My pupils contracted sharply as I tried to see clearly what was on the top of the hill, but the crimson stain had already disappeared.
I took a deep look in the direction of Shantang'ao, then turned around and walked towards home.
Although I don't know what that thing is, I'm sure it must be incredibly powerful, more powerful than any other dirty thing I've ever seen.
Moreover, it seems that if I ignore him, he can't do anything to me. The Fang Lei of the past, or the red-clothed female ghost and the corpse ghost, although they were terrifying, they didn't give me this strong sense of oppression.
And what were those two tremors?
If I'm not mistaken, the vibration came from my grandfather's grave.
Is this a backup plan left by Grandpa, or has Grandpa turned into a zombie?
For some reason, the thought that my grandfather might have turned into a zombie gave me a strange feeling. If my grandfather's corpse suddenly appeared in front of me, would I be afraid or not?
I tried to think in that direction for a moment. If I followed my heart, I wasn't afraid at all, because Grandpa was the person who loved me the most. Even if he turned into a zombie, he would never hurt me. That was my unwavering trust in Grandpa.
When I got home, the lights were already off; I guessed that my great-uncle was already asleep.
I gently opened the door, went inside, and placed the wooden box in the desk drawer. Although I really wanted to see what was inside, it wasn't the right time yet, as I still had things to do with my parents.
I checked the time; it was already past nine o'clock at night. If I set off now, I would probably arrive at the cemetery around ten o'clock.
Time was of the essence, and I didn't have time to rest. I put on my headlamp, grabbed my tools, and started heading towards my parents' graves.
When I came into the courtyard, I heard a cough coming from my fifth grandfather's room.
After tiptoeing out of the yard, I quickened my pace and hurried in one direction.
When I arrived at my place, Foziling, it was already past 10 p.m. Looking at the intricate little mounds by the roadside, some still had descendants and had been tidied up during the Qingming and Double Ninth Festivals, still resembling graves. Others, without descendants, had become lonely graves, neglected and overgrown with weeds, riddled with rat holes. Some were even more appalling, with no mounds left and even sunken in.
I arrived at my parents' graves, put the hoe aside, and glanced at the two tombstones that were tightly intertwined. For some reason, I suddenly felt a tightness in my chest. They gave me life, but I never got to call them "Mom" or "Dad" in person. Now I have to come here with a hoe to dig up their graves. At this moment, I really don't know whether I should listen to my grandfather.
I've thought about just accepting my fate, letting things take their course, and that dying would be the end of everything, which wouldn't be so bad.
But when I think of my grandfather's cold body lying at the gate of the courtyard that day, I feel a little unwilling.
After hesitating for a long time, I decided to do as my grandfather said. My parents wouldn't blame me; they also hope that I can live a good life.
I grabbed a handful of incense sticks, lit them, and placed three sticks on each of my parents' graves, as well as one stick on each of the other unnamed graves around them. I then set up a Bagua incense array in front of my parents' graves.
Grandpa also mentioned the Bagua Incense Array on the USB drive. Just fill the space with incense sticks according to the Bagua diagram. It's not very complicated.
After lighting the incense, I went to my parents' graves, bit my finger, and dripped a drop of blood onto each of their tombstones.
"Mom and Dad, I am truly an unfilial son, disturbing you again." After saying this, I knelt down and kowtowed heavily to the ground. After three kneelings and nine prostrations, I slowly stood up.
"Mom and Dad, please forgive your unfilial son. I still have things to do. I want to live and find out the cause of Grandpa's death."
After saying that, I picked up the hoe from the ground, gritted my teeth, and started digging.
"Young man...do you have a fire?"
"Could I borrow a light?"
Just then, I heard a hoarse old man's voice behind me.
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