However, it took him a while to find the stove.

By the time he carried the stove filled with charcoal back to the mourning hall, about ten minutes had passed.

He lowered his head, picked up the stove, and returned to the mourning hall.

Suddenly I felt like something was wrong.

How could he see another figure on the ground besides himself?

The shadow landed right at his feet, revealing only half of its body, and appeared to be sitting.

Could it be that someone woke up in the middle of the night and wanted to come and keep vigil with him?

But since we're already here, why not keep quiet?

Thinking this, Zhu Xiangyu immediately raised his head and looked in the direction from which the shadow had been cast.

Upon seeing this, he was so frightened that he dropped the stove he was holding on the ground.

With a clang, the embers inside fell out.

But Zhu Xiangyu couldn't care less about dealing with it; his whole body stiffened, and he stared wide-eyed in disbelief at what was in front of him.

Right in front of him, in the direction of the bed where his father, Old Master Zhu, was lying, a figure was sitting on the bed.

And that figure was none other than the deceased Old Master Zhu!

Seeing his deceased father sit up again, and sit upright on the bed, Zhu Xiangyu's mind went blank for a moment. He didn't know what words to use to describe the shock this scene brought him.

After the initial shock, he finally came to his senses and thought he might be seeing things or dreaming.

Otherwise, how could a deceased person come back to life and even sit up?

So he first rubbed his eyes hard, and then pinched his arm hard.

After feeling the real pain, he looked towards the door again.

But upon closer inspection, he saw that his father was still sitting upright on the door panel, and his eyes were still looking at him.

Even though the person in front of him was his own father, Zhu Xiangyu was still sweating profusely and his legs were trembling because of his father's gaze.

He didn't know what was going on, and didn't dare to deal with it rashly, so he retreated with weak legs, calling out to the rest of his family as he retreated.

The others were awakened by Zhu Xiangyu's panicked voice. Thinking something serious had happened, they quickly put on their clothes and came out to check.

Upon closer inspection, they saw the scene that Zhu Xiangyu had witnessed earlier.

Everyone was stunned by the scene of Old Master Zhu coming back to life and sitting up.

Those who were more timid started crying and shouting that it was haunted.

Those who were slightly braver turned pale, their legs seemed rooted to the ground, and they dared not take a step forward. No one dared to walk up to Old Master Zhu to see if he was still alive.

The last group of people stood several meters away from the living room, while inside, Old Master Zhu sat alone on a wooden board.

Neither of them spoke.

Zhu Xiangyu and his group dared not speak, but as for Old Master Zhu, it was unclear why he remained silent.

The two sides remained deadlocked for a long time, neither daring to make a move.

Finally, Zhu Xiangyu swallowed hard and mustered up his courage to call out to Grandpa Zhu in the living room.

"Dad, is that...is that you? You're not dead yet? Or what? Don't scare us..."

Zhu Xiangyu's voice trembled violently.

Upon hearing this, Old Master Zhu, who was sitting on the wooden board, looked at him again.

His face was expressionless, and his eyes were as calm as still water.

After a long while, so long that Zhu Xiangyu and the others began to doubt whether the old man in front of them was already dead, and that he was only able to sit up because of some sluggish muscle reactions, they finally saw the old man speak.

His voice was still the same as before, but the tone of his voice was a bit strange.

The tone of voice has become sharper than before.

He said two words.

"It's me."

But those two words were spoken in such a high-pitched voice that it sounded as if he was deliberately speaking in a pinched voice, which sounded particularly eerie.

At least he spoke up and admitted it was him.

At least this can confirm for Zhu Xiangyu and the others that the old man in front of them is really alive, and not some other situation.

only......

In all their years of life, they had never heard of anyone who had died and then suddenly came back to life.

When Grandpa Zhu passed away, his whole family was present. Everyone saw his ashes with their own eyes and confirmed that Grandpa Zhu had truly passed away and showed no signs of life.

One person might make a wrong judgment, but they were an entire family at the time; it's impossible for everyone to be wrong.

But now, in front of all of them, Grandpa Zhu has indeed come back to life.

This was truly beyond their comprehension.

A group of people stood in the yard for a long time in the cold wind before finally deciding to let Zhu Xiangyu and his two grandsons, who were in their twenties, come into the house to check on the old man's condition.

The three of them came in together and cautiously approached Old Master Zhu.

Standing in front of the wooden plank, they carefully observed Old Master Zhu's condition.

To be honest, I really didn't notice anything unusual.

Apart from the fact that Old Master Zhu's face was rather pale and his clothes were rather scantily clad, there was nothing else amiss.

He looks exactly the same as he did before he died!

Moreover, after the three of them approached Old Master Zhu, he did not do anything to them, which gradually made Zhu Xiangyu and the others lower their guard.

Finally, Zhu Xiangyu asked Grandpa Zhu again.

"Dad, what's going on? Last night you...you know...how come you're doing this again now..."

Zhu Xiangyu couldn't bring himself to say that word directly in front of the elderly person.

But if the old man in front of me is normal, he will definitely remember what happened last night.

After all, Mr. Zhu personally witnessed his own passing last night and made arrangements for his final affairs with everyone.

Upon hearing Zhu Xiangyu's words, Old Master Zhu slowly turned his neck to look at him, and then continued to explain in a strange tone.

"I am not dead."

After saying that, he slowly repeated those three words.

"I am not dead."

This scene, coupled with Grandpa Zhu's strange tone, actually looked quite terrifying.

But he insisted that he wasn't dead and could communicate normally with Zhu Xiangyu and the others. They couldn't possibly put him back on the wooden board and let him lie there and die again, could they?

Finally, with no other option and the temperature so low, Zhu Xiangyu had the others bring over two quilts that Old Master Zhu had used before his death, so that people could cover themselves with them.

To prevent Old Master Zhu from developing serious health problems due to the cold, since he wasn't actually dead.

But they were also stumped about how to resolve the matter afterward.

Should the funeral proceed, or should it be canceled and everyone be informed that Mr. Zhu is actually still alive?

The main problem is that no one has ever encountered something like this before.