Chapter 244 The Final Words

Two sentences entered his ears.

Fang Yang's face instantly turned deathly pale.

But Fang Hongbo widened his eyes, opened his mouth, and couldn't say a word.

Dead… am I?

It seemed that Fang Yang's words broke through a certain membrane, and memories suddenly emerged.

A speeding car.

The smell of disinfectant in the hospital room.

In the end, he didn't even get to see his son one last time.

"I'm the one who's dead?"

Fang Hongbo's original vitality visibly waned, his face gradually turning blue and purple as the deathly aura surged.

He was about to transform into a wandering vengeful ghost.

Fang Yang came back to his senses, understanding the meaning of his father's words. His father thought he was already dead, so he absolutely refused to break this 'fact.' But at the same time, he had blurted out the fact that his father was dead.

A moment of intense regret welled up in his heart, his body trembling, his face pale.

Fang Hongbo's voice was terribly strained.

"I remember…"

"So I'm the one who's dead. I was hit by a car. I'm the one who's dead. I'm already dead!"

Wei Yuan placed his hand on the sword, preventing Fang Hongbo from turning into a fierce ghost, looked at him, and then sheathed the sword again.

Fang Yang, whether out of fear or regret, stood frozen in place.

Fang Hongbo's face showed a hideous deathly appearance. He looked at his son, who had blurted out the truth, and grinned, his blue-purple hand pressing on Fang Yang's head: "That's great…"

The old man's eyes were filled with tears as he breathed his last.

"You're still alive."

Then, he collapsed to the ground.

Fang Yang's heart felt like it was being twisted by knives. He cried out and wanted to rush forward to embrace his father, but Fang Hongbo was already lifeless. Fang Yang seemed to realize what he had done at this moment. His body trembled, he opened his mouth but couldn't speak, and after a long while, a wail finally escaped his lips.

Wei Yuan sheathed his sword, closed his eyes, got up, and went out, not wanting to disturb him at this time.

The two ghosts beside him, carrying Wang Hong and, also stepped out, their faces showing different degrees of sighing. The ancient soldier's battle spirit couldn't help but lament, "If only he had known this would happen, why did he act that way in the first place? It's a pity that the son wants to provide for his parents, but they are no longer there."

The water ghost, however, looked disdainful:

"His dad didn't even get to see him one last time before he died, and he didn't hesitate to blurt out that his dad was dead just now. Now he's crying and putting on a show of filial piety. I think at least half of it is because we outsiders are still here, and he has to save face. He has to shed a few tears. How many filial sons are just acting for others to see?"

The two ghosts argued endlessly, but Wei Yuan didn't join in.

It wasn't until Fang Yang's crying became hoarse and his emotions gradually calmed down that he went back.

Looking at the already dead Fang Hongbo, he sighed, stretched out his hand, formed the Three Mountains Hand Seal, and chanted the Daoist Rebirth Mantra:

"Supreme Decree, absolve your lonely soul, ghosts and spirits, all four beings receive grace…"

At the same time, the ghost-expelling talisman in his palm flashed, not forcibly gathering and guiding Fang Hongbo's already unstable soul, but instead trying to find the source of his altered perception and memory from the gradually dissipating process, to make Fang Hongbo forget that he was dead, and instead believe that his son had passed away.

Illusory images flashed before his eyes.

Finally, Wei Yuan saw a man shrouded in a black robe, sensed a cold and chilling aura, and then in the memory screen, Fang Hongbo, who should have died, reopened his eyes, but Fang Hongbo never clearly saw the man's true face.

The memory screen slowly dissipated.

And the Rebirth Mantra was also recited to the last sentence.

"Bestow salvation upon all, hasten their rebirth, bestow salvation upon all, hasten their rebirth."

The obsession on Fang Hongbo's corpse dissipated, and the signs of corpse transformation that had already begun gradually subsided and disappeared.

………………

That day, Wei Yuan stayed at Fang Hongbo's residence until sunrise before leaving.

Nothing else unusual happened, and the whole night was peaceful.

The next day, he directly escorted Wang Hong and to the Special Operations Team office in Quanshi, and explained the matter in detail. Because it involved people spreading evil arts within Quanshi, the Special Operations Team attached great importance to this matter. After questioning Wang Hong and about the specific situation, they sent specialized personnel to handle the matter.

Wei Yuan hesitated for a moment, but still mentioned it to the Special Operations Team members, saying:

"If there are any other changes in this matter, or if you need manpower, you can find me at the museum."

The Mountain Lord in his dream had made him feel vigilant, worried that it was a warning from the Crouching Tiger Waist Token, meaning that when the Mountain Lord escaped, he would definitely not forget the hatred from the beginning, and it would be a great disaster. However, he had previously inquired with the Operations Team about the progress of the Mountain Lord's matter, and the information he received was not optimistic.

The Mountain Lord seemed to have simply disappeared from the world.

This made Wei Yuan even more vigilant.

Obviously, this great demon who could be Zhang Daoling's opponent was not easy to deal with.

