Under the light of the crape myrtle skyfire, you can see that the furnishings of the room are quite simple, and on a single bed, a person is sleeping soundly, breathing evenly, and slightly heavy.

Ye Youyang raised his claws and released Wang Luo's ghost.

Qin Sisi whispered to her, "It's him, go and take a look." ”

Wang Luo's expression was sad, his hands folded together, and he slowly walked to the side of the bed.

The face of a thousand years ago has appeared countless times in my mind, when I was still in the prime of life, day and night, harmonious and happy, in the blink of an eye, one is red and boneless, and the other is gray-haired.

The old man on the bed was over the age of old, his body was emaciated, his face was covered with the relentless marks of time, his eyes were slightly closed, so vicissitudes and loneliness.

Wang Luo's tears fell, and he trembled and stretched out a hand, wanting to caress Wang Longhe's old cheek, but stopped when he was close.

She knew that the yin qi on her body was extremely heavy, and she was afraid that it would adversely affect Wang Longhe's physical health, so she forcibly held back the throbbing in her heart and silently took her hand back.

At this time, Wang Longhe, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes.

Wang Luo was startled for a moment, subconsciously took a step back, and then realized that he couldn't see himself at all.

Wang Longhe exhaled a long breath, sat up against the wall, sat in silence for a moment, and turned on a table lamp at the head of the bed.

The warm yellow light made the room a little lighter, but the wrinkles on Wang Longhe's face became clearer.

I saw him open the drawer of the bedside table, take out a photo from it, put it in front of his eyes and look at it quietly.

Qin Sisi saw it in his eyes, and he was very curious in his heart, so he took a few steps forward, and carefully tilted his body to look at the photo in Wang Longhe's hand.

She was surprised to find that the person on it looked like a middle-aged woman in her forties and fifties, with short ear-length hair, kind eyebrows, and a lovely smile.

A trace of confusion flashed in Qin Sisi's eyes, she was sure that she had never seen the person in the photo, but why did it feel a little familiar?

Qin Sisi raised his head and recalled, the corner of his eye swept over Wang Luo's body.

It's her!

Qin Sisi suddenly realized that the facial features of the woman in the photo were very similar to Wang Luo's, as if it was Wang Luo's more than ten years later.

Qin Sisi retreated and said to Wang Luo, "The person in the photo looks very similar to you. ”

"Huh?" Wang Luo's mouth grew in surprise, lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, and immediately walked to Wang Long's side and looked at the photo.

When he saw the portrait in the photo, Wang Luo finally couldn't control it, covered his mouth and whimpered in a low voice.

Wang Longhe's eyes were gentle and delicate, his rough fingers stroked the photo, and his movements were extremely gentle, as if he was afraid of alarming the woman's gentle smile.

After a while, Wang Longhe said slowly to the photo: "Xiao Luo, I just dreamed of you again, you are smiling at me, smiling so beautifully, just like when we first met......"

"It's been almost thirty years since you left me, and I've been dreaming of you a lot lately, and I think I'm probably about to see you, but I'm a really bad old man now, and I don't know if you still recognize me......"

Wang Longhe babbled a lot, as if it was not a photo on the other side, and a living person, with a smile as warm as water, listened to him quietly.

But Qin Sisi and they all knew that he was just talking to himself in loneliness.

Those old people who are nearing the end of their lives, when death may appear at any time, when life is like a glass of white water, only loneliness and loneliness remain, what they can do, what they want to do the most, is to recall, remember over and over again.

Qin Sisi looked thoughtfully at the old man who was so desolate and bleak when he went to the end of the sunset, Wang Luo's ghost had obviously been imprisoned by that bearded ghost for thousands of years, and he had not been reincarnated, why did Wang Longhe's wife look so similar to her?

Wang Longhe is just an ordinary person, when he is reincarnated, he will definitely drink Meng Po soup that forgets the past, and it is said that he should no longer have an impression of Wang Luo.

Ye You seemed to see through the doubts in Qin Sisi's heart, and whispered in her ear: "Fate is a very wonderful thing, sometimes there is no reason to talk about it, and it is even completely illogical, but maybe because of this, it can be said to be very wonderful." ”

There seemed to be another deep meaning in the words, Qin Sisi's heartstrings were slightly plucked, she turned her head to look at the night, her purple eyes were like an unfathomable pool, and if she was not careful, she would make people fall.

Wang Longhe seemed to be a little tired, and his voice became smaller and smaller, more and more indistinct, and finally he could barely hear it. His head slowly tilted to the side, and he leaned heavily against the head of the bed, his eyes slowly closed, but he still clutched the picture tightly in his hands.

Ye You's tone changed: "He's dying." ”

Qin Sisi was shocked: "Huh? now?"

Ye Yu nodded and said, "There is not much yang energy left in his body, I'm afraid he won't last until dawn." ”

Qin Sisi asked a little nervously, "Then what should we do?"

After saying this, Qin Sisi had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and asked again: "Or, take his soul together?"

Ye Yu thought for a moment and replied: "Such a calm and serene soul, I'm afraid that the soul seducer will come soon, wait a while and see the situation." ”

Qin Sisi nodded and stood quietly with the night.

Wang Luo also seemed to feel something, and slowly half-knelt in front of the window, his wet eyes staring deeply at Wang Longhe's old face, watching his life pass without being helpless.

After a long time, Wang Longhe's breathing became weaker and weaker, and Wang Luo finally couldn't bear it anymore, and trembled and held his old and thin hand.

Under the contact with the thousand-year-old Yin Spirit, Wang Longhe's Yang Qi passed more rapidly, and after a moment, he had stopped breathing.

After a while, a faint phantom floated out of Wang Longhe's body, his face was no different from his body, it was really the soul he had just left his body.

Wang Longhe's ghost had just come to his senses, and what caught his eye was his wife Xiao Luo, who had been thinking about it for thirty years, and he was very excited, so he hurriedly stepped forward to hold Wang Luo's hand and said, "Xiao Luo, I finally see you again." ”

Wang Luo was speechless, just nodded silently with tears in his eyes.

Before Qin Si could think about how to communicate with Wang Longhe's ghost, a cold and dull voice suddenly sounded: "Wang Longhe, it's time to go on the road." ”

Qin Sisi and the two ghosts were taken aback, and when they looked up, they saw a black shadow floating in from the window, their whole body shrouded in a cloak as black as night, and their bodies exuded terror and gloom from hell.