With his son Zhang Chujiu's idea of correcting, and his wife and daughter to help, because his younger brothers and sisters couldn't go back to his hometown to mourn, Zhang Guangyao, who could only put his old father's spiritual position in place, finally gritted his teeth and directly mourned his father according to his son's words.

And at this special moment, because there are too many people in Jingnan County, there are so many people who have died, and they can't go to the homes of relatives and friends to help with the funeral.

As for those who are lucky enough to have their families safe and sound, according to the etiquette, even if they are split into several halves at the same time, they can't catch up with so many funerals, and it is impossible to decide who to go to or who not to go to.

So in line with the idea of not embarrassing each other, everyone simply simplified the funeral, did not invite outsiders to only burn paper to their relatives, and the road sacrifice and the wake of the spirit were put into the ground, so Zhang Xiangang's cold and lonely funeral did not seem special.

After a busy day, it was late at night.

As soon as it was dark, Zhang Chujiu persuaded his parents and sister, who had been guarding the spirit for several nights, to go back to the back room to sleep, and he was alone in front of the front hall.

According to the folk customs of Jingnan, there are no lights in the mourning hall at night, so he lit two thick white wax sticks on both sides of the tributes such as whole fish, whole chicken, pig's head, and three-color fruit placed in front of the spirit.

He knelt on a hemp mat against the wall, with a smoky gold basin in front of him, and while looking at Zhang Xiangang's death record by the dim light of the fire, he was writing and drawing on a stack of yellow papyrus.

"The record states that the cause of death was a direct blow to the chest by a small piece of meteorite, resulting in death.

Judging from the accompanying photos, the entire upper body of the deceased was completely shattered by the meteorite, leaving only the head and two legs, and from the face it was indeed a grandfather. Writing this, Zhang Chujiu felt sad in his heart, gritted his teeth and eased for a while before feeling a little better.

As the saying goes, 'a good memory is not as good as a pen', not only memory, but also thinking, meditating in the heart is far better than writing down the summarized ideas on paper, and intuitive feedback back to the brain can expand the way of thinking.

After relieving himself, Zhang Chujiu threw all the hemp paper in his hand into ashes, and after adding some burn-resistant 'gold and silver ingots' to the basin, he picked up a stack of hemp paper again and wrote:

"Judging from Grandpa's hidden power, it is impossible to be hit by a meteorite and die, so there are only two possibilities.

First, he was caught by his former enemies and killed alive;

The second is that he didn't actually die at all, but just faked his death for some unknown reason and went into hiding.

Analyzing the first possibility, if my grandfather was really caught by his former enemy, then now I and my parents, uncles, aunts, sisters, cousins, and cousins are all in danger.

After all, my grandfather has been incognito for decades, and he has deliberately cultivated me to take revenge for such a long time, and the other party has no intention of letting him go, so the hatred must be unforgettable.

If the enemy finds out that his grandfather kills him, it is impossible not to cut the grass and eradicate the roots. ”

Writing this, Zhang Chujiu's body stiffened, and he once again threw all the hemp paper in his hand and burned all the golden basins, used the two forces of gold and fire, stood up, pretended to be sore, numb and moved his muscles and bones after kneeling for a long time, turned his shoulders and walked out of the mourning hall, pacing back and forth at the door.

On a side street less than a mile, there are more than a dozen families holding funerals.

Because the mourning hall of the funeral parlor has already been full, everyone has not grabbed it, so they can only mourn in their own homes, and the residence is full of business in front and residential in the back, so they can only suspend the business and clean up the front hall and use it as a mourning hall.

In the dead of night, under a dark cloud that almost completely obscured the moonlight.

The flickering yellow light of the mourners' homes through the doors and windows, and the faint mournful wails of the guardians drifted in the wind, which made people's hearts tremble.

Zhang Chujiu slipped away for a while, felt nothing abnormal, returned home, and saw that the fire in the gold basin had been extinguished, leaving only a thick layer of paper ashes, so he took a string of money and lit the candle and threw it into the basin, adding a lot of ingots, and then continued to kneel on the hemp mat, writing on straw paper:

"Think about it carefully, in the interstellar society, murder is a felony, even if it is a transcendent of the mythical rank, as long as it is not a lonely person and has evolved to level 20 or above, it can pass through the wormhole in the flesh, and it is a great risk to destroy all people.

Grandpa has been dead for more than 20 days, and the meteorite rain has not yet ended when he died, if he is really killed by the enemy, the enemy will definitely take advantage of the meteorite disaster to fake a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that the government will not pursue at all, and cut our whole family to the roots.

Even if I can't find it for a while while studying in the UK, my father, mother, and plum have always been in Jiaoao, and no one has done anything to harm anyone, so it can be seen that the first possibility is very small. ”

Writing this, Zhang Chujiu breathed a long sigh of relief, threw the hemp paper in his hand into the fire and burned it into paper ashes, and after adding some ingots to the gold bucket, he closed his eyes and came back to his senses, holding a stack of straw paper and writing:

"Then analyzing the second possibility, the only reason why Grandpa will fake his death and hide his name is that he feels that his former enemy is about to find him, and he feels that he will definitely die if he is found, so a golden cicada comes out of his shell.

But if he can be sure of this, he will definitely not just fake his death to avoid trouble, let us people stay in the bright place, at least he will take me away, so this is not very likely. ”

Writing this, Zhang Chujiu pondered for a long time, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, "Or, he thinks that as long as he is dead, the enemy will not be able to find him."

Think about the mysteries that grandpa inadvertently revealed in the past about those divination algorithms, all of which require a causal relationship in the dark to get the result.

Grandpa must have a strong causal connection with the enemy, so he didn't know what happened, he found that as long as he was alive, the enemy could figure out his whereabouts, and if he died, if he died, he would be a hundred, and there would be no trace of cause and effect.

So he, he took the initiative but for some reason, just for, just to keep us!

Grandpa, grandpa he is, it's suicide!"

Although it is difficult to conjecture this conclusion, it is enough to make Zhang Chu burn in the ninth five, and he gritted his teeth so as not to roar loudly.

"Not the son of man, not the son of man," the long-suppressed bereavement pain was introduced by this assumption, and completely exploded, his facial features were distorted like evil ghosts, and he clenched his fists and roared in a low voice: "If this is the case, no matter who the enemy is, what the cause is."

I, Zhang Chujiu, hereby swear that I will not kill all of their clans, kill them all over the house, and after death, I will fall into the eighteenth layer of hell, and I will never be able to be reborn, and I will never be reborn!"

His voice landed here, thousands of miles away in the Jiangnan water town of Huaguo, on the main peak of Qiyi Mountain in Zhejiang Province, the main peak of the 'Heavenly Master Palace' on the main peak of Wuliang Ridge, Zhejiang Province, the gilt plaque that had not fallen for thousands of years had been hung high, and a thin slit was cracked from the middle with a 'snap', and it was broken into two halves.

Half was still hanging in the air, and the other half fell to pieces on the stone steps.