There is An Apocalyptic Man In the Village [Rebirth]

Wu Qingyuan floated on the street, letting pedestrians pass through his body without any fuss.

He doesn't know if he is dreaming or what the situation is. He only knows that when he wakes up and opens his eyes, he is floating in the street like a ‘ghost’ as he is now.

But he is pretty sure that he is not a ghost now, because he is not as afraid of the sun as a legendary ghost, nor does he have a bull's head and horse face to hook his soul, but other people can't see him and can't touch him. For everyone, he is like a transparent person. Besides, it’s nothing special, and it doesn’t seem to be a dream, because everything around is real and incredible.

To be precise, he guessed that he was more like a soul out of his body, a bit mysterious, but there was no other better explanation besides this.

Once it comes, you will settle for it. Since you don't know what the situation is, you can't change it, so let's take a look at it for the time being.

This is an ancient street, very similar to the road in Shiqiao Town, but it is not because there is no Wu Ji shop on the street, and the name of Shiqiao Town is not written on the sign of the town. This is a place he does not know. .

This town is very lively and prosperous. The look and dress of the people passing by show that the standard of living here is pretty good.

Wu Qingyuan strolled around leisurely. He likes this lively and peaceful place. The peaceful world is full of incomparable charm for every apocalyptic person, and he has an indescribable fondness for this small town. It seems that there is something important to him here, attracting him and tempting him.

Enjoying this tranquility, suddenly the several bearers in front ran over here carrying a sedan chair, along with a middle-aged man dressed as a housekeeper.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! I beg you to go hurry, my little master is going to die..."

I saw a group of people panicking, the middle-aged man with the appearance of a housekeeper kept urging the bearer anxiously, so anxious that a dozen-year-old man was about to cry.

Several bearers heard his voice, although they were sweating profusely and could not breathe, but one by one still gritted their teeth and took all their strength to carry the sedan chair and ran, trying to send the sedan chair doctor to Han's house as soon as possible.

Seeing this, the surrounding people couldn't help but stop and shook their heads and sighed.

"You said that God is so short-sighted. Master Han is a well-known good man in our town. He treats his servants well and treats tenant farmers. It is rare that Master Han is still affectionate, so he married Mrs. Han. The original match, but why is the luck so bad? She gave birth to a little brother without a child. Don’t tell me, this little brother is still sick..."

"Yeah, I heard that Young Master Han is so weak that he has never stopped taking medicine since he was a child. The doctors in the town have seen it. Even the doctor in Beijing, Master Han, was invited, but it was useless. I saw Young Master Han when he sent rice to everyone. He looked really good-looking, but his complexion was like the person who was going to follow when he was going, but Master Han and Madam Han were so sad."

"Hey, Master Han and Mrs. Han are all good people. I heard from the servants of the Han family that the young master is also kind-hearted. I hope that God will have long eyes and let Young Master Han's body get better soon. Master Han is not too young anymore. , I’m afraid it’s hard to regenerate..."

It’s not hard to hear from the people around you that the Han family has a good reputation in the town, and the old lady’s family are all good people. Now the only young master of the Han family is dying, and everyone is worried for them.

Wu Qingyuan listened for a while, and it was obvious that this Han family had nothing to do with him, but when he heard the words'Young Master Han', he was inexplicably worried. His instinct told him that this Young Master Han was right. It is important to him.

He has always believed in his instincts, anyway, there is nothing to do, it is better to go and see, the body is floating, Wu Qingyuan followed the direction where the sedan chair left just now.

The area of ​​this small town is not large. Since the Han family is a rich master, the house of the mansion is naturally well repaired, and the signboard of the Han mansion is also hung at the door. But after a while, he found the place. Everyone can’t see him, he There is no need to knock on the door, just float into the house.

Because the young master at home was critically ill, the atmosphere in the entire Han Mansion was tense at this moment. People under the maid gathered outside and waited for instructions, while Master Han and Madam Han stood by the bedside, watching the doctor's diagnosis anxiously.

When the doctor sighed and shook his head and said "I can't do anything," Master Han shook his whole body. Mrs. Han couldn't stand so softly on the spot. Then she crawled to the bedside crying, holding her weak and gasping son. Crying, yelling "My hard-working son..."

Young Master Han on the bed wanted to talk, but he was in pain and panting, so he could only look at his parents and shook his head slightly to comfort him.

The people under the maid inside the house also had red eyes, and they started crying quietly, and the atmosphere was sad for a while.

Wu Qingyuan looked at everything in front of him, and inexplicably he also picked it up. He couldn't help but look towards the bed. He felt that there was a very important person lying on the bed.

