I turned the small box in my hand over and over to examine it, and even shook it to weigh it in my hand.
I guess it contains a treasure left to me by my grandfather to protect my safety.
I took a deep breath, removed the brass ring, and opened my eyes wide, my hands trembling slightly.
I slowly lifted the lid, my eyes following the opening. When I fully opened the box, what was inside made me pause in surprise.
I originally thought that my grandfather would leave me some kind of magic treasure or a miraculous medicine, but I didn't expect that there was only a candle in this wooden box.
That's right, it's a candle, and there's less than half left, and it's already burned.
This is a very ordinary-looking candle. The only difference between it and other candles is that it is neither red nor white, but a strange green.
Disappointed, I picked up the candle and examined it closely, even taking a sniff. It smelled rather foul, and seemed to have a corrosive odor.
I don't know what Grandpa meant by this candle; there was nothing else in the little box except for this half-candle.
I put the candles back in the box and left the room, tiptoeing towards the hall.
I've received the items, but I have no idea what they're for. Grandpa said he left something for me in the incense burner, which should contain instructions on how to use them.
I pushed open the main hall door, turned on the lights, and quietly went inside.
For some reason, every time I walk into the hall, I have a special feeling. It's a feeling that I can't explain or describe, like I'm being watched by something, or maybe I'm just being paranoid.
I came to the altar and looked at the incense burner on it. It was full of incense ash, and there were still many incense sticks without their stems.
I hesitated for a moment. To get the contents out of the incense burner, I would have to pour out all the incense ash and incense sticks.
But doing so would be disrespectful to our ancestors.
However, considering that I had already dug up the graves of three of my closest relatives, I stopped worrying too much.
After paying my respects to the ancestral master, I carefully lifted the incense burner off the ground, found a winnowing basket, and placed the incense burner upside down on it.
I put the incense burner aside, then reached out and carefully shoveled away the incense ash, my eyes fixed on it. Perhaps because I was too nervous, my heart was gradually racing.
Actually, you can't blame me. I was forced by circumstances. The things in this incense burner were related to my life and fortune, so it's no wonder I was nervous.
Although Grandpa's backup plan couldn't guarantee my safety, it was better than nothing, and I had complete trust in him.
With a nervous heart, I carefully pushed the bananas aside and began to slowly search for the things my grandfather had left me.
But as I searched, I realized something was wrong. I had almost cleaned up the incense sticks, but I couldn't find anything my grandfather had left me.
When I finished cleaning up all the incense sticks, my heart sank to the bottom. There was nothing hidden in the incense burner. I rummaged through the incense ash a few more times, but still found nothing.
Unwilling to give up, I searched through all the incense burners again, and as expected, there was nothing left to me by my grandfather inside.
Did Grandpa lie to me?
No, Grandpa would never lie to me.
Did someone come in and take the things?
But that's impossible. In all these years, only I have come to offer incense and prayers in this hall. Even my fifth grandfather has never come in. Moreover, there is no sign that the incense burner has been disturbed.
But where did it go?
They had thought there was still a glimmer of hope, but now they felt like they had been struck by lightning.
I couldn't find the contents of the incense burner. My grandfather told me to dig up two items, but I had no idea how to use them.
I was extremely disappointed and plopped down on the ground. After working so hard for so long, I never expected that I would still fail at the last hurdle.
I felt terrible. I took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and my face was full of resentment.
After I finished smoking a cigarette, I wanted to put the incense ash back into the incense burner. When I picked up the incense burner, I saw a small bulge inside.
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