First, it was the morning when my grandpa just passed away, when he let go of my wrist on his own, and then now.
Grandpa has been dead for a few days.
Normally, the body would be completely rigor mortis, but just now Grandpa's hand clearly let go on his own.
Can the muscles of a person who has been dead for three consecutive days still contract on their own?
Looking at the motionless grandpa, I quickly got out of bed and ran to my dad's side and asked my dad what was going on.
My dad had a gloomy face, and then said to me in an extremely low voice: "Come back home, go call Mr.
Liang and say that something happened at home.
Remember, if you encounter someone on the road, don't say anything." ” At this time, my dad looked at me and spoke to me quickly.
I swallowed, nodded and rushed out of the room.
However, the moment I rushed to the door, my whole body froze.
My eyes were fixed on the yard outside our house, because the footprints that had disappeared unexpectedly appeared again, and this time the footprints were a little different from the last time.
Because this time the footprints did not linger at all, but spread straight to the edge of my window.
However, the footprints next to the window were much deeper.
I took a deep breath when I saw this scene.
Last night, something was staring at me by my window again.
I felt like my psychology could no longer bear it, and it became a little difficult to breathe.
I kept adjusting, and then I suddenly woke up and asked Mr.
Liang.
My grandfather’s incident made me know that Mr.
Liang is not an ordinary tailor, so in this situation, only Mr.
Liang can help our family.
I rushed out of my yard and ran towards Mr.
Liang's house.
On the way, I met many uncles and aunts who got up to do work.
They asked me what I was doing so early in the morning.
I could only say perfunctorily that I was exercising and looking for food.
Meet Mr.
Liang.
I knew that people in the village couldn't know that grandpa was back, otherwise the village might be in trouble, but Mr.
Liang would inevitably be seen when he followed me, so I didn't hide it too much.
When I got home, I saw Mr.
Liang smoking a cigarette at the door.
I gasped and said directly to Mr.
Liang: "Mr.
Liang, something happened."
Mr.
Liang looked at me, put out the cigarette in his hand, stood up suddenly, and came to my side in three steps at a time.
"What happened?"
I was out of breath.
Mr.
Liang patted my back and asked me to speak slowly.
After a while, I told Mr.
Liang directly that grandpa was back.
Upon hearing this, Mr.
Liang trembled slightly, and his entire face became completely ugly.
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"It's impossible to go back.
It doesn't make sense."
Mr.
Liang's brows were knitted together, and the look in his eyes was indescribably solemn.
He murmured to himself, while I looked at Mr.
Liang.
"Wait while I pack my things."
At this time, Mr.
Liang suddenly said something to me.
After saying that, he turned around and went into the house.
I stood outside and waited for a while.
Mr.
Liang carried a cloth bag and walked straight towards my house with me. go.
Mr.
Liang also knew that it was not appropriate for people in the village to know about this matter, so on the way, Mr.
Liang also told me to walk slower so as not to be seen out, so as not to catch up and watch the fun.
When we saw no one around, Mr.
Liang and I quickened our pace.
When we reached the door of the yard, Mr.
Liang paused again.
"here we go again" Mr.
Liang murmured in a low voice.
I knew that Mr.
Liang was talking about the footprints in the yard, but I was a little confused about who left these footprints.
He even stared at me by my window all night.
Could it be that last night it was my grandfather who first looked at me outside the window for a long time before entering the room directly through the window?
Now that everything was out of the question, Mr.
Liang and I rushed into the house quickly.
Looking at my grandpa standing upright in the middle of the room, Mr.
Liang quickly shouted at my dad.
Asking him why he didn't put grandpa on the bed.
Doing this would only make the evil in grandpa's body worse.
But my dad looked at Mr.
Liang and shook his head with a bitter smile, and said loudly: "Uncle Liang, I tried it, but it didn't move a muscle."
When I heard this, I felt a thump in my heart.
I knew what my dad meant by not moving at all.
