C7 (1/2)
With my back to my father, I put him back on the slump, tidied up his hair, which was a little messy from the rain, and mourned in my heart. This series of events had shocked me, but at the same time, I didn't feel too much remorse, and as I wiped my father's face and body with a towel, I choked with tears, thinking that if I came back a few more times, if I called my father more, then perhaps my father wouldn't be in trouble.
However, it was all in vain now!
”Shadowgale [1], the Nether Wandering Soul.”
”The fourth seal has arrived, Ren Er's Karma is dispelled.”
A mournful voice came from outside the mourning hall, and my scalp felt like it was about to explode. Wasn't this the poem I heard before I came back?
I suddenly got up and rushed out of the mourning hall, but I didn't see a single person. My heart was filled with anger, but just as I was about to turn around and return, I suddenly heard a clanging sound coming from my side. I turned my head to see an old man leisurely walking over with a walking stick and a stiff face.
This old man had an old face with white hair and beard. His face was covered with dense wrinkles, and his eyes were sunken like two wormholes on a tree.
”Duo duo.” The old man had somehow walked in front of me. It was as if he didn't see me as he walked towards me in a daze.
Instinctively, I moved two steps to the side. I saw him arched his back as he stood at the doorway, examining my father's portrait for a moment before quietly turning around.
However, when the old man walked past me, I looked down and sucked in a breath of cold air. Although the old man was standing by my side, there was nothing beside my figure.
This old man actually did not have a shadow!
I sucked in a breath of cold air and abruptly looked towards the old man. At the same time, the old man also turned his head to look at me. ”It's your turn!”
Without waiting for me to ask, the old man walked straight out of the mourning hall. I glanced around and found that the old man was wearing a new pair of black and white cloth shoes. They were as clean as new.
At the same time, I suddenly remember that the few people who came to my father's mourning hall were the same as this old man. Furthermore, aren't their black robes exactly the same as my father's?
I couldn't hold it in any longer and fell to the ground. Those people were all wearing life clothes!
I'm not afraid, I'm very afraid!
All of this has far exceeded my knowledge. If the death of my mother and grandfather was a coincidence, then the death of my father could not be described as a coincidence!
At that moment, my phone rang. It was a phone.
I pulled out my cell phone and saw the word ”Daddy” in front of me. It felt like a thousand kilograms of rock had struck me in the chest, crushing me to the point where I couldn't breathe.
Without saying anything further, I ran upstairs. I clearly remembered where my father's phone was!
There were no lights on in the room. It was very dark. The phone beside his father's bed lit up. It wasn't locked!
I sucked in a breath of cold air and suppressed the shock in my heart. I grabbed my father's cell phone and looked at it. I was so shocked that I almost dropped it.
Father's phone really pulled out my number!
For a moment, I panicked. In the end, I hesitantly picked up the phone, trembling as I listened. At the same time, this voice came from my father's phone.
I sat there, hoping it was just someone's boring prank, or I wouldn't have been able to figure out how my father's cell phone could still reach me at this time.
I took a few deep breaths and kept comforting myself that this was just a coincidence. Maybe my father's phone had broken down, or a certain mouse had accidentally stepped on it.
I put my father's cell phone in my pocket and shakily went downstairs.
Another ”ding” was heard. It was a text message.
”Son, I'm fine, don't worry.” A line of shocked words entered my eyes, and the sender turned out to be ”Father.”