Handbook of Survival in the World of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 173 61: Father and Son ([-])
The closer he got to where his father Yu Chaoyue was, Yu Guisi felt his heart tighten a little bit.

Lu Liang'an couldn't help but squeeze the sachet in his hand tightly, every step he took, he could hear his heart beating faster and faster, and as the wooden door was opened with a "squeak", Yu Guisi's eyes were glued to the into the dense darkness, even though he couldn't see anything.

"This is it," Lu Liang turned to the two of them after opening the door, and explained: "Because there is a formation in the room, the strange fragrance will make people hallucinate, so we must block out the sense of smell; and remember to Grasp the sachet in your hand, its function is to eliminate the influence of the formation." Looking at Yan Yuanwang who was looking at the darkness inside the door with some curiosity, he shook the sachet in his hand and said: "Because there are only two A sachet, so you wait outside first."

Seeing Yan Yuanwang, who was obediently following along the way, nodding in response and staying where he was, Lu Liang nodded in satisfaction, then glanced at Yu Guisi and signaled him to follow with his eyes, and walked into the darkness inside the door first. .

It's better not to talk at this time, just watch the development of things quietly, Lu Liang thought so, skillfully gathered the remaining "flowing fire" energy in the air, and lit the lamp.

The dense darkness was quickly dissipated by the light, and the thin figure lying on the bed in the darkness appeared in front of Guisi.

Even though it was the first time he saw his father since he was born, at this moment, the throbbing of his blood made him believe without any doubt that it was exactly what he had hated for many years and eagerly wanted him to go home to see him. Seeing father, Yu Chaoyue.

Although he had made some psychological preparations in advance, Yu Guisi still felt his heart skip a beat when he saw such a scene.

After all, the bond of flesh and blood is hard to give up easily.

The light source is located directly above the bed, because the room is not big and a bit low, the light hanging from the ceiling doesn't need to be very bright to illuminate such a small room—not to mention that Lu Liang has gathered a little more The remaining "flowing fire" energy, in order to ensure that the light can be brighter and last longer.

Along the way, Lu Liang and Tang Zhan also mentioned that his father's situation went from bad to worse.

The person on the bed didn't seem to be sleeping very peacefully, his head was slightly tilted towards the door, the expression on his face was somewhat painful, and his facial features were slightly wrinkled, this expression made Guisi suddenly feel a little sad in his eyes, this sadness even Diluted the hatred that had been lingering in his heart for so long.If it weren't for that smooth and shiny head... this sadness might be even stronger.

Lu Liang stepped back consciously, and took out a kit and a Qiankun bag from the small cabinet next to the bed. While holding it in his hands, he couldn't help but glance at the bald head of the sleeping patient on the bed—Yu Chaoyue.

Cough, it's a bit embarrassing to talk about it, since the first time she came in with Tang Zhan and she accidentally touched it, the patient... no, Yu Chaoyue's hair loss seems to be getting worse and worse.

By the time I realized this, it seemed irreparable.After discussing with Tang Zhan, they finally decided to collect the fallen hair in a kit.Although this kit is not as big as the storage space of the Qiankun Bag, but with a little magic, it is more than enough to hold hair.

Yu Guisi had never felt that his steps were so heavy.

He has a single wind spirit root, no monk can gain the upper hand in terms of speed, but Yu Guisi, who usually walks lightly, now finds that his legs are as heavy as lead. , Every step is very difficult.The short distance from the door to the bed made it difficult for him to walk over mountains.

When he finally got to the bed and saw his father's face up close, Yu Guisi couldn't help thinking of his mother who often looked at him in a trance.

My mother once said that he and his father were ninety percent like each other, and that the two of them were carved out of the same mold. When seeing him, it was as if her husband was still by her side, and life was bliss.

It now appears to be so.Although thin, his eyebrows and eyes are almost exactly the same as himself, as if he saw an older version of himself in the mirror.

