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I nodded, "No, there are no living creatures except people." ”

According to the tradition of old Jinan, when an old man dies in the family, the coffin is parked in the house, and cats, dogs, birds and other feathered animals must not be allowed to approach. Otherwise, something very bad will happen. In fact, in the opinion of physicists, animal hair produces unpredictable electrostatic reactions, and in very accidental circumstances, the residual neurons on the deceased's body are stimulated by static electricity, which is the root cause of the deceased's limb movements.

Mrs. Guan turned her head sideways, put her right hand on her right ear, and listened attentively.

After more than ten seconds, there was another clicking sound in the room.

"There's a problem. Aunt Guan's face changed.

The sound was like the movement of a beetle hitting a glass window, and it was a large beetle like Zhizhi, which could be heard clearly from a distance of more than a dozen steps.

I lifted the curtain and looked into the house, and nothing moved except the flame of the lantern dancing in front of the spirit.

Of course, I don't believe in strange rumors such as "deceiving corpses and resurrecting souls", even if grandpa is resurrected, he will be relieved in one breath and withstand the invasion of the disease.

"Click, click", three times in a row, clearly told me that the sound was coming from inside the ice coffin.

"It's in the coffin. Aunt Guan whispered.

There were only two of us in the courtyard, and our courage was not strong at all, so the voices of the two people were unconsciously suppressed to the lowest.

"Auntie, what do you think is going on?" I replied in a low voice.

"Maybe it'...... I do not know...... I've seen people who died unjustly come back to life in three nights, and that's because they didn't spit out the resentment in their stomachs. Once the venting is complete, the anger comes out, and the dead person stops. However, your grandfather died of illness and could not have had such a change. Aunt Guan said.

I gritted my teeth and pointed to the ice coffin: "The voice came from there, and only my grandfather was lying inside, could it be ...... Could it be that he is banging on the glass on the lid of the coffin?"

A distance of more than a dozen steps, it only takes three or four seconds to step over, bend down to see what is in the ice coffin. However, Aunt Guan and I seemed to be suppressed by a nightmare, and our feet were weak, and we didn't dare to act rashly.

With a squeak, the courtyard door was pushed open, and the sound of Sha Lao's fist urn sounded: "Stone, stone, where is it?"

In the middle of the night, his voice was very abrupt, which startled me and the aunt.

I heard a "grunt" in the throat of Aunt Guan, obviously nervous to the extreme.

"Click, click, click", there were five sounds in the ice coffin, and it was obvious that the beetle was hitting outward with more and more force, and it was desperate to break out of the coffin.

"It wants to come out, it wants to come out......" Aunt Guan's teeth began to rattle.

"What's that?" I asked softly.

"Stone, stone, are you sleeping? have you slept?" Sha Lao raised his voice with his fist and stepped into the spirit shed.

I raised my hand and said, "Here." ”

Sha Lao strode closer with his fist, and when he saw that the faces of Aunt Guan and I were wrong, he was very surprised: "What's wrong with you two?

I could smell the strong smell of alcohol spurting out of Sha Lao's fist, and looking at the way he staggered as he walked, I knew that he was already seven or eight points drunk.

"It's okay, it's okay. "Aunt Guan's smile is more ugly than crying.

I hurriedly introduced the situation as quickly as I could, stunned Sha Lao's fist, and looked into the north room vigorously.

"I'll take a look, and if my brother wakes up, I'll drag him out." I still don't believe it, what other demons dare to do strange things?" he said with a grunt.

"Old Uncle Sha, don't rush in, listen and talk about it-" Aunt Guan stretched out her hand to stop it.

"his grandmother's, I don't believe it, the native of Jinan on Qushuiting Street is still afraid of his grandmother's corpse? When the old brother wakes up, I will pull him to drink!" Sha Lao pushed his fist, and the official lady took three steps back in a row, almost sitting on the ground.

"You ...... Don't follow me, I'll do it myself...... I'll go and see for myself, what the hell is the old brother doing? Don't stop me, I've never been afraid of anyone in my life? You help me think about it, how do you write this scared word? Hahahahaha...... "Sha Lao's fist was full of red, and even his eyes were red with alcohol, and he couldn't listen to any advice at all.

"Stone, stop Uncle Sha! If you really want to return to the sun, it is not necessarily Uncle Xia who comes back to life, there are too many such things that go wrong, and we have to guard against them. Stone, quickly drag the old Uncle Sha...... "Aunt Guan didn't give up, turned over, still opened her arms, and didn't let Sha Lao's fists enter the house.

"Da da", the sound sounded into a film, urgent and heavy.

Sha Lao's fists were also stunned, and he stood there with his fists clenched, not daring to move forward.

It is impossible for any kind of beetle to hit the ice coffin at such a high frequency, whether it is crawling or flying, unless it is with the help of some external force.

"We'll at least have to go in and see what's in the coffin. Aunt Guan muttered.

"What's there, you know what's there?" Sha Lao's initial courage had quietly dissipated.

"I think...... I think it's a ...... The devil is doing tricks......" The official lady said the word "ghost", and her face turned waxy yellow.

