Chapter 68 Why?!
He Liqun's body trembled, and he became somewhat agitated.
His eyes suddenly lit up in a frightening way.
Seeing his strange expression, He Qijiang took the item from his hand with a puzzled look.
Curious, I followed their gaze.
Looking at that "hardworking and dedicated" figure outside the window, he also fell silent.
He Lixin looked at the group with a puzzled expression, his head full of question marks.
Seeing He Liqun run over excitedly, holding Zhong Wan tightly with both hands, she was even more puzzled.
"Wanwan! So people really do become ghosts after they die, huh? What about Ruirui..."
"Where is Rui Rui? Can I see Rui Rui?!"
Seeing He Liqun's red-rimmed eyes pleading,
He Lixin couldn't help but sigh, his eyes welling up with tears. He sniffed, quickly turned his head away, and quietly reached out to wipe his face.
Looking at the old man He Qijiang, who was holding the painting and staring blankly, He Lixin reached out to support him without saying a word.
Sensing the movement beside him, He Qijiang patted his hand and whispered, "Call Yangyang and have him bring the Zhang family here."
"Um?"
He Lixin looked up in confusion: "No need to go..."
Before he could finish speaking, he saw the black phantom outside and fell silent.
No wonder...
No wonder He Liqun was so agitated all of a sudden...
Looking at his expectant eyes, Zhong Wan shook her head heavily and explained in a somewhat hoarse voice, "Big brother, I haven't seen Rui Rui's ghost yet."
Upon hearing this, He Liqun's eyes dimmed considerably, and he staggered slightly.
Lin Yan'an and Zhong Wan quickly reached out to support him.
Lin Yan'an said in a low voice, "It's a good thing that you didn't see it. Big brother should think more positively."
Zhong Wan quickly added, "Yes, big brother, so far, all the ghosts I've seen are trapped in the human world in pain because of various obsessions. You should be happy that you haven't seen Rui Rui."
Hearing this, He Liqun smiled wryly and murmured, "Yes, we should be happy..."
His rational mind accepted this explanation, but he still felt incredibly dejected.
He slumped weakly in the chair, staring blankly at Old Zhang, seemingly lost in thought.
Seeing that he had calmed down, He Lixin finally felt relieved.
He picked up his phone and quickly called Zhong Yang to explain the situation.
Zhong Yang hung up the phone, looked at the silent Zhang Mingyuan in front of him, and then at Old Zhang's wife with red and swollen eyes and his daughter Zhang Mingjiao, and said in a deep voice: "If you don't believe me, that's fine too."
"Come with me now and we'll see."
"Uncle Zhang's spirit is currently at my maternal grandfather's house..."
"What did you say?!"
Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Mingyuan hurriedly grabbed his arm, his voice hoarse, and said, "I..."
"My father's soul?"
Zhang Mingjiao looked at Zhong Yang and gave a bitter smile: "We're classmates, why do you have to say these things to deceive us?"
"Where in this world is there a soul?"
Before Zhong Yang could even speak, Pei Xingyu was the first to object.
He reached out and grabbed Zhong Yang's arm, looking at the three members of the Zhang family, who were truly convinced.
They've been dragging their feet for so long without giving a definite answer. We've even shown them, and they still don't believe us.
Could he possibly send Old Zhang's ghost over to them?
Pei Xingyu said irritably, "Whether it exists or not, you can go and see for yourselves."
"It's just a couple of steps, and you won't lose a piece of meat just by going out!"
"Alright, Zhong Yang, let's go!"
Pei Xingyu grumbled angrily, "I've never seen a ghost wearing shackles before. This is such a waste of my time."
shackles?
Upon hearing this, Zhong Yang's eyes lit up. Remembering what his sister had said, he quickly asked again, "Do you know what the numbers 3280 and 876 mean to Uncle Zhang?"
3280, 876.
Old Zhang's wife's eyes widened the moment she heard those two familiar numbers. She wiped her face, staggered to her feet, and tightly gripped Zhong Yang's arm, her voice choked and trembling as she asked, "How did you know those two numbers?"
Zhong Yang lowered his eyes, looking into her excited yet sorrowful eyes, and said softly, "My sister said that these two strings of numbers are like shackles, trapping Uncle Zhang's soul."
Old Zhang's wife was stunned upon hearing this, and the next second she collapsed to the ground.
"Aunt Zhang!"
"mom!"
"Mom! What's wrong?"
Seeing her like that, the group was instantly shocked.
Zhang Mingyuan raised his hand and slapped Zhong Yang's hand away, his swollen eyes glaring at him angrily. Before he could even speak, he heard his mother burst into tears.
"Wow... Old Zhang..."
He quickly turned around to look.
His mother was sobbing and pounding her chest with her fist.
"Why?! Why wasn't I the one who died?!"
"mom!"
Zhang Mingyuan quickly knelt down and pulled her into his arms, holding her arm with one hand and gently stroking the back of her head with the other, softly comforting her, "Mom, it's alright..."
"You still have me and Jiaojiao, you can't abandon us."
"Yes, Mom..."
With tears blurring her vision, Zhang Mingjiao held her mother's hand, sobbing as she comforted her, "Dad's gone, you can't leave me behind too."
"Yes, Mom and you all..."
Old Zhang's wife hugged her child tightly, as if she had found the strength to pull herself together.
She gripped Zhang Mingyuan's hand tightly: "Mingyuan, help me up."
Her voice choked with emotion, and her eyes were red and swollen, but she spoke with unwavering determination: "We're going to Uncle He's house."
"Let's go together... to see your father off on his final journey."
Zhang Mingyuan and Zhang Mingjiao exchanged a glance, their eyes full of confusion, but looking at their mother's expression, they couldn't say anything.
The sky outside was overcast, and the rain was getting heavier.
Several people, holding umbrellas, arrived at He Qijiang's place.
As soon as I reached the gate, I saw them all standing there with umbrellas.
A hint of doubt flashed in Zhang Mingyuan's eyes. Seeing their somber expressions, he followed their gaze with a puzzled look.
When they saw the umbrella slowly floating in the air, their eyes widened instantly.
Seeing this, Pei Xingyu eagerly took the drawing paper and handed it over.
Zhang Mingyuan glanced at him, puzzled, then instinctively reached out his left hand to take it. Looking down, he saw...
Looking at the familiar face on the drawing paper, my eyes welled up, and tears instantly dripped onto the paper.
Zhang Mingyuan panicked, gripping the drawing paper tightly with his left hand and instinctively wiping it away with his right.
Everyone forgot that it was raining that day.
Seeing more raindrops falling on the paper, Zhang Mingyuan quickly shielded the paper with his body.
But unexpectedly,
The paper in front of me actually has built-in protection?!
As if coated with a protective film, raindrops fell on the drawing paper, but the paper in front of me remained completely dry.
He looked at it again and again in disbelief, and seeing the perfectly intact portrait, he instantly breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhang Mingyuan gave a stiff, forced smile and looked up.
When I saw the figure in the distance, I burst into tears instantly.
"dad!"
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