"What?!" I was shocked, and it was incredible. How could someone dig up my grandfather's body? What's the use of him asking for a rotting corpse?

The second uncle said with a gloomy face: "This morning, my son and I went to the grave, who knew that I saw that the child's grandfather's grave was dug out of a big pit, although the coffin was still in the soil, but the coffin board has been lifted, and his grandfather's body is gone!"

Uncle nodded, with a solemn expression. "I saw it this morning when I rushed over, and the grave was so badly dug that it didn't look like it was shoveled, it looked like it was dug by a dog, and I don't know which goddamn bastard dug it, it's just weird."

"Yes." The second uncle then said: "I ran over to take a look just now, and there was no shortage of gold and silver jewelry in the coffin, but the body was gone." ”

The people next to him were also amazed when they heard this, and then scolded the person who stole the corpse for being bloody.

But while they were talking, it occurred to me that I had a dried corpse on my bed! Could that corpse be my grandfather?!

I was shocked by the thought. Did someone dig up the body and put it on my bed? But this makes no sense at all, what good is this perverted behavior for himself?

When my father saw that I looked a little strange, he asked, "Do you know what's going on?" ”

I hurriedly shook my head: "No... I don't know. ”

The father asked suspiciously, "Didn't you go to the grave yesterday afternoon?" Did you see any suspicious people at the time?"

I pursed my parched lips, my face was a little pale, "No... Didn't see it. ”

"Oh, then you hurry up and eat." My father glanced at me and said, "Aren't you going back today?" Prepare early. ”

My head couldn't listen to my father's words, and I just wanted to go into the house and examine the body to see if it was my grandfather.

I walked down the stairs into the house like I lost my soul, and I had a vague feeling that the dried corpse was probably the grandfather they were looking for... After all, it won't be such a coincidence, Grandpa's corpse just disappeared today, and there happens to be an extra dried corpse in my house...

As soon as I entered the house, I smelled the familiar fishy smell and hurried to the bedside to examine the decomposing corpse.

His face was rotten into three black holes, white skeletons glowing with an eerie cold light, and his stray and thinning hair stuck to his scalp like sun-dried kelp threads. It looks creepy.

I fought back my fear and put my hand to his mouth...

The corpse had decomposed to such an extent that I would not have recognized it by its appearance, and I had never seen my grandfather. But I remember my grandfather said that when my grandfather was young, he had a fight with someone and was knocked out of two teeth, and then when he got rich, he had two gold teeth in his mouth, so I only had to identify his teeth to tell if he was my grandfather...

It's a pity that his mouth is only slightly open, and the black rumbling inside can't be seen clearly, so he has to break his mouth to see the situation inside.

I put my index and middle fingers together and slowly reached into his mouth, but the moment my fingertips touched the black carrion, my hairs immediately stood upside down!

It was definitely the most incomprehensible thing in my life - I actually felt a trace of warmth on my fingers!

You must know that the mouth is the place where the exhaust gas in the body is exhaled, and there are sweat glands and pores on the hands and parts, which can be in good contact with the air to adjust the temperature that suits you. And in the mouth, due to the intrinsic energy and metabolism of various foods, it is warmer than in other places.

But the corpse in front of me, not to mention the sweat glands and pores, I am afraid that the internal organs have been corrupted into a mass of sludge, how can it be metabolized?

I couldn't believe what I saw, as if the owner of the corpse was not dead, but asleep! However, he has obviously rotted to such an extent, why does the body still have temperature?!

My fingers trembled slightly, and I wasn't sure if I was going to pry his mouth open to check...

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid... He's been dead for decades..."

I comforted myself a few words and decided to move on to the next step.

I pressed my two fingers on his front teeth and lifted them up.

I didn't expect his mouth to be fixed, after all, the posture of that mouth has been maintained for decades, and I had to increase my strength a little.

"Click, click...", a small sound came from his mouth, his palate rose slightly, and the skin at the corner of his mouth gradually cracked a thin slit and spread to his ears.

Seeing his corpse being tossed like this, I thought that if he was really my grandfather, then wouldn't I be unfilial?

"Grandpa, forgive your great-grandson for being unfilial."

I confessed to the corpse, then looked down into his mouth.

I saw that in the innermost part of a row of lower teeth, there were indeed two gold teeth!

He's really my grandpa!

I quickly let go of my right hand, knelt on the floor and kowtowed twice. "I'm sorry! Grandpa, this matter today is really a last resort..."

I bowed my grandfather twice before I stood up. If my father knew that I was so disrespectful to my grandfather, he would definitely take a broom and beat my ass to the flowers.

Hearing the noisy voices of the uncles downstairs, I couldn't help but smile bitterly at the corners of my mouth. I didn't expect my grandfather's body to be here, and they were still angry and wanted to find the thief who stole the corpse, if they saw this scene in my house, I couldn't explain it even if I had three mouths.

