"Xiao Fei, you, what did you call just now?"

My mother looked at me worriedly.

"This kid is hysterical..."

"Oh, no wonder, I have had the best relationship with his grandfather since I was a child. My grandfather was gone for a moment, maybe it was too sad..."

"Xiao Fei, please wake up and don't scare us..."

...

The relatives started talking.

I was speechless for a while, and could only look at my parents and pretend to be normal, "Mom, I'm fine. I just shouted, just hope my grandpa will leave and say he's snoring."

"It's really okay?"

My mother's face was full of suspicion.

I nodded vigorously.

My mother stared at me carefully for a while, and when she saw that I seemed to be nothing, she let it go for the time being. When my grandfather passed away, there was a lot of things to be dealt with at home. The relatives cried for a while and they all started to get busy.

I don’t know what the customs are like elsewhere, but in our northeast, there is a saying that there is no seven or eight.

That is, on days like the seventh and eighth day of the lunar month, you cannot be buried, otherwise it will be unlucky to cause disaster for your family. If you happen to these two days, the funeral will generally be postponed.

It was the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, the Zhongyuan Festival, which is the so-called Ghost Festival.

My family doesn't care much about this day.

After discussing, the elders decided to hold the funeral in advance and change it to tomorrow, July 16th.

According to custom, my grandfather's back should be staying at home for three days for his relatives to kneel down and leave time for him to see his relatives. But it was summer at that time, and he had to avoid it for seven or eight days. I was afraid that the body would smell bad after being stopped for too long, so I had to go in advance.

The father and several uncles contacted the funeral home and arranged cremation and burial and other chores. The mother contacted the remaining women and held a seat for the death.

The funeral in my hometown is a top priority. All relatives and friends must notify you, and everyone will come to help. The more people there are, the more decent the funeral will appear. My father and the funeral home will discuss the time, and then they will go to the ancestral tomb with the old gentleman who came from the village to choose a dark site.

Everyone was busy, and for a while, I became idle.

This was just right for me, so I just took a secret opportunity to make a few gestures with my grandfather's ghost, and then slipped back to the back of the room.

After finding a corner where no one was around, I just stood still, my grandfather's ghost floated over silently and stopped in the shadows.

"Xiao Fei, can you actually see me?"

Grandpa was surprised and spoke directly.

I nodded, then knelt down, and kowtowed to my grandfather three times in a row.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry, I'm late."

I said with red eyes.

"Hey, you kid, you are still crying at such an old age. Haven't we met? Tell me quickly, how have you been doing in Yanjing for a while? Also, how can you see me? I remember you didn't have the ability before."

Grandpa said with a smile, not sad about his death at all.

"I'm very good at Yanjing. I found a job and made money..."

I told my grandfather everything about Yanjing's experience. Now he is a ghost, so I didn't hide it from it, and they all said it very clearly.

Grandpa was amazed and nodded, "It seems that Boss Qi is also a master, so it's right to follow him. Well, maybe there's a turnaround in that matter?"

Suddenly, grandpa looked at me and thought.

I'm a little confused.

I saw my grandfather remained silent for a moment, and seemed to have made up some determination and said, "Xiao Fei, according to what you said, you have learned Taoism now. Can you put me away? I want to take you to a place, but now during the day, I can't move."

This is simple. I touched it from my pocket after hearing this, took out the Mercedes-Benz key, and then used my mind to control my energy, and simply carved a talisman on it.

The so-called yang talisman is to isolate the yang energy so that the yang energy cannot enter.

This talisman is simple in carving, and its power depends entirely on the ability of the talisman makers. The book Qi Tianchuan gave me recorded that there was a master who cut off the yang energy within ten miles of the radius with just a piece of paper, which could be said to have created a miniature underworld in the world.

I have just entered the life-saving process now, so naturally I don’t have the ability of a master. I portray it out of thin air and it is even less powerful, but it is still more than enough to accommodate only one soul.

"It's OK."

I said.

Grandpa nodded and said, "Xiao Fei, go to the old house and ancestral hall."

After saying that, grandpa flashed into the key.

I was confused and didn't know what my grandfather was going to do, so I had to put away the key, looked around, and saw that no one was paying attention, so I turned around and walked towards the old house.