It must be that he couldn't break up my grandfather's body, otherwise he would have put my grandfather on the bed by now.
Mr.
Liang's face also looked heavy and terrifying.
He walked up to Grandpa and looked around him.
At this time, I saw Mr.
Liang pull something out of the cloth bag.
The fine crimson sand, which I have seen on TV, seems to be cinnabar.
At this moment, Mr.
Liang directly pressed his thumb into the cinnabar, and then pointed at the center of his grandfather's eyebrows.
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The next moment, I actually saw that the bloodshot eyes in grandpa's eyes seemed to be much less.
Then Mr.
Liang stepped aside and let my dad try again.
My dad nodded and went to hold my grandpa's body, but I saw my dad clenching his teeth and my grandpa's body remained motionless.
My dad frowned and relaxed, shaking his head at Mr.
Liang.
Upon seeing this, grandma started crying again.
Mr.
Liang quickly asked me to help grandma into the room to rest.
When my grandma cries like this, grandpa becomes even more reluctant to leave.
After hearing this, grandpa immediately suppressed his crying.
I helped grandma to the room to rest, and then returned to my room again.
At this time, I saw Mr.
Liang started to apply cinnabar on grandpa’s body again, but this time Mr.
Liang used cinnabar to block grandpa’s nostrils and ears.
He even found a piece of black cloth with cinnabar on it and covered grandpa’s body with cinnabar. blindfolded.
After finishing, Mr.
Liang wiped his sweat, looked at my dad and said, "I have sealed the six senses, you try again.
If it doesn't work, I will burn the body."
Mr.
Liang's last words seemed particularly low.
After listening to Mr.
Liang's words, my heart skipped a beat.
In rural areas, cremation is a taboo and is considered unfilial to future generations.
Because everyone felt that this would make the ancestors suffer the pain of fire, and they could not keep the whole body, so at that time, let alone rural areas, cremation was not popular even in towns.
My dad's eyes were also a little worried.
I knew that my dad didn't want to see my grandfather's body burned, but there was nothing I could do.
Something was obviously wrong with my grandfather's body.
If Mr.
Liang can't do anything about his grandfather, then he really has no choice but to admit it and burn his body.
My heart began to beat a little faster.
No matter what, this is my grandfather.
He has been extremely doting on me since I was a child, even if something went wrong after my grandfather died.
Then I just assume that he can't bear to leave our family, but I never want to see my grandfather's body burned.
My dad hugged grandpa again.
This time, what we didn’t expect was that my grandpa’s body was picked up by me.
My dad put grandpa’s body on the bed.
And I saw Mr.
Liang next to me also let out a long breath.
Looking at Grandpa on the bed, Mr.
Liang spoke again.
"We can't talk about things during the day.
Everyone is busy working.
To avoid this, we will send the body back to the Li family's ancestral grave late at night."
Mr.
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Liang's voice fell, and my father nodded almost without hesitation.
No one wanted to know that something like this happened in the family.
We found a piece of black cloth and covered Grandpa's body.
Mr.
Liang did not go back today and was at our house.
On the way, I saw Mr.
Liang staring at the footprints in the yard.
When no one was around, I asked Mr.
Liang if those footprints were left by his grandfather.
Mr.
Liang shook his head and said nothing.
At this time, I looked carefully at the footprints in the yard.
I suddenly had an illusion.
These footprints seemed to be made with toes and no heels.
The time was a bit difficult, and finally at night, my grandfather's body was still lying on my bed.
It was not until late at night that Mr.
Liang said he was almost ready to move.
Mr.
Liang called our family to the room.
He took off the black cloth on my grandfather and took a look.
He found that there was nothing serious.
My dad also stepped forward and squatted down.
"One or two, come here and help grandpa on me."
Hearing the sound, I stepped forward quickly, but at this moment, Mr.
Liang stopped quickly.
I saw his frown, and at this time, Mr.
Liang said in a deep voice.
"No, let one or two boys carry the body." aa2705221: