The Spirit Suppressing Museum

Chapter 53 Contract
Two words came to my ears.

Fang Yang's face turned pale.

On the other hand, Fang Hongbo's eyes widened and he opened his mouth, unable to speak.

dead...is it me?
It seems that Fang Yang's words broke a certain film, and scenes of memories suddenly emerged.

Speeding car.

The smell of disinfectant in the ward.

In the end, he never saw his son.

"Is it me?"

Fang Hongbo's original yang energy was visibly decaying, his face gradually turned blue, and his death energy surged up.

Has the appearance of turning into a wandering ghost.

Fang Yang came back to his senses and knew the meaning of his father's two sentences just now. His father thought he was dead, so he absolutely refused to break the 'fact', but he broke the fact that his father was dead at the same time. one thing.

For a moment, intense remorse emerged in his heart, his body trembled, and his face was pale.

Fang Hongbo's voice was miserable.

"I remember now……"

"It turns out that it was me who died. I was hit by a car. It was me who died. I'm already dead!"

Wei Yuan put his palm on the sword to prevent Fang Hongbo's corpse from turning into a ghost, looked at it, but put the sword back into its sheath.

Fang Yang didn't know whether it was fear or remorse, he stood still.

Fang Hongbo showed a terrifying and horrific death. Looking at his son who had broken this matter, he grinned and put his bruised hand on Fang Yang's head: "That's great..."

The old man burst into tears and let out his last breath.

"you are still alive."

Immediately fell to the ground.

Fang Yang's heart was twisted like a knife, he screamed, and wanted to hug his father forward, but Fang Hongbo had already been silent, Fang Yang seemed to know what he had done at this moment, his body trembled, he opened his mouth but couldn't speak, okay After a long while, a howl came out of his mouth.

Wei Yuan retracted his sword and closed his eyes, got up and went out without disturbing him at this time.

The two ghosts around him also stood up carrying Wang Honghe, with sighed expressions on their faces, the ancient swordsman fighting spirit couldn't help sighing: "If I knew this earlier, why did my son want to support him and his relatives weren't there in the first place, it's a pity. "

The water ghost said with a look of disdain:

"His father didn't see him for the last time before he died, and he didn't hesitate when he just called his father's death. Now I'm crying and showing my filial piety here. I think at least half of it is because we outsiders are still there to save face. If you can't wipe it off, you have to shed a few tears, how many dutiful sons are played for others to see?"

The two ghosts quarreled endlessly, and Wei Yuan did not participate.

When Fang Yang cried hoarsely and his emotions gradually calmed down, he went back.

Looking at Fang Hongbo, who was already dead, he sighed, stretched out his hand, pinched Sanshan's fingers, and whispered a mantra for rebirth:

"The edict of the Supreme Being, surpassing your lonely soul, ghosts and ghosts, all four lives are blessed..."

At the same time, the ghost exorcism talisman flashed by in the palm of his hand, instead of forcibly gathering Fang Hongbo's unstable soul, he tried to find and change his cognition and memory from the process of its gradual overflow, so that Fang Hongbo could forget himself He is dead, but it is believed to be the source of his son's death.

In front of his eyes, the images that seemed to be false and true flashed one by one.

In the end, Wei Yuan saw a man shrouded in a black robe, and felt a cold and desolate aura, and then Fang Hongbo, who should have died in the memory picture, opened his eyes again, but in Fang Hongbo's eyes, he never saw that clearly. The true face of a man.

The memory image slowly dissipated.

And the rebirth mantra also recited the last sentence.

"Rescue the others, hurriedly supersede, and urge the others, hurriedly supersedes."

The obsession over Fang Hongbo's body dissipated, and the signs that the corpse had begun to gradually subside and disappear.

………………

That day, Wei Yuan stayed at the place where Fang Hongbo lived alone until sunrise before leaving.

There have been no other unusual events, and the night has been quiet.

The next day, Wang Honghe was escorted directly to the special action team office in Quan City, and he explained the matter carefully. Because it involved people who spread sorcery in Quan City, the special action team took this matter very seriously and asked about it. After Wang Honghe found out the specific situation, he dispatched special personnel to deal with the matter.

Wei Yuan hesitated for a while, but still mentioned a sentence to the members of the special action team, saying:
"If there are other changes in this matter, or if you need manpower, you can go to the museum to find me."

The Shanjun in the previous dream made him vigilant, worried that it was a warning from the Crouching Tiger waist card, which meant that when Shanjun got out of trouble, he would definitely not forget the hatred at the beginning. It must be a big disaster, but he also asked before. There may be progress in the matter of Shanjun of the action group, but the information obtained is not optimistic.

Shan Jun seems to have disappeared directly from the world.

This made Wei Yuan even more vigilant in his heart.