The old house was the first house where my grandfather lived. I had never lived there. But I heard from my parents that my grandfather first came to the northeast of Guandong. On the road, the tooth of my grandfather starved to death, leaving only my grandfather himself.

Surviving alone in this Northeast China, I lived a miserable life at first, and I often had to rely on the help of a kind neighbor to stutter.

Later, somehow, maybe my grandfather was willing to work hard, so he gradually settled down and opened up the land by himself. With the government allocated land, my grandfather was considered to have officially taken root in the Northeast. Not only did he build a house by himself, he also married a wife, that is, my grandmother.

After that, my grandfather worked hard and my grandmother was good at managing the family. The situation at home became better and better. My father, uncle, and sister-in-law were also born in total.

At this time, the old house could not be occupied, so my grandfather built a new house next to the village, and the old house became free.

When I was a child, I was naughty and always liked to play in old houses. I remember there was an ancestral hall there, which was locked all year round. Out of curiosity, I always tried to open the lock and drill in, but I didn't succeed every time. After my father found out, I was beaten and warned me not to do anything. That was my grandfather's thought.

I didn't understand at that time and didn't think much, so I went to less in the future.

But now I think about it, it seems that things are not that simple.

...

After passing through the country road, I soon came to the old house in my memory.

It is still the same as when I was a child, and there is no change. As soon as I enter the small courtyard, you can see the locked door on the right. The ground is very neat and there is no weed. It is obvious that someone has taken care of for a long time.

"Xiao Fei, press the key under the third brick in front of you, go and open the door of the ancestral hall."

Grandpa's voice rang in my mind.

I followed the words and found the key, and then turned around and walked towards the ancestral hall.

The mysterious hut of childhood was finally about to be unveiled at this moment, and I couldn't help but feel a little excited.

Unlock and enter the house.

Everything that caught my eye disappointed me a little.

This is a very small room, about three or four square meters long, and you can see around it at a glance. Perhaps because the windows were sealed, the light seemed very dark.

On the wall of the left hand, there is a small altar with an incense burner on it. Behind the incense burner is a tablet placed, but the name is covered with red cloth.

Apart from that, the whole room was nothing else, and it seemed a little empty.

"Is that the great-grand grandma's tablet?"

I asked casually, turned around and closed the door. In an instant, the light became dimmer and dimmed.

Grandpa's soul body floated out of the key and fell beside me.

He didn't reply, but looked at the tablets on the altar with a respectful look.

I remember my father said that my grandfather was too young at that time. My great-grandfather died of illness in his hometown. His grandmother starved to death on the way to Guandong. Only his grandfather himself was left. He stumbled all the way to this place, and even his grandmother's body was not buried, but only some personal belongings were brought.

It was not until he became an adult and settled down that his grandfather found a way to find someone to find a secret address, buried the clothes he had been keeping during his lifetime, and set up a tomb of clothes. At the same time, he circled a small piece of land around him as a ancestral tomb.

Afterwards, my grandfather built this ancestral hall and often came in alone, never allowing others to enter.

For a long time, everyone thought that my grandfather was mourning her grandmother and didn’t dare to disturb her. Over time, I got used to it.

At this moment, my grandfather's soul trembled and told me, "Xiao Fei, go and uncover the red cloth."

As I said, I stepped forward and took action, and the moment I opened the red cloth, I was stunned.

Enjoying the position of the god of the Hu family, Hu eldest sister.

"What are you doing?"

My face was full of surprise.

There is no name for the grandparent on the tablet, but there are only a few words.

He turned to look at his grandfather, but saw that he had kneeled down and whispered softly, "Sister Hu, Xiao Jiezi is here. Although you say that our fate is over, I still can't help but want to see you."

"By the way, my grandson has come here too. He is now practicing Taoism. What you said is the one you said to be the one who can help you..."

"call--"

With the voice of my grandfather, a gust of cold wind blew up.

My expression tightened and I was immediately alert.

The yin wind is different from the evil wind that is rolled up by ordinary ghosts. It has a sense of panic and majestic feeling, and there is a hint of agility.

I looked carefully and saw the cold wind slowly stopping, revealing a graceful girlish figure facing us.

"Sister, you are here."

Grandpa looked excited.
To be continued...