Planing people's ancestral graves, that is a big beam that never dies.

My dad is not ordinarily good-tempered.

I saw everyone smiling, and I basically didn't have a bad relationship with anyone.

How could anyone dig the graves of his ancestors?

Besides, in the tomb of the grandfather, except for the body, the burial is all worthless things.

With the strength to dig graves, what do you do to make more money than what you dig up?

My father wondered, and hurriedly ran to the cemetery to see what was going on.

As soon as I arrived at the cemetery, I saw that the new grave where the grandfather had just been buried had been dug up, and the body was gone.

The people who watched the excitement pointed and pointed, and they were all scolding the gravediggers for having a bad conscience and having a son without an asshole.

But my dad is an engineer and has a higher vision than the average person.

He stared left and right at the ancestral tomb, and the more he looked, the more strange he felt.

It always felt like something was wrong.

After watching it for a long time, he finally understood that something was wrong.

It turns out that the soil inside this tomb was not dug from the outside in......

It's pushed from the inside out......

Other words......

My grandfather crawled out of the grave and cheated the corpse!

After seeing it, my father's eyes were dark and he almost fainted.

After the panic passed, he ran under the tree alone, smoked several sacks of cigarettes, and finally gritted his teeth and pushed his bicycle away.

The Chinese pay the most attention to entering the soil for safety.

He, who is a grandson, said that he would find the body of his ancestor and bury it in the soil.

If you cheat the corpse, you usually won't run too far.

My father surrounded the cemetery, rode a broken bicycle, searched all over the mountains, and ran all day.

I never found my grandfather's body.

Seeing that it was getting late and I couldn't see anything around me clearly, my dad had to go home first.

But when I got home, my father was stunned......

The lights at home are actually on.

Moreover, two mud footprints stretched from an extremely remote path to the door of the house.

Look at the soil quality of the mud, and the soil quality in the cemetery, it is exactly the same......

The shoe prints are also the same as the flat cloth shoe prints worn by the grandfather when he was buried.

Is this the grandfather's trouble, has he come to the door?

My father suddenly panicked, carried a kitchen knife, and went from room to room and corner to find my grandfather.

But after looking for a long time, I didn't find the shadow of my grandfather.

Maybe you forgot to turn off the light in the room when you left?

The footprints outside the house may have been left by the brother who delivered the newspaper or milk?

My father comforted himself, put on the quilt, and fell asleep in a daze.

But that night, he suddenly sat in a dream.

I dreamed that he was climbing a mountain that was shaking and shaking.

Crawling and crawling, my dad suddenly felt that his shoulders were sinking to death.

When he turned his head, he saw that it was the master who was pressing on his shoulder.

My father asked my grandfather, "What's wrong with you?"

What are you doing on my shoulder? ”

The master didn't speak, just coughed vigorously.

Every time he coughed, his face became gloomy.

The weight on my dad was a little heavier.

My father is a man who values filial piety, although I don't know what the grandfather is doing.

But he can only carry the master to the death and not let go.

In the end, I couldn't stand it anymore, and I thought about sending my grandfather up the mountain and falling off the cliff by myself.

But the master was like a hemp rope, tying him to death.

My father couldn't help it, he lost his strength in his hand, and fell from the mountain with his grandfather.

The moment I fell off the cliff, my dad woke up from his sleep.

He got up and found himself sweating profusely.

The sheets were covered, all soaked with sweat.

The body, as if it had been beaten with a fist, hurts badly.

My dad was gasping for air, but luckily it was just a dream.

But on the way to the toilet, he looked in front of the mirror and was dumbfounded.

I saw that on my shoulder, inexplicably, there was an extra pair of mud handprints......

This is not an excuse that can be explained.

The handprints can only be left by my grandfather.

After he deceived the corpse, he found my father.

My father was so frightened that he searched inside and outside the house, and lifted all the floor tiles to look at them.

But after looking for a long time, I still didn't find the shadow of the master.

Did the master cheat the corpse, or did he become a ghost?

My dad had no choice but to sleep with one eye open and one eye closed.

But no matter how I sleep, I don't feel steady.

