Yin Yang ghost hunter

"Fake corpse!"

This was the first reaction in my mind. I heard that the person who swindled the corpse never lost a breath, had deep obsessions, and had unfulfilled wishes. Even if he died, he had to fulfill his wishes, otherwise he would turn into a ghost. Could it be that

Grandpa faked his corpse?

I stepped back, and there was a solid wall behind me. I rubbed my eyes hard, but the black shadow was still there. This... is this true?

Heiying seemed a little embarrassed, coughed slightly, was very reluctant, and said with some doubts:

"Grandpa is afraid?"

I nodded dissatisfiedly and told the truth:

"Grandpa, you are already dead. You told me before you were alive that even if your loved ones are dead, don't eat whatever food you want to give. If you eat it, you will get sick and feel uncomfortable!"

"bad boy!"

Grandpa scolded me and continued:

"I don't have much time. It's not time to return to my soul yet. I forced my way back, and those guys are chasing me. I want to tell you, follow that scoundrel. Leave here and don't come back.

Yes, that piece of ancestral jade pendant must not fall into the hands of others. Even if that scoundrel wants it, you cannot give it to him, remember!"

The voice was a little hoarse and dull, with a hint of unwillingness.

"Grandpa, who harmed you? Also, where is my father? The evil son you mentioned couldn't be my uncle, right?"

I looked at the black shadow and whispered. The black shadow seemed to know my fear and did not move around, but stayed far away from me.

"It's an enemy. Now that I've told you, you can't take revenge. Instead, you risk your own life. I don't know your father either. I will go find him. You must remember my words. You must remember!"

After saying that, the black shadow came over, squatted in front of me, stretched out his hand to grab my shoulder, his hands were cold.

"The ancestral jade pendant cannot fall into anyone's hands. You must remember it! You must remember it! If you forget it, I will come find you!"

I felt the palm of my hand shaking on my shoulder, shaking it hard, and then I felt a slap on my face, which was burning.

"That's all I remember, why do you still hit me?"

Covering my face, the surroundings became very noisy, and mournful music sounded. When I opened my eyes, I found a pair of big hands in front of me, and I got up.

There seems to be something wrong with the surrounding situation. Why am I still in bed?

Zhongli withdrew his palm, shook it, and said coldly:

"Having a nightmare?"

I touched my burning cheeks and looked at him angrily. Since you knew I was having a nightmare, did you have to use such a drastic method to wake me up?

"Well, I dreamed about my grandpa."

I rubbed my face and spoke in a low voice. I really didn't dare to get angry with this strange cousin. Even if he slapped me, I just thought he was just trying to wake me up.

Normally, dreams are forgotten, but this dream is like a curse, deeply ingrained in my mind.

"Did he give you anything?"

Zhong Li glanced around, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, then turned his head and asked with a hint of calmness on his cold face.

"No, he just told me to leave here and follow my uncle, and not to take revenge."

I told him the content of the dream, because he is one of the few relatives I have now. Of course, I did not disclose the ancestral jade pendant. After all, he is the son of my uncle Zhong Shan, and my grandfather has warned me.

Yes, don’t trust anyone, not even your relatives.

Zhong Li looked at me strangely, then suddenly showed a hint of sarcasm and said:

"Even if you don't say so, he will take you away."

I could see that there was a look of disgust in his eyes, and the atmosphere in the room was a bit awkward. No one spoke, but after a while, there was a knock on the door.

"Zhong Yuan, I'm coming in!"

Fat Hei knocked on the door and finally broke in. His huge body sat down on the bed, panting heavily and said:

"Zhong Yuan, what are you doing here? It's time for dinner, and there's a wake at night, so hurry up and leave."

My cousin got up and followed us outside. The table had been laid out, a round table, supported by a wooden shelf underneath. The round table was moved upwards, and then covered with a cheap white plastic tablecloth.

Grandpa was very popular during his lifetime, so the surrounding area was very lively, with many familiar people and many unfamiliar people.

