Upon hearing this, Wang Qifan's expression immediately cracked.
His first reaction was that the ghost was deliberately teasing him.
But then Wang Qifan thought again, how could Ye Bugui, as a ghost, know that he had a dead younger brother?
Moreover, this ghost took revenge for him without harming him.
If this really is his younger brother, then it makes logical sense.
So Wang Qifan asked hesitantly, "How can you prove it?"
Ye Bugui scratched his head. Was it really that complicated? If he knew about Lu Shi's situation, he might actually break down.
“I know why you were threatened by Wang Hu, and I know why you hate your parents. You think it was them, that you killed me.”
Ye Bugui's words were ambiguous, but enough to deal with Wang Qifan.
Seeing that Wang Qifan's expression softened, Ye Bugui immediately delivered the crucial blow:
"But I want to tell you that my death has nothing to do with you. Brother, I've always been by your side."
Ye Bugui's acting was quite good; his tone was very moving, and he even took the initiative to extend his hand.
When Wang Qifan and his hand touched, Ye Bugui also materialized.
Looking at the person who bore a striking resemblance to himself, Wang Qifan completely believed Ye Bugui.
At that moment, they also witnessed a hidden past.
A note from the author:
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 47
☪ Good Family Apartment 22
Ye Bugui raised an eyebrow. Oh, there's a movie to watch too. That's great!
"Sister..." year;
Ye Bugui raised an eyebrow. "Oh, there's a movie to watch too. That's great!"
"Sister..." Wang Hu didn't look like a good person when he was young either.
Wang Qifan's mother was an ordinary-looking woman. She seemed to be ill and looked listless.
Upon seeing Wang Hu, she rushed to greet him and immediately asked, "You, you've found a suitable match?"
"No." As soon as Wang Hu finished speaking, he saw the woman's face turn completely gloomy.
“But sister,” Wang Hu immediately added, “I actually know another way, which is… but it might be a little unethical.”
However, for the woman, as long as there was a way, that was enough. As for whether it was ethical or not, she didn't care at all.
She grabbed Wang Hu's hand almost immediately, looking at him as if he were the only lifeline in her life.
"Tell me quickly! I'm willing to do anything to save Fan'er."
At this moment, Wang Qifan sighed deeply and said weakly, "I was diagnosed with leukemia when I was three years old."
Ye Bugui was extremely surprised after hearing this; he had no idea there was such a story behind it.
He glanced at Wang Qifan beside him, and couldn't help but recall many social news stories he had read in the past.
At this moment, the Wang Hu in his memory looked at his older sister and said to her with utmost seriousness, word by word:
"The method was something I heard from the doctor. He said that if you and your brother-in-law have another child and then use your umbilical cord blood for matching, it is possible to succeed."
"Huh?" The woman was stunned. She wasn't very well-educated, and when she heard her brother say this, her first reaction was that it must be fake.
But then she thought, Wang Hu, as her younger brother, wouldn't lie to her about something like this.
She glanced at Wang Hu across from her with a complicated expression before finally speaking, "Are you sure this will really work?"
"The doctor said it's fine, of course it's okay!" Wang Hu patted his chest.
Ye Bugui frowned when he saw this, mainly because he had indeed seen a similar news article.
However, that news article also clearly stated that even with umbilical cord blood, the success rate is only one in four.
Of course, for the patient, this is indeed a very high probability.
But Wang Hu is so certain, isn't he afraid of failing in the end?
The woman wasn't blinded by elation. She glanced at Wang Hu, still uneasy: "Is this blood type you mentioned guaranteed to be a match?"
“Scientifically, it’s not necessarily true.” Wang Hu paused, then suddenly got up and closed all the doors and windows in the room.
"Sister, you should know that many people in the village believe in the Grand Duke Jupiter, right?"
The woman's expression changed; of course she knew.
In their impoverished mountain village, religious belief is very common.
Because their lives are really not very good, and religion can alleviate their suffering in reality through the beautiful vision depicted in its doctrines.
In a sense, this is just a form of self-deception, yet everyone is willing to do it.
The reason she didn't convert to a religion was because she couldn't bear to part with the money required for religious membership.
"Does Lord Tai Sui really have a solution? But all my money is going towards Fan'er's treatment, and I don't have any extra money."
Ye Bugui had one hand in his pocket, revealing an impatient expression.
Sure enough, it's another cult! This should be a common element in dungeons.
This Tai Sui was not a new character to Ye Bugui. In fact, he had encountered him in previous instances.