My father said that he was a filial son if he heard it, but if he said it was ugly, he was stupid and filial.

He knew he was on the floor with something unclean.

But this unclean thing is my grandfather, and he really can't bother to find a Taoist priest and arrest my grandfather.

Let my grandfather stay in the house.

Six or seven days passed like this, and my father kowtowed to the grandfather during the day and burned paper for the grandfather at night.

But it's still not a top deal.

For so many days, I basically haven't had a good night's sleep.

My father's dark circles are even more obvious than Luo Zhixiang.

In seven days, I lost more than 20 pounds.

The face is yellow and thin, skin and bones, and the whole person is on the verge of collapse.

What scared him even more was that in the house, somehow, came the stench of rotting corpses.

Even if you open the window every day to let in the wind, the smell is so big that it can make people faint.

My dad couldn't take it anymore.

When he went to bed that night, he dreamed that he was carrying my grandfather on his back to climb the mountain.

The moment he fell asleep, he knelt on the ground and said with his back to my grandfather:

"Grandpa, grandpa, I'm your grandson.

Our old Zhao family has a single lineage, and they are only sons from generation to generation.

I haven't asked my wife to have a baby yet.

Now if I want to go down with you, then our old Zhao family will be doomed.

Master, if you die, you will be lonely and have no one to accompany you.

Then you can pull your grandson down to accompany you now.

Master, you are dreaming and scary every day, what's going on?

I am your grandson, not your enemy.

How can anyone cheat his own grandson like this? ”

Now, the grandfather finally stopped coughing.

My dad felt his back, and it was wet, obviously his grandfather was in tears.

Then, I heard the grandfather say intermittently:

"Baby......

It's not that you don't want to go.

It's your grandfather who really can't leave.

You still have to remember your grandfather's will, and tomorrow night at three o'clock in the morning, you will go to your grandfather's grave and complete your grandfather's will.

If you forget......

Not only has he become a wandering ghost, but he will also harm you, a descendant, and suffer in vain with me.

When the time comes, even if you die, you won't be able to live in peace. ”

After the master said this, he disappeared without a trace.

My dad slept until 12 o'clock that night.

When I woke up, I found that the dark circles under my eyes were gone, and the smell of corpses at home had faded a lot.

The spirit is refreshed, and most of it has recovered.

My dad stretched and suddenly thought of what my grandfather had said to him last night.

The grandfather's will.

My dad slapped his forehead and thought about it.

This is something that the grandfather has been talking about before he died.

The wish of the emotional ancestor is not fulfilled, this is another deception and a dream.

My father hurried to my grandfather's house and found the black leather box he had with him.

When I opened it, I saw a black parchment book inside.

It looks very thick.

What's so magical about this book?

Can I let my grandfather cheat the corpse and pester his own grandson to beg for it?

My dad opened the book, looked at it, and frowned.

The inside of the book is densely packed, all of which are tadpole-sized ghost and foreign characters.

What my dad hates the most in his life is foreign literature, and it hurts when he looks at this thing.

A good Chinese, thousands of years of civilization can not be learned, what is the study of Laoshzi ghost foreign language?

But he was afraid that there would be some big secrets hidden in this book, such as the burial location of the gold and silver mountains.

It would be a pity if it burned with the grandfather.

So my dad found a friend who was an editor at a newspaper and asked him to do him a favor and make a copy of the book.

After the photocopying, my father put the original book back in his purse.

I opened the copy and spread out the Chinese-English dictionary to compare it with the translation.

At that time, there was no whiteness, and there was no search lake.

If you want to translate, you can only rely on dictionaries.

My dad had a headache when he saw English, and after translating a few sentences, he found that this book was chattering, and it was all about gods and demons, karma, good fortune, and bad retribution.

I guess it's about the same as the Bible.

It's something that the stick of God uses to fool people.

The old man is afraid that he will be fascinated by this thing, and he will be thinking about taking this book on the road.

My dad soon gave up on the idea of translating on his own.

He kept the copied books in the bookcase and kept them away.

At two o'clock in the morning the next night, my dad took the black. Leather book, carrying a bucket of gasoline, came to the cemetery.