Maybe Wang Binglin also saw the worries of the two, as an elder, he naturally didn't want to give too much unwarranted pressure to these two little heroes who saved their lives. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

So he took the opportunity to be relieved: "But then again, that friend of yours, Bai Yiyang, is also the descendant of the Bai family, if he comes forward, the matter will not be undone, maybe the three elders of the Wang family will sell him a thin noodle." ”

"Really?" Tianhong and Yu Bing exclaimed.

"Well, it's very likely that you won't look at the face of the monk and see the face of the Buddha!"

"So instead of worrying about it, you should wait here for their news."

Or, tell me a little bit more about my nephews, I'd like to know how they've been doing over the years. Wang Binglin looked at the two with longing eyes.

As soon as the two of them heard that he wanted to inquire about the black-clothed little ghost Wang Kun, they couldn't help but look at the Taishi chair next to him.

At the same time, his face was also full of hesitation, and his heart was a war between heaven and man, on the one hand, he promised Wang Dingkun not to tell him about his arrival, and on the other hand, he felt that this middle-aged uncle was not easy, for more than 20 years, he missed his nephew so much, but he couldn't see it, it was too cruel.

This move of the two of them undoubtedly attracted the attention of Wang Binglin, who has been in personnel for a long time.

At that moment, he asked a little excitedly: "Is there anything strange on the chair next to me, why do you go there again and again, could it be my little nephew, right there?" ”

Tianhong and the others were taken aback by his question, and muttered in their hearts: "Could it be that he has seen through it?" ”

But the two promised Wang Dingkun that they couldn't tell him about coming here, judging from Wang Neilin's tone now, it was obvious that he already knew something about the matter, and if he continued to hide it, it would be too unkind.

Tianhong, who was already impatient, saw that things had developed to this point, so he simply said to the Taishi chair next to Wang Binglin: "Wang Dingkun, he is your uncle after all, I think you should come out to meet him, you see that he is so concerned about you, can you bear to turn a blind eye?" ”

To be honest, Tianhong's behavior of talking to the air in the ancient mansion in the middle of the night is really weird, especially in such an old house, under the dim candlelight, talking to an old Taishi chair.

After finishing speaking, everyone fell silent, and the three of them, with six eyes, stared at the Taishi chair in unison, expecting Wang Dingkun to appear.

After a while, a cool wind spread around the three of them, as if someone was blowing on their necks.

The three of them knew in their hearts that this should be the precursor of Wang Dingkun's transformation.

Sure enough, after the yin wind passed, on the Taishi chair next to Wang Binglin, a shadow slowly emerged, as if there was nothing.

After a while, the shadow of nothingness began to slowly stand out, and finally condensed into the appearance of the black-clothed little ghost Wang Dingkun.

It was still a miserable white face, as if it had been decorated with flour, without a trace of blood.

But if you ignore those dead fish-like eyes, this Wang Dingkun is definitely an incomparably handsome child.

It's just that at this moment, there is a little more sadness on his handsome face.

"Kun'er, is it really you?"

Wang Binglin asked softly and a little excitedly at the black-clothed ghost.

"Uncle, it's me, I'm Kun'er, have you been doing well all these years?" Wang Dingkun responded in a sad tone.

While speaking, a pair of dead fish eyes stared at Wang Binglin tightly, as if he didn't want to leave for a moment.

"I've been fine all these years, but why have you become like this?" Wang Binglin looked back at the black-clothed ghost Wang Dingkun, and before he said a few words, he was already in tears.

"It's all in the past, so don't mention it now."

"This time, I followed Yiyang and Tianhong back to Chenzhou, in order to prevent my father from making mistakes again and again, and when the matter is over, I will also go to reincarnation." Wang Dingkun looked at Wang Binglin and said softly.

"Kun'er, I've suffered you all these years, your father is also a poor man, if you have the opportunity, I hope you can persuade your friend and give him a way out." Wang Binglin said earnestly.

"Well, I will persuade him, but he is really too bad, he is still ambushing Yiyang and others by the tea shed outside Chenzhou City during the day today, and it may not be easy to persuade him to turn back." Wang Dingkun couldn't help lowering his head as he spoke.

Because he suddenly thought that after arriving in Chenzhou, he would finally have to face the scene of father and son turning against each other.

With his father's past behavior, the people of the Wang family will definitely not let him go, so when the time comes, the father and son will face the enemy, and they really don't know how to face it.

"Kun'er, do your best to obey the destiny of heaven, after the Wang family's affairs are over, can you stay with your uncle for a few days before going to reincarnation?" Wang Binglin said in an inquiring tone.

"No, people and ghosts have different paths, he can't stay here, otherwise it will affect your luck."

"Once the matter is over, we will take him back to Chenzhou, because he has been dead for more than ten years, and his father used a special method to remove his name from the ghost book, so there is no longer Wang Dingkun's ghost, there is just a black-clothed monster who does not jump out of the five elements in the Three Realms."

"Now he can't go to the fetus normally, so he has to go back to Baishui Village and find a way for my grandmother, maybe there is a glimmer of hope."

Tianhong said mercilessly.

Wang Dingkun smiled bitterly and said slowly: "Tianhong is not wrong, I must return to Chenzhou at that time, thank you uncle for all these years, I know tonight that there are still people in the world who care about me so much, it is already considered a peace of mind, if there is an afterlife, I am willing to become my uncle's own son, in order to repay my uncle's great kindness." ”

Saying that, Wang Dingkun walked down from the Taishi chair again, knelt heavily in front of Wang Binglin, and bowed three times.

At the end, he raised his head and said reluctantly: "Uncle, the time is almost up, you hurry up and take Tianhong and them to the Wang family to report the news, and it will change later." ”

Wang Binglin nodded with difficulty, stretched out his big hand full of calluses, and wanted to help Wang Dingkun up.

It's a pity that when he reached out, he actually passed straight through Wang Dingkun's body, as if he had touched the air, and there was no focus at all.

Wang Binglin thought about it, his nephew is now a ghost, how can he touch it?

I could only smile wryly and shake my head, and leave it at that.

Seeing this situation, Wang Dingkun could only enlighten and said: "Uncle don't be too sad, life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky, I can get to know Yiyang and their friends, I have died without regrets, and I can see my uncle again before reincarnation, and I am even more satisfied, so uncle doesn't have to feel sorry for me, I will give you a dream when I have a chance in the future." ”

After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for Wang Binglin to respond, just turned around and turned into a puff of green smoke, burrowed into Tianhong's gourd, and disappeared in an instant.

I think he was also afraid that he would be reluctant, so he was ruthless and took the lead in leaving.