Crossing fortune telling: Mental illnesses running in both directions

After being reunited after a long separation, the brother and sister's suppressed emotions surged up, and they leaned on each other and cried.

Fang Wuxian had imagined the scene of meeting his sister countless times. It shouldn't be like this... She should have lived a long, long life, not... not like she is now, the same age as in his memory.

Without any relatives to accompany him, and being controlled by the beasts in the Fang Mansion, Fang Wuxian felt like his heart was being crushed by a huge rock whenever he thought of this situation. How difficult his sister's life must have been in the past ten years.

Fang Wuxian closed his eyes, wiped the tears from his face, and finally asked the questions he wanted to ask at the beginning.

"Wushuang...how...how did you get here?"

[Why did he still look like a 14 or 15-year-old after his death? Why was he sitting in a wheelchair? And why... was he described as mentally retarded by the old lady?]

Fang Wushuang heard the inner voice: "Emm..."

Now, how should she explain to her brother that not only is she not dead, not lame, and not mentally retarded, but also considering the years she has been completing missions and serving as the core of the formation...hiss!

I’m seventy-four years old!

After exchanging glances with his old father who was following not far away, Shen Zhinian suggested, "Mr. Fang, why don't you find a quiet place to talk in detail first?"

[I know you have many questions, but don't ask them yet. Look at the gossiping spirits of the neighbors.]

[When a dead ghost turns into a living person, don’t scare the surrounding ghosts into a second death. ]

Fang Wushuang was shocked instantly: "Young Master is right, brother, things are a bit complicated, let's go in and talk about it."

Fang Wuxian nodded and agreed naturally: "Okay, this is the school, and my residence is next door."

After he said that, he was about to walk behind his sister and take over Duan Tinghan's position of pushing the wheelchair.

Who would have thought that in just the blink of an eye, my sister suddenly stood up from the wheelchair.

Without waiting for Fang Wuxian to react, he directly grabbed the frightened man and set off towards the destination very naturally.

That’s not all. Nima had just stood up when the boy who was pushing the wheelchair shook the cushion symbolically, as if he couldn’t wait any longer.

Then he took his sister's place and pushed the wheelchair over on his own.

Fang Wuxian: "Hmm???"

He probably really missed his sister too much, and this might just be a dream.

Thinking of this, Fang Wuxian even took the time to pinch himself viciously, completely forgetting that as a ghost, he did not have the luxury of dreaming.

He was too harsh, and a sharp pain penetrated his soul and went straight to his brain.

Fang Wuxian: “!!!”

【This dream is so painful! 】

Fang Wushuang: “…”

So, would you rather believe that the painful soul in the dream is ascending to heaven than believe that what you see in front of you is real?

Fang Wushuang sighed, and after confirming that there were no outsiders in the room, he made an opening attack: "Brother, I'm actually... not dead yet."

"So that's how it is. I scared my brother to death..." Fang Wuxian's first reaction was to feel relieved. He was glad that his sister didn't meet him here too early...

Ok?

Reunion in the underworld?

But not dead?

The smile on his face suddenly changed, and Fang Wuxian shouted in disbelief: "What did you say?!!!"

"How can this be a place for living people? Go back quickly, don't worry about me, I am doing well here, and there is enough time for you to truly pass away..."

He tried to lower his voice, but the girl's hands were shaking uncontrollably. His originally complicated emotions of tears of joy turned into worry and vigilance.

It seems that no matter where this place is, it is no longer safe.

Of all the words I have to say, this is all that remains.

"Wushuang, go back quickly."

If a living person is discovered, he will be devoured by evil spirits, and even the King of Hell cannot save him!

Seeing his tense expression, Fang Wushuang couldn't tell what she felt in her heart. She moved her lips and said with a bit of bitterness: "I said I don't need to worry about you..."

I felt the same comfort when I was imprisoned in the village.

But what happened? He tried desperately to save her, but was beaten to death by the servants.

Even so, after we met, I became cautious even when asking her the reason, for fear of touching her pain points.

She didn't know what other people's brothers were like, but her brother was the one who loved her most in the world.

She shouldn't... and couldn't let her brother stay in this long darkness just to wait for a reunion with her.

Brother, you should have your own life.

Swallowing the bitterness in his heart, Fang Wushuang clenched his hands and explained softly: "Don't worry, I met a few noble people this time, and they brought me to find you."

"Borrowing an identity from the underworld, no ghost will recognize our identity as living people."

After saying that, he turned around and began to introduce Fang Wuxian to the people behind him one by one.

It was not what he had guessed, and Fang Wuxian finally felt relieved.

Knowing that it was the people in front of him who helped his sister, Fang was extremely grateful and immediately bowed solemnly to everyone: "Thank you very much, thank you for helping my sister!"

With the parents taking the lead, Fang Wushuang followed obediently but clumsily, bowing once again to express her gratitude: "Thank you very much."

This was probably the first time since they met Fang Wushuang that they saw her retract her sharp protective shell, leaving only a soft heart.

Regardless of whether the other party possesses powerful abilities, simply existing can easily bring infinite power and peace of mind.

On the other hand, the same is true of the infinity.

Although he was still a teenager, he looked so tall in front of his sister.

It seemed that as long as his sister lived a smooth life, he would be satisfied. He did not care at all that he would not be reincarnated, or die prematurely, or his merits would not exceed the passing line, and he would not be able to escape suffering in his next life.

Duan Tinghan looked at it in a daze. Real relatives with blood ties turned out to be like this...?

Feeling a little envious, he pulled the girl's sleeve and whispered, "Brother and sister, I want to eat candied haws."

Shen Zhinian replied without thinking: "Okay, it happens that I haven't eaten for a while."

Fu Guanci glanced at the two of them and asked, "What kind of filling would you like to eat?" He vowed to make his senior sister forget his limit on the number of hawthorn roots!

Duan Tinghan thought about it and said decisively: "Yam and bean paste."

Master He also likes to eat: "Add one."

No one asked why, and no one was surprised at why he made such an inexplicable request at this moment. It was just a strange idea of ​​his, and everyone would enthusiastically accompany him.

A warm current surged in his heart, and Duan Tinghan reached out and held the corners of his lips that he couldn't help but raise.

What he once envied, he now already has.

They are not blood relatives, but they are more important family members than blood relatives.

He already has a family.