Chapter Twenty-Three: Recovering the Name

The cement cemeteries, the tombstones erected one by one, neat and orderly, the yellow round and perforated money can be seen everywhere, the breeze blows, mixed with a little burned ashes fluttering in the wind, and you can always smell a dead silence.

Desolate, silent, and depressing.

Sun Yeqi, born in 19 years and died in 19 years, the black marble is clean and tidy, the tombstone is erected, the text on it is very simple, there is no honorific title, and there is no name for the descendants of the deceased.

After placing all kinds of sacrifices, the rooster with its feet and paws tied was thrown aside, carrying the cloud bed, holding the urn, several people came to the stove where the sacrifices were burned for the ancestors, Boss Ma wiped the sweat beads on his head, and said expectantly: "Master Su, look at the cloud bed·······"

"Burn it!"

With Su Ren's consent, Boss Ma waved his hand and asked several bodyguards to go down the mountain and wait, and he and Zhang Yi picked up the iron bucket they brought, and splashed the pungent smell of fuel on the cloud bed.

"Click!"

As the sound of the electric lighter sounded, the fire suddenly burst into flames, and the thick heat wave made the two unconsciously take a few steps back.

Su Ren fiddled with the urn on the side, writing the three words "Sun Yeqi" with a black marker.

"Haha... Burn, burn, the faster you burn, the faster you die... Haha··· Boy, Taoist, and that hateful black cat, I'll let you ······· This is. ”

The voice was harsh and unreal, as if it were coming from afar.

In the orange flames, a figure slowly condensed, beige, the work clothes of state-owned enterprises in the early days of the founding of the country, the vague face, waving his arms in a crazy manner, and he immediately let out a sharp roar when he saw a few people, but when he looked at the surrounding environment, he was stunned on the spot.

Boss Ma staggered back, carefully hiding behind Su Ren, Zhang Yi was furious when he saw the ghost shadow, and raised his iron fist and was about to rush forward, but the "crackling" flames in the burning blocked his way.

"Yo, what's the environment like here?" Su Ren picked up the urn, threw the marker aside, looked at the ghost in the fire and chuckled: "The sky is blue, quiet, there is no disturbance in the city, the sun is abundant, you can still look at it from a high place if you have nothing to do, and you can taste the feelings that everyone is drunk and I am sober." ”

"Hey······ Want to bury me here? The ghost let out a series of screams, opened his arms and said sharply: "I forgot my name, small tomb, you can't trap me, wait for me to turn my resentment into a ghost, so that you will never be with me for a lifetime." ”

"No name." Su Ren pursed his lips, his face showed a hint of mockery, paranoia, mania, and revenge, all the ghosts in the world were like birds, and he was not in the mood to talk to him, he raised the urn with both hands, and shouted softly: "Sun Yeqi, don't return to the position quickly." ”

"Sun Yeqi? My ······? ”

Hearing this name, the ghost shadow of the cloud bed was slightly stunned, and the illusory figure rippled like a calm lake, and murmured: "Sun Yeqi······ My name is Sun Yeqi······ Nope······ No, I'm not Sun Yeqi······ I'm ······ I'm Sun Yeqi, yes, I'm Sun Yeqi, I think about it, I think of it all, Dabao, Erya, you wait······· Daddy will definitely save you······ Will definitely go! ”

The voice of the ghost of the cloud bed went from low to high, and finally changed to a shout, and as he regained his memory, his originally blurred face became more and more real.

White eyebrows, baldness, old face, triangular eyes, cheeks and forehead bones are more prominent, thin lips, bright eyes, about sixty years old, the back is bent as if a little hunchback, a half-palm-long scar on the neck, the shape is very similar to a centipede, standing in the flames, giving people a very fierce feeling.

Boss Ma swallowed his saliva, stared at the ghost, and asked, "Master Su, what is he ······?"

"Get your name back, get back to your true nature, and your memories are starting to come back."

Su Ren took a long breath, the ghost shadow of the cloud bed changed significantly, and his face was clear, so naturally he didn't find the wrong name, and it was really thanks to the Sun family tree, otherwise it would be really troublesome.

"Leave me alone!" Cloud Bed Ghost said.

Su Ren was stunned and said, "What? ”

"Please let me go." The ghost shadow stepped forward, his old face was full of evil, and he clenched his fists and said in a condensed voice: "I will not be looking for trouble with you, I will not be an enemy of you, please let me go and let me save my child." ”

Su Ren held the urn, his eyes were pitying, he stood in place and did not speak, he had been dead for more than half a century, and it was too late to have regrets.

Seeing this, the ghost stared at the triangular eyes and shouted softly, "You don't trust me." ”

"I believe it!" Su Ren replied softly: "The ghost is not false, there is no lie, but you have been dead for more than sixty years, who else can you save?" ”

The words "who else can be saved" were like a sharp arrow straight into his chest, shattering a trace of pitiful illusions of the ghost of the cloud bed on the spot, causing him to sit paralyzed in the flames, hugging his head and crying, but not a single tear could be shed.

"Woooooooooo······oo What kind of iniquity have I made, what kind of iniquity have I made······ Lao Tzu did not die on the battlefield of anti-plaster, did not die in the battle of 100 regiments against the party/country, did not die in the barren mountains laying railways, but was beaten to death by his own people in the criticism/fight. ”

The ghost of the cloud bed suddenly raised his head, his eyes showed a fierce light, and said viciously: "Do you know! Until the end, Lao Tzu didn't even know why he was criticized/fighting, and he couldn't keep his body when he died, and on the day when his children set up a tent to worship, he was robbed and cremated, and his ashes were thrown into a filthy stinky ditch.

The children are filial, but they want to make a grave to worship their biological father, and they are put in the cowshed by the group of damned things, and they are frozen to death on the fourth night, their fingers and toes are frozen like turnips, and their appearance is rotten, and Lao Tzu's ghost body is beside the children, but they can only watch them tortured, and there is nothing they can do! ”

The misery of the ghost shadow of the cloud bed made several people seem to be immersed in the scene, and they couldn't help but shudder, their expressions were sad, and a trace of sympathy rose in their hearts.

The white-haired person sends the black-haired person, the great compassion of the world is nothing more than this, no wonder this ghost does not do nothing, it turns out that he is obsessed with trouble, thinking that he killed his children, guilt, self-blame, grief and indignation and other feelings are integrated into the soul, and he does not want to leave in the ground, shrinking in the cloud bed and repenting all day, even if Boss Ma is lying on the cloud bed and snoring, he has never thought of going to a dream, looking for his name and his own information.

The fire came and went as fast as it came, and the flames faded away, leaving behind a thin layer of ash, only the thick legs of the bed were still burning in the scorch.

"I want revenge!" The ghost of the cloud bed said very calmly and resolutely, and when he got up, his back was a little bent, and he said in a condensed voice: "Let me go, give me a chance to take revenge." ”

Holding the urn, Su Ren shook his head slightly and said, "People die and grievances are gone, please forgive me······ Powerless. ”

"If you bury me here, what benefit can the Taoist get!" The ghost shadow of the cloud bed gritted his teeth and said: "The Taoist raised his noble hand and let me go, anyway, I turned into a powerful ghost with no sustenance, and after forty-nine days, it will disappear and leave no world." ”