"Heh, I got a bit too excited, but it doesn't matter, this thing is ultimately inauspicious, so the fewer people who see it, the better." Qian Wang's grandfather chuckled, covering up his embarrassment.
His words struck me as somewhat amusing. What does he mean this thing is inauspicious? After a hundred years, everyone will leave behind this thing, won't they? In fact, this world is filled with such things everywhere, it's just that some are buried deep underground, unnoticed by anyone.
Think about it, how many people have there been since ancient times? Where do their remains end up a hundred years later? They're all buried in the soil.
"Wangwang, go see if your brother has woken up," Qian Wang's grandfather, after disguising his embarrassment, shouted at Qian Wang who was standing at the doorway, probably trying to divert my attention.
I didn't say much; I just looked at the pile of bones on the ground, thinking about what my master told me last night.
