There is An Apocalyptic Man in the Village

Wu Qing was floating far away on the street, and he didn't make any fuss when he let passers-by on the street pass through his body.

He didn't know if he was dreaming or what, he only knew that when he woke up and opened his eyes, he was floating on the street like a 'ghost' just like now.

But he is sure that he is not a ghost now, because he is not afraid of the sun like the ghost in the legend, nor does he have a bull's head and horse face to seduce his soul, but others can't see and touch him, and he is like a transparent person to everyone , other than that, it's nothing special, and it doesn't seem like a dream, because everything around it is so real and unbelievable.

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

If you come here, you can rest easy, since you don't know what's going on, and you can't change it, let's wait and see.

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

This small town is very lively and prosperous. The looks and clothes of the people passing by show that the living standard here is not bad.

Wu Qingyuan strolled leisurely. He likes this kind of lively and peaceful place. The peaceful world is full of incomparable charm for every person in the last days, and he has an indescribable liking for this town. It seems that there is something very important to him here, attracting him, tempting him.

While enjoying this kind of tranquility, suddenly several bearers in front ran towards this side carrying a sedan chair, accompanied by a middle-aged man dressed like a housekeeper of a wealthy family.

"Hurry up, hurry up! Please hurry up, my young master will die soon..."

I saw a group of people in a panic, and the middle-aged man who looked like a butler kept urging the bearers in a hurry, so anxious that a man in his tens of years was about to cry.

The bearers heard his voice, although they were sweating profusely and out of breath, they gritted their teeth and used all their strength to carry the sedan chair and run, trying their best to send the doctor in the sedan chair to Han's house as soon as possible.

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

"Why do you say that God is so short-sighted? Mr. Han is a well-known benevolent person in our town. He treats his servants and tenant farmers well. What's rare is that Mr. 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, the young master, this little brother is still a sick child..."

"Yeah, I heard that Young Master Han's body is so weak that he hasn't broken the medicine since he was a child. All the doctors in the town have seen it. Even Master Han, the doctor in the capital, was invited, but it was useless. Last time Han When the master was handing out rice to everyone, I saw young master Han, he was really good-looking, but his expression was like that of the person who was going there, which made Master Han and Mrs. Han very worried."

"Hey, Mrs. 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 God will have eyes and let young master Han recover soon. Master Han is not young anymore. , I am afraid it will be difficult to regenerate..."

From the mouths of the people around, it is not difficult to hear that everyone said that the Han family has a good reputation in the town. The master and wife's family are all kind people. Now that the only young master of the Han family is dying of illness, everyone is worried.

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

He has always believed in his intuition, since he has nothing to do anyway, he might as well go and take a look, his body fluttered, and Wu Qingyuan followed the direction where the sedan chair left just now to find it.

This small town is not that big. Since the Han family is a rich master, the house of the mansion is naturally well repaired, and the signboard of the Han family is also hung on the door, but he found the place after a while, and no one can see him. There was no need to knock on the door, and he floated directly into the mansion.

Because the young master at home was critically ill, the atmosphere in the whole Han residence was tense at the moment, all the servants gathered outside the house and waited for orders, while Master Han and Mrs. Han stood by the bed, watching the doctor's diagnosis worriedly.

After the doctor sighed and shook his head and said "I can't do anything", Mr. Han shook his head, Mrs. Han couldn't bear it on the spot and fell to the ground, and then she cried and crawled to the bedside, hugging her weak and panting son. Crying, constantly yelling "My poor son..."

And Young Master Han on the bed wanted to talk, but he was suffering from illness and panting, so he could only look at his parents and shake his head slightly to comfort him.

The maidservants in the room also had red eyes, and wept softly, and the atmosphere was sad for a while.

Wu Qingyuan looked at everything in front of him, and felt inexplicably upset. He couldn't help but look towards the bed. He felt that there was someone very important to him lying on the bed.

"Amo!"

When he saw the appearance of the person on the bed, he couldn't calm down and shouted out.

He was not mistaken, even though the boy lying on the bed was only six or seven years old, and his outline had not yet fully grown and was very immature, but his facial features were exactly the same as the grown-up Amo, which was completely a shrunken version of Amo.

“…”

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

The boy on the bed seemed to notice something, and looked at him unexpectedly. When his eyes fell on him floating in the air, his pupils shrank slightly, and his expression changed. It was obvious that the boy had seen him!

"Can you see me? Are you Armor?"

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

What is amazing is that not only the boy can see him, but he can also touch each other. Finally, he is not a non-existent transparent person in front of the boy. 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. Amo could always easily influence him and make him lose his mind. He wanted to know if this boy was Amo, and he was eager to know. Here, everyone Can't see him, but this boy can see him, there must be some connection between them.

He was just so excited that he forgot how the boy on the bed could answer his question even though he was struggling to breathe. The boy was frightened by him, and any ordinary child would be frightened when he saw a 'ghost' floating in mid-air.

"Cough cough cough..."

The boy on the bed suddenly began to cough quickly, with traces of blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth, which frightened Master Han and Mrs. Han who were guarding by the bed to cry even harder, calling the name Wu Qingyuan wanted to ask just now, "Amo , Moer, mother's Moer..."

The doctor stood by the bed and looked helplessly but could do nothing.

Wu Qingyuan's heart ached when he saw this scene. He didn't know whether it was real or a dream. Looking at the blue-faced little Amo on the bed, who was coughing in pain, he felt extremely uncomfortable. 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 heal injuries but not diseases, not to mention that he was still a 'ghost'-like existence, and his powers couldn't be used .

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

However, at this moment, little Amo, who was still coughing badly just now, suddenly stopped slowly, his painful expression eased, his breath came back smoothly, and a tinge of red appeared on his pale and bluish face.

Wu Qingyuan lowered his head, and found that there was a strange force passing from the hand holding the boy. There is no doubt that this force is good for the boy's weak body.

Overjoyed, he hurriedly sat down on the bedside, tightly grasping the boy's hand with one hand, and continued to put the other hand on the boy's face to comfort him gently, "Don't be afraid, it's okay, it won't hurt soon... ..."

"Doctor, doctor, look quickly, Mo'er has stopped coughing, and his breath is also going well, please take a look, take a look!"

Mrs. Han by the bed also noticed the strangeness of her son, she screamed with joy before even wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, Master Han also saw it, and hugged his wife's shoulders showing joy.

The doctor heard and looked over, and found that the expression of the young master on the bed did seem to have changed, so he hurried over to check his pulse without wasting any time.

Everyone in the room waited nervously. After a long while, the doctor, the smiling Mr. and Mrs. Korea and his wife, cupped their hands.

"Congratulations to Mrs. Han, Mrs. Han, God bless, the young master has passed this test, and the old man will prescribe some medicine later, but in the future, he must be careful not to let the young master catch a cold, otherwise, with the young master's body, every time Once you get sick, you have to walk through the gate of the underworld..."

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

The maids and servants in the room also breathed a sigh of relief, clasped their hands together and thanked God for not taking the young master's life, otherwise the master and wife would be sad.

After everyone left the room 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 low voice with some fear.

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

"I am your Brother Ang."

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

The author has something to say: After thinking about it for a while, I suddenly got an inspiration, so I’d better write the story of Lao Wu and A Mo first, hehe