Chapter 103

Wu Qingyuan floated in the street and let pedestrians pass through his body without any fuss.

He didn't know whether he was dreaming or what was happening. He only knew that when he woke up and opened his eyes, he was floating in the street like a 'ghost' now.

However, he is sure that he is not a ghost now, because he is not afraid of the sun like the legendary ghost, and there is no ox head and horse face to hook his soul, but others can't see and touch him. For everyone, he is like a transparent person. In addition, he is nothing special, nor does he seem to be dreaming, because everything around him is really incredible.

To be exact, he guessed that he was now more like an out of body soul, a little mysterious, but there was no better explanation than this.

Since we don't know what the situation is, we can't change it. Let's see for a while.

This is an ancient street, which is very similar to the road of Shiqiao Town, but it is not, because there are no shops of Wu Ji on the street, and the name of Shiqiao Town is not written on the sign at the entrance of the town. This is a place he doesn't know.

The town is very lively and prosperous. Looking at the look and clothes of the people passing by shows that the living standard here is good.

Wu Qingyuan strolls leisurely. He likes this lively and peaceful place. The peaceful world is full of unparalleled charm for every last person, and he has an unspeakable love for this town, as if there is something very important to him here, attracting and tempting him.

Enjoying this tranquility, suddenly several sedan bearers in front of them ran towards this side with a middle-aged man dressed like a housekeeper of a large family.

"Hurry up, hurry up! Please hurry up, my young master is dying..."

I saw a group of people in a panic. The middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper hurried the sedan chair man so anxiously that a man of dozens of years old was about to cry.

Several sedan chairs heard his voice. Although they were sweating and panting, they still gritted their teeth, took out all their strength to run with the sedan chair, and tried to send the sedan chair doctor to the Han family as soon as possible.

Seeing this, the people around couldn't help but stop and shake their heads and sigh.

"Why do you think God doesn't have eyes? Master Han is a famous good man in our town. He treats servants well and tenant farmers well. It's rare that master Han is still affectionate and married Mrs. Han. But why is his luck so bad? He gave birth to a little brother without children. The young master doesn't say that the little brother is still a sick child“

"Yes, it's said that young master Han is so weak that he hasn't broken his medicine since childhood. The doctors in the town have seen it. Even master Han, the doctor in the capital, has asked people to come, but it's useless. Last time master Han sent rice to everyone, I saw young master Han. He looks really good, but he looks like someone who wants to go at any time. Master Han and Mrs. Han are worried to death."

"Hey, master Han and Mrs Han are all good people. According to the servants of the Han family, the young master is also kind-hearted. I hope God has long eyes and let young master Han get better as soon as possible. Master Han is not young and I'm afraid it's difficult to regenerate......"

It's not hard to hear from the people around us that the Han family has a good reputation in the town. The master and wife are all good people. Now the only young master of the Han family is in danger of illness, and everyone is worried about it.

Wu Qingyuan listened for a while. It was clear that the Han family had nothing to do with him, but when he heard the words "young master Han", he was inexplicably worried. His intuition told him that this young master Han was very important to him.

He always believed in his intuition. Anyway, he had nothing to do. He might as well go and have a look. His body fluttered. Wu Qingyuan looked for it along the direction where the sedan chair had just left.

The small town is not large. Since the Han family is a rich master, the house of the residence is naturally well repaired, and the sign of the Han family is hung at the door. However, after a while, he found a place. Everyone can't see him, and he doesn't need to knock at the door, so he directly floated into the house.

Because the young master of the family is critically ill, the atmosphere of the whole Korean house is tense at the moment. All the servants gather outside the house to wait for orders, while master Han and Mrs. Han stay by the bed and watch the doctor diagnose with worry.

When the doctor sighed, shook his head and said "there's nothing I can do", master Han shook his head. Mrs. Han couldn't stand being soft to the ground on the spot, and then climbed to the bed crying. Holding her weak and panting son, she cried bitterly, and kept shouting "my hard-working son..."

The young master Han in bed wanted to talk. However, he was suffering from pain and panting. He could only look at his parents' efforts and shake his head slightly to comfort him.

The servant girls in the house also red their eyes and cried in a low voice. For a time, the atmosphere was sad.

