you please let me go?"
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