Crossing fortune telling: Mental illnesses running in both directions

"Oh, right." Shen Zhinian pointed his fingertips in the direction of Fang Wuxian through the air and tapped lightly. A stream of spiritual power merged along the other party's eyebrows.

"I have preserved your memory. Drinking Meng Po soup will not have any effect on it. In your next life, you will still remember your sister."

Fang Wuxian: “!!!!!!”

The words of thanks had already become pale. If the other party had not refused, Fang Wuxian really wanted to kneel down and kowtow to thank his benefactors.

I really thank your whole family (in a positive sense, from Master He to my junior fellow apprentice, thank you, thank you whole family)!

Shen Zhinian: “…” That’s exaggerated, exaggerated, there’s no need to be like this!

I have to say that, in a sense, these brother and sister are really lucky. If any one of the links were missing, it wouldn't be as simple as it is now.

For example, Fang Wushuang signed the system in despair and became an executor. And he never used it recklessly, and the reward for completing the task.

Or maybe Fang Wuxian refused to reincarnate, and happened to meet a big boss in the East District who was full of ghostism, which allowed him to survive safely until now.

Life is so hard when we are alive, at least the next life can heal everything.

Then again, Shen Zhinian, not knowing what he was thinking of, turned to Wushuang and said, "As for you, young lady, you may have to wait."

Fang Wushuang was completely stunned and didn't know what to say. She could only foolishly repeat her benefactor's words, as if she would do whatever the other person said.

"Wait...what?"

Shen Zhinian: "Your brother has been waiting in line for reincarnation for many years."

"Don't you want to find the other person and make up for all the regrets in this life?"

Shen Zhinian tilted his head in confusion: [Sister, what’s wrong with you? ]

Fang Wushuang: “!!!”

Fang Wushuang was completely shocked and asked incredulously, "Can I still be brother and sister with my brother in the next life?"

Isn’t she... unable to reincarnate?

He was being stared at by a brother and sister, one tall and one short, who looked very similar.

"Emm..." Shen Zhinian paused suspiciously for a few seconds, then gave an affirmative answer, "In terms of thought, yes."

[A sister who is hundreds of years old, or even older, and a brother who was just born but has memories of being older than him. 】

【Nothing wrong. 】

Even though he was overwhelmed by joy, Fang Wushuang's face still blushed when he heard these words.

Well...her soul age has long surpassed her brother's...

This interruption completely dispelled the atmosphere of loss that had been brewing between the two people, which was about to last longer than a human lifespan.

Before the final ceremony began, the young master thoughtfully left some time for the two to say goodbye.

Fang Wushuang opened his mouth, but didn't know how to explain everything about himself.

Instead, Fang Wuxian smiled and said, "Wushuang."

"No need to rush to explain. Since it's your own choice, I will always believe it."

"No matter where you are, or how long it takes for us to meet, I will be waiting for you."

"So don't be anxious, please treat your life well, and then tell me how wonderful your life will be in the days to come."

"Brother is very good, so...it's time for you to have your own life."

"Wushuang, you have to live for yourself..."

"..."

The blood dripping from the fingertips completely merged with the suspended font.

The talisman shrouded by the compass began to spin wildly, and the blood-stained characters spread out in a visible form from the center with thin golden lines, gradually merging into the atmospheric bridge and moving towards the dim handwriting.

The whole process was gentle yet powerful, and his consciousness gradually became blurred. Fang Wushuang could even clearly feel the disappearance of his body, along with the tearing sensation of the vast merits in his body being drained away.

live for yourself……

These were the last words her brother said to her as the sight faded.

When they opened their eyes again, the view became pure white. This was the system's space station, the safest place in the world for them.

Fang Wushuang let herself lie flat, and the emotions that had been tense for too long finally relaxed.

A ball of light revolved around her, examining her soul at a rapid speed.

The system heaved a sigh of relief only after confirming that, as Shen Zhinian had said, only a small amount of merit and insignificant physical body had been lost, and there was no further harm.

Fang Wushuang suddenly shouted: "System..."

[What's wrong, host?] The system moved closer, shaking the light ball, nervous, [What's wrong with you? I just checked and there's nothing wrong. Is there any hidden danger that can't be detected?]

Fang Wushuang shook his head.

She smiled at him, and the depression that had been accumulating between her eyebrows and eyes for years disappeared, making her already beautiful features even more brilliant.

"Thank you."

Thank you for your constant companionship and care, and thank you for your tolerance towards me, a person who has difficulty controlling his emotions.

The sphere that was shaking as the system was shaken was stunned for a moment, and then turned visibly pink. If it hadn't had no facial features, it would have covered its face in shame and not let anyone see it.

【You’re welcome, host. 】

Perhaps because the sphere was moving more and more towards the reddish direction, the system quickly changed the subject and said, "The body that Xiaotong had molded has been placed at the location where the original body disappeared."

[Host, let's go and guard the real bodies of our benefactors first. ]

Fang Wushuang found it a little funny and nodded slightly: "Yeah."

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When everything was over, the ghost messenger, who was cosplaying Sleeping Beauty and leaning peacefully in a wheelchair, was gently awakened by a pair of hands.

He opened his eyes, still a little confused: "Why am I sitting in a wheelchair?"

Wait...why is my neck so sore?!

Perhaps because it was too long, his legs were pressed so hard that he lost feeling. The ghost was immediately frightened and shouted, "My legs! When did I become lame? Ahhhhh, I have no feeling. No wonder I am in a wheelchair!!!"

Everyone: "..."

Shen Zhinian held him down with one hand: "I know you are anxious, but don't be anxious yet."

"Can you feel your legs again?"

Like being eaten by ants, a dense and deadly feeling came over him. The ghost messenger: “…”

Oh, it turns out that I slept for too long and my legs are numb.

You should have told me earlier, otherwise he would have been so scared.

The ghost took back his tears just like that and stepped on the ground with his teeth bared. Every step was as painful as if he was a mermaid who just got legs.

After the numbness finally subsided, the pain in the back of the neck became more and more obvious. The ghost reached out and touched it with a confused look on his face, and asked suspiciously: "Was I attacked by something just now?"

Shen Zhinian remained calm: "How is that possible? You are a ghost messenger."

After that, she looked at the other party with a suspicious look, and she was too fussy. If she couldn't solve the problem, she would just throw it to the other party in a different form: "Do you think your business ability is very weak?"

"Do you feel it's dangerous here?"

I can't tell him that the topic of discussion was not something the ghost catcher was familiar with, so he just chopped the man unconscious.

Knowing too much is not a good thing.