The question is, why did Grandpa's body run into my house?

I first thought it was the old guy disguised as my grandfather, but when I think about it, it makes sense. Because he has promised that we will not interfere with each other until I have fulfilled the conditions I have given. So there's no reason for him to do such a boring thing.

At this point, I suddenly remembered what my father had said to me yesterday – he said that he had dreamed that his grandfather had missed his grandson and wanted to come and see me.

Could it be because my grandfather wanted to see what his great-grandson looked like, so he ran out to find me?!

The thought of this immediately made my hairs stand on end. It's terrifying, isn't it? How could a corpse that had been dead for almost a hundred years crawl out of a coffin on its own?!

I shook my head, feeling that any speculation didn't make sense, so I had to look helplessly at the dried corpse on the bed, not knowing what to do.

His body was about to decay into a skeleton, but there was still a layer of black skin on his abdomen and chest, and the degree of decay was obviously much weaker than the rest of the body.

What is the reason for this?! If you want to say that the process of decomposing a dead body, the abdomen is the softest, so it should be the first to decompose.

But now the situation is just the opposite, there is still a layer of shriveled skin on the abdomen of the corpse, although it has shown a charred black, but there is not a trace of cracks.

I looked closely at the abdomen and noticed that my grandfather's hands were just crossed over his abdomen, and there seemed to be something flat under the palms...

Could it be that the fact that the abdomen is not completely rotten has something to do with what Grandpa put on it?

I moved my grandfather's hands a little with curiosity, and saw that what was underneath was a rectangular strip of gray-white cloth.

The strips of cloth were yellowed and tattered, and they seemed to contain something else.

Originally, I didn't plan to open it for inspection, because after all, this is the burial goods of the ancestors, and it is really unorthodox for me to take it away without permission.

However, I was shocked to see that there were three traditional Chinese characters the size of fingernails written on the strip of cloth - "Gift Hongshi".

Each generation of our family has a generation, my grandfather is the "De" generation, my father is the "Jing" generation, and my generation happens to be the "Hong" generation!

Although my sister is also a "Hong" generation, she is still underage and has not even graduated from elementary school, so it should be impossible to give it to her.

In other words, this thing is most likely left for me!

Shocked and suspicious, I opened the strip of cloth and found that it was covered with a piece of parchment.

The parchment was filled with dense black letters. I glanced at it cursory, it looked like some kind of spell, but the words on it gave me a feeling of strangely familiarity... I think I've seen it somewhere...

That's right! I slapped my thigh and suddenly remembered, the content on it was very similar to the scroll of "Dry Demon Kun Corpse Print". But the content on the parchment is easier to understand, and the difficulties in the scroll can be explained in detail on the parchment...

Remembering something in my mind, I hurriedly opened my backpack and took out the scroll, spreading it out and placing it with the parchment.

Sure enough, yes! A deep sense of horror welled up in my heart. The content on the parchment turned out to be a note on the "Dry Demon Kun Corpse Seal"!

If a scroll is compared to a book from heaven, then parchment is its dictionary!

In this way, as long as I practice with the method on the parchment, I can completely learn the things on the scroll!

I was a little surprised in my heart, I didn't expect my grandfather to prepare this kind of thing for me.

Of course, this is good for me, only if I am strong enough to complete the S-class mission, then the sooner I can become an independent!

I suppressed my excitement and stuffed the scrolls and parchment into my backpack.

The remaining problem is that I have to bury my grandfather back, or someone else will definitely find out.

And I'm going to be out of the house soon, and I can't leave a body in my bedroom.

It seems that the only way to carry the body back to the graveyard is when all the people in the living room are gone.

At this time, I suddenly heard my sister downstairs shouting, "Brother! Come down for breakfast!"

"Got it." I quickly pulled up the quilt and covered the dried corpse tightly, and then went out and went downstairs.

When I got to the living room, I found that my father had already left.

My sister was sitting at the table drinking rice porridge.

I turned to her and asked, "Where's Dad?" ”

The sister replied, "They just went out." ”

"Oh." I nodded and prepared to sit down to eat, but I was hungry too, so I buried my grandfather's body after filling my stomach.

But just as I was reaching for the steamed buns, my sister suddenly hit me on the back of my hand with chopsticks.

"Brother, look at you, you don't wash your hands, your nails are full of ash."

I looked down in confusion, only to notice that my hands had been covered with dirt for some time.

Isn't that right? Did I wash my hands last night? Why are your hands so dirty?

I stretched out my palm and noticed that it was not black ash in the nail cover, but yellow mud...

This is even stranger, I remember this kind of dirt is only found in the wilderness... This kind of soil was used in the graves of my ancestors, but I washed my hands after going to the grave, so why did I still have this thing in my fingernails?