Chapter 943 The Returnee's Notes 17
Xie Ning watched as the white smoke rising from the incense stick in the circle flickered for a moment, then the burning speed slowed down.
Just as she was pondering the cause of this change, a cell phone rang, breaking the stagnant and sorrowful atmosphere.
Dahe hung up the phone, feeling embarrassed, his face flushed. "I... I didn't break anything, did I?"
Old Master Wang shook his head and continued mediating. Now it all depended on whether the vengeful spirit was willing to let Old Ming go.
The fortune slips fell, long and short slips landing together, the vengeful spirit agonizing. It hated Lao Ming, and it was this hatred that sustained it as it wandered the world for so long.
Now that I know the truth, I find it utterly absurd.
It turns out he was destined to die there, but fate played a trick on him, causing Lao Ming, who originally wanted to save him, to tie him to the blanket himself.
What was he thinking at that moment?
He wanted to look into Lao Ming's eyes, to ask why, why did he kill him?
Perhaps what he wanted to ask wasn't just about Lao Ming...
The old lady sat to one side, glanced at Lao Ming who was kneeling on the ground and unable to straighten his back, and said, "Didn't you take care of his mother? Perhaps bringing his mother here can resolve the grievances between you."
Dahe raised his hand tremblingly, "Um... I'm afraid Grandma won't be able to come."
He just silenced his phone.
Because he didn't answer the phone, a message came from the other end: "Grandma... is dying."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Guizhi felt a wave of dizziness, then she couldn't believe it. "What? I even cooked millet porridge for Lao Ming this morning when I took her out. How come she can't handle it!"
Moreover, she entrusted Dahai's mother to take care of her.
Old Ming looked up blankly, then gazed in the direction of the red rope circle. He took a few quick breaths and asked with difficulty, "Teacher, go see Grandma, she misses you."
A cool breeze seemed to rise inside the hall, carrying the scent of incense.
As the long slip of paper fell, Xie Ning sighed and, at the old lady's prompting, took out an umbrella and a small porcelain bottle containing cinnabar from the basket.
The umbrella was just an ordinary folding umbrella, with some traces of cinnabar runes still remaining on it. The old lady took a brush, dipped it in cinnabar, and drew a new rune.
That's a talisman for hiding souls, which can temporarily give ghosts a place to live.
However, besides the runes for hiding the soul, the old lady also drew another one, which Xie Ning did not recognize, because she had not yet studied it deeply enough.
The old woman was chanting incantations and waving her hands around a red rope circle. At first glance, she really looked like a shaman performing a ritual in the countryside.
When the incense burned out, the red rope suddenly caught fire, but the flames were not yellow; instead, they were a pale blue, almost cold green.
"Alright, let's go."
For some reason, I always felt that the road down the mountain was more difficult than the road up the mountain.
The autumn sun in the south was still very strong, but none of them felt hot. Instead, they felt a bit cold, since the vengeful spirit was right beside them. Even though the old lady had covered them with an umbrella, it didn't block out much of the chilling atmosphere.
When Dahai's mother, who was waiting at the hospital entrance, saw so many people rushing over, she couldn't take it all in. But she still remembered the important matter: "Quick, Lao Ming, Guizhi, Grandma is dying. Go see her one last time."
The nearly 100-year-old woman lay quietly on her hospital bed, her gaze fixed on the window. In truth, she could see nothing, but perhaps she could hear the chirping of birds from the open window.
"Grandma..." Most people here don't know her name, they just call her Grandma.
"Xiao Ming is here?" The old woman reached out and grasped Lao Ming's hand, patting it gently before asking, "Where's Guizhi?"
“I’m here.” Zhang Guizhi stepped forward and gently touched the old woman.
The old woman shakily took a small handkerchief from her pocket and handed it to Zhang Guizhi, saying, "You've worked so hard all these years taking care of this old woman."
The somewhat faded handkerchief was unfolded, revealing only three silver dollars, a pair of earrings, and a silver bracelet.
"This old woman has nothing else to leave you, just this much. Please don't find it offensive."
Zhang Guizhi closed the handkerchief, her usually stubborn face flushed red, and she felt a burning heat rising within her, making her heart flutter with anxiety.
She said bitterly, "You old woman, who wants all this junk? You should keep it for yourself and give it to Erwa's child after he has a baby!"
Their second child is only in his early twenties, not married yet, let alone having children.
Zhang Guizhi never held back with her words, constantly cursing and swearing, but over the years, no matter how difficult things were, she never mistreated the old woman.
"The old woman can't wait any longer."
The old woman's unfocused gaze swept across the crowd before suddenly landing on Xie Ning.
The old lady opened the umbrella.
She seemed to have seen something, and tears started to fall.
"Yu Qing? Is that my Qingzai?"
Perhaps when a person is about to die, they can see things that ordinary people cannot see. In any case, Xie Ning could not see anything around him, he only felt that the left side was colder than the right side.
Dahai stood in the corner and saw the smile on the old woman's face. He was quite incredulous. He had never seen this blind old woman smile before.
The old woman would just sit blankly on her small stool, gazing absently at the alley entrance, as if waiting for someone.
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