Museum of Demons Chapter 52

　　 Two sentences came to my ears.

　　 Fang Yang's face turned pale.

　　 But Fang Hongbo's eyes widened, his mouth opened, speechless.

　　 Dead...Is it?

　　 It seemed that Fang Yang's words broke a certain film, and scenes of memories suddenly appeared.

　　 The car coming at a speed.

　　 The smell of disinfectant water in the ward.

　　 In the end, he couldn't see his son.

　　 "I am the one who died?"

　　 Fang Hongbo's original yang energy decayed visible to the naked eye, his face gradually turned blue and his lifeless energy surged.

　　 has the appearance of a wandering soul and a ghost.

Fang Yang came back to his senses, knowing what his father said just now, his father thought he was dead, so he absolutely refused to speak out of this'fact', but at the same time he said that his father is dead. one thing.

　　 A violent regret appeared in his heart for a moment, his body trembling, and his face pale.

　　 Fang Hongbo's voice seeps miserably.

"I remember now……"

　　 "It turned out that it was me who died. I was hit by a car. It was me who died. I am already dead!"

　　 Wei Yuan pressed the palm of his hand on the sword to prevent Fang Hongbo's corpse from becoming devilish. He looked at it, but then returned the sword to its sheath.

　　 Fang Yang didn't know whether it was fear or regret, and stood motionless.

　　 Fang Hongbo showed a hideous and terrifying death. He looked at his son who broke the incident, but grinned, and put his bruised hand on Fang Yang's head: "It's great..."

　　 The old man burst into tears and let out his last breath.

"you are still alive."

　　 immediately fell to the ground.

Fang Yang's heart was twisted like a knife, and he yelled, trying to hug his father, but Fang Hongbo had already lost his voice. Fang Yang seemed to know what he had done right now, his body trembled, and he opened his mouth but couldn't speak. Okay. It took a long time to let out a howl from his mouth.

　　 Wei Yuan closed his sword and closed his eyes, got up and went out without disturbing him at this time.

The two ghosts around him also stood up carrying Wang Honghe, each with a sorrowful look on their faces. The ancient sword soldier war soul couldn't help sighing: "I knew this before. "

　　 The water ghost said with a look of disdain:

"His dad never saw him for the last time before he died, and he didn't hesitate when he was just called Po. Now he is crying and showing filial piety here. I think at least half of it is because we outsiders are still there and save face. If you can't wipe it off, you have to shed a few tears. How many filial sons are acting for others?"

　　 The two ghosts quarreled endlessly, and Wei Yuan did not participate.

　　 After Fang Yang cried hoarsely and his mood gradually calmed down, he went back.

　　Looking at Fang Hongbo who was already dead, he sighed, stretched out his hand, pinched three fingers, and whispered Dao Men Xiang Sheng Curse in his mouth:

　　 "Too high edict, super lonely soul, ghosts and all, four lives with grace..."

At the same time, the palm exorcism talisman flashed past, instead of forcibly gathering Fang Hongbo's unstable soul, but from the process of its gradual overflow, trying to find changes in his cognition and memory, and let Fang Hongbo forget himself. He was dead, but thought it was the source of his son's death.

　　 The seemingly virtual and real images flashed one by one.

Finally, Wei Yuan saw a man shrouded in a black robe and felt a cold and cold breath. Then Fang Hongbo, who should have died in the memory picture, opened his eyes again, but in Fang Hongbo's eyes, he never saw that clearly. The true face of a man.

　　 The memory picture slowly dissipated.

　　 And Wang Shengshu also read the last sentence.

　　 "To save the others, to surpass the lives in a hurry, to save the others, to surpass the lives."

　　 Fang Hongbo's obsessions dissipated from the body, and signs of corpse transformation gradually converged and disappeared.

　　 That day Wei Yuan stayed at Fang Hongbo's solitary place until sunrise before leaving.

　　 There have been no other abnormal incidents, and it was calm all night.

The next day, Wang Honghe was escorted directly to the special operations team office in Quan City, and the matter was discussed carefully. Because it involved people who spread sorcery within Quan City, the special operations team took this matter extremely seriously and asked. After Wang Honghe specific circumstances, he dispatched special personnel to deal with the matter.

　　 Wei Yuan hesitated, and still mentioned to the members of the special operations team, saying:

　　 "If there are other changes in this matter, or if you need manpower, you can go to the museum to find me."

The mountain monarch in the previous dream made him vigilant, and he was worried that it was a warning from Crouching Tiger's waist card, which meant that he would not forget his original hatred when he got out of trouble, but he also asked before. There can be progress in the matter of the mountain king of the action team, and the information obtained is not optimistic.

　　Mountain-kun seems to have disappeared directly in the world.

　　 This made Wei Yuan more vigilant.

　　 Obviously, this big demon, who was Zhang Daoling's opponent at the beginning, could not be easily solved.

　　 And these two things made him have an urgent need to improve his own strength, but he is now in the stage of gradual improvement in his skills and swordsmanship, although he practiced daily for the past two months, he couldn't reach the sky in one step.

