Wu Chenxi didn't know the road from the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants to Ouyang's house. It is impossible for her to use her mobile phone to search for directions, ask people, and even take a taxi to Ouyang's house.

After being stunned for a while, she chose a random direction and walked forward.

There is always a bus stop near the district.

When Wu Chenxi saw the bus stop, he was a little expectant. But the six buses at this stop were all ones she had never taken.

I could feel Wu Chenxi's disappointment.

I'm actually more disappointed than she is.

But that was because Wu Chenxi left the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants like this, and he didn't ask the old lady about the house and Ye Qing.

I guess the old lady is going to kill herself.

To be honest, I'm not very sad about it. On the one hand, because the old lady is old, her husband and children have left her, and her life in the nursing home is not very happy; On the other hand, because I believe that the old lady's decision was not an impulse in a hot head, she is not an adolescent sensitive teenager, nor is she an adult who has undergone sudden changes...... She had years to digest these, and it wasn't until Ouyang came to her today that she felt it was time to return here. It's an adult's decision.

I'm a little sad, but I can understand what the old lady did.

Some people choose death for liberation, and some people ...... Choose to continue to work hard to live regardless of life or death.

I couldn't help but think of Ye Qing.

Men, becoming a ghost after death is also a form of life, and the time of becoming a ghost should be cherished.

Ye Qing should be called a model, right?

Until his death, he did not give up the struggle.

While I was thinking about my thoughts, a bus came.

Wu Chenxi looked at the car, standing behind the advertising board at the bus stop and didn't move.

After a while, another car came.

The car was empty.

Wu Chenxi probably used this as the basis for his choice.

She got into the car, and she was careful to avoid the scattered passengers in the car, standing next to the rear door.

The car drove two stops, and Wu Chenxi took advantage of someone to get off the bus and followed suit.

She looked at the license plate on the platform, still disappointed.

When another empty car came, Wu Chenxi got into the car again, still standing in the old place.

When the vehicle was moving, Wu Chenxi looked out the window, worried.

In her field of vision, the scenery outside the window receded one after another.

She suddenly turned her head and looked behind her.

I noticed that the focus of her gaze was on a street sign, which was the sign for the subway.

Wu Chenxi was excited, but the car did not stop, nor did he report the station name.

I knew there was still a long way to go before this car stopped to the next stop.

The intersection ahead is red, and the car stops.

Wu Chenxi looked at the front, then at the back, closed his eyes, and passed through the car door.

An electric car happened to be passing her right in front of her.

Wu Chenxi opened his eyes and saw this scene, and he was so frightened that he retreated, and half of his body merged with the car.

She patted her chest, and hurriedly took advantage of the absence of non-motorized vehicles, ran onto the sidewalk, and ran in the direction of the subway station.

The subway station needs to turn left at the intersection in front and walk another one or two hundred meters.

The platform is at the entrance of a district, and there are not many people at this time.

Wu Chenxi was very pleased, ran down the stairs, paused at the entrance ticket gate, and climbed over the railing with a red face.

I felt something unusual.

Wu Chenxi, this ghost, can be the ghost with the clearest mind and the most complex emotions I have ever encountered. She is still a girl, she has a lot of ideas, she knows that she is dead, and she wants to comfort her friends, but she is very strange to ghosts, and she devotes part of her energy to knowing her new identity.

I've never seen a ghost as clumsy as she is.

She researched the subway route and wrote down the names of the stations she was transferring.

It was still a bit stupid, she took the subway to the eighteenth middle school, and when she got to the eighteenth middle school, she went to Ouyang's house.

During this period, she was also anxious to avoid encountering other living people, which was a hard journey.

When she arrived at Ouyang's house, she found that there was no one at home, and Ouyang's mother and daughter had not returned.

Wu Chenxi sat down on the sofa and looked at the remote control on the coffee table for a while.

After a while, she said to herself: "I can get it, I can get it, I can get it......"

Repeating this sentence constantly, Wu Chenxi gave himself a good psychological construction and reached out to hold the remote control.

Her hand ran through the remote control.

Wu Chenxi was not discouraged, and tried several times, but she just couldn't hold the remote control.

This scene reminded me of my own experience in a dream.

It's easy and hard to accomplish something in this soul form.

Wu Chenxi can sit on the sofa, and before he could get on the bus, take the stairs, and take the subway, but now the Ouyang family on the fourth floor has not passed through those concrete floors and means of transportation, and fell to the ground, or simply fell to the center of the earth and penetrated the earth. In this way, she should be physical, but she can't touch living people. At these times, she becomes a "ghost" again and becomes invisible.

I don't know how to explain this situation.

Maybe it's instinct, like a newborn baby who cries when it's in pain, hungry, thirsty, or uncomfortable.

It may also be because these behaviors have been imprinted into the reflex nerves while still alive. A person may not be able to pick up something because of illness, aging, hand, but it is never possible to pass the body through something else solid. After becoming a ghost, the ghost's behavior is similar to a living person walking and stretching out his hand without thinking.

Whether Wu Chenxi's practice is useful or not, I am looking forward to the results.

If she can succeed with practice, I should be able to practice to allow myself to move in dreams, rather than relying on my ability to move from time to time and with fluctuating emotions.

A question occurred to me.

If this matter can be achieved through practice, why have Gu Mo, Nangong Yao, and Xuanqing Zhenren never been with me? They always let me go with the flow, calmly look at the supernatural events, never asked me to do anything, and even those files, they didn't let me read them quickly, but they had the best attitude of casualness.

The only thing Nangong Yao mentions about ability improvement is when the ability is stronger, that is, when people like us are closer to death.

Be...... Is it for this reason?

Because of this, they all choose not to improve their abilities and let it develop freely?

I hesitated.

I hadn't thought about it before.

Is it part of my ability to act in a dream?

I felt a headache.

Wu Chenxi was surprisingly persevering, and she insisted on repeating this action for a few hours.

It was only after it was dark that the door opened.

Wu Chenxi was awakened and found that it was already dark. She hurriedly stood up and looked at the door.

The three members of the Ouyang family came back together. Ouyang's mother and daughter both looked like they had cried.

"You should rest early. I'll inform the others. Tomorrow the funeral dragon people come, I will go to the funeral home with them, and you can watch the house. Ouyang's father said to her mother.

Ouyang's mother nodded, and looked at Ouyang, who looked even more sluggish than during the day.

Ouyang's father patted Ouyang's shoulder, "Smile, don't think about it, my aunt and grandmother are old and confused." She...... She was not in good spirits before, so she asked your uncle and aunt to send her to a nursing home, and for so many years, the professional psychiatrist there went to see her every week, but she was not cured...... Alas......"

Ouyang looked at his father and said stubbornly: "The police haven't pried the doors. The family never lost their keys, and after buying the house, they redecorated it and changed the locks. My aunt and grandmother used a key to get in. ”