After being reborn, he was entangled by the sha demon

It was the time when he had just arrived in Wuwang City, and Fan Wujiu had just been released from hell, and the two young men who had just started as ghost messengers were arranged by the old god to live in this ghost city together.

The ghost city is desolate, except for the ruined walls, there are only Mimi leaves all over the street, and three thousand evil spirits living in the city.

These dirty things have a lot of background, Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu were imprisoned here before they entered the city, it is said that they came down with Fan Wujiu, everyone hated him to the bone.

But Fan Wujiu was able to hold a straw in his mouth without hesitation, leading Xie Bi'an to wander on the ghost street swaggeringly.

Xie Bi'an followed behind him, looking at the evil spirits who were staring at Fan Wujiu in the corner, and after defending him from a few sneak attacks, one of them couldn't hold back, and went up and tugged at the corner of his sleeve to remind: "Be careful, Don't be so flamboyant."

But Fan Wujiu turned his head and patted him on the shoulder, the young man had good-looking eyebrows and a smile in the spring breeze.

"I've already died once, what are you afraid of, idiot."

……

Huang Weiguo chased it out, first picked up the frightened little black cat, covered its eyes, and brought it into the house.

"A sin!"

The little yellow cat died in front of its companions, and its body was buried behind the chicken coop.Later, a watermelon seedling grew there, and the little black cat ran over to look at it every day, sometimes with a fish tail in its mouth, and sometimes with a few chicken feathers, but the seedling withered before it bloomed.

Just like a little yellow cat, it died before it grew up.

The old Huang and his wife were not willing to accept the extra small food bowl under the eaves, but there was never a third pair of chopsticks on their New Year's Eve dinner table.

What Huang Wei took away was the money that Huang Weiguo saved for his wife's medical treatment. Ding Caiyun's illness was already very serious. At the beginning, he only coughed twice, but later he had no energy to speak.

Huang Weiguo wanted to take her to see a doctor, but the operation cost 10 yuan. The money they saved was all given to their son. How could they afford to see a doctor?

So Huang Weiguo carried her back and waited on her every day, trying to make her live more comfortably.

In the last days, she could only lie on the bed, and she still thought about her son.

"You said that Serena doesn't have a registered permanent residence in the city, will she be disliked by others..."

While wiping her hands, Huang Weiguo explained helplessly: "Old woman, you are sick and confused. His household registration was moved when he was in college. I went through the formalities. He is now a serious urbanite..."

Ding Caiyun was really confused, and he didn't know if he heard it clearly, so he started talking about other things.

"The newly made jacket in the room, you can take the time to send it to Serena...and the gloves, he is afraid of the cold, don't freeze your hands when writing the questions..."

"He has graduated for two years, so he doesn't need to write questions."

"Then you have to feed the cat. Xiao Huang has more food, and Xiao Hei doesn't want soup. He's picky..."

"Oh, I see."

……

As Ding Caiyun spoke, the hand that was as dry as bark in Huang Weiguo's arm slowly dropped.

The old tree withered and died, and the last leaf fell quietly to the ground.

The little black cat sitting quietly on the bed also lowered its head.

Huang Weiguo held her hand and wiped the corners of his eyes, sighed, and tucked the corners of the quilt for her.

The son is afraid of the cold, so why aren't the parents afraid?

Huang Weiguo walked out of the bedroom, took down the last group photo of the family of three hanging in the main hall, and put it beside Ding Caiyun.

He packed up the new padded jacket and gloves his wife told him to bring, and decided to go to the city.

Huang Weiguo also carried two steamed buns on his back, and filled half a jug of cold boiled water with a drink bottle that had been scalded and deformed, ready to eat and drink on the road.

Before going out, Huang Weiguo put a bowl of water for the little black cat, and then gave it half of the fish tail that Ding Caiyun ate.

"Xiao Hei, I'm going out for a while. If you're hungry, find something to eat yourself. Don't go to the opposite door. He has a dog at home."

Huang Weiguo rubbed the little black cat's head with his rough palm, then picked up his heavy luggage and prepared to go out.

"Can he find it?" Xie Bian experienced Huang Weiguo's years like watching a play, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart.

Fan Wujiu shook his head: "I don't know."

The true and the false in the evil environment change nothing, even if you find it, so what in reality, it is always involuntary to come and go.

Xie Bian thought of the half fish bone in the small water basin under the eaves, and actually understood everything.

Huang Weiguo was about to leave the hospital with a heavy bag on his back, but he stepped out with one foot, and was bounced back by the invisible barrier and fell to the ground.

He tried again and again, but none of them succeeded in getting out of the gate that he had entered and exited countless times when he was farming and working.

It was as if someone had set up a barrier at the door, trapping him and half of his life in the courtyard.

Only then did Xie Bian realize that this was not just a memory, but also a link in a chain of evils.

Huang Weiguo couldn't get out because of the evil spirit.

Xie Bian combined what he had seen and heard, and deduced that Sha Mo should be their ruthless and unfilial son. The nameless anger in his heart arose, and he took off the whip with one hand and held it to teach him a lesson.

But Fan Wujiu next to him didn't seem to want to fight at all, and the tiger scythe didn't show up either.

Is it because you are tired, or do you want to see yourself make a move?

Xie Bian was puzzled, and after observing for a long time, he realized that there was no Shamo at all.

"The devil in his heart is himself."

Fan Wujiu spoke.

From the point of view of an onlooker, one would think that Huang Weiguo should blame his son Huang Wei for his ruthlessness and unfilial piety, but how could a parent's beloved son have the heart?

Huang Weiguo was blaming himself.He blamed himself for being incompetent, he knew nothing but farming, and couldn't earn money, which made his son dislike him so much that he didn't want to go home, and made his wife have no money to see a doctor. He even blamed himself for the death of the little yellow cat— — He came out late.

Fan Wujiu's intention was here, not because he didn't make a move, but because he didn't know how to make a move.

Ordinary Shamo, Mr. Wuchang raised his sickle without hesitation, but the one in front of him was just a self-suffering old man.

Xie Bian rewound the whip and watched Huang Weiguo try again and again, and fell again and again.

His plastic water bottle fell on the ground, and the steamed buns fell out of the bag and rolled into ashes.

But Huang Weiguo didn't care, he only had that door in front of him, and he only had that one obsession - go out, find his son, and give him the things.

"What should I do?"

Xie Bian asked.

Huang Weiguo repeated useless movements, and after a long time, Fan Wujiu finally made a movement.

Fan Wujiu withdrew the technique of concealing his figure, and Huang Weiguo soon found out that someone had broken into his territory.

The stooped old man was sitting on the ground, staring at them vigilantly, his fingers curled up and stretched into the loess, grabbing the ashes in his hands.

Heiwuchang's hood returned to its original place at some point, and Lao Fan's gloomy face was hidden in the darkness again. He walked towards Huang Weiguo with the big black scythe that loathed ghosts and frightened him, and stood at a distance from him. One step away.

Huang Weiguo seemed to realize something, struggled to get up from the ground, brushed off the dust on his body, and tried to straighten his waist as far as he could afford.

But in Xie Bian's eyes, his waist was still very bent.

The stooped thin old man raised his head and looked at Mr. Wuchang.

"I'm dead, right?"