The reborn cute wife is a ghost

Chapter 175 Resurrection (1)
Fu Tianlang still maintained the posture just now, clasping her hand tightly, and there was an unspeakable emotion in his eyes.

"A-Lang, what's the matter?" Mother Qiao pushed open the door of the ward and came in.

There was an inexplicable dullness in the air.

Mother Qiao felt it was weird, she stepped forward and glanced at Qiao Wan, seeing that she hadn't woken up yet, she frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you, I was talking to you, why didn't you answer?"

Fu Tianlang turned sideways slowly, his whole body was trembling slightly when he spoke: "Aunt Qiao, help me see, what's wrong with Wanwan?"

He asked cautiously, even squeezing her hand with unprecedented lightness.

Qiao's mother's complexion darkened, she put her finger under Qiao Wan's nose, then trembled slightly, and touched her neck tremblingly, her heart...

Then Mother Qiao screamed and sat down on the ground.

"Doctor! Doctor! My daughter is out of breath!" She left Fu Tianlang alone and rushed out of the ward.

Then, other members of the Qiao family came to ask questions. Seeing Qiao Wan lying on the bed without even a trace of breath, Qiao's mother couldn't bear the blow for a while, and she fell dizzy.

Qiao Min wiped away her tears, wondering what was going on, why did such a good person disappear?
But the specific reason, even an old doctor who has practiced for many years, couldn't explain it. He could only check it with a flashlight and judged: Qiao Wan was indeed dead.

Qiao's family couldn't accept it and wanted to make a fuss, but how could they make a fuss?Everyone has gone, what else can I do besides accepting it?
So after being sad, Father Qiao was the first to pull himself together, wiped away his tears, and planned to send Qiao Wan to the morgue.

But at this moment, Fu Tianlang refused to let go.

He carefully held her in his arms: "She's not dead."

Father Qiao was taken aback at first, then shook his head: "Ah Lang, you accept the reality...Win her...she's dead."

Fu Tianlang remained silent, took one of her hands, buried his head and kissed her fingers with the most gentle movements, repeating: "She's not dead."

He was speaking not so much to them as to himself.

It was raining patter outside, but inside the ward there was silence.

Fu Tianlang lowered his head and pressed his forehead against her neck. The cold touch and stopped pulse told him all the time that this girl was gone, and no matter how much he waited for her, she couldn't bring it back or keep her.

It was late at night, but a black shadow appeared on the deserted street at this moment.

The black cat that had been guarding under the hospital bed just now suddenly ran across the street very quickly.

Aqi jumped onto the wall and the roof, her soft limbs nimbly chasing the light in front of her.

It was a faint soul, it knew that it was one of the strands left by Qiao Wan, and now it would leave by itself, then the owner must have been severely injured and could no longer sustain it.

The black cat under the moon looked lonely and cold, and finally came to an old residential building after following for a long time.

The houses here have been built for an unknown number of years. The walls of the back alleys are mottled and covered with moss at the bottom. There are a few unoccupied houses with broken windows, and some even have only a rusty frame left.

The distance between the two buildings is very close, the black cat dodges, and jumps directly into the opponent's room from the balcony next door.

As soon as the cat's paw touched the ground, it narrowed its eyes, looked at the talisman paper props in the room, and walked out through the crack of the door.

The host was not there, and there was only a girl about sixteen or seventeen sitting in the living room.

She dozed off with her head propped up, a lot of firewood was placed beside her, and a large iron basin was burning vigorously in front of her.

The black cat noticed Qiao Wan's remaining soul, and because he couldn't enter the gourd, he was wandering quietly outside. He tried to rush down several times, but was knocked away by the yellow talisman on the gourd.

There was a gleam of light in the black cat's green eyes, and it turned around without disturbing the girl, and turned back the way it came.

At dawn, Qiao's father woke up from the gloom, and the younger daughter had gone, but this day had to go on, so he wiped away his tears and wanted to deal with Qiao Wan's affairs.

But as soon as he raised his head, he found Fu Tianlang sitting by the bed. He still maintained the posture of last night, with his arms around Qiao Wan, his face pale and ashen, as if he hadn't slept all night.

Father Qiao let out a long sigh. Thinking of his daughter, he seemed to be feeling sad again.

At this time, the black cat, which hadn't returned all night, jumped in from the window sill, moved its soft limbs slightly, and jumped onto the hospital bed.

Fu Tianlang turned sideways slowly, and met it with cold eyes.

Looking at each other, the black cat seems to be psychic, with a pair of green eyes glowing faintly.

"Meow!"

It screamed suddenly, opened its mouth and bit his cuff, and pulled it out vigorously.

Fu Tianlang was startled at first, then narrowed his eyes: "Where do you want to take me?"

"Meow!"

The black cat barked again, trembling all over against his sinister body.

In fact, Aqi didn't know where the yin evil came from him, but luckily he didn't know how to use it, otherwise, even a hundred-year-old ghost like her would be bruised to pieces just by touching it lightly.

Fu Tianlang looked at it for a while, and finally he was willing to let Qiao Wan go. He lowered his eyes, and there was no wave in his expression.

Gently touched her cold arm, it was no longer a living body, even if it was covered by him all night, it might not be able to catch a trace of residual warmth.

"She's not dead."

"Meow!"

"You want to take me to find her?"

"Meow!"

Qiao's mother cried all night last night, and finally fell asleep from exhaustion when the sky was getting dark. She hasn't woken up yet, and the only person in the room who sees all this is Qiao's father.

He was a little surprised, Fu Tianlang was talking to a cat?

The next second, Fu Tianlang moved. He carefully arranged for Qiao Wan and the black cat to go out. The sound of closing the door was not loud, but it woke Qiao Li up.

She leaned on the edge of the table and asked, "Where is Brother Lang going?"

Father Qiao remained silent, his eyes still fixed on the direction of the gate.

The boundless darkness submerged himself, and the scorching boiling water, the climax that was about to squeeze the whole gourd, woke Qiao Wan up suddenly.

She kept panting on the ground, hugging the half-burned ghost robe, telling herself that she couldn't sleep, but at the same time wishing to pass out immediately.

(End of this chapter)