The woman said in surprise: "Of course it's to give her grandma a sheet, you don't even know this? It seems that you don't know He Wen very well." "I saw a woman in her grocery cart with cooked food, bread and sausages.

If you're hungry, buy some and sit down to eat and talk. The woman said that He Wen was terminally ill not long ago. Her grandmother went into the clay pot grave and used her yang shou He Wen to continue her life.

No one will listen to it, and no one will know if it will work. He Wen and her grandfather deliver food every day. My head buzzed, and it felt dark in front of me.

Suddenly surrounded by the emotion of being loveless. The woman looked at me strangely and said, "Young man, if you want to deal with He Wen, I think you should forget it, no one in the village has ever been to He Wen's house." ”

"Why didn't anyone go?" I asked, confused.

"No one dares to go to her house, and as for why, don't ask. The woman replied secretly. I got up and walked to the clay pot grave at the bottom of the urn.

It took more than an hour to walk to the place. According to what the woman said, I found the clay pot grave, but I didn't see He Wen.

The clay pot was really like a clay pot, and the mouth of the pot had been sealed with more than half a brick. There was an old lady in it, wearing a black shroud.

Thin as wood, a pair of eyes sunken in their sockets, and a cloudy gaze. The same dead man's eyes as Grandpa Wen.

Originally, it was great for Grandma Wen to do this. But she gave me the impression of nothing but horror, really like the living dead.

Like Grandpa Wen, he was expressionless and ignored me. Seeing Grandma Wen look at me, she lay down again.

I can't say hello rashly. Let's go to He Wen first and explain to her. But I'm also a little strange, I have met He Wen.

Why hasn't the sun wheel rushed away? There are two ways to go to the clay pot grave, and He Wen and I are not the same way.

So it's wrong. I turned around and went to He Wen's house to look for her. When I got to her house, I thought of her grandfather, and I wanted to wait outside for her to come out.

waited until it was dark at night, and He Wen didn't come out. I sneaked up to the courtyard wall of her house and looked inside.

I only saw her grandfather Wen, but I didn't see He Wen. Strange, didn't He Wen come back? Even if I waited for one night, I would have to wait for her.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, Grandpa Wen suddenly walked out of the door and walked in the direction of the bottom of the urn. Looking at the bag he was carrying in his hand, could it be that he was sending supper to Grandma Wen?

Originally, after Grandpa Wen went out, he turned off the lights in the house. I was just about to sit down and rest, when suddenly the lights in the room came on again.

Could it be that He Wen is at home? I hurriedly climbed up the wall to look, and sure enough, there was a girl. Before I could see clearly, the lights were turned off again.

In order to see He Wen and explain to her, I jumped into the yard on impulse. He Wen's family is very poor, and the yard is very dilapidated.

But maybe her parents lived together when they were alive. So there are a lot of houses, all old-fashioned bungalows.

The door of the house was facing the hall, and there were two rooms on the east and west. Grandpa Wen has been in the East House, and it was the West House that was lit up just now.

I went under the window of the Westinghouse and looked inside. There is a kang in the house, and several pieces of furniture are very shabby. The room was very dim, and I could vaguely see a girl lying on the kang.

It should be He Wen, because He Wen has no other relatives except for her grandfather and grandmother. I took a deep breath, knocked on the window lightly and said, "Xiaowen, I'm Fan Beichen, can you come out for a while, listen to me explain to you......" In fact, I haven't thought about how to explain.

If I tell the truth, I'm afraid that Xiaowen will think I'm mentally ill. If you don't tell the truth, you can't really make up a reasonable explanation.

I just hope Xiaowen can believe me, unlike Zhuo Ziyan, no matter how I knock on the window, Xiaowen doesn't react at all.

People in love are impulsive, and so am I. Poor families in rural areas do not intervene in the door when they sleep, and directly push the door into the house.

As soon as I opened the door, I smelled a pungent smell of fragrant ash. It seems that this house should burn incense and paper for many years, so it will have such a big smell.

Strangely, there were no offerings in the house. I can't tell who this incense is for, and who the paper is for.

It's eerie in this room, and it doesn't seem to be alive. Maybe it's because Grandpa Wen and Xiaowen have been out for a long time.

