Ten Thousand Soul Banner: Deceased, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?
Chapter 442 Meeting

Chapter 442: Chapter 442 Meeting

A great fire burned everything down in the Mu Family, but Old Mu wasn’t severely injured.

After getting his stomach pumped at the hospital, he was saved.

It’s uncertain whether he has a strong will to live, or if that bottle of sleeping pills wasn’t potent.

After a bout of noise, only Old Mu lay alone in the ward.

His gaze turned to the window, where a Bodhi Tree stood, its leaves glaring under the sunlight, the gentle breeze swaying the treetops like the rhythm of life, full of vitality.

Yet Old Mu only felt weak all over, with his mind in a haze.

He seemed to have a weightless, floating feeling over him.

The house was gone, his wife was dead, what was the point of him being alive? But now, he didn’t even have the strength to commit suicide.

He even resented those who saved him, wondering why they did, thinking it would have been better to die, for living was just suffering.

All these years, he only experienced life’s hardships, never tasted life’s sweetness; living was merely an ordeal.

Old Mu stared dully at the swaying branches outside the window, feeling lifeless, as he had lost all hope in life.

Just then, a middle-aged woman in a white coat walked in, carrying a tray.

"Brother Mu, I’ll change your drip."

She said, skillfully replacing Old Mu’s IV bottle.

The small town wasn’t big, and since Old Mu had lived there for so long, even if not familiar, everyone definitely knew one another.

Moreover, since Old Mu’s wife was bedridden for a long time, frequently visiting the hospital, they were even more familiar.

"You’re not seriously ill. With good rest, you’ll recover soon. Brother Mu, try to see things positively. Living offers hope, while dying means everything is gone..." The middle-aged nurse chattered on.

But Old Mu remained in a dazed posture, seemingly not hearing a word, leading her to sigh helplessly and prepare to leave with the empty IV bottle.

Suddenly, Old Mu spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse: "I saw Fei Yan."

"What?" The middle-aged nurse froze in her steps.

"When I was about to die, I saw Fei Yan. She hasn’t changed at all. She was the one who called people to save me, her face full of anxiety..." Old Mu said, his expression distant.

"That means Fei Yan wouldn’t want you to die, you should definitely live well," the middle-aged woman hurriedly said.

As for Old Mu’s words, she didn’t believe a single one, considering it merely his deathbed hallucination before being saved.

"Live?" Old Mu went silent once more.

Seeing this, the middle-aged woman said nothing further, leaving the room and shutting the door behind her.

Old Mu stared blankly outside the window, suddenly sensing someone by his bedside. Turning his head, he only saw the empty room—no one was there.

Feeling puzzled, he couldn’t shake the certainty of the strong sensation he just experienced.

Then thinking for a bit, he whispered: "Fei Yan, is that you? You were the one who called people to save me, wasn’t it? It wasn’t my imagination."

He seemed to be talking to himself, or perhaps to his daughter.

Zhou Cuiping looked at her daughter beside her, somewhat surprised.

"Can your dad see us?"

Mu Feiyan was also surprised, leaning closer to Old Mu and then shaking her head: "He shouldn’t be able to see us."

She was sure of this because Old Mu’s gaze wasn’t fixed on them.

In fact, when one’s luck and vitality deteriorate to a certain extent, they can often see ghosts, which was Old Mu’s situation now.

When he was near death, seeing his daughter wasn’t a hallucination.

"Mom, should we reveal ourselves?"

Mu Feiyan turned to ask her mother, feeling timid at the crucial moment.

"You should reveal yourself and meet him. Your dad has missed you so much, it’s made him almost ill, shouting your name even in his dreams. As for me... I’ll pass, being with him every day, he might find me annoying, you’re gone, let him have some peace..."

"Mom, how can you say that? Don’t you know how well dad treats you?"

"Does your dad treat me well? I don’t need you to say it, but it’s because he’s too good to me that I’m a burden on him..." Zhou Cuiping sighed.

"Mom..."

"All right, let’s not talk about it, I’ll go keep watch outside for anyone coming." Zhou Cuiping said, turning to leave the ward.

Mu Feiyan shifted her gaze back to Old Mu.

Old Mu stared blankly outside the window again, seemingly lost in thought.

Mu Feiyan pondered and slowly revealed herself.

She opened her mouth, wanting to call out "dad," but the words stuck in her throat, unable to come out.

She was both nervous and excited, causing her body to tremble slightly, but the more she felt this way, the more speechless she became, momentarily finding herself unable to speak.

Old Mu felt the presence by his bedside again, turning his head to see, and instantly froze.

"Fei...Feiyan?" Old Mu called out.

His mind was already foggy, and at that moment he felt like he was dreaming, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

He struggled to sit up, but his body was weak and limp, failing midway and collapsing back down.

"Dad, don’t move, just lie down." Mu Feiyan quickly said upon seeing this.

In that instant, her speechlessness was gone.

"Feiyan, it really is you."

Old Mu reached out to touch his daughter’s cheek, the delicate and warm touch so real, even if this were a dream, he was content.

"Dad, it’s me, I... I missed you so much... I’m sorry..." Mu Feiyan choked with sobs, speaking incoherently.

Old Mu also wept with old tears streaming down.

Listening to the cries outside, Zhou Cuiping peeked in and then sneaked back out.

After a long while, they gradually calmed down and stopped crying.

"Feiyan, it wasn’t my hallucination before, you were the one who called for help, right?" Old Mu held his daughter’s hand, examining her carefully, never getting enough.

It’s been over a decade since his daughter’s death, time eroding his memory, but now everything was clear again.

Mu Feiyan nodded, affirming she was the one who found help.

"I knew it... I knew it..." Old Mu held her hand joyfully.

Suddenly, he remembered something, asking incredulously, "Weren’t you dead? Did the police make a mistake back then? That can’t be, if you were alive, you’d be much older now, how are you still so young..."

Countless questions rose in Old Mu’s heart.

"Dad, here’s what happened..."

Mu Feiyan briefly explained it to him.

Upon hearing it, Old Mu was enlightened, yet a wave of sadness surged again.

The joy of discovering his daughter was alive was replaced by immense loss.

But quickly, he composed himself, asking seriously, "Feiyan, tell me, what really happened back then, who killed you?"

"Well..." Mu Feiyan hesitated on whether to tell him.

Since they planned to seek vengeance themselves, there was no need to tell her father. All he needed to do was live well.

PS: That’s it~