There are earth-shaking changes across the line. One second, it was flat asphalt land with shaded trees, and the next second it was potholed rocky land.
Noisy hawkers, busy crowds on bicycles, and the scenes that suddenly come into view seem to be stained with a layer of old yellow with the precipitation of time. This is a completely different era from Wen Ran's. The era only seen on TV.
Wen Ran looked around. The busy crowd was so detailed. All the clothes, every word of the conversation, and even the subtle expressions were so vivid and real. If Wen Ran didn't know that what he saw before him no longer existed, he can't help but wonder if this is another real world.
This is the first time for Wen Ran to come to the world where ghost domain is condensed. Looking at the things in front of him, he can't help but feel a sense of novelty and exploration.
People in this world can't see him, and when they overlap with him they cannot touch him. It's a strange feeling to go through them, but after trying it twice, Wen Ran began to avoid the crowd as much as possible.
The ghost domain condensed by the ghost must be related to it during its lifetime. Wen Ran did not walk around, but stood aside and observed for a long time, until a woman wearing a maternity dress but whose belly was not too obvious came to a vegetable seller.
At the aunt's stall, the woman seemed to be the daughter of the aunt who sold vegetables, the woman helped the aunt close the stall. While the aunt was busy with her hands and feet, she said words of reproach but obviously caring.
Wen Ran didn't know why he noticed them, but he paid attention to them intuitively.
He saw the two closed the stall, the aunt was pushing a bicycle with two baskets of vegetables, and the pregnant woman was walking behind slowly. The aunt was still scolding her daughter, saying that she should not run around if she has a big belly, how easy it is to collide with people the market, it's not safe.
The pregnant woman just smiled, obviously used to her mother's nagging, but her complexion was a bit unwell. She was slightly pale, and she couldn't hide the sadness in her expression.
The two returned to a shared courtyard house, which was dilapidated and old. They lived in one of the rooms.
When the woman opened the room, a strong smell of Chinese medicine spread from inside. The auntie frowned and moved her mouth, as if wanted to say something but held back in the end, and just pretended to ask casually: "How is Xiao Jun today?"
The woman brushed her messy hair and smiled at her mother: "It's pretty good, he fell asleep after taking the medicine, and I didn't have much trouble."
The auntie glanced at her daughter, and gave her a rather indignant look. Then she grabbed a handful of leftover vegetables and went to the side tank to clean them.
Wen Ran followed behind them, looking at the almost bare house.
There were two beds in the house, separated by only a curtain. The poverty was heartbreaking. There is a person lying on the bed inside. If he is healthy, he should be a tall man, but now he seems to be seriously ill and has become dry and thin. There is only a skeleton left.
But the woman didn't dislike him in the slightest. She first lifted the curtain and took a look to make sure that the man was fast asleep and he wasn't feeling bad, then she went out to help her mother pick vegetables.
A plate of pickled vegetables, a plate of stir vegetables, and a bowl of porridge are the dinner for the mother and daughter.
Later, the woman filled a bowl with the chicken soup that was simmering on the stove, took out the chicken inside, cut it into minced meat, stirred it into the white porridge, brought it to the room, and fed it to the sick man little by little.
While the woman was feeding the porridge and soup inside, the auntie was counting the money outside. One cent and two cents, which was a face value that Wen Ran couldn't understand, but looking at the pile of dime bills, it didn't seem like much money.
A handful of money was counted and counted by the aunt. After making sure that there were no mistakes, she folded it neatly and put it in a cloth pocket.
Seeing her daughter coming out with an empty bowl, the aunt said: "Mom has something to do tomorrow, so I won't put out the stall. You don't have to go to the market to pick me up."
The woman touched her belly and said, "I can help out."
The auntie glared at her daughter, "You've only past three months, and your fetus hasn't stabilized yet. I don't need you for some money!"
How could a woman not know what's going on at home, she disapproved and looked at her mother pleadingly: "Mom..."
The Auntie waved her hand impatiently: "Okay, okay. Now, you won't put the stall tomorrow, so you can also go into the house to rest. You won't listen when I told you to rid this child, being a mother is harming you. If you want it, then take good care of it, it's what I owe you in my previous life!"
The man in the room coughed a few times, the woman who wanted to say something hurriedly got up and entered the room. The aunt looked behind the curtain and sighed deeply.
The scene changed and turned into a mud road full of loess. The Auntie got off an old bus and carefully looked at the house numbers of each house. She kept searching around a small village until she finally found a house with medicinal herbs drying in front of the door.
She knocked on the door and shouted: "Is this Dr. Wang's house? Is anyone there?"
A young man in his twenties opened the door. Wen Ran who followed the Auntie fixed his eyes on him. Even though this person was much younger, Wen Ran could tell at a glance that this young man was Wang Guolun.
The young Wang Guolun asked about this aunt's purpose, and invited her into the house.
He said that his grandfather had passed away not long ago, and said, "When my grandfather was alive, he was often called Hua Tuo, and many terminally ill people was cured in the hands of my grandfather. As long as the old man wants to save, there is no one who cannot be saved."
The aunt's face was obviously desperate, her face was pale and with trembling lips said: "It's too late, t's too late. If I had known, I would have come earlier, maybe Xiao Jun could still be rescued..."
Wang Guolun looked at the aunt in front of him, licked his lips and said: "Although my grandfather is gone, he still has some medicine left.
