"The life of the old Ye family?" I shook my head, what is not fatal, I don't believe this, my fourth grandfather is not dead at all, I believe that he is not dead. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Maybe this is what my fourth grandfather is doing, when I was in the hospital, my fourth grandfather also talked to me, although the big fat man said that he had not seen my fourth grandfather come, but I believe that my fourth grandfather just talked to me.

"Impossible, you know better than me about the fourth grandfather's ability, he won't die, I want to open the coffin!" I said loudly.

After saying this, I hurriedly ran over to open my fourth grandfather's coffin, and when I first touched the coffin, my father came over and slapped me in the face.

"Great rebellion, do you want your fourth grandfather to die without turning a blind eye?" the old man yelled.

The slap in my face knocked me to my senses.

I took a few steps back from my heart, and there was only desolation in my heart, Mo Yan was gone, and now even my fourth grandfather is gone.

Could it be that it is really fate, can I only accept my fate?

Daddy slapped me in the face, flicked my sleeve, and walked out of the room.

"The death of your fourth grandfather hit your father very hard, you can be considerate of him, don't blame him. My mom came over and reached out and gently patted me on the shoulder.

I shook my head at my mother, how could I be angry with my father as a son, but I really didn't expect my fourth grandfather to really leave like this. It was too sudden, and he left without saying a word.

After my mother said this, she glanced around and said cautiously: "When your fourth grandfather was dying, he asked you to keep a wake with him, so you can stay tonight." ”

I nodded and said yes.

Hearing my words, my mother walked out of the room.

I looked at the big black coffin, I would never believe that the person inside the coffin was the fourth grandfather, I wanted to open the coffin to take a look, but I still held back.

There is such a custom in our side to wake the spirits of the elderly, but generally the son keeps the spirit for the father, unless there are really no relatives in the family, the next generation will be allowed to replace the spirit.

I have been kneeling in front of the coffin of the fourth grandfather, and the guests in the house have left one after another, and soon there are only two people, me and the big fat man.

As early as an hour, the coffin of my fourth grandfather had been carried to the ancestral hall of the family.

This is also a kind of custom, the coffin of the dead must be placed in the ancestral hall, of course, some villages do not have this custom.

At about twelve o'clock, my mother came over and handed me a broom and asked me to sweep the street opposite the ancestral hall.

Helping the dead sweep the streets is also part of the custom, which means that the dead can walk cleanly, and at the same time, it is also said that when the dead go down to the underworld, they don't have to be bullied by the ghosts who stand in the way.

I took a broom and began to sweep on the street, the big fat man did not help me, this kind of thing can only be helped by relatives, if it is not for relatives to sweep, the person who helps the dead sweep the street is easy to lose his life.

The more I swept over, I was shocked, I felt a kind of black footprint on the ground, I kept sweeping with a broom, but it had no effect, the footprint was not stepped on by a person wearing shoes at all.

I hurriedly called the big fat man over and pointed to the footprints on the ground for the big fat man to see.

The big fat man looked down at the footprints, glanced at them lightly, and told me that these were just ordinary footprints, I didn't believe what the big fat man said, let the big fat man take a good look at it, and make sure that it was not an ordinary footprint.

The big fat man glanced at it casually, and was about to speak, but the thing seemed to have discovered something, squatted down and stared at the footprints with his eyes, and stretched out his hand to compare the footprints on the ground.

"How's it going, do you notice something is wrong?" I snapped.

"These are the footprints of a dead man. The big fat man said in a deep voice.

Listening to the words of the big fat man, my heart sank, and my eyes couldn't help but look into the coffin of my fourth grandfather behind me.

"If you look closely, isn't the dead man floating? I said in a deep voice.

"You don't understand this, some dead people are already dead, but his ghost has great resentment, maybe he is not reconciled, so he will become an evil ghost, some evil ghosts can control some things, if the evil ghost wears the shoes of a living person, he can step on this kind of footprint, and there is also a saying that the ghost of a dead person is attached to the body of a living person, and this situation can also step on such footprints. The big fat man said softly.

Listening to the big fat man's explanation, I hurriedly asked, this kind of footprint may be the first case.

The big fat man pondered for a moment, then stretched out his hand and raised two fingers at me.

I was silent for a moment, which means that the ghost possessed the body of the living, and then came to an ancestral hall.

When I thought of this, my eyes were glued to the coffin of my fourth grandfather, originally I thought that it would be my fourth grandfather possessed in someone else's body, but after thinking for a while, I immediately shook off this idea.

This won't work at all, if my fourth grandfather is really dead, then these footprints are from the outside to the ancestral hall, not from the ancestral hall to the outside.

This is the difference, it can't be that after my fourth grandfather died, he walked back to his coffin from outside.

I told the big fat man what I thought, and the big fat man looked in contemplation, his eyes fixed on the footprints, and after a while, he slowly raised his head.

"Does your fourth grandfather have any other relatives, except for you. The big fat man said softly.

I thought about it for a while, and I thought of a person, that is, the son of my fourth grandfather, my fourth uncle.

All kinds of signs once showed that my fourth uncle was dead, whether it was when he was seen dying on that strange mountain, or when he saw his dried corpse in 12 households.

Of course, I'm not sure if my fourth uncle is dead, and the possibility of death is still relatively high in my heart.

"Well, do you think who it is?" asked the big fat man at me.

"I only thought of one, and that was my fourth uncle. I whispered.

"Go to your house, find out if there are any shoes from your fourth uncle, see what size they are, and then compare the footprints on the ground with the shoes, and you will know everything by comparison. The big fat man said to me.

I immediately shook my head and said no, what are you kidding, my parents hate my fourth uncle so much that they grit their teeth, where would they put my fourth uncle's shoes at home.

"Then there is no way, but I guess in my heart it is also your fourth uncle, your fourth grandfather is dead, your fourth uncle will definitely come to take a look. The big fat man said softly.