Wu Yahuan, who was downstairs, didn't react when he saw his second brother going out, and then saw Ding Fan rushing down the stairs.
"Why are you running?" Wu Yahuan asked puzzledly.
"Go to the cemetery!" Wu Weiqiang didn't even look back.
Ah? Wu Yahuan could only hold Ding Fan back, and asked: "Xiaofan, why is the second brother so crazy? What did you say to him?"
"Oh, it's all my fault. If you can't stop me, just take him to the cemetery! I'll explain the rest later!"
After Ding Fan finished speaking, he ran out and finally caught Wu Weiqiang, who was about to go to the garage to pick up his car, and said hurriedly: "Second brother, you can't drive now."
"Then I'll take a taxi!"
"Second brother, Sister Huan and I will take you there, is that okay?" Ding Fan said helplessly.
"Okay!" Wu Weiqiang agreed. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he drove.
Wu Yahuan chased her out, her head full of question marks, until Ding Fan gestured towards her like applying ointment on her eyelids.
At this time, Wu Yahuan finally understood and couldn't help but glare at Ding Fan. He originally wanted him to comfort his second brother, but wouldn't this in turn cause trouble?
Sitting in Ding Fan's Hummer, Wu Weiqiang rubbed his hands anxiously, wishing that the car could grow a pair of wings and fly to the Jingsi Cemetery immediately.
Wu Weiqiang was excited at the thought of seeing his beloved wife. Even though it was just the shadow of a ghost, it still made him feel extremely satisfied.
Seeing that his second brother did not dare to blink for fear of not being able to see another world, Wu Yahuan felt uncomfortable and reminded him softly, "Second brother, don't be impulsive. If you go to the cemetery to see your sister-in-law at this time, the Bian family will be very upset if they know about it.
Sensitive."
"I don't care about that. The worst is, I'll be beaten to death by them." Wu Weiqiang was very stubborn.
Ding Fan said while driving, "You don't have to go in, just shout at the door and you can almost come out."
"It's best that we don't stay too long." Wu Yahuan sighed slightly.
Ding Fan had never expected that things would turn out like this. Now, he could only fulfill Wu Weiqiang's wish. Otherwise, he was sure that Wu Weiqiang's hard work would be many times more than that of Huang Yongping.
A cleaner slowly crossed the road, not afraid of the passing traffic.
Of course it was a ghost. Wu Weiqiang also saw it. Instead of being afraid, his face showed a look of ecstasy. He saw the ghost and could also see his dead wife.
The Hummer sped along and stopped in front of the Jingsi Cemetery. At this time, the cemetery gate had long been closed, and the administrator happened to be away, but the surveillance camera was still on.
Wu Weiqiang got out of the car immediately, stood in front of the big iron gate, and looked inside through the iron fence.
Inside, there are many ghosts, and it looks like a small society. People gather together in small groups, and they seem to be talking, chasing each other, or playing with each other. There are also ghosts making a gesture of worshiping towards another ghost.
Wu Yahuan couldn't see it, but at this moment he also felt a strong sense of yin energy, and his scalp was numb.
True love is invincible and unforgettable in life and death! Wu Weiqiang had no fear at all and shouted loudly, "Mengcai, Mengcai, where are you? I am Weiqiang and I'm here to see you!"
Hearing his brother's cry, Wu Yahuan turned his face, and two lines of tears fell.
Ding Fan's guess was correct. After living with Wu Weiqiang for so long, especially in the form of a ghost, Bian Mengcai's ghost was extremely sensitive to his lover's voice.
Soon, a gray shadow floated over, passed through the iron fence of the gate, and appeared in front of Wu Weiqiang.
"It's really you. I didn't expect that you are still there, still there!" Wu Weiqiang was already bursting into tears and stretched out his hand tremblingly. Bian Mengcai also stretched out his hand and held it with his lover.
Of course, in Wu Yahuan's eyes, what his brother was holding was nothing but void.
Afterwards, Wu Weiqiang hugged Bian Mengcai deeply, hugging the phantom and unwilling to separate for a long time.
Ten minutes later, Ding Fan stepped forward and said softly: "Second brother, it's time for us to go back."
"I want to stay with her tonight." Wu Weiqiang said.
"No, your yang energy will completely dissipate her and she will never exist again." Ding Fan could only say this. In fact, it was the yin energy of Bian Mengcai's ghost that had a greater impact on Wu Weiqiang.
After hearing what Ding Fan said, Wu Weiqiang reluctantly let go of Bian Mengcai's ghost. Bian Mengcai was equally persistent, floating around and refusing to go back. Wu Weiqiang was so heartbroken that he fell to one knee on the ground and banged his head against the iron fence.
"Second brother, there is no resurrection after death."
Wu Yahuan cried and tried to pull him away, but felt that it was better not to say anything. With red and swollen eyes, he glared at Ding Fan again, "Look at what a good thing you have done. The second brother was already relieved, but now he has to go through the pain of separation again."
At this time, Ding Fan made a threatening gesture towards Bian Mengcai, and she reluctantly returned to the cemetery.
Sitting in the car again, Wu Weiqiang said nothing, closed his eyes, and kept thinking about this reunion with his wife, fearing that he would forget it.
Returning to the villa, that bright room, the three of them sat down on the third floor again. Wu Weiqiang sat silently for a long time, and Ding Fan and Wu Yahuan didn't know how to persuade them.
Suddenly, Wu Weiqiang smiled, cupped his fists and said, "Xiaofan, thank you, tonight is the happiest time for me."
"I'm so happy to be with you." Wu Yahuan curled his lips.
"Haha, it's exactly what Xiaofan said. The structure of the world has another form. Death does not mean complete disappearance." Wu Weiqiang smiled happily.
"Second brother, please don't go astray." Wu Yahuan broke out in a cold sweat, fearing that this brother would really follow his sister-in-law.
Ding Fan was also worried about this kind of thing happening, so he tried to persuade him: "Second brother, ghosts are the weakest form and are extremely unstable. There are also a set of rules that govern them. The right way is that humans and ghosts have different paths.
Even ghosts may not be able to meet each other."
"Don't worry, I will live well!" Wu Weiqiang waved his hand and asked: "Xiaofan, can you give me some of your ointment?"
Of course not, Brother Fan doesn't have much, so he usually saves on using it. Ding Fan frowned and said: "Second brother, you are not practicing physical education. It's okay to wipe it once, otherwise, your eyes will really be damaged."
"Then teach me a way to practice and let me become a practitioner." Wu Weiqiang retreated and settled for the next best thing.
Wu Yahuan's eyes lit up and he winked at Ding Fan desperately.
"Second brother, practicing requires perseverance and long-term persistence." Ding Fan said seriously.
"I can persevere, and I usually have nothing to do." Wu Weiqiang is very confident.
Ding Fan glanced at Wu Yahuan and she nodded, so Ding Fan asked Wu Weiqiang to find a piece of white paper, quickly write down the basic practice methods on it, and then briefly explain it.
Wu Weiqiang listened very carefully, and with a rigorous attitude, he also asked about the specific location of the Dantian where Qi sinks, and the frequency at which breath adjustment can be used.
He even demonstrated it in person to let Ding Fan guide him on whether it was correct or not.