Without thinking, he rushed over, grabbed a lighter, and prepared to relight the incense... but the incense he had just taken out was either damp or something else, and the lighter failed to light it after several attempts.

Cen Yu immediately replaced the incense sticks with three more. Just as the incense in his hand was lit and all that was left was to put it into the incense burner, the lamp went out.

All the lights in the room tripped instantly.

Although Cen Yu used the lighter's flame to relight the incense, he vaguely saw that the previous incense had already gone out before he inserted the newly lit incense into the incense burner.

"What happened?" Chu Yichen's voice rang out from nearby. "Did the power trip?"

But given the Pei family's equipment, there's no way it should trip.

“It should be.” Pei Heng’s voice was calm. “But it’s also possible that Xiao Le has returned.”

Cen Yu's hand almost trembled.

“I’ll go show it to the others,” Pei Heng said, moving slightly away from the coffin, seemingly to make a phone call.

Cen Yu held the lighter in his hand, thinking that at least it still worked... but the plot seemed determined not to let him get through the night peacefully. The flame flickered a few times in his vision before going out.

Cen Yu: "?"

He tried a few more times and found that the lighter just wouldn't light.

Earlier, when entering the mourning hall, Pei Heng was worried that someone might take photos of the scene, so he asked everyone to leave their phones outside the mourning hall for safekeeping. Cen Yu's phone was also left outside.

In the darkness.

Cen Yu could feel that the indoor temperature seemed to be dropping.

Then, he felt something rubbing against the back of his neck... and the cold hand even gently stroked his Adam's apple, seemingly pleased to see him tense.

Cen Yu took a deep breath—

"dad."

"It seems to be haunted."