Unfortunately, what I encountered that time was only a clone of the Black Tai Sui.
Of course, it was fortunate that it was a clone, otherwise Ye Bugui might have already died at its hands.
Wang Qifan was completely dumbfounded. Tai Sui? What is that? This was something Wang Hu had never told him.
In my memory, Wang Hu smiled and then explained very gently in his sister's ear:
"Sister, if I wasn't absolutely certain, I wouldn't have come all this way to tell you this, lest I have given you false hope?"
“My wife knows a doctor named Wang who is not only highly skilled but also charges low fees. Sending Fan’er there won’t cost too much.”
"Most importantly, he's a follower of our Lord Tai Sui, so he can definitely give you a discounted price!"
The woman finally laughed.
Even if she felt that this was unreasonable, her desire to save her son had already taken over.
So she had to seize this opportunity; she had to try it herself!
For the woman, she was willing to do anything to save her son, even if it meant sacrificing her own life to the evil god.
The story unfolded exactly as Ye Bugui had predicted: in order to save their son, the couple became pregnant with another child.
The woman would also receive special tonics from Dr. Wang every month, which were considered a blessing from Tai Sui.
In Ye Bugui's eyes, it was nothing more than a tool used by Tai Sui to corrupt humans.
On the day of delivery, the woman gave birth to her youngest son and was told that his umbilical cord blood was a match for Wang Qifan.
The couple wept with joy, but Wang Qifan's expression was distorted.
However, the tragedy began here.
"What are you doing?" The woman was shocked when she saw Wang Hu rush in to take away her newborn son. "Wang Hu, that's your own nephew! What are you doing!"
“Sister,” Wang Hu said calmly, “I told you when I recruited you into the sect that all our actions must be in accordance with the Divine Envoy!”
He glanced at Dr. Wang at the door and respectfully handed over the baby: "The divine messenger said this child is unclean and must be sent away."
"Where to send him?" the woman asked weakly, the joy of her eldest son's rescue now completely gone.
"The divine messenger has his own arrangements." Wang Hu said coldly, "Sister, you should still keep an eye on Fan'er. I think he is the one you love most."
“But…” The woman’s face was burning. She wanted to refute Wang Hu’s words, but found that she couldn’t find a suitable reason.
“There’s no ‘buts.’ Sister, don’t forget, this child was born to save Fan’er. From beginning to end, it was nothing more than a tool to save Fan’er’s life.”
The woman fell silent, watching helplessly as Dr. Wang took the child away.
The person standing in the corridor at that moment was Wang Qifan's father.
He looked at Dr. Wang humbly, almost kneeling down in public.
Dr. Wang casually handed the child to him, saying, "You should know what to do, right?"
"Of course, sir." The man looked at the child in his arms. Even though the child was his own flesh and blood, he felt no affection for him, only hatred.
After Dr. Wang left, he saw the man strangle his own son to death in the dark corridor and then throw him into a trash can outside the hospital.
On the other side, everyone was celebrating Wang Qifan's recovery from his serious illness and the beginning of his new life.
After watching the flashback, Wang Qifan collapsed on the spot. He gagged and said in utter despair:
"So it really was me who killed you, right? Little brother, I'm so useless. Actually, I'm the one who should have died! It was me!"
He cried and banged his head against the ground repeatedly.
Then Ye Bugui walked over and slapped him: "What? Are you planning to die? Go ahead, it's good that we're both dead, your father, Wang Hu, and that Doctor Wang are all alive and well."
Wang Qifan was clearly stunned by Ye Bugui's slap. He looked at the man opposite him with some confusion and said softly:
"But don't you hate me?"
"Why should I hate you?" Ye Bugui frowned, his tone quite impatient.
He certainly doesn't have a good temper. But seeing Wang Qifan's disregard for life, he got angry again.
Like him, Ye Bugui also had a tragic past. But Ye Bugui never thought about dying, because he always knew that if he died, those who had harmed him would only live well.
Since I'm going to die anyway, I might as well take my enemies down with me!
"It's not like you strangled me to death, or you threw me in the trash," Ye Bugui said quickly. "Are you trying to say that if it weren't for you, this wouldn't have happened? Well, I'd also like to say that if it weren't for you, they wouldn't have given birth to me in the first place. So what's the difference between me and someone who's dead?"
"Wang Hu is the murderer, your father is the murderer, and your mother is the victim. But the biggest murderer is clearly that Dr. Wang and the cult behind him!"