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"Hey, that's all." What Yin Wuhuo couldn't bear the most was when someone looked at him so pitifully, waved and beckoned him to lead the way.I thought to myself, 'It seems that this job is going to be lost again'.

Fortunately, the place where the man in military uniform lived was not very far from here. It happened to be in the New Development Zone, and he could get there in an hour by bike.

Resigned to his fate, he got on his bicycle and took two ghosts and one cat to the direction of the new development zone. Yin Wuhuo could only make himself as fast as possible, hoping to be able to catch up before the old man and himself took over. Get everything done.

The closer you get to the new development zone, the more desolate the scenery is. There are some bungalow houses around, and there are several undeveloped hills not far away.

When we actually reached the boundary of the new development zone, the road was silent, only a few completed or unfinished high-rise buildings stood there quietly, and the rest were some dilapidated buildings that had only been demolished halfway, and the construction site was still left A few dim lights, presumably there should be a janitor inside.

Yin Wuhuo and the men in military uniform searched for a while before they found a small house that had been half demolished. The red brick tiles were scattered all over the place, and the other half of the house that had not been demolished was faintly hidden. Jojo can still see some old objects.

Looking at those old objects, the man in military uniform didn't know if he thought of something. He opened his mouth excitedly, but couldn't make a sound. Two lines of hot tears rolled down his cheeks and wet the skirt of his clothes. Instant confusion.After hesitating for a while, he knelt down and kowtowed three times in the direction of the ruins. The dull sound made by his forehead hitting the ground touched his flesh, which was moving.

The baby is back!

This unspoken sentence is automatically completed.

For a long time, no one spoke, and the ruins were eerily quiet except for the chirping of insects.

Yin Wuhuo rubbed his nose and turned his face away to look up at the sky. The sky had already seen light, and all the stars except Venus had disappeared. An inexplicable upset struck him, and as soon as he lowered his head, he met the gaze of the man in military uniform.

He stood up and gave Yin Wuhuo a serious military salute, with a serious smile on his face, and said, "Thank you."

The smile of the man in military uniform gradually disappeared into the air, Yin Wuhuo sighed and turned to leave.

Once he became a water ghost, there was no turning back, even if Yin Wuhuo helped him transform back into a human form, it would be useless.

"Really, trouble dead."

Back at the hospital, neither Hei Zai nor Qian Luo bothered Yin Wuhuo.

Everyone could see that Yin Wuhuo was not in a good mood.

When the shift was approaching, the old man came to the mortuary with a bento made by his wife, and saw a young man lying motionless on the table at a glance.

"Young man, wake up, it's time to change shifts." Seeing Yin Wuhuo opened his eyes, the old man took out two buns and handed them over, "Young man, are you new here? Young people are bold, lying here alone I can fall asleep too."

Yin Wuhuo paused when he took the buns, and said nothing, but took a deep look at the old man, and then clocked out to leave work.

When he left the hospital, he didn't go to the old area that he usually walked, but walked in the direction of the new area, and even went to the ward where Fang Zhengwen was.

In the ward, Fang Zhengwen had already woken up. Mother Fang was peeling an apple with a smile on her face. She looked very happy. Eyes, eyes full of curiosity and inquiry when seeing a stranger, even Fang Zhengwen looked at him twice for no reason.

"Excuse me, are you here to visit the sick?"

Yin Wuhuo looked at Fang Zhengwen and shook his head slowly, then walked away quickly.

Sure enough, I don't remember all of them.

Qianluo looked at Yin Wuhuo worriedly, and tugged at the corner of his clothes, "Hug?"

Yin Wuhuo patted her on the head amusedly, and said, "What are you hugging, why don't you hurry up and pack your things and go home?" This girl's way of comforting people is really clumsy.

Packed up my things and prepared to go back. When I passed by the last ward in the hospital corridor, something in the backpack began to shake. The vibrations were clearly felt by one person and one ghost, and slowly came out of it. Faint voice 'Big Brother, Big Brother...'

Qian Luo walked around to the back and pulled out a scroll of landscape paintings, and the voice came from that landscape painting.

Yin Wuhuo stopped and turned his head to look at the little boy lying on the hospital bed through the gap in the door of the ward, "Have you already thought about it, if you go back, you will die."

The voice of this sentence was extremely low, but it was still heard by the wandering soul in the picture scroll.

"En!" The weak and clear child's voice responded briefly, Yin Wuhuo sighed and finally brought the little boy's wandering spirit out of the world in the painting.

The boy nodded without hesitation, turned and walked into 'his' ward, Yin Wuhuo didn't look at the situation inside, and walked downstairs with Qianluo: "Go and come back soon, brat."

The young parents stayed by the hospital bed as usual, and the young mother was helping the child wipe the body.

Suddenly, the eyelashes of the little boy on the hospital bed trembled a few times, and the young mother opened his eyes before he could react. The young father also noticed that something was wrong with his mother, and he was stunned when he turned around again.

Immediately afterwards, as if a miracle had suddenly favored the family, the little boy opened his mouth slightly: "Mom and Dad, thank you."

Tears fell drop by drop from the corners of his eyes, every cell and every bone in his body was clamoring for pain, the little boy still tried very hard to spread out a smile, and smiled very hard.

"Beep, beep, beep...!" The heart rate dropped to zero, and the young parents didn't call the doctor anymore, but cuddled each other and choked up.

Yin Wuhuo and Qianluo stood at the gate of the hospital on their bicycles, and the little boy appeared in front of them again after some time.Qianluo spread out the scroll to signal the boy to come over.

The child laughed happily. His health has always been very bad. He envied those children who could run and wrestle casually, and also envied those parents who could sit on a park bench and watch their children play.

His parents would have had an easier time without him.

Casually riding on the road, even so, the speed of the car is still fast, and it plunges into the old city with seven turns and eight turns.

When I came to Chenghuang Temple, it was early in the morning, and there were not many people who came to offer incense. The uncle at the gate was sitting in the corner drinking gruel. When he saw a young man with a dejected look coming in, he just took a second look curiously. Without saying a word, he lowered his head and continued to drink porridge.

Seeing that people ignored him, Yin Wuhuo had complied with his will, and gently placed the scroll on the altar.

The scrolls on the table suddenly fell apart without warning, and then slowly unfolded. The other end hung down and the table rolled down to the ground with a slight sound.

The little official on the wall came out slowly, stretched out his hand from the painting, grabbed the little boy's hand and lifted it lightly, and the little boy floated out of the painting, with a peaceful expression on his face from the beginning to the end. laugh.

Suddenly, a chubby little hand reached out from the picture scroll and grabbed the little boy's hand with all his strength. A fat doll wearing a bellyband looked at the little boy reluctantly.

"Are you leaving already?"

"Well, it's time to go." The boy nodded.

"...Don't get lost again." The fat baby smiled slightly, with a few golden peas hanging from the corners of his eyes, obviously reluctant to let the little boy leave.

The little official took the boy's hand and walked towards the mural on the wall.

The two hands were gradually pulled apart, and the fat baby stretched out his paws and watched the little boy being taken away by the messenger, tears streaming down his face, "Then you must come to play with me next time... ...."

"Thank you." A thank you echoed in the temple.

"Click!" The heavy cause and effect dissipated in the sound of wood knocking on the ground. The uncle looked up at Yin Wuhuo again, and then lowered his head to eat again when he saw nothing unusual. Yin Wuhuo stood up and picked it up from the ground. After re-wrapping the scroll, he nodded slightly in the direction of the City God, then turned and left.

I don't have a job, and I'm going to set up a stall again. I can't stay in this place anymore, so I'd better leave early.