When I didn't see Xiaowen, I really wanted to see her. At this time, I was a little scared to see her, afraid that she would not believe me and not forgive me.

Pushing open the door of the West House, the girl lying on the kang was still motionless. But I felt like she wasn't asleep, and knew I was in.

Stand still for a moment, or open the skylight to say something. I wanted to turn on the light and talk to her. At least when I see the other person, she can know how much I miss her and won't lie to her.

As soon as I flicked the switch, the light bulb flickered and burned out. It's really unlucky, I don't know what to do for a while.

Standing still for a moment, I wanted to tell her how much I missed her. Then slowly explain it to her. As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, there was the sound of footsteps outside.

Oh no, Grandpa Wen is back. Originally, I heard that I was outside the hospital, and I thought about running away. But Grandpa Wen was very magical and went to the door of the room.

I can only go back to Westinghouse. I thought that Grandpa Wen would go to the East House, but I didn't expect him to walk towards the West House. There wasn't even a closet in the house to hide in.

In a hurry, I had to hide behind the curtains. After Grandpa Wen entered the house, he clicked and turned on the light. I'll go, it burned just now, why is it bright again?

What made my spine chill even more was that I saw Xiaowen lying on the kang just now. After the lights are on, the kang head is empty, there is nothing!

It can't be that I'm wrong, I even heard Xiaowen's breathing just now. Grandpa Wen seemed to sense something, suddenly stopped, and looked around.

I quickly held my breath. Grandpa Wen didn't seem to see anything abnormal, and put the mirror buckle on the old-fashioned dresser upside down.

As if afraid of the mirror shining on him. Then the dresser was removed to reveal a niche behind it. What is enshrined inside is a photo of Xiaowen!

Could it be that Xiaowen is dead?! A huge grief struck, and I couldn't help but want to cry. But my intuition felt that Xiaowen was not dead and would not die.

The main thing is that I can't accept the fact that she's dead. Even if Xiaowen I met was a spirit, it wouldn't change my love for her in the slightest.

The next scene suddenly plunged me into boundless fear. Grandpa Wen began to burn incense and paper. The light of the fire shone on him, and the shadows reflected on the wall scared me and gasped!

The shadow of Grandpa Wen on the wall turned out to be the shadow of a woman. I thought that when I looked at the dazzling eyes, rubbed my eyes and looked at them again, it was still the shadow of a woman.

Could it be the figure of the woman I saw just now? Could it be that there is a spirit in this room? No, that's the shadow of Grandpa Wen.

As soon as Grandpa Wen moved, the woman's shadow followed. What's even weirder is that the shadow is red, not black.

Even if it was reflected in the firelight, it should be black. It can't be red, and it's still as red as blood.

It's incredible. After Grandpa Wen finished burning the paper, he opened the urn enshrined in the alcove.

Dig out something from it and put it in your mouth. Because he had his back to me, blocking my view.

Can't see what's there. At first, I thought he was eating ashes, but then something even weirder happened.

As he put the contents of the urn in his mouth, the woman's shadow began to blur more and more.

It's like a woman's shadow, slowly sucked away by what is in his mouth. Gradually, Grandpa Wen's shadow was slowly revealed.

When the woman's shadow was completely absorbed, and Grandpa Wen's shadow was fully revealed. Grandpa Wen took the thing out of his mouth and carefully put it back in the urn.

Move the old-fashioned dresser back again. And I saw the shadow of Grandpa Wen on the wall at this time. Completely normal, the shadow is black, his own.

I wondered, what was inside the urn? In confusion, I heard a slight noise outside.

I turned my head and saw that I was almost stunned, and there was a miserable white face on the glass, looking at me directly!

In the next second, the face was gone. Because the face was pressed against the glass, the contours of the facial features were completely deformed.

It's a blur, so I don't see who it is. This sound also attracted the attention of Grandpa Wen.

He jerked back as he pulled a sharp knife from his waist. A pair of dead eyes stared at me behind the curtains.

A cool breeze was blowing on my back, and my legs were a little weak. I'm afraid he'll throw the knife at me!

Grandpa Wen held the sharp knife and walked towards me step by step. Lewen