The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 173
There is a kind of torture in this world, which is called a thousand arrows piercing the heart.

At this moment, Ji Lingchuan felt that he would rather inflict such torture on himself than hear this from Yan Sanhe's mouth.

Silence between heaven and earth.

He was half kneeling and half sitting, half of his face was in pain, and half of his face was ferocious. Blood was gurgling from his heart, but he could no longer feel the pain in the four meridians of his body.

I just feel cold.

Bitter cold.

He suddenly remembered the day before the old lady died. She could no longer feed her with the soup, and her children and grandchildren gathered in front of the bed, waiting for her to take her last breath.

But she refused to swallow this breath.

Seeing the impatience on his face, Chen Ma bent over and leaned into the old lady's ear.

"Old lady, what else can't you let go of? Tell me, the children are all here."

The old lady slowly opened her eyes, glanced at everyone one by one, and finally landed on him.

She looked at it intently for a while, then shook her hands from the quilt and stretched out a hand.

No one knew what she wanted to do, but the hand had already been stretched out and stopped in mid-air.

He was the eldest son and leaned forward. After hesitating several times, he could only step forward and hold it.

Yes.

This was the first time in his 50 years of life that he held the old lady's hand. It was as dry and thin as the vines of a dead tree.

He felt unspeakably nauseated and wanted to let go, but the old lady suddenly grabbed him with great force.

He was horrified and shook violently.

As the old lady's hand dropped, her eyes slowly closed, and she finally breathed her last breath.

Ji Lingchuan raised his hand tremblingly, put it in front of his eyes and stared at it.

This hand has held a pen and written, and was once held in the palm of my aunt's mother's hand;
This hand has touched the emperor's luxurious robes, touched the most tender woman's body, and even touched the cheek of the beloved son...

But he never reached out to her.

And what about her?
How many times had she secretly wanted to reach out her hand, just like she did before she died, hoping that he would hold it and hold it tightly.

"Snapped--"

Ji Lingchuan slapped himself hard, "I'm a beast!"

At the same time as the palm fell, Ji Lingchuan spat out a mouthful of blood and fell backwards.

"Uncle Ji!"

"Uncle!"

At the same time as the two voices screamed, Xie Zhifei had quick eyesight and quick hands, and hurriedly supported him; Pei Xiao tried his best to strangle him.

Yan Sanhe looked on coldly, indifferently.

The most useless things in this world are diligence after a cold heart and repentance after death.

It's too late!
Ji Lingchuan woke up leisurely and looked at Yan Sanhe blankly.

He moved his throat and tried to speak, but no sound came out.

Yan Sanhe's voice was also cold.

"Ji Lingchuan, your mother Hu Sanmei died at the age of 68. The coffin could not be closed after her death. The demon in her heart was a black dog.

There are two stories and two thoughts hidden behind the black dog. One of the thoughts is Wu Guanyue, which has been solved; the other thought is you. "

Her voice trembled slightly.

"This thought has existed vaguely since the day you were born and delivered to the hands of your aunt Zhang; this thought has been formally formed since the murderer in the Zheng family case was identified as Wu Guanyue;

Every day, every night, and even every hour in the future, she tortured Hu Sanmei to the point where she became a demon after thinking about her for a long time.Do you understand the cause and effect? "

Ji Lingchuan was still blank, without any expression, like a walking corpse that had lost all its soul.

Pei Xiao shouted anxiously: "Uncle, do you understand?"

A line of tears slowly fell from the corners of Ji Lingchuan's eyes, and he nodded.

"As long as you understand!" Yan Sanhe took out the half of the incense stick from his arms, "If you have anything to say, let's light the incense and then talk about it. Time is running out."

Ji Lingchuan did not pick up the incense, but grabbed Yan Sanhe's hand, his voice getting hoarse every time.

"I, I, I..."

"If she forgives you, she will enter your dream before going to the underworld. If she does not enter the dream, then the fate of this life is broken, and there is no need to see her again in the next life."

Yan Sanhe put the incense into his hand and stood up slowly.

Her legs were numb from squatting for too long, and she swayed a few times.

Xie Zhifei instinctively wanted to help him, but when he reached out, he found that Ji Lingchuan was still leaning in his arms. He could only grit his teeth and said, "Uncle Ji, light some incense."

Ji Lingchuan only had the four words "no need to see you again" in his mind at the moment, and his heart ached like a knife, so painful that he could hardly hold the incense.

After giving Xie Zhifei a blank look, he struggled to sit up.

"Help, help me!"

Xie Zhifei and Pei Xiao looked at each other, and they used their arms at the same time to lift Ji Lingchuan up, one on the left and the other on the right.

He pushed their hands away, wiped away his tears, and walked towards the incense burner step by step, trembling.

With every step they took, Xie Zhifei and Pei Xiao's heartbeats beat a little faster.

Ji Lingchuan's originally upright body became more and more bent, as if a heavy burden of a thousand dollars was pressing on him.

But he didn't feel any pain at all, as if the burden of a thousand dollars was not weighing on him at all.

Ji Lingchuan stood in front of the incense burner and looked at Yan Sanhe with some fear.

The corner of Yan Sanhe's mouth curled up into a sneer, and he nodded slightly.

Ji Lingchuan then tremblingly stretched out his hand to light the incense.

Incense, lit inch by inch.

After Ji Lingchuan inserted the incense into the incense burner, he knelt down and began to kowtow without saying anything.

One head, one bang, and the knock was firm.

The blood came out and fell drop by drop on the bluestone bricks, sliding down from his face. He looked no different from a ghost.

Pei Xiao couldn't bear to look at it, so he boldly walked over and gently pressed Ji Lingchuan's shoulders.

"Uncle, stop knocking and talk!"

What else is there to say?
I don’t have the face to say it.

How about crushing his bones and scattering his ashes? You can also use a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire. Burn them layer by layer, boil away the skin and flesh, burn out the bones and blood, and scrape out his heart with a knife to see what the heart is made of.

stone?
Pei Xiao became anxious, "Speak, if you don't say anything, be careful that the old lady doesn't enter your dreams."

Not dreaming?
After Ji Lingchuan heard these three words, he was stunned for a moment and suddenly burst into tears.

He was like a wronged child, holding Pei Xiao's legs, crying and shouting heartbreakingly.

"Mother, mother, mother, come back and take a look at me. Come back... you must come back, you must come back... look at me... look at my son... I am your son..."

Amid the shouts, a gust of wind roared.

The incense burned downwards at an extremely fast speed, and it burned to the end in just the blink of an eye.

When the last bit of incense ash fell, everyone heard a soft "click" in their ears.

Yan Sanhe's heartbeat suddenly stopped, his vision went dark, and he fell softly.

The expected pain did not come.

Yan Sanhe felt that he fell into the arms of someone, probably Xie Renjing. This person was closest to him and had the strongest arms.

Her long eyelashes trembled a few times, and just as they were slowly closing, Xie Renjing's deep voice came to her ears again.

"Go to sleep, I'll protect you!"

Want you to protect me?
She struggled to use her last bit of clear consciousness to shout these three words in her heart.

(End of this chapter)