Wu Qingyuan looked at everything in front of him. Inexplicably, he also grabbed it. He couldn't help looking at the bedside. He felt that there was a very important and important person lying on the bed.

"Ah Mo!"

When he saw the man in bed, he couldn't calm down and shouted out.

He as like as two peas, but the boy lying on the bed is only six or seven years old, and the outline is not yet very young, but the facial features are exactly the same as the grown up Amer.

“.....”

Wu Qingyuan shouted loudly, but the servant girls and master and Mrs. Han around him didn't feel it and continued to cry sadly.

The boy on the bed seemed to notice, and his eyes looked at him. When his eyes fell on him floating in the air, his pupils narrowed and his expression changed. It was obvious that the boy saw him!

"Can you see me? Are you Amer?"

Wu Qingyuan keenly found the other party's Micro expression and floated over with some joy. While talking, he couldn't help reaching out to grab the other party's hand.

It is amazing that not only the teenager can see him, but also he can meet each other. In front of the teenager, he is finally not a non-existent transparent person. He is real, and they can feel each other's temperature.

He happily touched the boy's face on the bed and asked, feeling a little excited. Amo can always easily influence him and make him lose his mind. He wants to know whether the boy is amo. He is eager to know that everyone can't see him here, but the boy can see him. There must be some connection between them.

Just excited, he forgot how the boy in bed could answer his question if he couldn't even breathe. The boy was frightened by him. Any ordinary child would be frightened when he saw a 'ghost' floating in mid air.

"Cough..."

The boy on the bed suddenly began to cough hurriedly. A trace of blood overflowed with the corners of his mouth. He was so frightened that master Han and Mrs. Han, who were guarding by the bed, cried even more. In his mouth, he called the name Wu Qingyuan wanted to ask just now, "ah Mo, Mo'er, mother's Mo'er..."

The doctor stood by the bed and looked at it, but there was nothing he could do.

Wu Qingyuan's heart also pulled when he saw this scene. He didn't know whether it was real or dreaming. Looking at little amo with a blue face and a painful cough on the bed, he felt very uncomfortable. He couldn't stand the pain of his beloved. He wanted to help him, but he didn't know what to do. His power can only heal wounds but not diseases, Besides, he is still a ghost like existence, and his powers can't be used.

He held little ah Mo's face on the bed. He didn't know what to do. He could only kiss each other's cheeks, eyes, nose and panting lips again and again. He didn't know whether he was comforting the people on the bed or himself.

However, at this time, little amo, who had a bad cough just now, suddenly stopped slowly, his painful expression eased, his breath also gasped, and his pale and blue face also had a trace of red.

Wu Qingyuan lowered his head and found that a strange force was passed from his holding the young man's hand. There is no doubt that this force is good for the young man's sick body.

As soon as he was happy, he quickly sat down at the head of the bed, held the young man's hand tightly with one hand, and continued to touch each other's face with the other hand to comfort him. "Don't be afraid, it's all right, it won't hurt soon..."

"Doctor, doctor, look, Mel, he doesn't cough and his Qi is smooth. Look, look!"

Mrs. Han at the bedside also found the abnormality of her son. Even the tears in the corners of her eyes had no time to wipe, she screamed with joy. Master Han also saw it and took his wife's shoulder to show her joy.

When the doctor heard and looked over, he found that the young master on the bed seemed to have changed. Without delay, he hurried over to check his pulse.

The people in the room waited nervously. For a long time, the doctor's smiling Korean master and his wife arched their hands.

"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Han. God bless you. The young master has survived this pass. I'll prescribe some medicine later. Be careful not to let the young master catch a cold in the future. Otherwise, with the young master's body, every time you get sick, you'll have to walk at the gate of the hell..."

The doctor asked carefully. The overjoyed master and Mrs. Han nodded gratefully.

The servant girl in the house also breathed a sigh of relief, folded her hands and thanked God for not taking the young master's life, otherwise the master and wife would be so sad.

After the people left the room and calmed down, little ah Mo, who was much better in bed, stared at the man who was still holding his hand and gently touching his face, and whispered in fear.

"Uncle, are you... A ghost?"

"I'm your brother Wu."