Now, the only thing left was to open Grandpa's coffin and see if there was anything fishy inside.
I looked at both sides of the coffin where Mr.
Liang and my dad were standing.
Mr.
Liang first loosened the seven coffin nails with his hands, and then looked at my dad.
I saw my dad and Mr.
Liang put their hands on the coffin board at the same time.
After looking at each other, my dad and Mr.
Liang pressed hard at the same time.
There was a clang, and the coffin lid was instantly lifted aside.
When they saw the empty coffin, Mr.
Liang and my dad suddenly frowned.
It means that the grandfather's body I am carrying is not fake.
So the question now is, how did grandfather get out of this coffin?
Is it possible to say that grandpa passed directly through the coffin and the tomb, and got out of it?
This is too outrageous, and probably no one will believe it.
But the most important thing now is that I don't know how to explain the scene in front of me.
At this moment, my dad got up from under the coffin pit, but Mr.
Liang was still frowning, looking around and groping inside the coffin.
Knocked on the bottom of the coffin, it was solid, no problem.
At this time, Mr.
Liang also got up, and my dad also asked Mr.
Liang aloud at this moment.
"Uncle Liang, do you think someone is up to something?"
My dad's voice fell, and my heart sank.
Someone was playing tricks on my dad.
The meaning of the scene was easy to understand.
In other words, grandpa's grave was dug up by others.
It is understandable that he took out his grandfather's body, then covered the coffin and filled the grave intact.
But why did grandpa suddenly appear in my room, and his hand was still holding my wrist tightly?
How can I explain this?
After my dad finished speaking, I saw Mr.
Liang also frowned, obviously thinking deeply.
After a moment, Mr.
Liang shook his head.
"It doesn't make much sense, and I don't rule out this theory.
If that's the case, then this matter might be in big trouble."
Mr.
Liang's deep voice came out, with a heavy tone in it.
After saying that, Mr.
Liang quickly looked at me, and then said: "Okay, let's put the body in the coffin first.
This is not an option.
The cinnabar seals the six senses, so the evil spirits should not continue to gather now."
My dad nodded.
At this time, my dad and Mr.
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Liang put down the grandfather behind me and carried the room into the coffin together.
Suddenly, my dad pulled my grandpa’s cuff and said why there was a piece of cloth missing there.
I also noticed that the cuff of grandpa’s shroud was indeed missing a piece.
Mr.
Liang's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he said: "Maybe it was because one or two children were hung up by something when they were running around on their backs."
Indeed, on the way to the ancestral tomb mountain, there were many branches, and it was inevitable that they would get hung up.
Maybe I ran too fast and didn’t pay much attention to them before.
Without paying too much attention, after arranging the grandfather's body, Mr.
Liang sighed and spoke to his grandfather.
"Brother Li, everything you asked me to do has been taken care of.
The baby is fine.
You can just go with peace of mind.
Don't worry about it like this."
After muttering a few sentences, Mr.
Liang and my dad closed the coffin lid, and the original seven nails were nailed in again.
Finally, we filled Grandpa's grave together, which took more than half an hour.
After finishing, Mr.
Liang asked me to burn incense for Grandpa, and finally we went home together.
After arriving home, Mr.
Liang did not leave in a hurry.
Instead, he gave me a piece of talisman and said that I was very scared tonight, and those things kept surrounding me, and I had some Yin Qi in me.
He asked me to turn the talisman paper into water and drink it.
Mr.
Liang said this.
I found this time that I felt cold when I came back from outside.
I thought it was because it was cold outside, but it was still the same when I got home.
Under Mr.
Liang's supervision, I drank the talisman water, and Mr.
Liang stood up and left.
Before leaving, Mr.
Liang told us to close the doors and windows, but he didn't say much else.
After Mr.
Liang left, my dad and I fetched water and washed our feet.
After that, we were ready to go into the room to rest.
In the end, I couldn't help calling my dad.
Yes, I am still afraid.
I asked my dad if I could sleep next to him.
My dad frowned and understood what I meant.
He said that I am older now.
This is the fear in my heart.
I have to overcome it by myself.
I can't always rely on you. other people.
I was a little confused after hearing this.
This should be considered a small request, but my dad didn't agree to it.
In the end, I had to settle for the next best thing and ask my dad if he could change rooms with me.
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My room has a window, but my dad's room does not.
When I got up this morning, the window was open.
This instinctively reminded me that my grandpa came in through the window, so the window in the room gave me a sense of fear.
Finally, my dad agreed.
I was overjoyed and ran directly into my dad's room.
Looking at the closed room, I felt a little relieved.
I fastened the door latch and prepared to take off my clothes and go to bed.
Just when I was taking off my pants, I suddenly felt that there seemed to be something in my pants pocket.
I was stunned and quickly reached out to wipe it.
It seemed to be a piece of cloth.
I took out something in my trouser pocket, a piece of dark blue cloth.
The next moment, my whole body trembled, and I looked at the piece of green cloth in front of me with some dumbfounded eyes.
The color of this fabric is exactly the same as the shroud on my grandfather’s body, and the more I look at this rag, the more it looks like the corner of the sleeve of my grandpa’s shroud.
No, after looking at it for a while, I am almost certain that this is definitely the piece of rag with the cuff of grandpa's shroud hanging off.
But why did this rag appear in my trouser pocket?
My eyes suddenly froze, and I saw something seemed to be on the back of the shroud fragment.
I quickly turned over the shroud piece.
The next moment, my eyes suddenly opened wide and my breathing became a little faster, because I actually saw a line of words on the shroud piece.
What surprised me even more was the content of this line.
"Run away and don't trust anyone."
It's such a simple line, but my heart can't calm down at all.
First of all, the biggest doubt in my heart is who left this line.
The handwriting is a bit shallow, and I can’t even see what it is written on.
What’s even more difficult to explain is that the fragments of the shroud are from grandpa’s sleeves.
Who can tear off the fragments and write these words?
And there are not many people who have written this.
Tonight, only my dad, Mr.
Liang and I went to the ancestral grave together.
This shroud piece was obviously put into my trouser pocket tonight.
I have definitely ruled out the possibility myself, so who kept the cloth strips of this shroud?
My dad still said Mr.
Liang If I have to choose one of the two, I would rather believe my dad.
If this is the shroud strip he left for me, is he hinting at something?
Don’t trust anyone.
Anyone here refers to Mr.
Liang No, if it was my dad who left it, there was no need for him to beat around the bush like this.
Even if he wanted to avoid Mr.
Liang, he could have waited until Mr.
Liang left and told me this alone.
There was no need to go to such trouble.
Could it be that Mr.
Liang left it to me?
He told me not to believe my father's guess.
Even I felt that it was a bit outrageous.
Wait, an even more ridiculous idea suddenly appeared in my mind at this moment.
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Could the rags of this shroud be left by my grandfather?
Grandpa has been dead for a few days.
This idea is indeed not ridiculous, but I suddenly thought of the faint voice in my ear when I was surrounded by so many ghosts.
Looking back now, it was not my father's voice at all, and my grandfather's body came back inexplicably, which has subverted my previous understanding.
So, now even if I guess it was my grandfather who left this piece of cloth, I don’t feel that hard to accept it.
At this moment, I started to recall, and suddenly, I found that the handwriting of this line was so similar to my grandfather's handwriting.
In the past, every year during the Chinese New Year, the couplets posted at home were all written by my grandfather.
And the handwriting, isn't it the same as the one on the shroud fragment?
This conclusion almost gave me the final judgment.
Yes, this piece of cloth was left to me by my grandfather, and it was my grandfather who had been dead for a few days. aa2705221: