Chapter 239
An urban village was the kind of place that sat close to the city, yet had been cut away from its original way of life.
The people who lived here couldn’t keep up with the city’s rapid development, and they had lost the farmland they used to depend on. In truth, they had long since fallen out of step with the times, struggling at the very bottom day after day.
Even the peaceful, quiet streets late at night revealed an air of decay.
The Blind Old Man walked out of the alley. Once he stopped, he sensed that the person closest to him was right there by his side.
He reached out with both hands, feeling around, and at last he touched the child who had kept him company for eight months.
Strictly speaking, people couldn’t touch ghosts. But ghosts could affect the human brain and make people feel touch. It was a phantom sensation created by an illusion.
The Blind Old Man touched Rat. A smile spread across his face, but tears began to fall.
Only one of his eyes could still shed tears. The other had lost that right in the fire.
Rat gave him a few parting words, telling him to take good care of himself. Then he knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times.