Now, the only way to do this is to open my grandfather's coffin and see what is in the coffin, and I look at the two sides of the coffin where Mr. Liang and my father are standing.

Mr. Liang first loosened the seven nails of the coffin with his hands, and then looked at my father.

I saw my dad and Mr. Liang's hands on the coffin board at the same time, and after looking at each other, my dad and Mr. Liang exerted force at the same time.

With a 'clang', the lid of the coffin was lifted to the side in an instant, and when they saw the empty coffin, Mr. Liang and my father's brows suddenly furrowed.

Empty? That is, there is no fake in the corpse of my grandfather on my back? So the question now is, how did Grandpa get out of this coffin?

Could it be that grandpa went straight through the coffin and the grave and came out of it? This is outrageous, I don't think anyone will believe it.

However, the main thing now is that I don't know how to explain this scene in front of me.

At this moment, my father got up from under the coffin pit, and Mr. Liang was still frowning, constantly looking inside the coffin.

knocked on the bottom of the coffin, solid, no problem, at this time, Mr. Liang also got up, and my father also asked Mr. Liang at this moment.

"Uncle Liang, do you think someone is doing ghosts?"

My dad's voice fell, and my heart sank, someone is doing ghosts? The meaning of my dad's picture is easy to understand, that is, grandpa's grave was dug up by someone else?

It is understandable that the body of the grandfather was taken out, and then the coffin was covered and the grave was filled.

But how can I explain why my grandfather suddenly appeared in my room and was still clutching my wrist with his hand?

After my dad finished speaking, I saw that Mr. Liang also frowned, obviously in deep thought, and after a moment, Mr. Liang shook his head.

"It doesn't make much sense, and I can't rule out this statement, if that's the case, then I'm afraid this matter will be in big trouble."

Mr. Liang's deep voice came out, with a heavy tone in his voice.

After speaking, Mr. Liang hurriedly looked at me, and then said: "Okay, let the corpse into the coffin first, this is not a way, cinnabar has sealed the six senses, and it should not continue to gather yin and evil now." ”

My dad nodded, and at this time, my dad and Mr. Liang put down my grandfather behind me and carried the room into the coffin together.

Suddenly, my dad pulled my grandfather's cuffs and said why was there a piece of cloth missing from that place? I also noticed that the cuffs of my grandfather's shroud were indeed missing.

Mr. Liang's eyes froze slightly, and then he said, "Maybe one or two babies were hung by something when they ran on their backs before, right?" ”

Indeed, on the way to this ancestral tomb mountain, there are many branches, and it is inevitable that they will be hung up, and I may have run too fast before, so I didn't pay much attention to it.

didn't care too much about it, fiddling with grandpa's corpse, Mr. Liang also sighed and said loudly to grandpa.

"Brother Li, everything you told me has been dealt with, the baby is fine, you can go with peace of mind, don't toss so much."

After muttering a few words, Mr. Liang and my father closed the lid of the coffin, and the original seven Yin coffin nails were nailed back again.

In the end, we filled in my grandfather's grave together, and this was more than half an hour, and after finishing it, Mr. Liang also asked me to incense my grandfather, and finally we went home together.

After arriving home, Mr. Liang did not leave in a hurry, but gave me a piece of talisman paper, saying that I was scared a lot tonight, and those things have been surrounding me, and I have gathered some yin qi on my body.

Let me drink the rune paper water, Mr. Liang said so, I found this time, I came back from the outside on my body cold, I thought it was cold outside, but when I got home, it was still the same.

Under the supervision of Mr. Liang, I drank Fu Shui, and Mr. Liang got up to leave, and before leaving, Mr. Liang told us to close the doors and windows, and did not say anything else.

After Mr. Liang left, my dad and I fetched water to wash our feet, and when we were done, we were ready to go into the room to rest, but in the end I couldn't help but stop my dad.

That's right, I'm still afraid, I asked my dad if he could sleep next to him? My dad frowned, understood what I meant, and said that I am older now, and this is the fear in my heart, and I have to overcome it on my own, and I can't always rely on others.

I was a little puzzled when I heard this, this should be a small request, my dad didn't even agree to me, and finally I had to retreat and ask my dad if he could change rooms with me?

My room has a window, my dad's room doesn't, and when I woke up this morning, the window was open, which instinctively reminded me of my grandfather coming in through the window, so the window in the room gave me a sense of fear.

In the end, my dad agreed, and I ran directly into my dad's room overjoyed, looking at the closed room, I was a little relieved, I fastened the door latch, and was ready to undress and sleep.

Just as I took off my pants, I suddenly felt that there seemed to be something in my trouser pocket, and I was stunned and quickly reached out to wipe it.

It seemed to be a piece of cloth, I felt out the thing in my trouser pocket, a piece of dark blue cloth, and the next moment, my whole body shook, and I looked at the piece of green cloth in front of me with some dumbfoundedness.

The color of this fabric is exactly the same as the shroud on grandpa's body, and this rag, the more I look at it, the more it looks like the corner of the sleeve of grandpa's shroud?

Not like, after a little scrutiny, I'm almost certain that this is definitely the rag that hung off the cuffs of Grandpa's shroud.

But how did this rag end up in my trouser pocket? My eyes froze, and I saw the reverse side of this shroud fragment, as if there was something.

I hurriedly turned the rags of this shroud around, and the next moment, my eyes suddenly widened, and my breathing became a little short, because I actually saw a line of words on this shroud.

And what surprised me even more was the content of this line.

"Run, don't trust anyone."

It's such a simple line of words, but my heart can't calm down at all, first of all, the biggest doubt in my heart, who left this line of words?

The handwriting is a bit shallow, I can't even tell what is written on it, and what is even more difficult to explain is that the fragments of this shroud are on the sleeve of my grandfather, who can tear off the fragments and write these words?

And there are not many people who write this word, tonight my father, Mr. Liang and I went to the ancestral grave together, and this piece of shroud cloth was obviously put in my trouser pocket tonight.

I must have ruled out the possibility directly, so who left the strip of cloth for this shroud? My dad? Or Mr. Liang?

If I had to choose one of the two, I would rather believe my dad, and if he had left me a strip of shroud, would he be hinting at me? Don't trust anyone?

Who is anyone here referring to? Mr. Leung?

No, if my dad left it, he wouldn't have to beat around the bush at all, even if he wanted to avoid Mr. Liang, he could have waited for Mr. Liang to leave and tell me this alone, he wouldn't have made such a hassle?

Could it be that Mr. Liang left it for me? He told me not to trust my dad? This speculation is a bit outrageous even to me.

Wait, an even more ridiculous thought suddenly popped up in my mind at this moment, could this shroud strip of shroud be left by my grandfather?

Grandpa had been dead for a few days, and the idea was not a common absurdity, but I suddenly remembered the faint voice in my ear when I was surrounded by so many ghosts.

In retrospect, it wasn't my dad's voice at all, and my grandfather's body came back inexplicably, which has subverted my previous perceptions.

So, even if I guess that my grandfather left this strip of cloth now, it's not so difficult for me to accept it in my heart.

At this moment, I began to recall, suddenly, I found that the handwriting of this line of words is so similar to my grandfather's handwriting.

And isn't that handwriting the same as the one on the fragments of this shroud? This conclusion almost gave me the final judgment.

Yes, this piece of cloth was left to me by my grandfather, and it is my grandfather who has been dead for a few days.