Adopting A Stray Cat Chapter 100: Past and Present Life1

Chapter 100: Chapter 100: Past and Present Life_1

Under the not-so-bright light of the Ziwei Heaven Fire, the furnishings of the room could be seen to be fairly simple. On a single bed, a person was deep in sleep, his breathing steady yet slightly heavy.

With a wave of Ye You’s claw, he released Mrs. Wang Luo’s ghost.

Qin Sisi whispered to her, "He’s the one. Go have a look."

Mrs. Wang Luo, grief-stricken, clasped her hands together and slowly walked towards the bed.

The face from a thousand years ago had flashed through her mind countless tis. He was a young and robust man when they parted - life carried on, they aged, and now one was a pile of bones, the other white-haired and frail.

The old man on the bed, well past his pri, was thin, his face marked by relentless years. His eyes were slightly closed, revealing a sense of desolation and loneliness.

Tears stread down Mrs. Wang Luo’s face. She reached out a trembling hand, intending to caress Wang Longhe’s aged cheek, but stopped when she almost made contact.

She knew she was saturated with Yin energy, and feared it would negatively affect Wang Longhe’s health. Suppressing her turbulent emotions, she silently drew her hand back.

Just then, the sleeping Wang Longhe suddenly opened his eyes.

Mrs. Wang Luo was startled and instinctively stepped back, only to realize he couldn’t see her.

Wang Longhe took a long breath, propped himself against the wall and sat up. He sat quietly for a while, then turned and switched on a bedside lamp.

The warm yellow light softened the chill in the room a bit, but the wrinkles on Wang Longhe’s face were even more visible.

He opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out a photo, and silently looked at it.

Curious at what he was looking at, Qin Sisi approached and carefully leaned over to catch a glimpse of the photo in Wang Longhe’s hand.

She was surprised to see a portrait of a woman in her forties or fifties with a short bob, a motherly appearance and a generous smile.

Bewildernt flashed in Qin Sisi’s eyes. She was certain she had never seen the woman in the photo before, yet, why did she seem so familiar?

Qin Sisi was deep in thought, her gaze happened to sweep across Mrs. Wang Luo.

It was her!

An understanding suddenly dawned on Qin Sisi. The woman’s features in the photo were similar to Mrs. Wang Luo’s, like an older version of her.

She went back to Mrs. Wang Luo and said, "The woman in the photo looks a lot like you."

"What?" Mrs. Wang Luo exclaid and, after taking a mont to gather her thoughts, hurried to Wang Longhe’s side to look at the photo.

Upon seeing the portrait in the picture, she couldn’t help herself. With her mouth covered, she started sobbing softly.

Wang Longhe’s gaze was tender and adoring. His rough fingers caressed the picture with utmost care, as if he feared disturbing the gentle smile of the woman in the photo.

After a while, Wang Longhe, addressing the picture, slowly said, "Xiao Luo, I dread of you again. You were smiling at . Your smile was so beautiful...just like when we first t..."

"You’ve been gone almost thirty years. I’ve been dreaming of you a lot lately. I think, maybe, I’ll be seeing you soon. But as you can see, I’m really an old bag of bones now. I wonder if you’ll recognize ..."

Wang Longhe spoke seemingly to the woman in the photo as if it weren’t a photo but a living person, quietly listening to him with a soft, watery smile.

But as Qin Sisi watched, she knew he was rely talking to himself.

The elderly, nearing the end of life, reminisce and reflect as Death looms. Their lives, once filled with vibrancy, now mostly loneliness and solitude - reminiscing is all they yearn to do, again and again.

Qin Sisi considered the world-weary elderly man. Mrs. Wang Luo’s soul was incarcerated by Da Hu Zi, the fierce ghost, for over a thousand years and did not reincarnate. How could Wang Longhe’s wife look so much like her?

Wang Longhe was just an ordinary person. After reincarnating, he must have drunk the Soup of Oblivion, so logically, he shouldn’t have any mories of Mrs. Wang Luo.

As if perceiving Qin Sisi’s doubts, Ye You whispered in her ear, "Fate is a peculiar thing. It sotis defies all logic and explanation. But perhaps that’s just what makes it so extraordinary."

His words seed to carry deeper aning. The string in Qin Sisi’s heart was gently plucked as she turned to look at Ye You. His purple eyes were like deep, unfathomable abysses that could entrap anyone with a fleeting glimpse.

Wang Longhe seed tired—not speaking as frequently, his voice weak and barely perceptible. Gradually, his head tilted and rested on the bedpost while his eyes slowly closed, still clutching the photo.

Ye You’s tone changed: "He’s dying."

Shocked, Qin Sisi responded, "What? Now?"

Ye You nodded: "His Yang energy is almost depleted. He won’t make it till dawn."

A little nervous, QIn Sisi asked, "What should we do then? Leave now?"

After uttering those words, a lightbulb went off in Qin Sisi’s head. She then added, "Or, should we collect his soul too?"

Ye You took a mont to reply, "For a peaceful and tranquil soul like his, the ssenger of Death might arrive soon. Let’s wait and see."

Qin Sisi nodded, and stood silently by Ye You’s side.

As if sensing sothing, Mrs. Wang Luo slowly knelt by the window. With teary eyes, she stared intently at Wang Longhe’s aged face, witnessing the ebbing of his life without any ans to intervene.

After a while, Wang Longhe’s breathing beca faint. Mrs. Wang Luo could no longer hold back and, trembling, she held his frail, aging hand.

Upon contact with the thousand-year-old ghost, Wang Longhe’s Yang energy depleted even more quickly. After a short while, he stopped breathing altogether.

So ti later, a faint apparition rose from Wang Longhe’s body, an exact replica of him just after death – his soul.

The mont Wang Longhe’s ghost ca into consciousness, he saw Xiao Luo, his beloved wife whom he’d longed for over three decades. Overwheld with emotion, he rushed to hold Mrs. Wang Luo’s hand, saying, "Xiao Luo, I’ve finally seen you again."

Unable to speak, Mrs. Wang Luo could only nod as tears stread down her face.

Before Qin Sisi could figure out how to communicate with Wang Longhe’s ghost, a cold, emotionless voice suddenly announced, "Wang Longhe, it’s ti to go."

Shocked, Qin Sisi, along with the two ghosts, looked up to see a figure floating in from the window. Cloaked in pitch-black as if enveloped in the darkness of the night, it exuded a terrifying and ominous presence from hell.