Although Jinyu bird demon power is strong, it is itself an official of the mountain monarch. Wei Yuan does not think that the treasures that Jinyu bird transforms after his death can compete with the power of the mountain monarch. Under such a situation, he wants to improve his own strength. I'm afraid it will still have to take the merits in exchange for the things in the treasure house of the Han Dynasty.

　　 If you want to get meritorious service, you must get rid of the evil spirits in the world.

　　 is this sentence.

　　 Someone was willing to help, and the members of the task force naturally agreed.

After 　　, Wei Yuan returned to the museum and practiced swordsmanship and crouching tiger battle as usual.

No matter what methods are available afterwards, even if it is a trump card like Jinyu Tori Yufeng Shentong, swordsmanship and Taoism are the most basic and important parts. You can't slack off your practice, and Fang Yang has never reappeared, just heard that please The members of the special operations team expelled Fang Hongbo's body evil spirits again before being buried again.

　　 Wei Yuan also just lamented that the old man finally calmed down in a certain sense.

　　 Three days later, Zhang Hao, who had sent Wei Yuan back during the Zhang Yue incident, suddenly came to visit.

　　 Wei Yuan was a little curious, greeted him in, and poured two cups of tea.

Zhang Hao looked at the interior decoration of the museum, and then looked away. Next to him was a young man in a suit with a gentle and capable look. He introduced himself as a lawyer at the largest law firm in Quan City. Then he took him with him. I found a document in my briefcase and handed it to Wei Yuan, smiling:

　　 "Mr. Fang Yang entrusted us to transfer it to you, Mr. Wei before he left Quan City."

　　 Fangyang?

　　 Wei Yuan took over and opened the file, glanced at it, his eyes were a little surprised.

　　This is the contract for the sale of this museum.

The lawyer explained: "Mr. Fang Yang still has some work related to the New World. In addition, he said that he has some personal reasons and he cannot submit the contract to you in person. He can only entrust us to do it on behalf of you. All the formalities have been completed, and you only need your signature."

　　 "You will own all the rights and interests of this museum."

　　 Contract of sale.

Wei Yuan flipped through the documents and looked at the money he needed. The water ghost looked around, muttering secretly with the sword soldiers and ghosts. Then Fang Yang saw some of their brothers and felt that the museum was a bit evil, so Liang Gu did not dare to come. , Also known as trading.

　　Although this museum is located in the old neighborhood, it is because it is an old district and there are plans for demolition.

　　The value is actually quite not low.

　　 Ke Wei Yuan was slightly surprised when he saw the text on the money, and then a faint smile appeared.

　　 says "Last Hour with Father"

　　 Wei Yuan signed the name and handed over the contract.

The lawyer smiled and said: "Mr. Fang Yang said, although you probably didn't mean it, you did offer a price far more expensive than this museum. Mr. Fang felt that it would be tacky to pay for it simply by money, so he This museum that his father and he both valued will be handed over to you, and it should be of greater value in your hands."

　　 "In addition, he hopes to convey a thank you."

　　 Wei Yuan nodded.

The lawyer exchanged two more greetings, and then deduced that there were other things. He got up and left, but Zhang Hao was still there. Seeing that the lawyer was gone, he got up and walked two steps and closed the door. Turning back, his face was full of headache. : "Master Wei Guan, you may have to help this time."

　　 He raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, then sighed:

　　 "As for the ghost restaurant that Lao Lai said, the ghosts over there seem to be a bit too shrewd~www.mtlnovel.com~We policemen passed by and they didn't come out at all..."

　　 Fang Yang on the other side of the ocean received the news that the contract had been completed.

　　 briefly exchanged a few words with the lawyer, put the phone down, raised his hand to cover his cheek, his face was exhausted.

　　 Shenzhou is in broad daylight, and it is already night here.

　　 He finally coaxed his son to fall asleep. When he was holding his son, he thought of his father inexplicably. When he was a child, did he hold himself like this? Then there will be a burst of pain and a strong sense of self-loathing.

　　 He was sitting in the study, and he looked quite old.

　　 I don't know how long has passed.

　　 drop, drop, drop——

　　 The laptop screen lights up.

　　 A new email.

Is 　　 the news from the partner?

　　 Fang Yang raised his spirits, but found that it was an unfamiliar address. He hesitated and opened the e-mail.

　　 "Do you want your father to be with you?"

　　 There was only one line of words on the screen, but Fang Yang's movements were instantly stagnated.

　　 Human desires will not disappear, and human hatred will not stop.

　　 People's nostalgia always exists, and people's guilt is always entangled in the heart when the dream comes back at midnight.

　　 These are obsessions.

　　The obsession will not disappear, and the technique will be born from this.

　　In the bustling city, the solitary soul is silent, and the computer screen shines brightly.

　　 I don't know how long it has been before, Fang Yang moved his finger and hit the keyboard.

　　 Click——

　　PS: Thank you for the rewards that don't rain in the west, thank you~

　　 Fang Yang's choice is not important, everyone thinks it's okay to refuse or agree~

Chapter end