Chapter 10 Grandparents, I'm Back

Song Ci drove for an hour to a temple in the suburbs.

If Song Qizhi only did one thing, it would be to let his grandparents be worshiped here for a long time.

There is a porcelain jar of ashes in the small Buddhist shrine, and the grandparents died in the fire, leaving only this little thing.

"Grandpa, grandma, I'm back."

Her eyes were a little moist, in the third life, her relatives only had grandparents, but she still hadn't had time, why didn't she come back earlier?

Song Ci clenched his hands tightly, enduring the whimpering of his throat.

She stepped forward and wanted to wipe the urns clean, but found that the two urns were wiped very clean, and there was no excess ash at all, which means that this is not an occasional thing, but someone takes care of it every day.

Her fingers trembled, and she checked the urn up and down, and it was in its original form, and there was no problem.

There's nothing unusual around, maybe it's just that this cheap little temple is well served?

She took out the other two urns of ashes she had prepared and placed them next to these two.

"Grandparents, I will take away the last thing you left me, I remember grandpa said that he most wants to go to the place where he has guarded the treasures of his life, you can rest assured, I will definitely send them to the place where they should be."

Then carefully swap the two columbaric urns.

Who would have thought that priceless antiques would be used by Song porcelain to hold the ashes of the dead, so that Song Qizhi turned his hometown upside down and did not find these two jars.

"Tintin, can the system provide temporary storage?"

【Ding! Host, yes, but you need a favorite value of storage for a day. 】

Song Ci felt that his back molars were a little painful, and this storage for one day was worth his life for a day.

【Ding! Host, the things stored in the system are bound to your soul, and even if your body is wiped out again, the things in the system will follow you anywhere. 】

Speaking of this, Song Ci is a little interested, you must know that you have saved a lot of money in the Void Realm, but now, there is no one left.

"Okay."

put the jar away, and Song Ci put his mind at ease.

In his previous life, Song Qizhi knew the whereabouts of the two Yuan blue and white porcelain jars from her, and exchanged the two blue and white porcelain jars for the construction project in the center of the sea city, and became the first tycoon of real estate in the sea market.

She wanted to see where he could go without this bond in this life.

Song Ci bowed to the two elders again, and then reluctantly prepared to leave.

I saw a crazy woman in dirty clothes smiling at her.

Song Ci frowned, always feeling that this crazy woman was a little familiar.

But after all, memories have passed five hundred years, and some details are not so easy to remember.

The crazy woman suddenly threw a steamed bun at her, still muttering in her mouth.

"Eat, eat, eat."

Song Ci stretched out her hand to catch it, looking at the two dirty handprints on the white steamed bun, which should have been answered, but looking at the crazy woman's eyes, her heart softened inexplicably, waved at the crazy woman, took it and turned away.

Until Song Ci disappeared completely, the crazy woman still looked out on the door frame.

"Nannan, Nannan......" kept muttering.

The sky is getting darker and darker, and the shadow of the madwoman is getting longer and longer.