Ten people had to sit at each table. In addition to me, my cousin, and Hei Pang, there were several neighbors at this table. The sound of firecrackers outside the funeral shed was loud, but by this time the mourners had stopped, and they were also

When we started eating, there was only noise around us, and soon the food started to be served.

"Zhong Yuan, this is your cousin. He's really young and handsome. By the way, what does your family do? Your father, Zhong Shan, is very ambitious. He must have made a lot of money in the city."

Aunt Li bared her yellow teeth and looked at her cousin with a smile. The cousin glanced at Aunt Zhang coldly and said nothing.

"Aunt Li, it's my cousin's first time back home. He's not used to it, so don't mind."

Through just a few contacts, I knew that my cousin had a cold personality, but others didn't know that Aunt Li was a big talker in the village and might gossip behind his back.

Although I am not in the mood to eat now, I still ate a few bowls of rice after seeing the dishes, because I felt that the dishes could be compared to the Chinese New Year. My uncle spent money to do this. He was really not lenient at all. My cousin just

I ate some vegetables casually and sat next to him.

"Zhongli, why don't you eat more? It's not to your liking? By the way, today you have to accompany Xiao Yuan to wake up. You need to eat well, and so does Xiao Yuan."

The uncle walked up behind us, put his hand on our shoulders, and spoke very tiredly.

"snort!"

Zhongli snorted coldly, stretched out his hand to open his uncle's arm, and looked at his father with disgust. But what surprised me was that his uncle was not angry. He just saw me staring at him, smiled awkwardly, and said:

"Your cousin is just like this. He doesn't deal with outsiders. Don't take it personally. We will stay here for a few more days, so I ask you to bear with me."

After the uncle finished speaking, he left.

Outsider? Are you a biological father and still an outsider...

Wake night.

At around 11 o'clock tonight, most people in the village went to bed. In fact, people in rural areas usually go to bed very early and usually go to their rooms after 7 o'clock in the evening. Especially in this cold winter, it is difficult to sleep.

They had to go earlier, but there was a funeral here, so they held on until after eleven o'clock.

Mr. Man was old and couldn't bear it anymore, so after seeing off the guests, he went back to Huai Village. My uncle seemed to have to go to the town to do something and wouldn't be back at night.

I stayed alone in the mourning hall. It was cold and windy outside, but the door of the mourning hall was not closed because there is a tradition here that the deceased must go home and cannot close the door.

At eleven o'clock, I was completely alone. Didn't I tell my cousin Zhongli to accompany me? Why is there no sign of him until now?

In addition to keeping an eye on the sleeping lamp on the top of the coffin, you also have to be responsible for the incense and candles. The sandalwood and candles on the offering table must not be extinguished, and occasionally you have to burn some money paper.

The coffin is on the left and right, and is extremely dark. There are several strong wooden benches placed under the coffin, and the coffin is placed on top.

Originally there was only one coffin, and the other one was borrowed from my master because it was too late to make a coffin at this time.

Before I left, my uncle brought me a pot of charcoal fire. After all, the weather is already very cold now, especially late at night. When I walk outside, the cold wind blows up to my face and makes my face hurt.

I sat in a daze next to the coffin next to my grandfather. Even now, I can't bear it. Are they really dead? The pair of red embroidered shoes in front of my mother's coffin are particularly conspicuous, which deeply hurts my heart. Didn't she say

Didn't you still want to take care of your grandchildren? Didn't you want to watch me get a wife? Why did you leave?

I haven't bought a house in a big city, and I haven't taken you to enjoy the happiness. How could you die?

At this moment, I recalled the past events of my mother and grandfather, and an uncontrollable sadness and anger grew in my heart. This feeling was unknown to anyone. My heart seemed to be blocked by something. My eyes were hot and my nose was sour. Once I lose it,

If I die, I will never come back. It is impossible for my mother and grandfather to come back to me.

I could no longer enjoy the love they gave me. Even my mother’s small wish of cooking a meal for me could not come true. I covered my face, buried my head between my knees, and cried so much that I was wet.

Pants, but I didn’t dare to cry loudly for fear of waking them up in their sleep. However, the more you are afraid of something, the more it will follow you. This sentence is not true at all.