Chapter 63 Rebirth

It is as if a menacing Black Death in the Middle Ages collapsed and reborn on piles of corpses.

The car was crushed and deformed by the impact, Ye Rong turned his head with difficulty to look at Xu Jue on the co-pilot.

Ye Rong's own situation was not optimistic either, his vision was covered with thick blood paste, and his eyes were all dazzling red.

He shouted Xu Jue's name angrily, and through the car glass he saw that the front of the car was on fire, and the smell of gasoline lingering on the tip of his nose was getting stronger, and the car might explode at any time.

The door could not be opened, and they were blocked inside.

This scene of life and death is so familiar, the difference is that this time Xu Jue did not run away, and no one would come to save him.

to save my own people...

Ye Rong laboriously raised his hand to wipe the blood from his face, and recalled in dismay that he wasn't without nostalgia, yes, he hadn't had time to say goodbye to Fu Wenyuan.

The man who had given him a taste of what true love was, really wanted to hear his voice at last.

He groped slowly, fished out a cracked cell phone from the bottom of his seat, held it up in front of him and turned it on.

He also remembered the last time he didn't give up on the car accident that he called Xu Jue's call to the sea.

Reason told him to call first aid, but he calmly pressed Fu Wenyuan's name first.

beep - beep -

The long unanswered call was like the straw that broke the camel's back, blood and tears were mixed on Ye Rong's face.

It's over like this, okay, in the next life... see you in the next life...

——I don’t have a name. I was born to guard this crossing Yunshan. They all call me, Yunshan Jun.

——Staying in spiritual practice and forgetting to go home, when you are old, what is Hua Yu? I feel sorry for the son and forget to go home, and I have no time to spare when you think about me.

——You are a mere mortal body, why are you greedy for gods and ghosts.

——If you can't ask for it, if you can't let it go, the sins of a hundred lifetimes of reincarnation can be eliminated.

"Ye Rong! Ye Rong! Wake up, don't sleep!"

Ye Rong woke up from the endless hallucinations, opened his eyes and looked out the window.

"Ye Rong, live! Live!"

He saw Fu Wenyuan shouting outside the window and tried his best to open the door.

The light that dissipated in his eyes gathered little by little, watching Fu Wenyuan dragging the scalded hand of the car door, suddenly a force of unknown origin surged up.

He stretched out his arm and grabbed the hard, sinking wooden urn, and muttered, "Xiaosheng, help brother."

He shouted "Get out of the way" at Fu Wenyuan, and then with all his strength, he lifted the box and slammed it against the car window.

Ye Rong, who was born to death, was covered in blood but stretched out his hand towards him with a smile like the rest of his life.

Although Fu Wenyuan still didn't remember his past with Ye Rong at this time, love was almost an instinct, and before his consciousness even reacted, his body grabbed Ye Rong's hand one step ahead of him.

A trembling from the depths of the soul continued with the clasped hands for a long time.

He suddenly understood his former self somewhat. Ye Rong had an extremely strange and soul-sucking attraction that would make him fall into it again inadvertently.

After he carefully carried Ye Rong out, he frowned and dragged Xu Jue out.

The ambulance came later and carried the dying Xu Jue up.

Ye Rong was reluctant to move the urn in his arms, he was afraid that Fu Wenyuan would turn around and leave out of good intentions.

Enthusiastic Fu Wenyuan reluctantly compromised and got into the ambulance with him.

After arriving at the hospital, Xu Jue was sent to first aid, but Ye Rong was held by Fu Wenyuan all the way to the door of a senior ward.

Ye Rongzheng was worried, and Fu Wenyuan pushed open the door.

In the ward, Xie Shan, who was standing in front of the hospital bed after hearing the sound, turned around, revealing the person lying on the hospital bed on one side of his body.

At that moment, Ye Rong even mistakenly thought that his heart had stopped beating. He trembled violently, his fingers loosened, and the urn in his arms fell heavily to the ground.

He covered his mouth and couldn't make a sound. He desperately grabbed Fu Wenyuan's hand in order to have a sense of reality, so that he wouldn't let himself think it was just a daydream-like imagination.

No one else was lying on the hospital bed, but Ye Sheng who had died before his eyes.

It was the deep sorrow that kept him awake all night, the obsession with stagnation in his heart, and the relatives who had no blood relationship but had already been integrated into the bones and blood.

Xie Shan explained in a timely manner: "It's Yuan Zhenhong. We had some friendship in the past. He handed him over to me, just asking for one... the cause and effect of letting Xu Li's life go."

Xie Shan said, thinking of the dull but persistent man in his mind, and sighed deeply, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you in time, because Mr. Ye Sheng was in an unsatisfactory condition when he was sent, I'm afraid that you will not be hit again. He said that he was only able to breathe on his own after taking out the oxygen today, but fortunately he has a strong sense of survival, and I believe he will wake up soon."

Ye Rong cried out of breath: "Thank you...Thank you..."

Xie Shan blinked and smiled, "You don't need to thank me, you should thank Mr., only if he agrees with me can I save people."

Ye Rong looked up at Fu Wenyuan with red eyes, although Fu Wenyuan didn't say anything, but Fu Wenyuan understood too much emotion in his eyes.

Fu Wenyuan cleared his throat unnaturally: "Doing good deeds and helping others is just a pleasure, don't worry about it."

Ye Rong wiped his tears and turned into a smile, holding his hand tightly and never letting go.

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