The conclusion is self-evident, Jiang Youdao is the father of Jiang Shoushou and Jiang Nianfeng, and Jiang Hongxiu is the mother of Wu Santong, who seems to have no flaws, just when I was excited about my conclusion, Dai Ma picked up the two spirit cards directly below the spirit tablets of "Jiang Nianfeng" and "Jiang Hongxiu" and talked to himself.

I was too absorbed in the analysis just now, and I didn't care about his actions, so I blurted out: "Senior Dai, I have already analyzed the relationship between Jiang Youdao and Jiang Shoushou, they are father and son......"

After an unresponsive "oh", Daima insisted on showing me the two spirit tablets.

I took a closer look with a candle, but found that one of the spiritual tablets had no words on it, and the other was written, but it was scratched, and I could vaguely distinguish the word "Jiang Ren".

"Jiang Ren......" I thought for a while and asked, "Could it be related to Jiang Ren's life?" ”

Daima was noncommittal. "It must have something to do with him, but as far as I know, apart from Wu Santong, Jiang Shoushou doesn't have any other familiar juniors, and there is only one possibility......" Dai Ma put the flowered spiritual tablet on the spiritual table, and said, "That's Jiang Nianfeng's son." ”

"You know him?"

"I don't know each other, I've only met once, but I don't know what his name is, ......you see," Dema leaned closer to the candlelight and continued, "It's not a 'human' character, it's a 'human prefix', and there are some strokes underneath. ”

As Dai Ma expected, because there is a slight difference between the scratch and the glyph, you can still see it if you look closely, but the scratch is not deep, and the person who scratched it should be in a hurry, so it will leave a little clue.

I asked, "Who is that person, and why has he been scratched again?" ”

Daima explained: "I just said that. Jiang Shoushou only had one relative in the village, Wu Santong's life and death were uncertain at that time, so it could not be his doing, but after Jiang Shoushou died, he would never go to worship the family spiritual position, and the biggest possibility was Jiang Nianfeng's son. He wanted to hide his identity and make outsiders think he was dead, so he deliberately engraved his name, but he changed his mind for unknown reasons. Or being stopped. You see that there is a mess here, it is likely that there was a fight, and in the end, I didn't even have time to write this blank spiritual tablet. Although I don't know what the name of this flowered spiritual tablet is, this blank spiritual tablet should have the name of 'Wu Santong' written on it. And he didn't write. What do you think is the reason? ”

It dawned on me. said, "You mean. When this person wanted to engrave the name of the 'Wu Santong', he was stopped by another person, and an argument ensued. And the other person is Wu Santong? ”

"Now that's the most plausible explanation, if it were you, you wouldn't want to engrave your name on the tablet, unless you were really dead." ”

He spoke to me as if I was going to die, and his eyes were so hideous that I shuddered. I looked at him blankly, and I saw a hint of suspicion in his eyes, he wouldn't be suspicious of me!

At this moment, the "gurgling" sound really came from far and near, as if to warn us that night had come.

After so many years, that voice still comes to mind from time to time, I'm not afraid of zombies, but I'm afraid of ghosts, that kind of ethereal thing is the most terrifying, like an invisible shadow haunting you, and you can't escape.

We were so focused on the source of the sound that we forgot for a moment what we had just discovered, but it was hiding so much that for a moment I even suspected that the sound was deliberately avoiding us, and then when we inadvertently turned back, it scared me out.

"Withdraw!" Daema whispered to me.

I nodded, and my footsteps slowly moved towards the door, and the subconscious trembling made the atmosphere even more weird, people are like this, and the subtle psychological hints will expand infinitely, so that there is a violent sense of fear, especially in a special place like the mourning hall.

I remembered what happened when my grandfather passed away, and it was also such a mourning hall, and this voice also appeared.

After the liberation, feudal superstitious ceremonies did not dare to be carried out openly on the surface, but in private, each village still held funerals according to the previous customs.

Of course, as the grandfather who was in charge of the funeral in Mizusawa Village, his funeral was also the same as everyone else, acting according to old habits.

When my grandfather passed away, I was very sad and had nothing to do, my parents, sisters, relatives and friends were all doing funeral chores, and I was the only one who didn't know what to help.

One night, I remember very clearly, it was the third day after my grandfather passed away, and the custom in the village required a three-day suspension before he could be buried in the earth, and the next morning was the time for the funeral.

Relatives, friends, and neighbors have all left, and it is the eldest sister who keeps vigil at night, and among our sisters and brothers, she is the most courageous and the most helpful person in the family.

Because the weather was hot and it was a boy, thinking that my grandfather's body would go up the mountain early tomorrow morning, I couldn't sleep on my side, so I came to the mourning hall outside the mourning hall in the middle of the night, spread a mat and lay down on the ground to sleep.

As soon as I lay down, I saw stars hanging in the black sky, and a crescent moon, like a childish face full of smiles.

Gradually, my eyelids began to fight, and almost at the same time, a "gurgling" sound sounded in my ears, not big or small, just that tickling sensation.

Because of the sleepiness, I didn't pay attention to the sound, thinking it was the wind outside, but the sound was very rhythmic, without pause at all, as we all know, the natural wind stops from time to time, so I suddenly sobered up a lot.

At that moment, I still felt scared, and I only knew that I was looking for the source of the sound, and it was easy to find it, and I heard clearly that the sound was coming from inside the mourning hall.

I wondered why the eldest sister didn't react, could it be that she was already asleep, and I suddenly felt ridiculous at my thoughts, what time was it now.

As the voice grew clearer, I crossed the threshold and saw my grandfather's black-and-white photograph looking at me in the moonlight. Although I am a grandfather, I am also a little worried at this time.

Because the candle on the offering table had been extinguished, and I couldn't find the incandescent lamp, I could only lower my voice and call out to the eldest sister.

I walked over to my eldest sister's bed, but when I called out to my eldest sister, she didn't respond, so I raised my voice several decibels.

Suddenly, a hand covered my mouth, I didn't have time to react, I thought it was a thief, and tried to break free, but this hand did not relax in the slightest, but was dragged outside the mourning hall by the other hand.

"Layue, don't call it, it's the eldest sister."

Then, she let me go. (To be continued......)