After saying that, he looked at Wen Li and felt that the girl in front of him was somewhat familiar.
Wen Li smiled slightly and said, "Hello, Auntie, I am Wu Zhihuai's friend. I came here today... to fulfill the wishes of the old lady and her deceased friends."
Wu's mother was stunned.
Wu Zhihuai burst into tears, whether from pain or excitement, it was hard to tell.
The elderly woman in the wheelchair is over ninety years old. She suffered a stroke a few years ago, which has made her uncoordinated and caused her eyesight to become somewhat unfocused.
Wu's mother didn't understand, but she still pushed the old lady back into the room as Wen Li had said.
Turning around, he saw that Wu Zhihuai was still holding a black umbrella, so he asked him to put it down.
Wen Li said, "Draw the curtains, then you can put the umbrella down."
Upon seeing this, Wu Zhihuai's roommate immediately went to draw the curtains.
The surroundings went dark instantly, leaving only a soft light in the room, a light of such intensity that it could not harm the other party.
Wu Zhihuai lowered the black umbrella.
The ghost stared blankly at the frail old woman sitting in a wheelchair in front of him.
The old woman's eyes were cloudy, but at that moment she slowly raised her head.
Wen Li squatted down and whispered in the old lady's ear, "Grandma Wu, do you still remember your brother?"
Wu's mother, who was standing nearby, said, "Xiao Li, she's old and can't hear."
To everyone's surprise, the old lady suddenly nodded, her eyes brightening, and said with difficulty in a creaking voice, "I...I've been looking for him for a long time."
Wen Li smiled slightly: "Your brother has been looking for you for a long time, but for some reasons, he has not been able to meet you. Would you like to see him now?"
The old lady looked at Wen Li with difficulty, and two lines of tears suddenly fell down her cheeks.
"I want to, I want to." The old lady has suffered a stroke and even crying is incredibly difficult for her: "I'm afraid he'll have nowhere to go, no one in the family has ever seen him, I... I don't even dare to die."
"I'm afraid... I'm afraid he won't be able to find his way home."
Her parents died, her neighbors died, and her only brother disappeared while trying to save her.
In that memory, besides the dead, there were the dead, and the dead again.
She knew her brother couldn't have survived.
Wen Li's words brought a glimmer of light to her cloudy eyes.
Wen Li turned around and beckoned to Chao Yegui: "Come here."
The ghost dared not move: "I'll scare her."
"No, no one is afraid of their loved ones."
The ghost hesitated for a moment, then his gaze met the old woman's hopeful eyes, and finally he slowly walked over.
The air was distorted. With each step the wild ghost took, the wounds on its body slowly healed until it squatted down next to the old woman. The wild ghost returned to its appearance before death, just an ordinary boy of seventeen or eighteen years old.
The old woman stared at him in shock, head bowed in stunned silence for a long time. Finally, biting her lip, she pounded her chest and choked out, "My brother..."
Wen Li saw that the obsession on the wild ghost had completely dissipated, but the resentment was impossible to wash away.
After returning from Nanjing, Wen Li sought out the Little Black Impermanence again to help her boost her sales performance. The Little Black Impermanence kept calling her "sister," which made her overjoyed.
Afterwards, Wu Zhihuai and his family expressed their gratitude to her.
Wu Zhihuai later quietly asked her if she had figured out his great-uncle's background from the beginning.
Wen Li answered yes.
Wu Zhihuai and the wild ghost were related by blood, and she knew about the ghost's origins early on.
The ghost had a miserable life in life, and she wanted to do everything she could to help it dispel its obsessions and find itself again.
The wandering ghost is not a wandering ghost, but the soul of Wu Ping'an, who died on December 13, 1937.
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