Although the conversation between Zhou Wenhai and his son was very small, it was also heard clearly by Zhou Hao, but Zhou Hao didn't have any intention to pay attention to it.

went up the stairs, walked to the third floor, looked at Zhou Hongmao, who was sweeping the dust of the four urns with a brush in his hand, and sighed, from childhood to adulthood, no matter what happened, Zhou Hongmao looked like he had no joy or sorrow, just like Zhou Wenhai had pointed to his nose and blew his beard and glared just now, although Zhou Hongmao was on the side, he didn't see any other expression.

It's as if someone else is not talking about his son, but about a stranger.

walked to Zhou Hongmao's side, took the brush that his father said, and solemnly swept the dust off the four urns, Zhou Hongmao turned around and thought to the side, knelt down with the futon under the ashes, and kowtowed to the first urn.

After kowtowing four times, Zhou Hongmao stared at the urn with both eyes and said, "When I was seven or eight years old, your grandfather died. It's just that even after all these years, I still remember what your grandfather said. ”

Zhou Hao, who was about to wait for Zhou Hongmao to get up and knelt down, couldn't help but prick up his ears, after all, it was the first time he had heard his father mention his grandfather after so many years.

Looking at the name engraved in the middle of the white urn in front of him, Zhou Jinshui, Zhou Hao couldn't help but whisper: "What did grandpa say?"

"Those who fight for what should be argued, those who give up, and ignore them silently, are not indifferent, nor are they wise to protect themselves, but the time has not yet come. ”

In an instant, Zhou Hao seemed to hear a thunderbolt from the sky, and looked at Zhou Hongmao, who was still kneeling on the ground with his hands folded, with wide eyes, just like watching a devout Christian worship God, incredible, incomprehensible!

couldn't help but whisper: "This...... Did grandpa really say that?"

Regardless of whether Zhou Hao understood or not, Zhou Hongmao smiled again, got up and knelt on the second futon, and seeing this, Zhou Hao also knelt down.

When the father and son got up and went down the stairs and came to the edge of the offering table, Zhou Hongmao picked up the high incense in his hand and said, "You haven't put on incense for so many years, this time, it's up to you to make incense!"

Zhou Hao's eyes flickered as he looked at the father who suddenly became strange, took out four high incense sticks, lit them and plugged them in, silently recited the names of the four people including his great-grandmother in his heart, and then leaned down and knelt down.

Subconsciously, the spiritual power was slowly injected into his eyes, and when he got up, Zhou Hao's eyes scanned the entire lobby, and he was startled by the scene in front of him!

"It's ......"

In his eyes, the entire lobby was gray, not at all the kind of bright hall seen by the naked eye, the entire hall was like covered with a layer of ash, and dozens of translucent hazy figures were flying back and forth in the hall, seeing this scene, Zhou Hao couldn't help but get goosebumps.

If you weren't firm-minded, if you were an ordinary person, I am afraid that you would be scared to death on the spot!

And in the middle of the ceiling of the lobby is a gray whirlpool with white light, inside, there are ghosts with dull expressions, bound by the white light, only the incense is lit, and there is a cloud of smoke drifting away, and the ghosts in the whirlpool can break free from the white light and hover over their ashes.

And this did not make Zhou Hao frightened, what made Zhou Hao shocked was that because Gao Xiang was lit by Zhou Hao himself, in front of him, there were three old men suspended in the air, staring at him with dead eyes!

They are a man and two women, but the three of them at this time are not as sluggish as before, but look at Zhou Hao with a smile, raise their heads and look into the air, although they know that the three people in front of them are their blood relatives, and among them, they love their grandmothers and great-grandmothers, but for the first time they were stared at by the three souls, they still felt hairy in their hearts and were very uncomfortable.

Moreover, the ghosts on the side seemed to notice that Zhou Hao could see them, and they all surrounded Zhou Hao, just like a fish in a pond, swaying back and forth around Zhou Hao, seeing this scene, even if he was known for his courage since he was a child, he was used to seeing life and death over the years, but Zhou Hao still felt very awkward.

After all, these are not living people, but ...... Ghost!

"Ah Hao, what's wrong with you!" Zhou Hongmao on the side saw Zhou Hao tilting his head like a sculpture, as if he was looking at something, and couldn't help asking, "Did you see something?"

Zhou Hao nodded slightly, ignored the other clan relatives, and arched his hand towards the three figures in front of him and said, "I've seen grandpa, great-grandmother, grandmother!"

The three figures seemed to hear Zhou Hao's greeting, and the smile on their faces was even bigger, and they nodded slightly, but they didn't speak.

It's just that Zhou Hao's words made the other clansmen present who cleaned up the ashes all shut their mouths, and on the side, Zhou Qingshan, who was about to offer incense, shook his body, looked at Zhou Hao, who was in trouble, and hurriedly corrected with a chill in his heart: "Ah Hao, what are you doing! How can there be your grandfather and grandmother? Don't talk nonsense!"

Zhou Hao didn't pay attention to it, just stared at the three phantoms, and seeing that the three of them didn't reply, Zhou Hao knew that it was estimated that these souls could not communicate with people, and then asked, "Grandma, where is my mother?"

More than a dozen clansmen on the side had already gathered around, looking at Zhou Hao and pointing, someone even took Zhou Hongmao's hand and asked in a low voice: "Hongmao, rat can't this be insane, right?"

