C220 Old Ancestor

As the person closest to the Old Ancestor, Yun Tsingyu only understood the Old Ancestor's body. At the beginning of this year, the Old Ancestor was still the same as always, but after the sixth month, his body was getting worse and worse. Although he didn't have any illness or condition, after his body aged, his condition made people feel more helpless and hopeless.

This was not something that could be changed just by relying on the current level of medical treatment or any other medicine. The loss of life was originally the most irreversible rule in this world.

"These days, the Old Ancestor has been sleeping on the bed for longer and longer periods of time, and his spirit is also getting weaker and weaker. I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on much longer." Yun Tsingyu said.

Yun Hao remained silent. With this hand of his, he was also unable to say any words of consolation.

Everything will be fine? It's fine? If he were to speak of such self-deceptive words now, it would only cause others to feel disgust.

"Let's not talk about this. Life and death will come naturally to us. The Old Ancestor is much more optimistic than us." Yun Tsingyu waved his hand and said to Yun Hao: "Quickly go in. The Old Ancestor is waiting for you in his room."

"Ok, Uncle Tsingyu, I'll be going in then."

Yun Hao lifted his leg and walked into the room, easily stepping on the familiar road towards the room where the Old Ancestor was.

Because every year at the Spring Festival, Yun Hao would come and pay a visit to the Old Ancestor, not only to the people of his entire Yun Family Village, but also to this place.

He walked through a narrow corridor and entered a small bamboo forest. The Old Ancestor's house was a lone door, and it was situated in the middle of a bamboo forest. In front of him was a verdant bamboo shoot, and behind him was a banana.

When Yun Hao arrived in front of the Old Ancestor's room, he stopped and began to tidy up his clothing. The Old Ancestor had taken a liking to all of this. He had always thought that if a person could not clean themselves up, they would not be able to do anything else that was perfect.

As a result, before entering the room, every single Yun Family Village cultivator who came to visit the Old Ancestor would carefully tidy up their clothes and appearance, afraid that there would be something inappropriate that would cause the Old Ancestor to be unhappy.

There was some dust on his hair and clothes, and it was not possible to clean them off in a short while, so he could only take off his jacket, fold it and place it on the clothes rack by the door, before lightly knocking on the door.

Dong, dong, dong!

Yun Hao opened his mouth and said: "Old Ancestor, I am Yun Hao, I have come to see you."

After the sound of knocking was heard, the sound of footsteps could be heard from within the room.

A middle-aged woman walked over and opened the door.

Upon seeing Yun Hao, the woman said: "Ah, it's Yun Hao. The Old Ancestor is currently eating breakfast, quickly come in."

Yun Hao faced the woman and respectfully said: "Greetings, Aunt."

This woman was Yun Tsingyu's wife, a typical rural housewife. Ever since the Old Ancestor's body gradually weakened, she had always been in the room taking care of him.

Yun Hao walked into the room, and instantly, an aged smell entered Yun Hao's nose.

This smell was not really a stench, but it was certainly not a good smell either. It was the smell of an ordinary old man. The older a person got, the more obvious this smell became.

Thus, some people called it the aura of death.

When Yun Hao came over to visit during the new year, the smell was not as thick as it sounded.

Yun Hao glanced around and saw the Old Ancestor lying on a large bed in the middle of the room. He leaned against the pillow and sat on the bed, with a blanket over his body.

The old ancestor who was sitting there was already beyond old!

When Yun Hao saw it, he was even a little shocked. When they met on the Qingming Festival, he was still old, with long hair and a childish face, and a pair of bright eyes. His white hair was combed neatly, and he walked as if he was flying. Now, his hair had become loose, and a few stray strands stuck to his skull. His eyes were a dead grey, and his skin was wrinkled on his face, to the point where it was hard to tell his original appearance.

In just a few short months, how could a person be this old?

After Yun Hao came in, the Old Ancestor's lowered eyelids slightly lifted, and he glanced at Yun Hao, and said: "Little Hao, you're back. Come, come, come to the Old Ancestor's side …"

His voice was also weak as he spoke, accompanied by heavy breathing. Every breath was like a bellows being sucked, appearing extremely obscure.

Only then did Yun Hao come back to his senses, and hurriedly walked forward, respectfully squatting beside the Old Ancestor's bed, and said: "Old Ancestor, I have returned."

"Come here, come here …" The Old Ancestor waved towards Yun Hao and said: "Come in before the Old Ancestor and let him have a good look at you in the end."

Yun Hao hurriedly took another step forward, grabbed the old ancestor's skinny hand that was waving non-stop, and said: "Old Ancestor, I am here …"

"Yeah, it's over here. I saw it, I touched it too …" The Old Ancestor grabbed onto Yun Hao's hand, as if he was holding onto some straw of hope.

The Old Ancestor used a lot of strength to grab onto Yun Hao's hand, causing Yun Hao to feel some pain.

This was a very strange thing. The Old Ancestor clearly looked as if he might die, but why did he still have so much strength left in his hands?

The Old Ancestor turned his head to look at his daughter-in-law and said, "Okay, you can leave. I want to talk to Little Hao alone."

"Old Ancestor … You haven't finished your breakfast. " Yun Tsingyu's wife said.

The Old Ancestor shook his head and said, "I'm not eating …"

"How can we do that? How can we not eat quickly? Let's finish our breakfast first." With that, Yun Tsingyu's wife raised another spoonful of the porridge and brought it to the Old Ancestor's mouth.

"You can leave." The Old Ancestor insisted.

Seeing that, Yun Hao immediately stepped forward: "Aunt, let me do it, I will feed the Old Ancestor."

Yun Tsingyu's wife hesitated for a bit, she did not dare disobey the Old Ancestor, and was also worried about the Old Ancestor's body, if he did not eat, then he would be able to hold on for even less time. Hearing Yun Hao say this, it would be a compromise, so he nodded his head, and placed the bowl and chopsticks in his hands into Yun Hao's hands, and said: "Then you better feed the Old Ancestor well."

"Aunt, don't worry." Yun Hao said.

After Yun Tsingyu's wife left the room, Yun Hao moved a chair over and placed it on the bedside. He also scooped a spoonful of porridge and brought it to the Old Ancestor's mouth, saying: "Old Ancestor, please eat a little more."