Qiao's second mother-in-law was stunned when she saw me, and took out three sticks of incense and some paper money from the house, and I found that the three sticks of incense were black, and I didn't know what they were made of.

Qiao's second mother-in-law told me that this incense was requiem incense, which was given to him by an old man who walked the street a few years ago, and it was useless to keep it.

As the name suggests, the requiem incense is used when the soul is overdue, and lighting this incense, Qiao's second mother-in-law said that it can appease the resentment of the soul.

She asked me to take some incense paper to burn some paper for my grandmother, and talk to my grandmother, after all, she is a granddaughter, maybe there is room for relaxation.

My grandmother died, I couldn't hear anything, and it was getting dark, so I didn't want to go, so I said I'd wait until tomorrow.

But Qiao's second mother-in-law insisted that I go now, saying that my mother had just passed away, and I was afraid that something would happen to me next, and the things in the underworld could not escape seven, and if I wanted to live, I had to hurry.

The older generation in the countryside are more superstitious about the saying that there are only three living people and seven dead people, and after thinking about it, my mother has been buried for the fifth day.

I was pushed out of the courtyard by Qiao's second mother-in-law, and I had to go to my grandmother's grave several times after I came back, and I didn't want to go.

But it's not a turn around and walk back with the incense paper in his hand, after all, this is all the dead man's money given by Qiao's second mother-in-law, and it is a bit unlucky to take it to his own house.

I was in a dilemma, and I was afraid that I would go to the grave and meet the old lady Luo Guo again, but in the end I could only go to the cemetery.

In fact, Qiao's second mother-in-law is right, there is no room for relaxation in this matter, if I want to solve it, I have to face it.

Halfway through, I wanted to go to my mother's grave, but the place had to go down the ravine, and it was not early in the day, so I didn't go.

Along the way, I thought of my mother, and it was strangely uncomfortable.

It is said that the relationship between my in-laws and the family is the most difficult to reconcile, and my mother must have married from afar. Maybe my mother's family didn't agree when I married my father, but my mother insisted on agreeing, and even cut off the relationship with her own parents.

Otherwise, why did my mother never mention her mother's family?

Otherwise, why have I never seen my grandparents when I am so old!?

My mother must have suffered a lot since she got married, she didn't get anything, and our family didn't let my mother live a good life for a day, and she spent her whole life digging in the soil.

If that's the case, if the truth is that my grandmother really hurt my mother for the thing I worshipped, I will definitely hate my grandmother.

It is precisely because of this that I want to know the answer to all this.

I want to know the truth about my mother's death, I want to know what grandma's purpose is!?

I even wonder now if that paper beauty is not a coincidence, although it seems that none of this is related now, but in the end, it will all be connected?

I walked out of the village and walked towards the old grave circle, thinking like this as I walked, it was all dark, to be honest, this place was very cold, and there were a lot of old graves buried underneath.

It was enough to seep panic during the day, and under the white moonlight, there were shadows everywhere.

When I went to my grandmother's grave, the grass was cleared. I knew it had to be my dad.

The gravestone is a stone, I squatted in front of the grave and lowered my head to take out the paper money, I took out the yin and yang paper, the wind began to rise in the cemetery, and the yin and yang money in my hand was blown away.

I was so frightened that I picked up the paper money indiscriminately, and then squatted in front of the grave to burn it back quickly, but the lighter was useless, so I shook it vigorously.

Then he lit a little flame, and was leaning over the three black incense sticks to light them, just inserting them into the grave to prepare to burn the yin and yang paper.

Then a cold voice behind me spoke.

"Aren't you afraid?"

This voice is very abrupt, and this place is in the old cemetery, where did the people come from at night, I was scared and trembled, and I lay directly on the graveyard.

When I turned my head suddenly, I saw a face that was familiar in the moonlight, with thin lips lightly hooked, and a faint smile at me.