"yes, yes, what the hell is he doing?"

"Mo no, Mo isn't really a hell, right?"

"Shh

Everyone couldn't help but feel that the temperature in the lobby dropped instantly. Zhou Qingshan, who was on the side, hurriedly pulled Zhou Hao over and said, "What are your mothers, my mother, your mother died of dystocia when she gave birth to you, everyone in the village knows, mouse, what's wrong with you?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to probe Zhou Hao's forehead, and then couldn't help screaming, looking at Zhou Hongmao in a somewhat unhappy tone and saying, "Little brother, how did you become a father, Haohao's forehead is so hot!

What happened on the side, Zhou Hao heard it but turned a blind eye, and looked at the three people suspended in the air, but the three of you look at me, I look at you, it seems that it is not clear what Zhou Hao is talking about!

Immediately after, the light cluster in the middle of the ceiling suddenly lit up, and the three figures were forced to fly back with painful faces, and the next moment, they were engulfed by the light cluster and disappeared without a trace!

Looking at the white hazy light, Zhou Haoden shouted angrily: "Grandpa, grandma, grandmother!"

Seeing the three figures flying back, Zhou Hao immediately wanted to rush up the steps, but in an instant, he was stopped by Zhou Qingshan and several other elders!

But even so, with Zhou Hao's current strength, it is not something that a few people can suppress at all.

"Oh my God! Hao Hao's strength is so great! Quick, come and hold him, don't let him rush up, it is estimated that he has burned out his brain and hallucinated!"

"Why are you still stunned, hurry up, hug his legs, I wiped it, why is the mouse so strong, seven or eight adults can't hold it!"

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the lobby, and all the men who could help went up, but everyone hung on Zhou Hao like leaves, and they couldn't stop Zhou Hao at all.

Seeing that Zhou Hao's feet were about to step on an urn, Zhou Hongmao on the side suddenly shouted: "Enough!"

Airplanes!

His eyes were staring at the white light cluster in the air, and Zhou Hao's body, who was burning in anger and eager to tear the light cluster apart, was shocked, and his mind was clear. Turning around, he looked at Zhou Hongmao, who was still in a daze, and was speechless for a while.

"Dad!"

Zhou Hongmao's eyes drooped slightly, and he apologized to several brothers of the same clan who were flushed, and said: "That, Haohao said that he was a little unwell, I didn't pay attention, let everyone see the joke, I will take him back to see a doctor." ”

After speaking, he looked at Zhou Hao, who had returned to the audience, and said, "Go home." ”

packed up his things and pulled Zhou Hao out of the lobby on the third floor.

Thinking back to Zhou Hao's crazy bison just now, seven or eight men couldn't pull the posture, recalling Zhou Hao's troublesome thing just now, looking at the scene of talking in the lobby, more than ten people, you look at me, I look at you, I can't help but feel that I only come once a year, and the resting hall where the ashes of the ancestors are put seems to be colder.

"Aoyama, that mouse, is it really a fever?"

Zhou Qingshan, who had just finished serving high incense, was surrounded by several people, and Zhou Qingshan said with a worried face: "It will never be wrong, that hot one is like a shovel in the nest! ”

"It's so hot? Didn't your brain get burned early? Did you make a mistake?"

"There's absolutely nothing wrong with it, it's just that I wonder, where did this kid get so much strength, and seven or eight of us couldn't restrain him? It's weird!"

"I think you're old, if you want to be me, you can press that kid to the ground with one hand!"

Although he didn't know what was going on, along the way, Zhou Hongmao didn't ask Zhou Hao what was going on, but Zhou Hao said: "Dad, there are ghosts in this world, do you believe it?"

Zhou Hongmao smiled and didn't reply, but said, "You must be tired, go home and have a good rest." ”

Zhou Hao had long been accustomed to the reaction of the father in front of him, shrugged his shoulders, and did not speak.

didn't know that at this time, there were two middle-aged men guarding the door at the door, which seemed very abrupt.

I don't know when the two people came, they didn't speak, the middle-aged man, wearing a gray linen robe, with a bun on the top of his head, dressed as an ancient, holding a gourd in his hand, from time to time from the gourd to his mouth to send wine, leaning on a mango tree in front of Zhou Hao's house.

Another middle-aged man, with a Chinese face, with an inch head, a long cloth bag on his back, stood at the door of Zhou Hao's house with his hands on his chest, his eyes closed, motionless.

At this moment, I don't know how many people's eyes have been attracted, and they are pointing and looking at the two of them.

"Damn, it's so fashionable, is this Zhou Hao's friend?"

"A friend, a ghost, a friend's words will be at the door of people's homes on Qingming Day?"

"That is, how old is Zhou Hao, how can he have friends of this age? But these two people, what do they want to do when they stand at the door of someone's house? Are they here to collect debts?"

"Debt collection, debt collection, is there such a leisurely process?"

Everyone walked past the two of them with a word, but no one dared to come forward to ask, because of the last time a few gangsters happened, everyone had the mentality that more things were better than less things for Zhou Hao. Who's going to be full enough to say hello to these two?

Besides, the man who stood still with his hands on his chest was not a knife judging from the appearance of the cloth strips?

This Qingming Festival, standing at the door of people's homes with a long knife on his back, what does this mean?