Obviously, this big demon who could be Zhang Daoling's opponent at the beginning could not be easily solved.

And these two things made him have an urgent need to improve his own strength, but now he is in the stage of water grinding, whether it is cultivation technique or swordsmanship.

Although Jinyu bird's demon power is powerful, it is the official of Shanjun. Wei Yuan does not think that the treasure transformed by Jinyu bird after death can counteract the power of Shanjun. Under such a situation, if he wants to improve his own strength, I'm afraid it still has to be meritorious in exchange for the things in the treasure house of the great man.

And if you want to get merits, you must cut off the evil spirits who are evil in the world.

So there is this word.

If someone was willing to help, the members of the special operations team naturally agreed.

Afterwards, Wei Yuan returned to the museum and practiced swordsmanship and Crouching Tiger Jutsu as always.

No matter what methods are used in the future, even if it is a trump card like Jinyu Bird Yufeng Divine Ability, swordsmanship and Taoism are still the most basic and most important parts. You can't slack off in your practice, and Fang Yang has never appeared again. I just heard that please The members of the special action team drove away the evil spirits of Fang Hongbo's body before re-burying it.

Wei Yuan just felt that the old man finally calmed down in a sense.

Then three days later, Zhang Hao, who had sent Wei Yuan back in the Zhangyue incident, suddenly came to visit.

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

Zhang Hao looked at the interior decoration of the museum from left to right, and then took his eyes back. Next to him was a young man in a suit. The young man looked gentle and capable. He introduced himself as a lawyer from the largest law firm in Quan City. He pulled out a document from the briefcase he was wearing and handed it to Wei Yuan, smiling:

"This is what Mr. Fang Yang entrusted us to transfer to you, Mr. Wei, before he left Quanshi."

Fang Yang?

Wei Yuan took it over and opened the file, glanced at it, and was slightly surprised.

This is the contract for the sale of this museum.

The lawyer explained: "Mr. Fang Yang still has some work-related matters in the New World. In addition, he said that he has some personal reasons, and he cannot submit this contract to you personally to the Guardian, so he can only entrust us to do it. All the formalities have been completed, and you only need your signature."

"You will own everything in this museum."

sales contract.

Wei Yuan flipped through the document and looked at the money he needed. The water ghost watched and muttered with Daobinggui and the others in the dark. Did Fang Yang see some of their brothers and felt that the museum was a bit wicked, so he didn't dare to come. , also known as a business.

Although this museum is in an old district, it is also because it is an old district that there may be a demolition plan.

The value is actually quite low.

But Wei Yuan was slightly surprised when he saw the words on the money, and then a chuckle appeared.

It says 'Last hour with my father'

Wei Yuan signed his name and handed over the contract.

The lawyer smiled and said, "Mr. Fang Yang said, although you probably didn't mean that, but you did give a price that was far more expensive than this museum. Mr. Fang felt that it was a bit tacky to simply use money as a reward, so he put This museum that his father and he valued is handed over to you, and it should have greater value in your hands."

"Also, he wanted to send a thank you."

Wei Yuan nodded.

The lawyer greeted him a couple more times, and then said that there were other things. He got up and left, but Zhang Hao was still there. Seeing that the lawyer was gone, he got up and took two steps to close the door. He turned around with a headache on his face and said. : "Master Wei, I may have to ask for your help this time."

He raised his hand, rubbed his eyebrows, and sighed:

"Just the ghost hotel that Lao Lai said, the ghost over there seems to be a little too shrewd."

"We the police went over, they didn't come out at all..."

..............................

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

He simply exchanged a few words with the lawyer, put down the phone, raised his hand to cover his cheek, his face was exhausted.

It is broad daylight in Shenzhou, and it is already night here.

He finally coaxed his son to fall asleep, but when he was holding his son, he inexplicably thought of his own father. Did he hold himself like this when he was a child?Then there is a bout of pain, and a strong sense of self-loathing.

Sitting in the study, he looked a lot older.

I don't know how long has passed.

Drop, drop, drop-

The laptop screen lights up.

a new email.

Is it the news of the partner?

Fang Yang raised his spirits, but found that it was an unfamiliar address. He hesitated, but opened the email.

"Want your father to accompany you?"

There was only one line of words on the screen, but Fang Yang's movements stagnated for a moment.

Human desire will not disappear, and human hatred will not stop.

People's nostalgia will always exist, and people's guilt will always be entangled in their hearts at midnight.

These are obsessions.

Obsession will not disappear, and art will also arise from it.

In the bustling city, the lonely soul wanders silently, and the computer screen shines brightly.

I don't know how long it took, Fang Yang moved his fingers and tapped the keyboard.

pat-

PS: Thank you for the reward for not raining in the west, thank you~
Fang Yang's choice is not important, everyone thinks it's okay to refuse or agree~
(End of this chapter)