As this voice, like surround sound, echoed in the small courtyard.
Apart from me, my second uncle, and the Wei family members, everyone was startled, their faces changed dramatically.
My second uncle and the Wei family wives even cried out in fright, "Wah!"
Wei Lao Er, Lao San, and Lao Si were all extremely nervous.
They kept observing their surroundings.
Only Wei Lao Da, Wei Hai, remained somewhat calmer.
Looking at the empty surroundings, he said nervously:
"Dad, Dad, is that you? Are you back?"
"My son! It's me, it's me!"
The old man's voice sounded again.
But it was weak, like that of a long-ill patient.
Hearing this, Wei Hai lost his fear and became excited instead:
"Dad, Dad, where are you? I, I can't see you..."
"I, I'm right in front of you! My son! Dad misses you so much!"
This "right in front of you" scared Wei Lao Er and the others, who retreated repeatedly, moving away from Wei Lao Da.
Wei Lao Da looked at the empty space in front of him, tears flowing down, so excited that he cried.
Because Wei Lao Yezi had died without him seeing him.
By the time he rushed back, Wei Lao Yezi's body had already grown cold.
Seeing this, I quickly reminded him:
"Uncle Wei, you and Wei Lao Yezi only have two minutes.
The incense in the bowl will go out, and you won't be able to converse anymore.
Ask whatever you need to ask quickly."
I spoke directly.
Although I could use my fast-eye technique to directly reduce their internal heat, allowing them to see Wei Lao Yezi.
I could even allow physical contact.
However, it was best to avoid such things.
Because it would shorten one's lifespan.
Last time I helped Wen Li and Da Wei, it was also because I was moved by their affection.
Wei Lao Da nodded repeatedly upon hearing my words:
"Thank you, thank you, Daoist Priest Qin!"
After speaking, he looked at the emptiness in front of him and hurriedly asked:
"Dad! Do you have any unresolved wishes, anything you didn't say?
Tell me, your son will fulfill it for you.
May you rest in peace soon!"
As soon as Wei Lao Da finished speaking.
The Wei Lao Yezi's voice sounded again in the empty surroundings:
"Hai'er!
Dad just misses you too much and wants to see you.
There's something I want to tell you.
Also, Dad was tormented to death by your younger brothers.
I died so miserably!
Don't believe the instigation of these unfilial sons, don't give them any more money.
They are a bunch of parasites..."
Hearing this, a hint of solemnity instantly appeared on my usually calm face.
Wei Lao Da also suddenly looked at his brothers and sisters-in-law beside him.
The three Wei brothers and their wives were already scared out of their wits.
Upon hearing their late father's ghostly voice, they were trembling all over.
At this moment, upon hearing these words.
They were so scared that they "patted" and knelt on the ground.
Each of them began to kowtow on the ground in extreme terror.
"Dad! I was wrong!"
"Dad, it was all Da Fen's idea, it has nothing to do with me!"
"Dad, I was forced. It was Second Brother and Second Sister-in-law who did it..."
"Dad, don't listen to them. I was also forced. Dad, I was wrong, spare me!"
"..."
For a moment, the five people on the ground kowtowed and admitted their mistakes.
Their heads made "bang bang" sounds as they struck the ground.
I squinted my eyes. These three brothers indeed had something going on.
I just didn't expect that Wei Lao Yezi's death was caused by them.
I remained silent, just watching.
Wei Lao Da was furious, his teeth gnashing together "creakily".
But he still continued to ask:
"Dad, what did they do to you?
Tell me, your son will surely get justice for you."
After hearing this, Wei Lao Yezi sighed deeply:
"These beasts, in order to extort money from you.
They starved me every day.
They covered my mouth with pillows, didn't give me clothes to wear.
They made me sick, made me go to the hospital.
So that you would pay.
Dad was a burden alive.
But Dad couldn't bear to leave you, and I didn't get to speak to you before I died, so I didn't want to go.
Now, Dad can finally speak to you.
Also, Dad doesn't want to be worshipped by these three unfilial sons. I want to be buried with your mother.
This way, Dad will have no regrets..."
Wei Lao Yezi began to talk with Wei Lao Da continuously.
Pouring out his wishes.
I didn't interrupt, just listened quietly.
It turned out that Wei Lao Yezi's last wish was to speak to Wei Lao Da.
After death, he didn't want to be worshipped in his old home.
He also wanted to be buried with his wife.
In fact, the requests were very simple.
And easy to resolve, easy to handle.
It was just that the Wei family's three brothers had done something rather excessive.
During their father's lifetime, they and their wives had abused their own father.
Intentionally making him sick and hospitalized, and then extorting money from Wei Lao Da.
They also concealed the truth.
Even video calls were threatened.
But Wei Lao Yezi was already seventy-eight years old.
He was already paralyzed and bedridden, how could he withstand such constant torment?
So his condition recently worsened.
When he had a heart attack, the few of them were playing mahjong.
They even asked Wei Lao Yezi to hold on, saying they would send him to the hospital after finishing one round.
This caused a lot of delay.
By the time they sent him to the hospital, it was too late.
Even one minute earlier, Wei Lao Yezi would not have died.
Wei Lao Yezi, after his death, naturally had grievances and last wishes.
That is, he did not want to be worshipped by these unfilial descendants.
He wanted to see his only filial son, Wei Lao Da.
At the same time, he didn't want to stay in this old house, etc.
The two minutes were very short.
So after Wei Lao Yezi finished speaking.
There was no way to reminisce with Wei Lao Da, and the incense stick inserted in the rice bowl went out.
The rice in the rice bowl also stopped jumping.
"Dad! Dad!"
Wei Lao Da shouted at the surroundings.
But he could no longer hear his father's voice.
Finally, with a "plop", he knelt on the ground.
Separated by yin and yang, there was no chance to meet again.
He could only continue to cry and vent his grief and indignation...