Now, all I have to do is open my grandfather's coffin and see what tricks are inside. I look at Mr. Liang and my father standing on both sides of the coffin.
Mr. Liang first loosened the seven Yin coffin nails with his hands before looking at my father.
I saw my father and Mr. Liang's hands resting on the coffin board at the same time. After exchanging a glance, my father and Mr. Liang exerted force simultaneously.
With a loud bang, the coffin lid was instantly lifted aside, and upon seeing the empty coffin, Mr. Liang and my father's brows furrowed sharply.
Empty? So, the body of my grandfather that I am carrying on my back is not fake? So the question now is, how did grandpa get out of this coffin?
Is it hard to say that Grandpa walked directly through the coffin and tomb, and emerged from inside? This is too outrageous, probably no one will believe it.
However, the most important thing now is that I don't know how to explain the scene in front of me.
At this moment, my father got up from under the coffin pit, while Mr. Liang was still frowning and constantly exploring inside the coffin.
I knocked on the bottom of the coffin, it was solid, no problem. At this moment, Mr. Liang also got up, and my father also spoke up to ask Mr. Liang.
Uncle Liang, do you think someone might be playing tricks
My dad's voice fell, and my heart also sank. Is someone playing tricks? My dad's scene is easy to understand, which means that his grandfather's grave was dug up by someone else?
It is understandable that the grandfather's body was taken out, and then the coffin was covered intact and the grave was filled.
But why did my grandfather suddenly appear in my room and tightly grip my wrist? How can this be explained?
After my dad finished speaking, I saw Mr. Liang also furrow his brow, obviously lost in thought. After a moment, Mr. Liang shook his head.
It doesn't make much sense, and I can't rule out this claim. If that's the case, then this matter may be in big trouble
Mr. Liang's low voice came out, with a heavy tone in it.
After speaking, Mr. Liang quickly looked at me and then spoke out, "Alright, let's put the body in the coffin first. This is not a solution. cinnabar has sealed the six senses, so we shouldn't continue to gather Yin Sha now
My dad nodded, and at this moment, my dad and Mr. Liang finally put down my grandfather behind me and carried the room into the coffin together.
Suddenly, my dad pulled my grandfather's sleeve and asked why there was a missing piece of cloth in that area? I also noticed that one of the cuffs of my grandfather's shroud is indeed missing.
Mr. Liang's gaze slightly froze, and then he spoke out, "Maybe one or two children were hung up by something while running with their backs on their backs before
Indeed, on the way to Zufen Mountain, there were many branches that were inevitably hung. Perhaps I ran too fast and didn't pay much attention before.
He didn't pay too much attention and tidied up his grandfather's body. Mr. Liang also sighed and said to his grandfather.
Brother Li, everything you instructed me to do has been taken care of. My child is fine, so go ahead and don't mess around like this
After muttering for a few words, Mr. Liang and my father finally closed the coffin lid, and the original seven Yin coffin nails were nailed again.
Finally, we filled Grandpa's grave together, which took half an hour. After finishing, Mr. Liang asked me to light incense for Grandpa, and we went home together.
After arriving home, Mr. Liang didn't rush to leave. Instead, he gave me a talisman and said that I was scared a lot tonight, and those things had been surrounding me, gathering some yin energy on my body.
Let me turn the talisman paper into water and drink it. After Mr. Liang said this, I realized this time that I was feeling cold when I came back from outside. I thought it was cold outside before, but it was still the same when I got home.
Under Mr. Liang's supervision, I drank talisman water before he got up and left. Before leaving, Mr. Liang instructed us to close the doors and windows, but he didn't say anything else.
After Mr. Liang left, my father and I fetched water and washed our feet. After finishing, we prepared to go into our room to rest. In the end, I couldn't help but call out to my father.
That's right, I'm still afraid. I asked my dad if he could sleep next to me? My dad frowned, understood what I meant, and said that I'm getting older now, and this is a fear in my heart that I have to overcome on my own. I can't always rely on others.
Upon hearing this, I was somewhat puzzled. It could be considered a small request, but my dad refused to agree to it. In the end, I had to compromise and ask if he could change rooms with me?
My room has a window, but my dad's room doesn't. When I woke up this morning, the window was open, which instinctively reminded me that my grandfather came in through the window, so the window in the room made me feel scared.
In the end, my dad agreed, and I was overjoyed and ran straight into his room. Looking at the enclosed room, I breathed a sigh of relief. I fastened the door and prepared to take off my clothes and go to sleep.
Just as I was taking off my pants, I suddenly felt something in my pocket. I was stunned and quickly reached out to wipe it.
It seems to be a piece of cloth. I took out something from my pocket, a dark blue piece of cloth. In the next moment, my whole body trembled and I looked at the broken piece of blue cloth in front of me with some astonishment.
The color of the cloth is exactly the same as that of grandpa's shroud. What's more, this rag looks more like the corner of grandpa's shroud sleeve?
It's not like that. After taking a closer look, I can almost be sure that this is definitely the piece of cloth that hung off the cuff of my grandfather's shroud.
But how did this piece of cloth end up in my pocket? My eyes suddenly froze as I saw something on the reverse side of the shroud fragment.
I quickly turned the pieces of cloth on this shroud in reverse. In the next moment, my eyes suddenly widened and my breathing became a bit rapid because I actually saw a line of words on this shroud piece.
What surprised me even more was the content of this line of words.
Escape, don't trust anyone
It's just such a simple line of words, but my heart can't calm down at all. First of all, the biggest question in my heart is, who left this line of words?
The handwriting is a bit shallow, and I can't even tell what was written on it. What's even more difficult to explain is that this piece of shroud was from my grandfather's sleeve. Who can tear off the piece and write these words?
And there aren't many people who wrote this. Tonight, my dad, Mr. Liang, and I went to the ancestral tomb together. This shroud cloth piece was obviously only put in my pocket tonight.
I definitely ruled out the possibility myself, so who left the cloth strip of this shroud? My dad? Or is it Mr. Liang?
If I had to choose between two people, I would rather trust my dad. If he left me a shroud strip, is he implying something to me? Don't trust anyone?
Who does anyone here refer to? Mr. Liang?
No, if it was left by my dad, he wouldn't have had to be so indirect. Even if he wanted to avoid mentioning Mr. Liang, he could have told me this alone after he left. There's no need to make such a fuss?
Is it possible that Mr. Liang left it for me? He told me not to trust my dad? This guess even makes me feel a bit absurd.
Wait, a more absurd idea suddenly came to my mind at this moment. Could the tattered cloth strip of the shroud be left by my grandfather?
Grandfather has been dead for a few days now, and this idea is indeed absurd, but suddenly I remembered the faint voice in my ear when I was surrounded by so many ghosts before.
Looking back now, that was not my dad's voice at all, and my grandfather's body inexplicably returned, which has overturned my previous understanding.
So, even if I guess it was left by my grandfather, I don't find it so difficult to accept.
At this moment, I began to reminisce. Suddenly, I realized that the handwriting of this line of characters was so similar to my grandfather's handwriting. Every year during the Chinese New Year, the couplets posted at home were all written by my grandfather.
And isn't that handwriting just like the one on this piece of shroud? This conclusion almost made my final judgment.
Not bad, this piece of cloth was left to me by my grandfather, who has been dead for a few days.