He Changming's grandmother passed away, and the old man died at the end of his eighty-eighth birthday, which can be regarded as a happy funeral.

At this time, He Changming is a sophomore, and he came back from winter vacation to mourn, and his grandmother has been out of action for three days.

He Changming was brought up by his grandmother since he was a child, his mother died when he gave birth, his father married a stepmother and gave birth to a younger brother, He Changming became a left-behind child whose father didn't care about it.

Fortunately, He Changming's grandmother, everyone's lady has gone to a women's university, and she is also a new youth, so she can discipline He Changming, and she will be obedient to He Changming's management, and she will be admitted to a good university.

He Changming admires his grandmother the most, and his grandmother's departure was not sudden, and he called He Changming before leaving, asking him to take care of himself, and He Changming knew it in his heart.

It's just that birth, old age, sickness and death are sentimental after all.

He Changming's grandmother left three things for He Changming, one is a deposit that has been saved for so many years, and there are more than 100,000 in it, all of which He Changming's grandmother saved little by little.

One is the land deed of the hometown house, if He Changming returns to his hometown, there is still a place to stay.

The last one is a small book.

This book has a blue cloth cover similar to an ancient book, the size of a palm, and it looks like it's only about a dozen pages.

He Changming opened it and looked at it, and there was nothing inside.

Maybe it's grandma's treasure!

He Changming didn't think much about it, and put the small notebook into the purse inside the big jacket, facing his heart.

The old man passed away to keep vigil for seven days, He Changming has been keeping watch for three consecutive days since he came back, and tomorrow is the day of his grandmother's funeral, He Changming is too tired, so he took a nap in the mourning hall.

In a daze, He Changming had a strange dream.

He dreamed that he opened the small book left by his grandmother, but words appeared on the originally empty book, which read: Zhan Shuhua, female, was born at the third quarter of the eighteenth month of the twelfth month of 1929, and suddenly at the twenty-ninth hour of the twelfth month of the twelfth month of 2017.

He Changming's classical Chinese is not very good, but he still understands this sentence, but what surprised him is that Zhan Shuhua is her grandmother's name!

What's going on?

When He Changming wanted to look at it carefully, he saw that the small book suddenly emitted a golden light, flying straight towards He Changming's heart.

He Changming couldn't dodge, and in the next second, he woke up on the ground.

"Son, why are you trapped like this, you have fallen to the ground, go and squint for a while!"

The stepmother, who was also keeping vigil on the side, said.

The relationship between He Changming and his stepmother is not very bad, but it is definitely impossible to be as kind as a mother and son, I saw him shake his head and insist on keeping vigil for his grandmother.

The stepmother just asked, He Changming didn't want to, forget it.

At this time, He Changming's father and a group of relatives came over, and it turned out to be the time to deliver the lamp.

It is a custom here to send lamps, and when the elderly in the family die, all the children must choose a place similar to an intersection on the way to the funeral the next day between one and three o'clock the night before the funeral, and burn the funeral goods.

"Son, your uncles and I are going to deliver the lanterns, you and your mother are here to keep a good guard, remember not to let the lanterns and incense go out."

He Changming nodded, and He Changming's father took his relatives to carry the funeral goods.

The mourning hall became quiet for a while, and He Changming's stepmother also went to the kitchen to prepare food for relatives.

He Changming thought back to his dream and felt that the dream was too real, after all, he didn't know his grandmother's birthday at all, but it was clearly written in the small notebook.

He reached out and wanted to take out the small notebook to look at it, but he was empty in his purse.

What about the small book?

It's definitely not going to fall, he didn't take off his clothes to sleep at all, and he hasn't touched it again since he put the little book in his purse.

Just when He Changming felt strange, a cold wind suddenly blew and blew out his grandmother's lantern.

The lantern was under the coffin, facing the direction of the deceased's abdomen, He Changming lit the lamp, and could only kneel on the ground and poke his body under the coffin.

At the same time as the everlasting lamp was turned on, the lights in the mourning hall suddenly went out, and He Changming instantly felt that his whole body was cold, and only his heart was warm, and the everlasting lamp in front of him was blooming with a faint light.

"Oh~Oh~Oh~Wow......"

A strange sound sounded in the doorway, like the sound of a ping-pong ball falling to the ground, but it was even more dull.

He Changming looked up and saw half of his head rolling on the ground.

The cut surface of the half of the head was neat, and it should have been cut off by an unusually sharp knife, and the inside of the head was scratched, as if the brain had been hollowed out and eaten by a wild beast.

A terrible laugh exploded on the coffin, but it was only three seconds before a neutral voice was heard in the doorway.

"What kind of little ghost, dare to make trouble here!"

The situation ended in a flash of light, and He Changming didn't even react, just saw that half of his head was like a ghost, and he jumped and drilled under the coffin, which shocked He Changming.

But before this half of the head got in, a golden light shone on it,

Half of the head let out a miserable cry, and then turned into ashes and disappeared.

The angry voice added, "Don't get out yet!" ”

As soon as he finished saying this, He Changming felt that the cold air on the coffin immediately disappeared, and the mourning hall instantly returned to brightness.

He Changming crawled out from under the coffin, and saw an old man with a beard, eyebrows, and gray hair standing at the door of the mourning hall.

And He Changming didn't have time to say thank you, and a voice suddenly came from his mind: "Feng Deshou, male, born at 5:10 on July 21, 1932, died at 24:05 on January 5, 2018. ”

He Changming was first shocked, and then frightened!

January 5th, isn't it the day of grandma's funeral tomorrow!

"You are He Changming?"

The old man first glanced at He Changming carefully, and then said, "It's a pity that I haven't inherited the talent of my senior brother, Ordinary Er!" ”

Although He Changming heard this a little harshly, the good upbringing taught by his grandmother made him unable to scold his father for such an old man, not to mention that this old man had just shown his hand in front of him, although he still maintained a skeptical attitude.

I don't know how the old man named Feng Deshou, who is in front of him, knows his name, he didn't make a sound, and looked at the person in front of him with some vigilance.

When the old man saw He Changming's eyes, there was something he didn't understand, and he laughed.

"Changming, you don't have to be afraid, Lao Dao is your grandfather's fellow disciple, Dao Shan Hongzi, this time I came to receive a notice from your grandmother to pick up something."

Grandpa's cousin? Pick up something?