Yu Guisi's breathing suddenly became rapid.

The chaotic thoughts made him unable to maintain a calm look.

Just standing there blankly and stiffly, staring at his father's face, Yu Guisi no longer knew what he should do next, and he had nowhere to rest his hands and feet.

After Lu Liang hesitated for a long time, he carefully handed over the kit and Qiankun bag from one side, and then Yu Guisi came to his senses as if he had just woken up from a dream, and turned his neck to look over in slow motion.

"Gudu." Lu Liang swallowed involuntarily, looking at Yu Guisi's current state, he felt a little apprehensive for some reason.

But it's only been a while, and Yu Guisi's demeanor has changed a lot from just now.His eyes were a little dull, and the expression in his eyes was a little dim, but there seemed to be many complex emotions hidden in those eyes.And his movements and perception are no longer smooth, so sluggish that he is like a marionette, being manipulated by someone.

His whole being seemed to be overwhelmed with grief.

Humans are indeed emotional animals.Thinking of this, Lu Liang looked at the father and son within sight, and suddenly felt a little sour on the tip of his nose.

I feel like crying.

Grief is contagious.

And she is always easily touched by such situations.What's more, people you know.

... Lu Liang found that such a scene seemed familiar.

From Granny Lin's death to Liang Chunchao and An Ning embracing each other in the fire, the suppressed emotions in his chest seemed to burst out again.

The weight of life is so heavy, and she has never been able to do anything but be a spectator.

It's just a spectator, that's all.

Lu Liang suppressed the tears that almost came out of his eyes, pursed his lips and stuffed the kit and the Qiankun bag together into Yu Guisi's hand that stretched out stiffly in mid-air, and did not remember to take the kit and the Qiankun bag for a long time , and gently closed the opponent's fingers.

Lu Liang still remembered that when Tang Zhan and himself came to take care of Yu Chaoyue last time, Tang Zhan said with difficulty that the patient might not be able to hold on any longer.The "flowing fire" in his body was about to disintegrate, unable to return to heaven.

No matter how hard he tried to endure, Lu Liang's voice still had a hint of crying.

"This, this is, some things on your father's body were collected and kept by Mr. Yao Bubuan in the Qiankun bag. It is said that all of them are here," Lu Liang sniffed his nose. Shang still showed some embarrassment, "In this kit is your father's hair that fell out. Nineteen and I collected them together...We didn't expect it to fall out so completely..."

Yu Guisi's sluggish expression eased slightly, and the warm touch of the kit and Qiankun bag in his hands seemed to make his cold hands finally regain a little consciousness, and trembled slightly.

The girl's voice sounded like she was about to cry, which made him want to cry too.

As soon as this idea appeared, Yu Guisi dullly realized that at some point, warm liquid was continuously sliding down his cheeks.

The liquid drips on the wrist and slides down the arc of the wrist; the liquid drips on the fingers and slides down the arc of the finger; the liquid drips on the kit, and the thin fabric is soaked into pieces of dark color ; The liquid dripped on the Qiankun bag, dipping the thin fabric into dark patches.

The fingers closed by Lu Liang trembled and stretched out, and the eyes finally focused.

Skipping over the simple kit with no pattern, Yu Guisi's eyes stopped on the large Qiankun bag soaked in liquid, and the familiar pattern made Yu Guisi completely stunned for a moment.

A simple sun pattern, with two small characters embroidered in elegant fonts on the corners, Sigui.

This is a Qiankun bag made by my mother.

That pattern has also been sewed by my mother on various clothes and other places that can be stamped with a needle and thread.

And those two small characters, "Sigui", were the last words my mother said to him before his father left, hoping that he would return soon.

Yu Guisi could no longer suppress his crying.

In the lantern above the head, the light of "Liuhuo" seemed to be infected by the emotion at this time, and produced a slight fluctuation, but no one could notice it.

　happy New Year.

　　...Finally, this episode is over, and there is only one more episode to end, um.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)