Bai Xizhu was still worried about the health of Bai Zhengxuan and his wife, so she used her wood-type ability to check them again. Only after confirming that they were in good physical condition did she feel completely relieved.

The elderly couple, Bai Zhengxuan and his wife, spent the entire day revolving around Bai Xizhu, following her wherever she went.

Just like Bai Xizhu is a fragile porcelain doll.

Even though this is a safe base and very secure, Bai Zhengxuan and his wife are still always worried.

They didn't say where Bai Zhengxuan and his wife would be buried in the future, only that everything had been settled.

But judging from their expressions, Bai Xizhu felt that they were hiding something.

Night falls.

Bai Zhengxuan didn't care who cooked, and happily ran to the kitchen to show off his skills.

I just wanted to cook a perfect meal for Xiaozhu.

Their memories tell them that life in the apocalypse wasn't as wonderful as it is now. During the three years they couldn't find Xiaozhu, she must have been unable to eat or sleep well.

Liu Jing, who rarely cooks, was also earnestly helping Bai Zhengxuan.

All I want is to raise my granddaughter to be plump and healthy.

Seeing that Bai Zhengxuan and his wife were focused on cooking, Bai Xizhu and the others secretly got off the bus.

A little distance from the bus, Bai Yifan gently placed an iron basin on the ground.

"Sis, Grandpa and Grandma are cooking now, let's get started!"

Bai Yifan glanced furtively in the direction of the bus, deliberately lowering his voice.

Bai Xizhu's lips twitched, and she also lowered her voice, saying, "Grandpa and Grandma are still our grandpa and Grandma. They just have a memory from the future, they're not really dead. Isn't this a bad thing for us to do?"

As she spoke, Bai Xizhu tried to stand up and leave.

“Xiao Zhu, this is your grandparents’ ‘last wish.’ They are alive now, but they are truly dead, and they died somewhere unknown. No one has claimed their bodies. This is also true.”

Wang Yiyun pressed Bai Xizhu to the ground and made Bai Xizhu and the others squat around the iron basin.

"But they are now the same person, inseparable."

Leng Yebai's tall figure stood around the iron basin, looking somewhat pathetic and unable to move freely.

"No matter what, you were four lively people, and now you've become two. Even if you've merged, it's like you've died once. Have you forgotten what your grandparents said?"

Bai Anhai silently touched his pure white short-sleeved shirt, his face somewhat solemn and his expression somewhat sorrowful.

Bai Xizhu scratched her head, thought for a long time, and finally remembered.

Despite their seemingly open-mindedness—grandfather being a teacher and grandmother a coroner—some deeply ingrained beliefs remain firmly rooted in their minds.

They don't care much about things like their bodies and hair, which are given to them by their parents. What they care about most is returning to their roots and wearing mourning clothes.

Wearing mourning clothes is not an option, because the elderly couple is still on the bus. They can't very well see their own son, grandson, and granddaughter wearing mourning clothes for them!

Even if fallen leaves return to their roots, that's one thing, but these old couple didn't say where they broke the leaves, and it was a self-inflicted explosion, so they definitely can't return to their roots.

However, we can still burn some paper money and funeral clothes for them.

Bai Anhai was in his forties or fifties and didn't believe in these things, but he couldn't forget what his father had told him.

Bai Xizhu glanced at the lights on the bus, and her lips twitched again uncontrollably.

Her grandparents did die, but they were still alive. Wouldn't she be beaten to death for burning paper money like that?

"Cough cough, hurry up and burn it, it won't be good if we get caught. After you're done burning it, hurry back."

Bai Anhai coughed softly, deciding to burn some paper money for his parents after all.

Bai Xizhu covered her face with one hand and took out some paper money, funeral clothes, and even small paper figures from her spatial storage with the other.

These were all stored in Bai Zhengxuan's spatial storage before the apocalypse, and now... they're being put to good use.

Old Master Bai was a firm believer in materialism, but he secretly hoarded paper money, funeral clothes, and even his own future coffin.

Bai Anhai glanced in the direction of the bus, and even the upright lawyer seemed a little unsure of himself.

Yes, he burned paper money for his parents even though they weren't dead; that's really being too "filial."

A small flame spilled from Bai Anhai's fingertips, quickly igniting the paper money in the iron basin.

"Shouldn't we say something at this point?"

Bai Yifan looked at the fire burning brighter and brighter, and felt that something was missing.

The atmosphere is off.

"It doesn't say who it's for; you have to say the name of the person who received the money."

Leng Yebai calmly drew a circle around the iron basin with his finger.

This means that these valuable items are only for Bai Zhengxuan and his wife, and cannot be snatched away by other wandering ghosts.

"Who taught you this?"

Bai Xizhu's face twitched as she looked at the circle Leng Yebai had drawn.

It is insightful and extremely clear.

“When I was in the orphanage, the children often played house, and I learned a little bit from them,” Leng Yebai said calmly.

Bai Xizhu: ...

"Grandpa and Grandma, this is paper money for you. Don't be stingy. If it's not enough, come to Dad in his dream and I'll burn some more for you!"

Bai Yifan skillfully tossed paper money and paper figures into the container, muttering something under his breath, making it seem quite convincing.

Bai Anhai also put some paper money in it, thinking about what he looked like when he was a child.

Although his parents seem unreliable, he receives just as much parental love as anyone else.

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