The old man is gone.

The passing away is silent.

People from the hospital came and went, without careful examination. A hundred-year-old man, it's normal to die no matter what.

A death certificate was issued.

When he died, the old man still had a piece of stewed soft meat and half a bottle of wine in front of him, but the strange thing was that this meat, played by Lin Feng, had never been seen before.

The old man seems to be eating, drinking, and listening to TV, and it's gone.

There are still two days left, a hundred years old, happy and mournful.

Ah Wen invited the troupe to blow and blow lively, this was originally an old county town, and there was not so much attention, firing guns, building sheds, propping up tables, eating and drinking.

Looking at those acquaintances who were smiling and getting together, Arwen only felt strange.

When he was blowing, some of Awen's old friends came to comfort him, saying that the old man had lived for a hundred years, and he was not disabled, let alone sinned, and he could eat and drink, but he slept on the sofa at home and left.

It's a good thing.

It's a blessing.

No matter what others say, Arwen is still very sad, because it is the first person, so Lin Feng can't do anything, so he can only follow the plot.

Others comforted, Awen said that the old man was very energetic, on the morning of his death, he also drank three taels of white, and asked him to buy two pig's feet in the evening, he came back to leave wine, how could such a person die easily?

As soon as he heard this, the others couldn't speak anymore, so they patted him on the shoulder and stopped talking.

The old man may have known that he would pass away at any time, so he put his passbook password, real estate certificate, and will together.

Arwen has a key.

He didn't pay attention to the passbook, but just picked up the will, and Lin Feng carefully observed the will from Awen's perspective, wanting to get some clues from it.

In the will, the old man seems to have thought of this day a long time ago.

In addition to the regular division of property, the old man told him to be obedient and give him a complete set of funeral ceremonies.

The core of the ceremony is the seven-day closure of the coffin.

The filial son fell into the pot, the witch led the way, and the seven days were worshipped.

Lin Feng didn't see any problems from here, the motherland is vast, the country is north and south, and he doesn't know where the old man is from, purely from this ceremony, except for repeatedly emphasizing that it is necessary to be buried, it must not be cremated, and there is no other point in the rest.

The coffin was stopped for seven days, and it was in the old house next to the county seat.

In the past few days, people have come over one after another, some are descendants of the old man's friends, and some are friends of Arwen.

Ah Wen sat in front of the mourning bed in a withered manner, stopped his spirit, kept vigil, because there was no family, no one replaced him, and he occasionally slept in the courtyard.

Everything was normal.

Until the evening of the seventh day.

Arwen was overworked, lay down next to the spirit table, and fell asleep.

Immediately, he heard the sound of a cat meowing.

There was a cat, the black cat, that smelled the scent of dinner and sneakily climbed in through the wall.

It's broken.

Awen lost his love between the lakes and knew that it was broken.

Although in his sleep he didn't know why the cat was bad, and he didn't know why he knew it was a black cat.

But he just knew that there shouldn't be a cat at this time.

But he was too tired.

He couldn't get up, and it was under this weird feeling that Arwen heard someone open the door to the room.

"Squeak".

The doorway of the old house made a hoarse and unpleasant sound.

When the cat walks, there should be no sound, but Awen, who is in the dream demon, really hears the footsteps.

Lin Feng was immersed in the first person feeling this oppressive and treacherous situation, because of being pressed by the treacherous, all the senses of all people were magnified.

Hallucinations and reality were superimposed, mixed with an ever-accelerating heartbeat, and Arwen heard someone approaching the mourning hall.

"Meow~"

The cat also barked.

Arwen was in a hurry, he felt like he was getting up, but in reality, he was in a deeper dream-within-a-dream, he felt like he was out of his body, he could see his body—it was really just an illusion, his brain was telling him that he saw his body, in fact there was nothing in front of him.

Even Lin Feng felt a strange depression.

The cat made a sound similar to that of Tsubaki, sharp and ugly, and kept barking around the coffin, and Arwen became more and more anxious, more and more anxious.

"Ahh

Finally, he let out an exclamation and woke up, covered in cold sweat and with a splitting headache.

Without looking at himself, he turned his head and looked towards the mourning hall.

Grandpa's black-and-white photo flickered in the ever-bright light.

The door is closed.

There are no cats.

Nothing.

Arwen breathed a sigh of relief.

It's so tiring.

It's an illusion.

He sat back in his chair, took a sip of herbal tea, and then looked at the clothes that had fallen on the ground.

A chill crept up his back.

Goosebumps, slowly rising.

He trembled and grabbed his clothes, it was a coat, the problem was, he didn't put a coat on his back when he slept.

There are no outsiders here.

Arwen set his eyes on the coffin.

He put his ear to the coffin and listened carefully, but heard nothing.

The next day, Awen still asked someone to open the coffin.

The coffin was too heavy for one person to open.

He remembers someone saying.

People sometimes have the situation of suspended animation, so the first seven souls are actually waiting for the person who suspended his death to come back to life.

Prevent horrific live burials.

Ah Wen's actions were naturally regarded as too sad, and two good friends came to accompany him, afraid that something would happen to him, so they accompanied him through a process.