There is a saying in the taboo of white affairs in old Jinan, "evil ghosts, evil spirits", the day of death is the day of returning to evil, and the soul will return to the old home, at this time the soul is no longer the true soul of the original person, but becomes a ghost. This event is recorded in pictures and texts, sometimes in the shape of a giant bird, such as an osprey or a heroon, and sometimes in the form of a blue-eyed civet with a pitch-black body. Different times of the year and different deceased people will produce different "evil", but the same thing is that once the evil ghost appears, it will re-burrow into the body of the deceased. Therefore, there are records of evil ghosts in many Zhiyi notes such as the ancient books "Zi Buyu", "Xuanmu Zhi", "Ye Tan Suilu", "Liao Zhai Zhi Wei" and so on.

I don't believe that my grandfather will have evil spirits after he dies, and it is now the second day after his death, which is not long before the legendary "Erqi Day" when the evil ghosts appeared.

"You wait, I'll go and see, and if something strange happens, call the police immediately. I whispered.

It's something that's going on in my family, and I can't always expect someone else to do it for me.

"Son, be careful, see if the signs are wrong, and come out quickly. Aunt Guan advised.

I nodded, took a deep breath, and strode towards the North House.

This is the main hall of my house, originally facing the door of the wall hung with red plum withered branch picture, is the work of a black surname painter in Jinan, has been very old, the couplet on the left and right is "plum blossom is a fairy bone, falling in the world from the strange". The plum blossoms are red in color, so they are now covered with a white cloth as a sign of respect for the deceased.

Below the plum blossom picture, there is the old catalpa wood case, the table of the eight immortals, the Taishi chair, and now there are stacked ingots, white cloth and the like on it in a mess.

There is a doorway on the east and west sides, leading to the east and west rooms.

The east house was my grandfather's house, and the west house was my bedroom. Now, the doors of both bedrooms are closed, and there are many maza against the wall for the neighbors who have come to help to rest.

Other than that, my home is really nothing of value.

The ice coffin was placed in the middle of the room, and at one end was an offering table, on which was also a black-and-white photograph of the grandfather and offerings.

I stepped through the doorway, first looked around the house, and suddenly sorrow came over me, and this grief and indignation turned into a kind of courage in my chest—"I have nothing left, what is there to fear?"

"Nothing should become omnipotent out of nothing" – this is a quote I read from a worn-out Chicken Soup for the Soul. At that time, I felt that it was meaningless, but now I suddenly jumped into my heart, and I suddenly understood the philosophy contained in it.

I have nothing left, and even if there is any evil spirit in the ice coffin, what can I do?

This sentence is another elegant interpretation of "those who are barefoot are not afraid to wear shoes".

I took a step forward, stood on the right side of the ice coffin, took another deep breath, and lowered my head to look inside.

The upper lid of the ice coffin is a layer of explosion-proof plexiglass, although it is transparent, because of long-term use, the surface scratches and abrasion marks are very heavy, and the vision is not clear when viewed from the outside to the inside.

Grandpa lay inside, dressed in a black tunic with buttons up to his neck, and even the top hook was hung, lying quietly and straight. His face had been groomed by the workers of the funeral parlor, and it was not ruddy, but it was very full and shiny, and he looked more energetic than when he was alive. He wore a black cap made of tweed, and his sideburns were very neatly trimmed, and he was younger and more relaxed than I had in mind.

"Grandpa. I screamed, and slowly put my hands on the ice coffin.

I want to see him clearly and keep him as he is in my heart forever. At this time, I had no inexplicable fear of the deceased, only a deep nostalgia for my grandfather, because he was my last relative in this world after all.

"Click", two more sounds, and a black thing flew from the direction of my grandfather's feet and landed on the inside of the coffin lid that I was holding with both hands.

I was startled and withdrew my hand.

Through the one-centimeter-thick plexiglass, I saw that the thing was about two inches long, with black wings dragging on its sides and seven or eight pairs of claws on its abdomen, firmly attached to the glass.

I was really frightened, and for a moment my mind went blank, and I thought it was the legendary "ghost".

"It turns out that the legendary 'out of evil' is true? Will the soul of the deceased really turn into a monster and sneak back home? Grandpa's soul will become a ghost?" I asked myself three times in a row, and each time I took a step back.

The monster stopped motionless, and the original "click" impact was inaudible, and it seemed to be the movement it made.

"Stone, what's wrong?" the official lady and Sha Lao fist shouted outside the door.

I struggled to turn around, feeling my neck and waist petrified, heavy as two pieces of stone.

"What's in there?" asked the lady.

I opened my mouth as hard as I could, but no sound came out of my throat, so I had to gesture with my hands to the size of the thing.

Aunt Guan couldn't understand it, so she lowered her head and lit a handful of incense, waving it three or four times in front of her before she walked in wrapped in mist.

"Auntie, it's a monster. I muttered.

She walked over and continued to wave the incense in her hand, wrapping the two of us together with the mist.

The mist gave me warmth and courage, and my mouth was sharp: "Auntie, I saw a black thing flying from my grandfather's feet and stopping under the coffin lid, two inches long, dragging wings ......"

Looking out of the fog, the monster was still in place, with no intention of escaping.

We stood side by side, staring at the monster for several minutes, unable to tell what it was.

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