"The one in your family has bone cancer, right? Bone cancer is rarer than other cancers, but just using medicinal materials may not be enough.
"Unfortunately, my grandfather is no longer here, but there are still some medicines he made that specialize in cancer. After taking a few courses of treatment, it will definitely be fine to live for another four or five years."
The Auntie looked up, with a glimmer of hope in her eyes: "Four or five years?"
Wang Guolun smiled: "At least four or five years. In these four or five years, if you can find other capable old doctors, maybe you can really save a life."
The aunt couldn't help but squeeze the cloth bag sewn in the corner of her clothes: "Then... how much does the medicine cost?"
Wang Guolun said: "This medicine is twelve packets for a course of treatment, one packet can be drunk for three days. I don't have much here, only for three courses of treatment left, 300 yuan per course."
300 yuan, the salary of ordinary workers these days is only a few dozen yuan, 300 yuan can be said to be a sky-high price.
Hearing the price, the aunt who already pale turned even paler in an instant, and her expression became a little flustered: "Is this so expensive? I don't have so much money here..."
The hope of saving life was right in front of her eyes, but the lack of money made her lost hope.
Wang Guolun said: "Then how much do you have, auntie? Let me see, and I will give you some according to your conditions."
The aunt quickly took out all the money from her pocket, all kinds of value, a total of only 170 yuan. This is all the savings of the family.
Wang Guolun raised his eyebrows and looked at it, and said: "Save people, save lives. Aunt, give me all the money, and I give you a course of treatment. It will be regarded as doing good deeds and accumulating virtue."
Upon hearing this, the aunt hurriedly pushed all the money to Wang Guolun, and then took the thick packets of medicine like a life-saving straw.
Wen Ran saw Wang Guolun defrauding this aunt of all her money, and saw the aunt's eyes beaming with joy. His downcast eyes were a little cold. This might be the root cause.
After several emotional ups and downs, this aunt who have been in poor health, turned pale as paper. But she gave up everything on her body, even the money for the bus ride. If she wanted to go home, she could only walk with her feet.
The Auntie walked tremblingly all the way, and sat down against the wall several times as if she was dizzy, until it was getting darker and darker.
She walked through the pitted roads one after another, and saw the familiar market not far ahead. The place was deserted, the aunt sat down again, but this time she sat down and never got up again.
In the end, the aunt died of a cerebral hemorrhage.
The package of medicine she emptied all her savings with hope, which no matter how hard she walked along the way she did not let go, was just a simple ordinary tonic in the end.
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The scene changes again.
In a modern-style house, a man with a despondent face is sitting on the doorstep.
A quarrel is breaking out in the house. A woman is sitting in the room crying.
The woman's father seems to be angry, accusing his daughter of refusing to listen to his parents' dissuasion, and insisted on marrying a mud-legged person who hadn't even studied for a few years and would have no future at first glance.
Now he is at a disadvantage and she only knows to cry.
The woman's mother also sighed beside her, but she couldn't bear her daughter crying so sadly, so she kept consoling her.
But the words of consolation were that since the child had already been aborted, she should get a divorce quickly, while she was young and not dragged down, she would definitely could find a better one.
Wen Ran looked at the man sitting on the steps.
This man should be Wang Bo. He was bankrupt and had nothing. His wife had aborted the child she had just conceived. His father-in-law and mother-in-law were disgusted and asked for a divorce.
The twists and turns of life, and also the betrayal of his lover. If this is the case, it is not impossible for Wang Bo to commit suicide.
If the child is still there, no matter how hard life is, Wang Bo will probably be able to grit his teeth and make a comeback. It's a pity that the person he loves the most gave him the last fatal knife.
After watching so many scenes, the matter of the Wang family could not be clearer.
Wang Bo's grandmother, the aunt who was deceived by Wang Guolun and even indirectly killed, probably couldn't let go of her obsession with her daughter. Wang Bo's grandmother didn't enter reincarnation, but she stayed by her family's side.
Seeing her daughter and grandson go through more and more hardships, and even the only grandson died because of the person who had deceived her, it finally intensified the resentment of the ghost.
This is probably why that even though Wang Guolun has been entangled with karma all these years, he was not affected by it, but it suddenly broke out after Wang Bo's death.
Wen Ran sighed deeply, pinched his hands, and streaks of spiritual light spread around his fingertips. The scenery around him began to shatter inch by inch.
Although this is a ghost domain of Wang Bo's grandmother, after all these years, she only relied on a single obsession. If Wang Bo's death had not aroused so much resentment, she would not be able to condense this ghost domain at all, so the power of this ghost domain is not strong, and it is possible to break it.
All the scenery that deceived the eyes disappeared, and the overwhelming darkness enveloped the sky in an instant. At the same time, the sinister wind with a strong smell of blood rushed straight to his face.
Wen Ran closed his eyes and took out a talisman, it shook violently in his hand. The aura dispelled most of the Yin energy, and a shrill scream rang in his ears.
Wen Ran opened his eyes and saw the aunt he had seen in those scenes before, with a pale face, eyes so dark that there was no trace of white, and resentment so strong that it filled the sky.
She was looking at Wen Ran with hatred, her voice hoarse and shrill: "You want to help him?! He has no conscience and harmed my whole family! People like this are helped, why no one help me!!!"