Grandma Sha was standing by the window, pushing her arm.

Chen Shi was in a daze, the quilt was cold and wet with his tears.

Is it a dream?

Chen Shi suddenly felt relaxed. Fortunately, it was just a dream.

He is too worried about grandpa these days.

The appearance of Xuanshan in black always gave him a bad feeling.

"Mother-in-law, what's the matter?"

Chen Shi asked.

Granny Sha hesitated for a moment and said: "Xiao Shi, you have to calm down. Your grandfather is gone. He just left. Don't cry, kid. It's okay. It's okay, kid. It's okay...Child, come here. Send a message to your grandpa. It’s too dark in the underworld. Grab this lamp and light the way for your grandpa... My child, light it, light the road, so that he can walk more smoothly."

Chen Shi was holding a ram's horn heavenly lantern. The light was dim and penetrated the sun, illuminating the underworld.

Granny Sha was playing the King Wen drum, and the sound of the drum was rustling, accompanied by a thumping sound.

A vicissitudes of song sounded from her mouth and was passed to the underworld.

"Photo after photo, photo after photo, it illuminates the underworld. Souls of old and dead, walk slowly. Your loved ones will light the lamp to illuminate the road ahead. Be careful not to bite your legs or fall down."

Chen Shi illuminated the darkness, and the light dispersed the fog, frightening away the monsters hidden in the fog.

The old man walking in the mist seemed to have seen the light and turned back to look at him with a smile.

"Take a photo and feed me a photo, lighting up the Wangchuan River. The souls of the old and dead must beware. The Meng Po soup on the Naihe Bridge will make you forget your family ties after drinking it."

Chen Shi held the light and watched the old man walking away under the light.

"Take a photo and take a photo again, lighting up the Wangxiangtai. The dead souls who have died of old age should look back. The Wangxiangtai looks at their hometown. Children and grandchildren love each other and never forget each other."

"Cut open the earth to punish the hell; cut open the hell to redeem the true soul."

"Gold buys a thousand-year life, and fine silk redeems a ten-thousand-year soul."

"One soul returns, two souls return."

"Three souls and seven souls will return together."

"Yin Du returned home in the same year. He came back to Chengxiang to see his children and grandchildren."

The ram's horn heavenly lantern continued to shine forward, shining farther and farther, and the old man walked further and further, gradually entering the depths of the netherworld.

"Go slower, walk slower, Grandpa, walk slower. The light can't catch up with you."

He held the lamp and shined it for a long time, until the old man could no longer be seen.

He didn't know when it would dawn, nor when Prince Xiao, Grandma Sunsha, and the others had packed up the mourning hall.

He was confused and confused, as if he had lost his soul, and he held on tightly to the ram's horn celestial lantern and would not let go.

They dressed him in burlap and white clothes and a white hat, and arranged for him to stand vigil in front of the coffin all night.

Granny Sha and Li Tianqing persuaded him to eat, but he didn't want to eat at all.

The black pot came to lie down next to him. After a long time, he hugged the black pot and cried out.

"Just cry and it'll be fine. Just cry and it'll be fine!"

Granny Sha breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "It will be fine if you cry."

Chen Shi holds the dog in his arms.

Black pot, from now on it will be just you and me, dependent on each other.

In the past few days, many people have come to express their condolences to Grandpa. Most of them were fellow villagers from all over the country, as well as Grandpa's friends and strangers whom Chen Shi didn't know.

At night, Chen Shi stood up unsteadily. He had not eaten well and slept well in the past few days, which made him extremely weak.

He staggered to his grandfather's room and found the Thousand Miles Telephone Symbol drawn by his grandfather from the drawer.

The talisman burned in the air, and the flames were faint and mysterious.

After a moment, a middle-aged man's voice came from the flames: "Dad, I told you, I won't go back this year. I'm very busy, really busy..."

Chen Shi moved the corner of his mouth, mustered up his courage, and finally interrupted the man opposite him from complaining, "Are you my father, Chen Tang? I am Chen Shi, and my grandfather is gone!"
Chapter completed!