"You're so ruthless! You don't even spare your own grandson! You're so cruel! Hahaha!"
...
Luo Tianhe and I squatted in the corner, smoking one cigarette after another.
The spiciness of the tobacco spread across my tongue and slid down my throat, but it couldn't dispel the gloom in my heart.
At this moment, my mind is filled with Jin Ye's words, which keep echoing: "My grandfather is not dead?"
My fingers instinctively reached for the cigarette pack again, wanting to take out another cigarette, but I found nothing.
That's when I realized I'd already finished my cigarette.
I looked up and asked Luo Tianhe beside me in a slightly hoarse voice, "Brother Luo, do you still have any cigarettes?"
Luo Tianhe glanced at me and sighed helplessly: "Old Chen, are you still pondering what Master Jin said? Can you trust what that old man says? He just loves to smear things. Don't let him lead you by the nose."
I didn't respond; I just stared silently ahead, my thoughts already drifting far away.
"No way, you actually believe what he said, that your grandfather isn't dead?" Luo Tianhe raised his voice in surprise when he saw that I remained silent.
I remained silent.
After a long pause, she slowly said, "I want to dig up Grandpa's grave and take a look."
"Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?" Luo Tianhe's eyes widened.
I shook my head with a wry smile: "I'm not afraid of death, why would I be afraid of this?"
Actually, the reason I wanted to dig up my grandfather's grave wasn't just because of what Master Jin said.
Recalling that time at the Binjiang Building, when I was on the verge of death and almost in despair, that mysterious person suddenly appeared and saved me.
On several other occasions, whenever I was in dire straits, a short person with a strangely familiar back would appear just in time.
Also, at the Qinglongshan Funeral Home, I saw the unique stitching technique on Bai Su's body, and it looked very familiar to me at the time.
My grandfather never took on any other apprentices in his life, and I have no senior or junior fellow apprentices either.
Besides me, only my grandfather knows this stitching technique.
At that time, I didn't dare to think too deeply about it, but as I experienced more and more things, my doubts grew stronger and stronger, and I increasingly felt that my grandfather might still be alive.
Seeing that I was determined to leave, Luo Tianhe sighed slightly and patted my shoulder forcefully.
"Okay, I'll go with you. No matter what the outcome, we'll face it together as brothers."
I looked up at him and nodded firmly: "Okay!"
Just then, a flurry of noises suddenly came from inside the house.
Immediately afterwards, the bear came running out in a panic.
His face turned bright red, as if he had a lot to say but couldn't say it for the time being.
"What happened?" Luo Tianhe asked anxiously as he saw that Da Xiong looked strange.
“Dead… that old guy, dead, dead!” Big Bear gasped for breath, barely managing to finish his sentence.
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