"Of course I know he hasn't left," Cen Yu thought.
He knew that Pei Leyun would appear as a ghost in the later part of the novel, but the funeral had already ended when the original work began.
He didn't know if Pei Leyun was still in a daze at this moment, or if she had already developed self-awareness...
In the opening of the original novel, Pei Leyun saw her own tombstone before realizing that she was dead.
He wanted to go back to find Cen Yu, but found that neither Cen Yu nor his adoptive father could see him. Only Chu Yichen, whose birth chart was unstable, could see him a little, but only at night could he see his blurry outline.
As for his adoptive father, his yang energy was so strong that ordinary ghosts could not get close to him.
Cen Yu had a protective talisman, so Pei Lejun couldn't get close to him.
Thinking of this, Cen Yu wanted to check his pockets... He had obviously just changed out of the black suit he was wearing, and he guessed that he hadn't brought it with him at all.
He remembered that in the original work, Cen Yu's talisman was obtained for him by Pei Leyun. However, because the original owner did not like Pei Leyun very much, he kept the talisman at home after receiving it, and only started wearing it after Pei Leyun died, giving people the feeling of a guilty thief.
Cen Yu carefully touched his pockets and shirt, and found that there was indeed no trace of amulets.
"Xiao Le's wish," Chu Yichen spoke up at this moment, his melancholy deepening. "I wonder what Xiao Le's wish is."
Pei Heng sized up Cen Yu, looking as if he wanted to send him down to keep his adopted son company.
At this moment, less than one-fifth of the incense remained in the incense burner. Pei Heng saw this and got up to refill the incense sticks.
It was already 7 p.m.
Pei Heng walked back and sat on the futon next to him.
No one spoke in the mourning hall, which made Cen Yu, who was standing to the side with his head down, feel drowsy... He didn't know if it was because his body hadn't slept for too long, or if the incense had a sleep-inducing effect. He sat there, watching the paper money burning in the brazier and Pei Leyun's black and white photo, and his head felt increasingly dizzy, as if he had taken a sleeping potion. He couldn't help but want to fall asleep.
Suddenly jolted awake, Cen Yu realized that she had just dozed off for a while.
He immediately turned his head and saw Pei Heng's displeased gaze beside him, as if he were being reprimanded for thinking about sleeping at this hour.
Cen Yu glanced at the time on the decorative clock on the side, and before he knew it, half an hour had passed.
Chu Yichen put some more paper money into the brazier.
Cen Yu glanced at the incense burner again and found that they seemed to have added incense twice more... He hadn't burned incense much, but he also felt that this was a bit too fast.
The ever-burning lamp in one corner of the coffin is still lit, and there is no need to add lamp oil for the time being.
"When is the right time that the master mentioned?" Cen Yu asked.
"Wait a little longer," Pei Heng said.
Seeing that Pei Heng didn't intend to reveal anything, Cen Yu could only sit on the futon and think about the original plot... He had only been thinking for a few minutes when his head started to feel dizzy again.
It was at this moment that he felt a chill.
It felt like something was blowing on the back of his neck, and he reflexively covered the back of his neck, only to be met with Pei Heng's displeased gaze.
Perhaps it was because his movements were too exaggerated, Chu Yichen also looked over, "What's wrong?"
“…It’s nothing,” Cen Yu said.
He felt that if he said now that he felt someone blowing on his neck, he would probably be considered crazy.
So he sat back down.
Fortunately, it seems that everything just now was his illusion.
Half an hour later, Pei Heng finally got up and walked to the coffin, seemingly preparing to open it—Cen Yu was shocked! Was it really going to be so hasty?
"Where are the bodyguards?" Cen Yu stood up hurriedly. "Don't you need their help?"
"The master said not to come into contact with too many strangers."
As Pei Heng spoke, right before Cen Yu's shocked eyes, he opened the coffin—as if the heavy coffin were nothing more than a piece of paper to him—and calmly beckoned Cen Yu over.
"Come here." He looked at Cen Yu, "Let's take one last look at Xiao Le."
Cen Yu twitched his nose. After the coffin was opened... there was still no smell in the room.
He mentally prepared himself and walked over, then cautiously glanced at Pei Leyun inside the coffin—
The other person's eyes were closed, and their face was completely bloodless. They exuded a heavy aura of death, but they did not look like someone who had drowned.
The way it resembled a living person, yet with obvious differences, gave Cen Yu goosebumps almost reflexively.
Chu Yichen also came over at this moment. He looked at Pei Leyun in the coffin, and his face showed visible sadness.
Pei Heng watched quietly for a moment, then spoke, "You like Cen Yu so much."
Why not take him with you?
Cen Yu: "..."
Is this human language?
"I heard you'll be coming back tonight," Pei Heng said. "If you have any unfulfilled wishes, you can also visit me in a dream."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Cen Yu, indicating that Cen Yu could speak.
Cen Yu had no idea what to say, and could only mechanically repeat things like, "Why did you leave so suddenly?" and "I shouldn't have slept so soundly that night."
As the master had probably said, the coffin should not be opened for too long. After about five minutes, Pei Heng closed the coffin.
Cen Yu subconsciously exhaled, his gaze falling on the incense burner.
They discovered that the incense that had been refilled earlier was now almost burned to the end, merging with the ash.
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