After the first seven, at five o'clock in the morning, it was still dark, he was wearing sackcloth, his filial son fell into the basin, called his grandfather's name, and buried his grandfather.

After entertaining his friends, Arwen returned to the old house, where there was a smell of old people.

Arwen didn't dislike the smell at all.

It's a pity that the old man is gone.

On the coffee table in the living room, the wine was good, the meat was maggots, Awen threw the meat into the trash, began to pack things, and finally came to the grandfather's bedroom, and saw a big red box with paint at the foot of the bed.

But that box, Arwen has never seen it.

He can see all of Grandpa's things, but this thing is always locked, and Arwen has no key.

There is no mention of the disposal of this property in the will.

Arwen didn't have a key, hesitated for a moment, picked up a hammer, and knocked on the lock.

I don't know if it's an illusion.

When he banged on the lock, Arwen always felt that someone was standing at the bedroom door watching him, and Awen couldn't help but observe the house with a bystander - this was a very old communal house, and the sun was very poor, and his sidelight saw that there seemed to be a person standing at the bedroom door.

Arwen was so frightened that he turned his head to look.

The bedroom door was pitch black and there was nothing.

Are you too worried and hallucinating?

Knocking on the lock, he turned back to the bedroom door as he banged.

Arwen swallowed a mouthful of saliva, continued to pick up the hammer, and struck the lock, which looked a little rotten, and after he broke it, his trembling hand reached out and opened the box.

A musty smell came from inside the box and hit his nose, causing his nostrils to be a little sore, and tears to come out of his eyes.

At this moment, he saw that someone was indeed watching him outside the door.

"Who!"

Arwen stood up in fright and turned his head to look at the door.

But there was still no one at the door, only the smell of the old man lingering on the tip of his nose.

Arwen hesitated, and finally closed the bedroom door, and then returned to the box, looking at the box that his grandfather never allowed him to open.

Above is the notebook.

He picked up the notebook, which looked like a crew's diary?

Crew diary?

Or in English?

Where did Grandpa get this kind of thing?

Ah Wen was puzzled, he didn't know the origin of his grandfather, his grandfather came from the coast to the south of Caiyun when Ah Wen was young, and settled in a small place that no outsiders had ever heard of.

It's weird.

Open the notebook.

[In 1855, a section of latitude and longitude, the rest is a long English]

Arwen couldn't read it.

This latitude and longitude is there, and Arwen can't recognize where this latitude and longitude is.

He's like a parent-in-law.

Fortunately, Ah Wen couldn't recognize it, but Lin Feng could still see it at a glance.

This latitude and longitude belongs to the current Southeast Asian region, as for the specific location, it needs to be checked again.

As for English, it's a hammer English, it's Portuguese, and God knows how Arwen mistook English and Portuguese!

What a world of difference.

Well, Lin Feng also admitted, it's all letters, and people who don't know it don't know much when they see Portuguese characters and English, and they really don't know much, this is a Portuguese captain's diary.

"How did the Englishman's nautical diary get into the hands of grandpa?"

Ah Wen muttered to himself, he put the whole thirteen notebooks outside, and quickly flipped through them, he couldn't understand the English, but fortunately, Lin Feng quickly wrote down the words on it, and soon, Lin Feng saw what he wanted to see.

Lots of words, numbers, and, sketches.

Magnificent statues, huge ships, sea monsters, giant trees, and strange islands, when Lin Feng saw this, he couldn't wait to take away Ah Wen's body and look at this notebook carefully, but who knows, Ah Wen was not interested in it at all, and put the notebook beside him.

Go and see something else.

Eventually, underneath these diaries, another book appeared.

Traditional.

This is a font that Arvin can recognize.

He picked up the book.

【Ten Ways to Become an Immortal】

Becoming an immortal, the Ten Laws?

When Lin Feng saw this, he had a bad omen, as we all know, there is no shortcut to becoming an immortal, hard work may not be useful, and intelligence may not work, it is better than that who is a bodhisattva, and finally falls into the devil's path.

Ten Ways to Become an Immortal?

Ah Wen picked up this book of the Ten Methods of Becoming Immortals, and under the Ten Methods of Becoming Immortals, there was a thing, black, crumpled, like a stone.

"What is this?"

Arwen grabbed the object, held it under his nose, and sniffed it.

There is nothing wrong with that.

Arwen frowned.

Placing it in the box, and as he bent over, Arwen saw a pair of feet behind him.

Someone stood behind him and watched him finish everything.

it!

Just when Lin Feng's heart was raised, the long-lost BGM suddenly sounded, and a foul smell that was so smoky that people almost turned their backs came over, and someone hugged Ah Wen behind his back.

With such great force that it broke his ribs.

At this moment, the game sounded with a sound of chewing, and Lin Feng's consciousness was stripped out of Ah Wen's body, through the room, to the window, and heard the crazy sound inside.

"Awen, Awen, let's live forever together."

"Arwen, let's not die together."

"Become an immortal, become an immortal, Awen, I will take you to become an immortal."

"Awen, Awen, you're so sweet, Awen."

"Awen, I'm so hungry, Awen, I'm two days away, Awen, that cat is so delicious, it's delicious, Awen."