Xuanmen's little milk bag is the strongest worker in the underworld

Chapter 505 Your Son and Daughter Don’t Raise You
"Your children are unfilial to you?" Yun Qiuce asked.

The old man nodded, and burst into tears instantly, "My son and daughter are about the same age as you, and they are about to start a family. I have worked so hard to raise them so big. Now that I am old and no one cares about me, I will die. My leg was broken before, no one was willing to operate on me, I was in the hospital, and they said they would give up the treatment, I was so mad."

Wang Pinggui said, beating his chest and stamping his feet, his eyeballs gradually turned pitch black, and the strong hostility and resentment were released, almost turning into a ghost.

Yun Qi tilted her head to look at him, and waited until Yun Qiuce reminded her, then lazily took out a magic talisman and pasted it on Wang Pinggui's forehead, making Wang Pinggui return to normal.

Wang Pinggui saw Yun Qi's indifferent attitude, and immediately burst into tears, and even sat down on the ground, patting the ground with both hands, looking really pitiful.

Yun Qiuce asked in a low voice: "Xiao Qi, why do I feel that you are indifferent to him? Do you not like him?"

"This man has a heartless and ungrateful face. Even if his children are unfilial, there must be a reason."

After Yun Qi finished speaking, she said to Wang Pinggui:
"How can things in the world be satisfactory, and you can't complain if you are dissatisfied. What's more, they are your children. Since they are dead, they should honestly wait for the errand. You run away privately, and even plan to take revenge. This is wrong. of."

Wang Pinggui didn't expect Yun Qi to say that, he thought that anyone who heard what happened to him would be sad and angry.

"You little master looks so cute, why are you so cold and ruthless when you say it! I am so mad at my son and daughter, you don't care, you are still like this."

Wang Pinggui got up from the ground, pointing at Yun Qi indignantly.

Yun Qiuce folded his arms, sneered and asked:
"I think you are dead, and you are quite energetic. As expected, you were pissed off. Your child is unfilial, and you have problems yourself. It must be that you have not educated well. Xiaoqi has said so, there must be something. She's right, you'd better go."

"I..." Wang Pinggui stared dryly at the two of them, seeing that Yun Qi really had no intention of helping him, so he could only stare at them resentfully, and floated out of the window.

Yun Qiuce shook his head, "Xiao Qi, I think Wang Pinggui has a lot of grievances, I guess he won't just stay where he is and wait for his errands."

Yun Qi nodded, "Uncle is right, he will definitely take revenge, I just want to see what he will do."

After Wang Pinggui left Yun Qi's house, he was full of resentment, but he hadn't decided where to go yet.

After hesitating in place for a long time, he could only go back to the place where he lived before.

It was an abandoned house at the east end of the village. It used to be the office of a company. Now everyone has moved out, leaving only an empty house.

He died here, and his bed and wheelchair remained in the huge empty house.

Wang Pinggui looked bored, and sat in the wheelchair again. The wheelchair turned around, just like his restless heart at the moment.

Suddenly the door outside was opened, and the light of the flashlight shone in. The man's legs and feet were not very good, and he was obviously fumbling for the light switch.

After a few seconds, the other party finally touched the switch, and the headlights turned on, illuminating the empty room.

Wang Pinggui did not move at this time, but waited quietly. Sure enough, the other party slowly came to the door of his room, pushed the door open, and glanced at the messy bed, with some fear in his eyes:

"Pinggui, I know you felt a little resentful when you left, but I don't blame others. You're gone. You can reincarnate as a good person in your next life. I'll find someone to throw away your bed for you tomorrow. Don't blame me. Your son and daughter don't support you, so I don't bring you food these days."

The person who spoke was Wang Pingfu, who worked in Dongtou Primary School, and was of the same generation as Wang Pinggui.

After Wang Pinggui was abandoned by his son and daughter, the village arranged for him to live here because of his poor legs and feet. Wang Pingfu happened to work nearby and delivered him meals every now and then.

Of course, Wang Pinggui's children still paid some living expenses, but they didn't come to take care of him.

After Wang Pingfu finished speaking, he suddenly heard a movement and stared blankly at the wheelchair.

I saw the empty wheelchair turning around creakingly, as if responding to his words.

Wang Pingfu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly rushed out with a scream, and behind him, a cloud of black mist rushed towards him and instantly merged into his body.

Wang Pingfu's eyeballs became pitch black in an instant, and gradually became clear again. He blinked his eyes, then lowered his head, and let out a dull sneer deep in his throat.

The next day, Wang Pingfu called Wang Pinggui's son, daughter, and his wife.

"These are the quilts and mattresses that Pinggui used before his death, and some daily necessities that he left behind. How do you think about them?"

Wang Pinggui's ex-wife, Zhao Yanhong, said disdainfully, "Throw it all away, it's useless to keep these things."

After finishing speaking, the son and daughter obediently went to pack their things.

Wang Pingfu stood at the door, and the sunlight was projected from behind, which was mostly blocked by him, and his face and expression could not be seen clearly in the backlight.

"No matter how big the conflict was before, if the person is dead, you should burn a stick of incense for him and send him on his way."

Wang Pinggui's daughter was a little younger, in her early twenties, young and vigorous, and immediately became angry: "We can give him living expenses, and it is enough to bury him. I don't want to do other things."

The son stretched out his hand to hold his sister, and then said to Wang Pingfu, "Thank you uncle, we will do it later."

Wang Pingfu nodded, then turned his head suddenly, "Your father died alone, you must regret it? After all, it was your father."

The son and daughter looked at each other and turned their heads, "Uncle, if you don't know something, don't ask me. My father died a pitiful death, but I was quite calm in my heart. I didn't have any thoughts, and I didn't feel sorry for him."

The corners of Wang Pingfu's eyes twitched, and he smiled, "Oh, that's right, anyway, you don't care about him after he gets sick."

After Wang Pinggui's son and daughter packed up their things, they pulled them out of the trash can outside the door, sorted them one by one, and threw them inside.

Several nearby villagers came out, walking slowly.

An old lady walked to the side, "You just threw away your dad's stuff? What a big deal, my dad doesn't even want it anymore."

Neither son nor daughter said a word.

"If you ask me, you are unfilial. No matter how you say it, he is your father. Can you two exist without him?"

"Young people nowadays don't know how to be grateful. Those things are in the past. Who doesn't make mistakes?"

The son bit his lip and continued to throw things without speaking.

How old is my daughter? She is more impulsive, and raised her head unhappily, "I don't know it hurts if I don't cut myself with a knife..."

Before she finished speaking, she screamed and staggered back a few steps.

Only then did my brother come to his senses and looked up.

It was found that all the people standing in front of them had dark eyes and walked like zombies.

(End of this chapter)