Grandma Sun?

I've considered countless possibilities, including the mysterious person who saved me several times before.

But I never expected that the person who saved me would be Grandma Sun!

I leaned against Xiaomi, panting heavily, my eyes fixed on Grandma Sun, trying to find the answer in her face.

But upon closer inspection, I suddenly realized that Grandma Sun seemed to be many times older than I had seen before.

His once vigorous eyes have now become dim and lifeless, as if the candle of his life is about to be extinguished, and his whole body exudes the aura of someone who is about to run out of fuel and die.

It seemed as if all its vitality and energy had been exhausted in a very short time.

"You...you..." Xiaomi was completely stunned, her mouth agape.

Grandma Sun ignored us, her eyes fixed on the burning wardrobe, her expression revealing a complex emotion.

Anger, helplessness, and a hint of barely perceptible sadness.

"What on earth is going on..."

I used all my strength to force out those words.

Grandma Sun slowly turned her head and glanced at us. Her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't speak.

The room was filled with a strong smell of burning and acrid smoke, and everything fell into an eerie silence.

Only the raging flames crackled and popped.

After a long while, Grandma Sun finally let out a soft sigh.

"What a terrible thing!"

Previously, I was convinced that Grandma Sun was a bad person, and I believed that she was manipulating everything behind the scenes and was the source of all the disasters.

However, at this moment, looking at the old man with a complex expression in the firelight, I was completely dumbfounded.

Various thoughts swirled and collided wildly in my mind, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't sort out these chaotic thoughts.

My mind was filled with the question: Why did she save me?

"you……"

Just as I was about to speak, Grandma Sun suddenly turned around and walked outside.

"I know what you want to ask, come out and say it."

After saying that, she let out another heavy sigh, her figure appearing particularly weathered in the light of the burning wardrobe.

Do you want to go out?

Xiaomi and I exchanged a glance.

Xiaomi leaned closer to me, her eyes flashing with unease, her hands unconsciously clutching the hem of her clothes.

"Chen Yan, this old lady Sun is too strange. One minute she's trying to harm us, the next she's saving us. What is she trying to do? I have a feeling there's some kind of conspiracy involved."

I thought about it and said that I couldn't figure it out either, but I was really unwilling to let this opportunity to find out the truth slip by. So I decided to go out and hear what she had to say.

Xiaomi bit her lip, a hint of worry on her face: "What if she tries something again?"

I patted Xiaomi on the shoulder, trying to comfort her: "Don't be afraid, we'll just be careful. If she really wanted to hurt us, she wouldn't have saved me just now."

Xiaomi took a deep breath and nodded: "Alright then, let's listen to what she has to say. If anything seems off, we'll run away as fast as we can."

run?

I chuckled self-deprecatingly.

If she really wants to attack us, can we escape?

Grandma Sun stopped slowly in the middle of the courtyard, looked up at the sky, as if she was reminiscing about something.

"Grandma Sun, why did you do this? What exactly happened with those paper figures and Yunwei's family?"

I asked loudly and directly.

Grandma Sun slowly turned her head, her gaze lingering on me and Xiaomi for a moment before she spoke slowly.

“Yunwei died more than 20 years ago.”

He died more than 20 years ago?

Xiao Mi's eyes widened like saucers, her face filled with disbelief.

"How is that possible? We've been spending all this time with Sister Yunwei, how could she have died so long ago?"

I looked at Grandma Sun quietly without saying a word.

I know that since Grandma Sun said these words, she must have more secrets to tell.

Grandma Sun gently shook her head: "The one you're with isn't Yunwei, it's her older sister Yunling."

Is Yunling the older sister?

Ke Yunwei once said that she was the older sister.

The contradictions between these statements only confused me more and more.

Grandma Sun sighed again: "This story begins more than twenty years ago..."

Seeing that Xiaomi still wanted to ask more questions, I quickly pulled her aside, gently shook my head, and gestured for her to calm down and listen to what Grandma Sun had to say.

Although Xiaomi looked reluctant, she kept quiet.

Grandma Sun didn't speak immediately, but slowly took out many palm-sized paper figures from her bosom.

Place the paper figures one by one on the ground, forming an irregular circle.

Then he took out two smaller paper figures from his pocket and carefully placed them in the very center of the circle.

I noticed that one of the paper figures was the one with Yunwei's birth date and time written on it.

After doing all this, she took out a black candle and placed it between the two paper figures.

I recognized the candle at a glance.

It is a [soul-guiding candle].

It is frequently used when summoning or sending away a soul.

However, the [Soul-Guiding Candle] is not only for ghosts, but also for humans.

When holding a [Puhuayuan] festival in the mountainous areas of western Fujian, a black candle is lit.

Its function is to disturb a person's consciousness, making the soul unstable, thereby opening a certain channel between the person and the spirit world.

Grandma Sun glanced at us and slowly said, "If you want to know the truth, drip the blood from between your eyebrows into this bowl of water in front of you."

Xiaomi leaned closer to me and whispered, "Chen Yan, what is Grandma Sun doing? Why is there blood on her forehead? Isn't the forehead the space between the eyebrows? I saw in a movie that a dark spot between the eyebrows means bad luck, so the space between the eyebrows must be very important, right?"

After thinking for a moment, I explained, "You're right. Blood between the eyebrows is believed to contain a person's essence and spirit. Perhaps through this method, we can see what happened in the past. I think Grandma Sun wants us to see something for ourselves through this bowl of water."

Although I spoke eloquently, I was actually not sure in my heart; I was just speculating based on my past experiences.

Xiaomi hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

We each picked up a needle and pricked our foreheads.

With a sharp pain, bright red blood slowly dripped into the bowl of water in front of him.

Seeing this, Grandma Sun handed each of us three sticks of incense and told us to sit cross-legged on the ground.

"Light the incense and then stare into the bowl of water."

Xiaomi and I lit the incense as she instructed.

The incense emitted a peculiar smell when it burned; it was somewhat pungent, yet it inexplicably made people feel drowsy.

Grandma Sun also sat cross-legged between the two of us, gently patting our thighs with her hands.

While taking photos, he recited: "Twelve pieces of grasshopper gold flowers, eighteen pieces of nebula landing. Yin and Yang connect with the underworld, the garden opens in August."

"The third aunt strode over to greet him, her steps clear and precise."