While rubbing my eyes uncomfortably and wiping my tears with a tissue, I nervously pricked up my ears to listen to the movement in the mourning hall, although I couldn't open my eyes, I hoped to hear the sound of Zhang Ke's ghost returning.

After a while, my eyes were less uncomfortable and I could barely open them.

However, there was nothing in the mourning hall, and Zhang Ke's portrait looked a little weird and infiltrating under the flickering candlelight, and the slightly squinted eyes were facing the direction of me, as if they were looking at me.

I couldn't be afraid, I glanced at the wall clock on the wall, it was already past twelve o'clock, according to Grandma Zhang, Zhang Ke's ghost should have returned. However, Zhang Ke's ghost did not come back, although I couldn't open my eyes just now because of the wind oil essence remaining in the cat's tears, but from the confused and confused eyes of Zhang Ke's parents looking at Grandma Zhang, it can be seen that Zhang Ke's ghost did not come back.

How so?

Grandma Zhang was also puzzled, she couldn't help but run to the door to look out, and said softly: "What's the matter?

Zhang Ke's father and mother hurriedly walked out from the back of the mourning hall and came to Grandma Zhang's side. Zhang Ke's mother asked suspiciously, "Grandma, why didn't we see Ke'er's soul?

Grandma Zhang heard that Zhang Ke's mother suspected her divine water, and her face was a little unbearable, and she said with a dark face: "It's not that there is a problem with my divine water, it's that your Zhang Ke's ghost hasn't come back at all." ”

Zhang Ke's father and mother glanced at each other, and both of them had worried and uneasy looks on their faces.

I was also very puzzled, but I couldn't help but think in my heart: "Could it be that Zhang Ke's ghost was really controlled by the ghost king who stole his corpse, so he didn't return to his soul?"

However, at this time, I didn't dare to tell Zhang Ke's corpse about being stolen by the ghost king, so I hurriedly walked out nervously, walked to Zhang Ke's father and mother, and looked at Grandma Zhang with puzzled eyes. Zhang Jian also walked out with me, clinging to me like my tail.

Zhang Ke's mother hurriedly asked, "Grandma, what is the reason for this, our Ke'er's soul has not returned to its soul?

Zhang Ke's father is also very nervous, although his son is dead, parents do not want their son to suffer in another world. The reason why they want to see their son's ghost is that they miss their son on the one hand, and on the other hand, they also want to see if their son's ghost is okay.

It's really pitiful for the hearts of parents all over the world!

Grandma Zhang ignored Zhang Ke's parents, frowned and said to herself: "There's no reason not to return to your soul, there must be something wrong." ”

Zhang Ke's mother suddenly knelt down in front of Grandma Zhang and cried: "Grandma, our Ke'er must be in some trouble, please help us, help our Ke'er." He died at a young age, which is already pitiful, and if he has to suffer in the underworld after death, how can I live?"

Grandma Zhang hurriedly helped Zhang Ke's mother up and said, "Xiao Ke's mother, you get up first, I must find a way to figure out what is going on." Maybe Xiao Ke's ghost is delayed on the way back to his soul, and he is coming here, don't cry, so as not to disturb him, I'll draw water to see if he's coming?

After Grandma Zhang finished speaking, she instructed Zhang Ke's father again: "You go and bring half a bowl of water, throw a small handful of rice in the bowl, and bring it to me." ”

Zhang Ke's father hurriedly went to the kitchen to get a bowl and bring water, and Grandma Zhang walked quickly towards Zhang Ke's spiritual position.

I saw that Zhang Ke's mother was weak because of worry, so I supported her and followed her to Zhang Ke's spiritual seat. I also watched Grandma Zhang's every move nervously and curiously, wanting to see how she investigated why Zhang Ke's ghost did not return.

Grandma Zhang took out three round copper coins engraved on fire paper from the yellow envelope and stacked them flat on the urn.

Zhang Ke's father had already trotted in with most of the bowl of water, and handed the bowl respectfully to Grandma Zhang.

Seeing that there was already rice in the bowl, Grandma Zhang nodded slightly, took the bowl solemnly with both hands, and recited a few words to Zhang Ke's spiritual position, but I didn't hear it clearly. Then I saw her put the bowl in front of Zhang Ke's spiritual seat.

Then, without looking back, Grandma Zhang whispered to us: "Don't move, don't talk, I'm going to paint water." ”

After Grandma Zhang finished speaking, she picked up a stick of incense from the table, lit it with the torch incense of the white candle in front of the spiritual seat, and then took the incense and drew a circle on the mouth of the bowl, while chanting words in her mouth. Soon, a wisp of light smoke came out of the incense head, curling up, and hovering strangely at the mouth of the bowl, forming a cloud of mist, covering the mouth of the bowl, and even the water in the bowl could not be seen clearly.

It's so weird! I couldn't help but exclaim in my heart. At the same time, my heart was beating like a drum. This is the first time in my life that I have seen such a strange ritual.

Soon, the flame of a pair of white candles that had been burning normally in front of Zhang Keling began to shake slightly, and suddenly brightened, and suddenly dimly flickered, and my heart couldn't help but lift up, worried that it would be extinguished at any time. And Grandma Zhang's face was reflected by the constantly flickering candlelight, with a faint blue halo, which looked very infiltrating.

Grandma Zhang's eyes widened, staring intently at the blue and white smoke on the mouth of the bowl, and the hand twisting the incense was rhythmically drawing circles on the mouth of the bowl, and her mouth was still reading something softly.

Slowly, I heard the faint sound of "tap, tap" outside the gate behind me, and it was quite eerie, like the rhythmic footsteps of someone in ill-fitting slippers spinning in circles.

I think the others should have heard it too, because Zhang Ke's father and mother, as well as Zhang Jian, all turned their heads to look behind them. Zhang Jian closed his eyes tightly and leaned against me, and I could clearly feel him trembling. And Grandma Zhang still faced Zhang Ke's spiritual position with a solemn face, and her eyes looked at the cyan smoke on the mouth of the bowl without blinking.

I couldn't help but think nervously, "Could it be that Zhang Ke's ghost has really returned?" But why didn't he go into the house and hang out all the time?"

My eyes don't know whether to look at that weird bowl or at the gate?

Just as our hearts were all raised high, and we were about to welcome Zhang Ke's ghost into the mourning hall, suddenly it was dark in front of our eyes, and the two white candles in front of Zhang Ke's spiritual seat were extinguished together.

At the same time, I heard Grandma Zhang exclaim: "Run." ”