Hearing Guanghan's question, Zhang Zhaomin froze for a moment.

How did he hear about the ghost king Guanghan?

We must know that although Guanghan is powerful and difficult to deal with, his reputation is not so big that everyone knows it, even a ghost knows it.

According to Zhang Zhaomin, after his death, his soul body was trapped in his mobile phone, and he had never been to the underworld. Even the way to find a ghost to replace his death was his own inspiration. Where did he hear about Guanghan?

But no matter how hard they pressed Zhang Zhaomin, the other party was confused and couldn't explain why.

In the end, He Shu had no choice but to summon the underworld servants with his hand and ask them to take Zhang Zhaomin back to the underworld for interrogation, and they could do whatever they wanted.

As for Li Bei——

Facing Shang Li Bei's pitiful eyes, He Shu sighed.

"It is true that you died in vain and did not follow common sense, but now the person who killed you is also dead, and you can only be punished according to the law of the underworld, but you cannot be brought back to life."

Li Bei complained: "I was murdered!"

He Shu: "The gangster group you added, you vented your unscrupulousness, which is indeed refreshing, but isn't the mental injury called injury? What about the girl who committed suicide by your cyberbullying? The previous ones because of your language How much do you know about people who attack and seek short-sightedness? Words are like a knife, and the knife does not see blood. It is more inescapable than killing people with a knife. I don’t need to say more about these reasons, right?”

Li Bei didn't say anything more, but his expression was obviously dissatisfied.

He Shu didn't want to say too much.

Li Bei's death naturally has his destiny. Maybe he owes Zhang Zhaomin something when he sees in front of the magic mirror, but He Shu will not speculate until there is no conclusion.

"Don't you want to see your mother? Let's go."

Li Bei was stunned: "My family is not in the capital."

He Shu smiled and waved to him.

Li Bei felt the red light flashing before his eyes, and he was already in the darkness.

Li Bei almost screamed out in the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers.

It was only after he became a ghost that he realized how attached he was to the light, even the light coming through the curtains in the simple dormitory, and those roommates who were still noisy during the rest time - when he was still alive, he just wanted to get away from these things. People are far away, it's better to come face to face and pretend not to know each other, but now, he actually feels that those roommates and classmates' laughter, even their mocking expressions, are worth remembering.

People regret it only after they lose it.

The light in front of him gradually became brighter, but it was not the dazzling light, but the warm light from the desk lamp that Li Bei was familiar with.

He opened his eyes wide, looking at the familiar layout in front of him, and his relatives lying on the bed.

His mother was much haggard and thinner than when he saw her last time, and she frowned tightly even when she was sleeping.

In Li Bei's impression, his mother has always been tough. Even if the mother and son quarrel, it is definitely not his mother who bows in the end, but Li Bei who needs living expenses. His mother is always high-spirited and a strong woman in her career. , is also a roly-poly in life, she can handle everything properly, except for the relationship between mother and child, which hasn't improved at all for decades.

But now the tough mother actually looks haggard, is it because of him?

"mom……"

Unknowingly, the inner voice came to his mouth and spit out again.

Li Bei never thought that he would call his mother in such a gentle way after he was ten years old.

I thought the woman on the bed couldn't hear his shouts, after all, they have already been separated from each other.

But the woman's body trembled slightly, and she actually opened her eyes, first looking at him, and then showing an unbelievable expression.

"North?"

Li Bei was also stunned: "Can you see me?"

"Beibei..." The woman stared at him greedily, as if she wanted to sink his appearance into her bones. "Mom isn't dreaming? Are you really there?"

Li Bei saw that her temples were white, and his heart was sour.

"it is true."

The woman got out of bed and approached cautiously, wanting to reach out to touch his face, but she quickly felt empty, and she couldn't help showing disappointment and grief.

"Sure enough, it's still a dream... But a dream is fine, since you, after your accident, my mother has never dreamed of you. Did something happen to you? I often ask myself, maybe one day I wake up and nothing happened, you well too."

Li Bei whispered: "Mom, I am indeed dead, but I met the King of Hell, and he gave me a chance to come back to see you one last time."

The woman burst into tears: "So, you really died, wasn't I dreaming?"

Li Bei also blushed and shook his head.

"Beibei, after you left, my mother has been reflecting on herself. It was because she was busy with her career that she neglected to take care of you, and did not communicate with you in time, otherwise you would not be on the top of the horns, go further and further, and even find short-sightedness in the end. …”

"Mom! I didn't seek my own fault!" Li Bei couldn't help interrupting his mother's self-blame, and explained the cause of his death from beginning to end.

After the woman was shocked, she still felt guilty.

"In the end, I still didn't communicate with you in time."

"Mom, I have grown up and am an adult. If I hadn't lived in this era and could go to school and study, I should have gone to work and shouldered the responsibilities of the family."

At this moment, Li Bei is no longer the true character, and it has been a long time since he said sensible and thoughtful words.

"If I hadn't killed myself, if I had to join a group of gangsters and get any red envelopes, I wouldn't have been plotted against. Lord Yama is right, I usually do a lot of oral karma, and I don't know how many people are because of My words hurt, because I can't see or touch them because of the internet, I can feel at ease as if it didn't happen, but gains and losses in this world are constant, nothing is done without paying a price, and the fate now may be me A price long overdue."

But if this remark was not here, it was not realized after his death, but in normal times, how gratified his mother should be.

Li Bei also knew this very well. He looked at the woman looking at him with tears in his eyes. He wanted to get close but was afraid that he would disappear after touching it.

If he didn't die, how good is it now, he's the only one, and even he's gone, what the fuck will he do in the future?

Gang Jing Li Bei never thinks about these issues. He willfully fights with his mother and insists on his own way. Every day, he shrinks himself in a shell and carries out his career to the end.

These characters may originate from the fact that he lost his father when he was young, and that he gradually drifted away from his mother, and the rebellious period was prolonged, but there are thousands of people in the world who are less fortunate than him. The stubbornness, irreversible, ran all the way to a dead end.

Li Bei really regretted it.

But there is no regret medicine in the world.

"Mom, I'm gone, you have to be good, find another one, you are still young, don't feel sorry for me, it's my unfilial piety, if there is a next life, I will be filial to you, and I will never make you angry again, Mom …”

The woman watched Li Bei's figure disappear in front of her eyes, shouted Bei Bei, and suddenly woke up from the bed, feeling lost, tears streaming down her face.

Thousands of miles away in the capital, He Shu slowly opened his eyes.

Li Bei had already been sent to the underworld by him after seeing his mother just now.

Dust to dust, dust to dust, people or ghosts, each has its own destination.

Although Li Bei's case could only be regarded as a little surprising compared to the case He Shu had handled before, but he was still somewhat embarrassed when he recalled Li Bei's remorseful expression.

He Shu looked at Guang Han, who had been accompanying him all the time, thought for a while, and took the initiative to hold the other's hand.

Don't wait, a young boy with a white head, a flower that can be folded straight and must be folded, the principles of the world are similar, but the same destination in different ways.