"But -" Seeing Ouyang Tianyi was about to leave, the psychic grandmother suddenly changed the subject and seemed to want to say something else.
Ouyang Tianyi stopped, turned around and asked coldly: "Is there anything else?"
The psychic glanced at the empty seat next to him and asked about the empty chair, as if speaking to the person on the chair: "Are you going to give this thing to him?"
Ouyang Tianyi was not surprised when he saw the strange words and deeds of the psychic grandmother, and just waited there quietly. The psychic grandmother was a psychic messenger who could see souls that humans could not see.
The psychic grandmother showed her hand from under the round table. There was a photo in her dry hand. She slowly pushed the photo forward and said to him: "She asked you to look at this photo."
"What does this mean?" Looking at the photo, Ouyang Tianyi didn't know whether the psychic grandmother was referring to Noila Mo or Yatana.
When he took a closer look at the photo, he immediately understood that it was Yatana.
"Her idea of resurrection is getting stronger and stronger. I won't tell you that she is sitting next to me." The psychic grandmother said with a hint of joking.
Ouyang Tianyi looked at the empty seat and was stunned for a moment.
The soul sitting there is his Yatana?
He never thought that they met in this way. This was the first time after her death that she let him know her existence. She was right in front of him, but he couldn't see it. He suddenly felt powerless.
He turned to the psychic grandmother and asked in a questioning tone: "Why should I believe you? Don't pretend to be mysterious in front of me." Although he didn't want to believe it, he knew it should be true because the old lady opposite was a psychic.
Grandma.
The psychic grandmother showed a strange smile: "Since you don't believe me, let her tell you personally."
She took out a piece of paper and a pen, then closed her eyes and began to write on the paper with the pen.
A pen slowly turned in the hand of the psychic grandma, and finally left a series of marks on the white paper.
After reading the words on the paper, Ouyang Tianyi slowly put the paper back. He could confirm that it was indeed Yatana's handwriting. What the psychic said was true and did not deceive him.
However, what he was thinking about at the same time was Mo Ruyuan and the child in Mo Ruyuan's belly. The stronger the idea of Yatana's resurrection, the more dangerous Mo Ruyuan would be.
A trace of indifference flashed in his eyes, and he said to the psychic: "You were very successful in imitating her handwriting, but I don't believe it. Yatana is already dead."
"Do you really think so?" The psychic took back the piece of paper, raised his eyebrows and waved to the empty chair aside, "Yatana, it's obvious that he has been shaken."
"I miss you, I need to come back and help me." While these words were still lingering in Ouyang Tianyi's mind, the candle beside him suddenly went out.
"Your hesitation has made this soul sad. She has already left." The psychic grandmother said, looking at the candle that was still smoking.
This is not a pretense, even Ouyang Tianyi felt a powerful thought just now. However, Ouyang Tianyi didn't say anything, turned around, opened the door and walked out.
Yatana, of course he will not forget it, but that child...
When he thinks of this, he will hesitate. Now Mo Ruyuan is no longer one person, but two people, and does he really want to help Yatana resurrect?
Along the way, he kept thinking about this question repeatedly, but he never came up with an answer.
The weather in September was sunny just now, but now it suddenly started to rain. The drizzle was like a woman's tears, knocking on the car window, confusing Ouyang Tianyi's heart. He rolled down the car window, his expression a little dull.
He stretched out a hand, feeling the chill of the autumn rain, and couldn't help but murmured: "Yatana, are you sad?"
When he came home and saw Mo Ruyuan, his cold heart gradually warmed up.
When Mo Ruyuan saw him coming back, she stepped forward with a smile on her face: "Why are you back so late today? Don't you miss me and the child?" "But -" Seeing Ouyang Tianyi leaving, the psychic grandmother suddenly changed the subject.
, seems to want to say something else.
Ouyang Tianyi stopped, turned around and asked coldly: "Is there anything else?"
The psychic glanced at the empty seat next to him and asked about the empty chair, as if speaking to the person on the chair: "Are you going to give this thing to him?"
Ouyang Tianyi was not surprised when he saw the strange words and deeds of the psychic grandmother, and just waited there quietly. The psychic grandmother was a psychic messenger who could see souls that humans could not see.
The psychic grandmother showed her hand from under the round table. There was a photo in her dry hand. She slowly pushed the photo forward and said to him: "She asked you to look at this photo."
"What does this mean?" Looking at the photo, Ouyang Tianyi didn't know whether the psychic grandmother was referring to Noila Mo or Yatana.
When he took a closer look at the photo, he immediately understood that it was Yatana.
"Her idea of resurrection is getting stronger and stronger. I won't tell you that she is sitting next to me." The psychic grandmother said with a hint of joking.
Ouyang Tianyi looked at the empty seat and was stunned for a moment.
The soul sitting there is his Yatana?
He never thought that they met in this way. This was the first time after her death that she let him know her existence. She was right in front of him, but he couldn't see it. He suddenly felt powerless.
He turned to the psychic grandmother and asked in a questioning tone: "Why should I believe you? Don't pretend to be mysterious in front of me." Although he didn't want to believe it, he knew it should be true because the old lady opposite was a psychic.
Grandma.
The psychic grandmother showed a strange smile: "Since you don't believe me, let her tell you personally."
She took out a piece of paper and a pen, then closed her eyes and began to write on the paper with the pen.
A pen slowly turned in the hand of the psychic grandma, and finally left a series of marks on the white paper.
After reading the words on the paper, Ouyang Tianyi slowly put the paper back. He could confirm that it was indeed Yatana's handwriting. What the psychic said was true and did not deceive him.
However, what he was thinking about at the same time was Mo Ruyuan and the child in Mo Ruyuan's belly. The stronger the idea of Yatana's resurrection, the more dangerous Mo Ruyuan would be.
A trace of indifference flashed in his eyes, and he said to the psychic: "You were very successful in imitating her handwriting, but I don't believe it. Yatana is already dead."
"Do you really think so?" The psychic took back the piece of paper, raised his eyebrows and waved to the empty chair aside, "Yatana, it's obvious that he has been shaken."
"I miss you, I need to come back and help me." While these words were still lingering in Ouyang Tianyi's mind, the candle beside him suddenly went out.
"Your hesitation has made this soul sad. She has already left." The psychic grandmother said, looking at the candle that was still smoking.
This is not a pretense, even Ouyang Tianyi felt a powerful thought just now. However, Ouyang Tianyi didn't say anything, turned around, opened the door and walked out.
Yatana, of course he will not forget it, but that child...
When he thinks of this, he will hesitate. Now Mo Ruyuan is no longer one person, but two people, and does he really want to help Yatana resurrect?
Along the way, he kept thinking about this question repeatedly, but he never came up with an answer.
The weather in September was sunny just now, but now it suddenly started to rain. The drizzle was like a woman's tears, knocking on the car window, confusing Ouyang Tianyi's heart. He rolled down the car window, his expression a little dull.
He stretched out a hand, feeling the chill of the autumn rain, and couldn't help but murmured: "Yatana, are you sad?"
When he came home and saw Mo Ruyuan, his cold heart gradually warmed up.
When Mo Ruyuan saw him coming back, she stepped forward with a smile on her face: "Why are you back so late today? Don't you miss me and the child?"