Ten Thousand Soul Banner: Deceased, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?-Chapter 1072 - 1068: Going Home

Wei Zhenhua sat to the side, blankly watching his wife hug and kiss their son.

Coming to his senses, he cautiously held his son's hand, gently caressing the back of it with his thumb, feeling its reality, fearing that everything before him was just an illusion.

He gently tugged at his son's arm and whispered, "Let's go home."

"Yes, home, let's go home."

Immersed in sadness, Fan Xiaohong seemed to come to her senses too.

She quickly put her son down from her lap, stood up, and then staggered, nearly falling, thankfully caught by Wei Zixu.

"Mom~"

Wei Zixu softly called out, his eyes full of concern.

"Mom is fine, mom just sat for a bit too long, her legs are a bit numb, it'll be fine in a moment."

Fan Xiaohong leaned against the chair, taking deep breaths, while Wei Zhenhua gently patted her back with a face full of worry, knowing fully well this wasn't just numbness.

In fact, he wasn't wrong. Fan Xiaohong was too emotional, her mood too turbulent, causing dizziness when she abruptly stood up.

But this problem wasn't big; after taking a few deep breaths and resting for a while, she recovered. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"Let's go."

Fan Xiaohong, having regained composure, held her son's hand and walked toward the end of the corridor.

Even when she was dizzy earlier, leaning against the chair and taking deep breaths, she only used one hand, never letting go of the hand holding Wei Zixu.

Wei Zixu's other hand was held tightly by Wei Zhenhua.

Thus, the family of three walked side by side down the silent corridor.

Wei Zhenhua's Adam's apple bobbed as he wanted to say something, but opening his mouth, he didn't know where to start.

Fan Xiaohong was the same, having endless thoughts she wished to share with her son, but when attempting to speak them, all was forgotten, only wanting to hold her son tightly and never let go.

Their footsteps were light, yet in the quiet corridor, they sounded particularly piercing.

Sunlight streamed in from the windows, casting long shadows behind them.

Shadows?

Wei Zhenhua first noted this issue; on the ground, there were only his and his wife's shadows.

He turned his head to look at the office beside them, only to find the once noisy and busy office empty of people.

Was everything before his eyes actually just an illusion?

Wei Zhenhua lowered his head to look at his son, his gaze full of gentleness.

Such a real illusion, even if fake, what does it matter?

"Xiao Xu."

"Hm?" Wei Zixu looked up at him.

"Call me dad." Wei Zhenhua's voice trembled slightly.

"Dad."

"Eh." Wei Zhenhua responded, and then said, "Welcome you back."

"You're welcome," Wei Zixu said.

Wei Zhenhua and Fan Xiaohong's sorrowful faces showed a slight smile.

"Are you hungry? When we get home, dad will cook you some delicious food," Wei Zhenhua asked again.

Wei Zixu lowered his head upon hearing this, without answering.

Seeing this, Wei Zhenhua's expression dimmed, while Fan Xiaohong seemed oblivious, gently patting her son's small head, saying tenderly, "Mom will make your favorite pineapple shrimp and coconut chicken."

"Oh~" Wei Zixu softly replied.

He was a ghost, unable to eat anything anymore.

The family of three, hand in hand, walked out of the police station, it being August and Bin Hai's hottest time, the scorching sunlight dazzled those standing on the cement ground at the entrance.

"It's hard to get a taxi at this time," Fan Xiaohong said.

They had come by taxi, not unwilling to drive nor lacking a vehicle; rather, upon hearing news of their son, their grief-stricken hearts found walking difficult, let alone driving.

Wei Zhenhua looked outside, the road outside the police station was quiet, not a single person or car.

He glanced at Wei Zixu's feet once more, seeing still no shadow under the sunlight, confirming further that this was an illusion, yet one far too real.

At this moment, Wei Zixu suddenly spoke, "I have a car."

Saying this, he waved his hand to the roadside, "Brother."

Then a black Mercedes stopped in front of them.

The car window rolled down, and it was none other than Shen Siyuan, the driver being Zhong Xiaonan.

"Get in, I'll take you home." Shen Siyuan said.

Wei Zixu hurriedly pulled his parents forward, voluntarily introducing, "This is brother—Mr. Shen, and his friend Sister Zhong."

"Hello."

The couple hastily greeted them, a flood of doubts rising in their minds, momentarily indistinguishable.

"Get in first, you can discuss slowly once in the car," Shen Siyuan said.

Before the couple could speak, Wei Zixu had already freed himself from their hands, proactively opening the car door, leaving them no choice but to get in.

Wei Zhenhua kept observing Shen Siyuan and Zhong Xiaonan, noting their shadows in the sunlight, only increasing his confusion.

Could it be that everything before him wasn't an illusion?

Wei Zhenhua touched the seat beneath him, feeling the sea wind blowing in through the car window, everything seemed so real, and at this time, people and vehicles began appearing on the road, making him more bewildered.

Fan Xiaohong wasn't foolish, having begun doing business early on, she was sharp and perceptive.

As she calmed down, she gradually noticed something amiss.

However, she didn't ask her son, instead saying, "Mr. Shen, how did you know our Xiao Xu?"

Shen Siyuan glanced back at them.

The couple sat in the back, tightly encasing Wei Zixu in the middle, each holding one hand as if they were conjoined twins.

"When I take you home, Wei Zixu will explain to you. All these years, he has been searching for the way home, unfortunately, he hasn't found it..." Shen Siyuan said.

Fan Xiaohong turned to look at her son, her eyes full of affection, "Silly boy, if you can't find it, go to the police, the police will surely help you find us."

Wei Zixu smiled at her, but didn't explain.

Of course he had considered going to the police, but he was a ghost, and the police couldn't see him.

"Where... where have you been all these years, and why haven't you changed a bit?"

Wei Zhenhua, beside her, asked the biggest question on his mind.

"That's a secret; I'll tell you once we're home," Wei Zixu said, his face showing a hint of pride.

Fan Xiaohong lightly pinched his small face upon hearing this.

"Keeping secrets from mom?"

"Hehehe, I want to say it when we're home."

"Alright, tell dad and mom slowly when we're home..."

Listening beside them, Wei Zhenhua suddenly remembered they hadn't told these two "friends" their home address.

Yet he noticed the car was heading in the direction of his house.

So he didn't speak further but grew more curious about Shen Siyuan and Zhong Xiaonan's identities.

Numerous doubts, like a giant cloud, engulfed the couple's hearts.

At this moment, they had some vague suspicions, yet dared not think deeply, merely holding tightly to their son throughout the journey, as if fearing losing him again.

Bin Hai wasn't large to begin with, and now with fewer vehicles on the road, it took less than half an hour for the car to arrive at the residential complex where Wei Zhenhua and his wife lived.