And these two things made him feel an urgent need to improve his own strength, but now, whether it was his cultivation method or his swordsmanship, they were all in a stage of gradual improvement through persistent effort. Although he had been practicing every day for the past two months, he couldn't reach the sky in one step.

And although the Azure Feather Bird's demon power was strong, it was originally a subordinate official of the Mountain Lord. Wei Yuan didn't think that the treasure transformed from the Azure Feather Bird after its death could contend against the Mountain Lord's power. Under such circumstances, if he wanted to improve his own strength, he would probably still have to exchange merit for items from the Great Han Treasury.

And if he wanted to obtain merit, he had to eliminate the evil spirits and monsters that were wreaking havoc in the world.

That's why he said that.

Since someone was willing to help, the Special Operations Team members naturally agreed.

Afterwards, Wei Yuan returned to the museum and practiced his swordsmanship and the Crouching Tiger Formula as usual.

No matter what means he had in the future, even if it was a trump card like the Azure Feather Bird's Wind Riding Divine Power, swordsmanship and Daoist arts were still the most basic and important parts, and he couldn't slack off in his cultivation. Fang Yang never appeared again, but he heard that he had asked the Special Operations Team members to exorcise the evil aura from Fang Hongbo's corpse before reburying it.

Wei Yuan just sighed that the old man had finally found peace in some sense.

And three days later, Zhang Hao, who had sent Wei Yuan back during the Zhang Yue incident, suddenly came to visit.

Wei Yuan was a little curious and welcomed him in, pouring two cups of tea.

Zhang Hao looked around at the interior of the museum, then withdrew his gaze. Beside him was a young man in a suit, the young man looked refined and capable, introduced himself as a lawyer from Quanshi's largest law firm, and then took out a document from his briefcase and handed it to Wei Yuan, smiling:

"This is what Mr. Fang Yang entrusted us to hand over to Mr. Wei before leaving Quanshi."

Fang Yang?

Wei Yuan took it and opened the document, glancing at it, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

This was the sales contract for this museum.

The lawyer explained, "Mr. Fang Yang still has some work matters in the New World, plus, he said he has some personal reasons and cannot personally hand this contract to Curator Wei, so he can only entrust us to handle it on his behalf. However, all the procedures on this have been completed, and you only need to sign it."

"You will own all the rights and interests of this museum."

Sales contract.

Wei Yuan flipped through the document and looked at the required amount. The water ghost was watching from the side, secretly muttering to the soldier ghost and the others. Did Fang Yang see them and think this museum was a bit evil, so this coward didn't dare to come and prettified it as a sale?

Although this museum was in the old district, it was precisely because it was in the old district that there was a demolition plan possible.

Its value was actually quite high.

But Wei Yuan saw the words on the amount and was slightly surprised, then a slight smile appeared.

It said 'The last hour with father.'

Wei Yuan signed his name and handed the contract over.

The lawyer smiled and said, "Mr. Fang Yang said that although you probably don't have such intentions, you did give a price far more valuable than this museum. Mr. Fang felt that it would be a bit vulgar to simply use money as a reward, so he transferred this museum, which his father and he both valued, to you, believing that it could have greater value in your hands."

"In addition, he hopes to convey his gratitude."

Wei Yuan nodded.

The lawyer exchanged a few more pleasantries and then made excuses that he had other matters to attend to and got up to leave. Zhang Hao was still there. Seeing the lawyer leave, he quickly walked two steps to close the door, turned around, and had a look of headache on his face, saying, "Curator Wei, I may have to ask for your help again this time."

He raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, sighing:

"About that ghost restaurant that the old rogue mentioned, the ghosts there seem to be a bit too clever."

"When we policemen go over, they simply don't come out…"

…………………………

Fang Yang, on the other side of the ocean, received the news that the contract had been completed.

He briefly communicated with the lawyer, put down his phone, raised his hand to cover his face, and looked exhausted.

It was daytime in Shenzhou, but it was already night here.

He finally managed to coax his son to sleep. When he was holding his son, he inexplicably thought of his father. When he was a child, did his father also hold him like this? Then there would be a burst of pain and a strong sense of self-loathing.

He sat in the study, looking much older.

He didn't know how much time had passed.

*drip, drip, drip—*

The laptop screen lit up.

A new email.

Was it a message from a partner?

Fang Yang perked up, but found that it was an unfamiliar address. After hesitating for a moment, he still opened the email.

"Do you want your father to be with you?"

There was only one line on the screen, but it made Fang Yang's movements freeze instantly.

People's desires do not disappear, and people's hatred does not stop.

People's attachments always exist, and people's guilt always entangles the heart in the middle of the night.

These are all obsessions.

Obsessions do not disappear, and magic arises from them.

In the bustling city, a solitary soul wandered silently, the computer screen illuminating his face in a pale light.

He didn't know how much time had passed before Fang Yang's fingers moved and tapped on the keyboard.

*pa da—*

ps: Thank you to Xi Bian Bu Xia Yu for the ten thousand reward, thank you~

Fang Yang's choice is not important, everyone can think that he refused or agreed~