"Amo!"

When he saw the person on the bed clearly, he couldn't calmly shout out.

He was right, even if the teenager lying on the bed was only six or seven years old, and his outline was not fully stretched, he was very immature, but his facial features were exactly the same as those of Amo when he grew up. This was a completely reduced version of Amo.

"..."

Wu Qingyuan yelled loudly, but the surrounding servants and Mrs. Han and Mrs. Han didn't notice, and continued to cry sadly.

The boy on the bed seemed to be aware of it, and his eyes turned towards him. When his eyes fell on him who was floating in the air, his pupils shrank slightly, his expression changed a little, and it was obvious that the boy had seen him!

"Can you see me? Are you Amo?"

Wu Qingyuan keenly noticed the other's micro-expression, and floated over with some joy. He couldn't help but stretch out his hand to grab the other's hand while speaking.

What's amazing is that not only the teenager can see him, but he can also touch each other. In front of the teenager, he is finally not a non-existent transparent person. He is real, and they can feel each other's body temperature.

He happily stroked the face of the boy on the bed and asked, feeling a little excited. Amer can always easily influence him and make him lose his mind. He wants to know if this boy is Amer. He is eager to know. Here, everyone Can't see him, but this young man can see him, there must be some connection between them.

Excited, he forgot how the boy on the bed could answer his questions because he had difficulty breathing. The boy was scared by him. Any ordinary child would be scared when he saw a "ghost" floating in the air.

"Cough cough cough..."

The teenager on the bed suddenly began to cough quickly, and traces of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth. The frightened Master Han and Madam Han, who were guarding the bed, cried even harder. They called the name Wu Qingyuan wanted to ask just now, "Amer." , Mo'er, mother's Moer..."

The doctor stood by the bed looking unbearable but powerless.

Wu Qingyuan's heart also picked up when he saw this scene. He didn't know if it was real or dreaming. He was very uncomfortable looking at Little Amo, who was turning blue and coughing in pain on the bed. He couldn't stand his beloved. Suffering from this kind of pain, he wanted to help him, but he didn't know what to do. His powers could only cure injuries but not diseases. Besides, he was still a ghost-like existence, and his powers could not be used. .

He held the face of Little Amo on the bed and didn't know what to do. He could only kiss each other's cheeks, eyes, nose, and gasping lips over and over again, not knowing whether he was comforting the person on the bed or comforting himself.

However, at this moment, Little Amo, who was still coughing badly just now, suddenly stopped slowly, his painful expression eased, and his breath eased, and his pale and blue face also had a hint of red.

Wu Qingyuan lowered his head and found that a strange power passed from the hand he was holding the young man. There is no doubt that this power is good for the young man's sick and weak body.

With joy in his heart, he hurriedly sat down on the head of the bed, holding the young man's hand with one hand, and continuing to place the other hand on the other's face and gently caressed and comforted him. "Don't be afraid, it's okay, it won't hurt soon... ..."

"Doctor, look at it, doctor, Mo'er, he doesn't cough anymore, and his anger is smooth. Take a look, take a look!"

Mrs. Han by the bed also noticed the strangeness of her son. She screamed with joy before the tears from the corners of her eyes could be wiped. Master Han saw it too, and he held his wife's shoulders with joy.

The doctor heard and looked over and found that the young master's complexion on the bed did indeed change, and without delay, he hurried over to check his pulse.

The people in the room waited nervously. After a long while, the doctor's smiling masters and couples from Korea and South Korea bowed their hands.

"Congratulations to Master Han, Madam Han, God bless you, the young master is over. The old man will prescribe some medicine later. In the future, you must be careful not to let the young master catch a cold again, otherwise the body of the young master will One time you get sick is to walk around the gate of the underground palace..."

The doctor carefully ordered, the overjoyed Master Han, and Mrs. Han nodded gratefully to remember.

The servant girl in the house also breathed a sigh of relief. He put his hands together and thanked God for not taking the life of the young master, otherwise how sad the old lady should be.

After everyone left the house and calmed down, Little Amo, who was lying on the bed looking much better, stared at the man who was still holding his hand and gently touching his face, and asked in a small scared voice.

"Uncle, are you... a ghost?"

"I am your Brother Wu."

Wu Qingyuan didn't say much. He leaned over and kissed the boy lightly on the cheek, with affectionate affection, and the warm touch made the child stare at him unblinkingly, reflecting his figure.

The author has something to say: After thinking about it, I suddenly got inspiration, so let’s write about Lao Wu and Amo’s extravaganza first, hehe