Chapter 297 The Ghost Reappears
Guo Hui's face changed slightly. He signaled Sun Lan to be quiet, then quietly opened the door and looked out. There was no one outside, and no footprints on the snow.
After confirming that there was no one there, Guo Hui immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sun Lan, I'm telling you, keep this to yourself and don't tell anyone, understand?"
Sun Lan nodded with some fear.
"You have to remind our son too. He is still young and doesn't know anything. It would be terrible if he lets something slip!" said Sun Lan.
"It's okay. He has gone back to his room to sleep. I will talk to him tomorrow." Guo Hui said.
Sun Lan wiped her tears and said, "I hope this will go smoothly!"
"Okay, if you're not feeling unwell, go to the mourning hall and keep watch." Guo Hui said impatiently.
Sun Lan's face turned pale: "I...I don't dare to go."
"Don't worry, Mr. Li has already cast a spell, nothing will happen. It would be embarrassing if you, a daughter-in-law, didn't stay at the funeral hall and let others see you!"
Upon hearing this, Sun Lan had no choice but to put on her shoes and wrap herself in her old cotton-padded jacket and go to the mourning hall.
It started snowing again outside. Chu Runrun couldn't sleep in the house, so she lay out the window and watched the snow.
The noise outside gradually died down and the dogs in the village all fell asleep.
The people in the mourning hall couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep on the side.
Suddenly, a slight creaking sound came from the coffin, which was extremely clear in the dark night.
However, no one in the mourning hall noticed anything, including Sun Lan. They all seemed to be fast asleep.
Guo Yun's two children were sleeping soundly in her arms, and she gently patted their backs with one hand.
The child opened his eyes drowsily and called out, "Grandma!"
"Be good and sleep well!"
A faint voice was heard, and the child fell asleep again.
The ghost slowly floated in front of Sun Lan, looked at the red rope tied around her neck, and slowly took a few steps back.
Suddenly, there was a crunching sound in the snow outside.
"Hiss~ It's so cold!"
Guo Jian went to the toilet while rubbing his arms.
It was snowing in the dark night, and Guo Jian was walking quickly in his old cotton shoes.
In the open-air toilet, Guo Jian was releasing his bowels while looking around. It was all white, very scary.
He wouldn't have thought of peeing if he really couldn't hold it anymore.
Suddenly, a cool breeze blew behind him, and Guo Jian quickly turned around:
"who!"
There was nothing behind me except the toilet wall.
Guo Jian shrank his neck and shuddered when he thought of the evil spirit that possessed his mother that night. He quickly put on his pants and walked back.
His grandmother was suffocated to death by his parents while they were burning charcoal in the house while she was sleeping. He was watching outside at the time.
He knew that what his parents did was wrong, but he still ignored them.
Because his parents told him that as long as his grandmother died, their family would have a lot of money, and then he could go to study in the provincial capital, wear the best clothes and drive the best car.
These temptations were still very attractive to Guo Jian, even if it meant that he would not save his grandmother who had always loved him.
After finally running back to the room, Guo Jian quickly curled up in the warm quilt and shivered.
"Grandma, I didn't do anything to harm you, so please don't come looking for me!"
Guo Jian closed his eyes and trembled while muttering.
Suddenly, there was a creaking sound of a door opening. Guo Jian's back stiffened and cold sweat instantly ran from the soles of his feet to his forehead.
The sound of footsteps reached his ears, and Guo Jian closed his eyes tighter. He felt something approaching him.
Suddenly, a cold hand reached out to his shoulder, and Guo Jian screamed in fright.
“Help!”
"What are you yelling about, you little brat? You scared me!"
Seeing that the person coming was Guo Hui, Guo Jian immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Dad, why is it you?"
"Who else could it be but me? Why don't you close the door when you sleep so late at night?" said Guo Hui.
"Maybe he didn't close the toilet tightly when he went to use it!" Guo Jian said.
"Dad, what are you doing here so late?"
"Since your door wasn't locked, I came in to take a look. Your grandma must have known about us...that's why she's haunting us. You better not tell anyone!"
Guo Hui sighed heavily, but showed no regret.
"I know! I didn't tell anyone!" Guo Jian said quickly.
"Okay, go to sleep. Once your grandmother's funeral is held the day after tomorrow, half of the matter will be settled." Guo Hui said.
Guo Jian was puzzled: "Dad, what do you mean by halfway through?"
"It's nothing, kid, don't worry about it, go to sleep!"
"oh!"
Guo Jian lay back down in bed.
The door slammed shut and the room returned to peace, but Guo Hui could no longer sleep.
He closed his eyes and lay in bed, suddenly remembering that he had clearly closed the door when he just came back, so why did his father say that he didn't close the door?
Guo Jian hesitated for a long time, then slowly turned around to face the door and opened his eyes a little.
The lights in the house were off, but a faint yellow light coming from the mourning hall outside could still illuminate the house.
The door of the room was closed tightly. Guo Jian breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes again.
Before he could feel at ease for a second, he suddenly felt a chill on his feet.
It was as if someone was holding his feet in their arms and warming them. It felt like when he was a child and always complained about his cold feet, his grandmother would hold his feet in her arms and warm them.
The feeling is the same, but the temperature is completely opposite.
Guo Jian quickly pulled his feet up, sat up in panic and turned on the light.
"Who... who's there?"
There was nothing at the end of the bed. Guo Jian quickly jumped off the bed and looked at the dark bottom of the bed. His breathing gradually became heavy.
He picked up the flashlight next to him and slowly squatted down. As the light shone inside, he saw nothing under the bed except a few pairs of shoes.
He lifted the quilt again, and the cold hot water bottle at the end of the bed came into view.
Guo Jian breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground, a cheerful smile on his face. It turned out to be a hot water bottle!
Guo Jian picked up the hot water bottle and threw it on the table beside him, then huddled back into bed.
After all this trouble, the warm quilt became cold and he had to cover himself with it again.
Slowly, Guo Jian felt his body temperature gradually rising, as if he had entered the hot summer season, and he was sweating profusely.
Guo Jian kicked the quilt to the ground in annoyance, and took off his cotton coat, leaving only his shorts.
It was a cold winter and there was no charcoal fire in the house, so Guo Jian just lay on the bed with his legs spread out.
After a while, he seemed to feel that it was not enough, so he opened the door and lay down in the snow.
In Guo Jian's opinion, it was the hottest time of the year. He was swimming happily in the river, feeling extremely comfortable.
Inside Guo Jian's house, an old lady watched this scene with extremely cold eyes.
The snow fell heavier and heavier, gradually burying most of Guo Jian's body. Although the temperature was more than ten degrees below zero, Guo Jian did not feel the cold at all.
Three hours later, at the crowing of the cock, Guo Yun in the mourning hall slowly woke up.
Watching the sky gradually brighten outside, she slowly moved the child off her back, shook her sore arms, stood up and prepared to go to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
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