The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 62 Reading
The ancestral tomb of the Ji family is located at the foot of Longhu Mountain in the eastern suburbs. With Mingyue Lake in front and Longhu Mountain in the back, it is a geomantic treasure.

If it's daytime, there will be birds chirping and flowers fragrant, and the mood of spring will be abundant.

At night...?

Even though Pei Xiao had already been there once, he was still in a panic and tightly grabbed Xie Zhifei's arm, refusing to let go of a step.

"Look at your success."

Xie Zhifei raised his chin towards the two people walking in front: They are not as good as other girls.

nonsense!

I can compare with these two goddesses!

Look at these two people, they are walking faster than the men, their backs are straighter than the men, and the maid named Li is still whistling.

Pei Xiao tugged on Xie Zhifei's arm: What kind of whistle is she, a woman, making sense?
Xie Zhifei narrowed his eyes and asked deliberately: "What kind of music is the girl playing?"

Li Buyan turned around and said, "Rat loves rice."

Pei Xiao: "..." What the hell?

Xie Zhifei: "..." What kind of rice?

Xie Zhifei felt strange in her heart. It didn't look like the words were false. If they were false, she wouldn't blurt it out.

"Who did the girl learn this song from?"

Li Buyan: "My mother!"

Pei Xiaopi added with a smile: "Your mother is really a very special person."

Li Buyan: "How do you know?"

How do I know?

Pei Xiao snorted twice, rolled his eyes silently towards the sky, and thought to himself: Is she stupid and can't hear the sarcasm in my words?
Xie Zhifei took the opportunity to ask, "Where is that girl's mother now?"

Li Buyan pointed to the sky.

Pei Xiao was so frightened that he quickly rolled his eyes again and silently recited in his heart: Amitabha!
Xie Zhifei apologized, "I'm sorry for talking about the girl's sadness."

Li Buyan turned around and smiled: "Don't be sad, it's too late for me to be happy that she can go back."

Pei Xiao: "..." There is something wrong with this goddess's brain!
Xie Zhifei: "..." I'm afraid it's another ancestor!

"Cough cough!"

Yan Sanhe, who had been silent all the way, suddenly coughed twice. Li Buyan shrugged, turned around again, and smiled at Xie Zhifei.

"Third Master has asked me so much, does he have a crush on me?"

Pei Xiao: "..." How come this maid is not ashamed?
Xie Zhifei: "..." This maid is so smart.

Xie Zhifei had an idea and covered his mouth, "Cough cough cough cough..."

Li Buyan raised Yan Sanhe's arm. Although her voice was muffled, everyone could hear her voice.

"Miss, with the confirming look in your eyes, the third master is not interested in wine, but in the landscape and you!"

Yan Sanhe's voice was light, "Huh?"

Li Buyan thought for a while, and then said: "The look of confirmation is not the love between a man and a woman, but curiosity!"

Yan Sanhe's voice was still calm: "Yeah!"

Air stagnates.

Xie Zhifei had no choice but to continue: "Cough cough cough cough cough..."

Pei Xiao looked at the people next to him who wanted to cough up their lungs, and felt proud: "I'm not ashamed, that's good. At least I've been cured of my panic disorder!"
……

While talking, they arrived at the Ji family's ancestral tomb.

Ever since the tomb was dug up by Xie Zhifei and the others, Ji Lingchuan had sent several brave old servants to guard it day and night.

"Miss Yan, the coffin is right there. Do you want to prepare anything?"

"No need!"

Yan Sanhe glanced at the old servants, turned to Ji Lingchuan and said, "If you don't want too many people to know, then..."

Ji Lingchuan glanced at his confidants, who waved their hands and walked far away with the others.

Yan Sanhe immediately glanced at Xie and Pei.

Ji Lingchuan said hurriedly: "Zhifei, you should also stay away."

"By..."

The mouth was covered again.

Xie Zhifei nodded to Yan Sanhe: "Thank you for your hard work, girl."

There was no unnecessary expression on Yan Sanhe's face. He looked at Xie Zhifei with his dark eyes and turned around.

As the footsteps faded away, the wind suddenly stopped, and black clouds billowed in the sky, layer upon layer, like ghosts.

Everything around suddenly became quiet, not even a chirping of insects or birds. Everyone could only hear their own heartbeat, bang bang bang!
Although Ji Lingchuan was over fifty years old, he still couldn't help but tremble in his legs when he saw this vision.Yan Sanhe took out the handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it with one finger after another.

She wiped her hands very slowly and spoke very slowly, "Is this the old lady's birthday this year?"

Ji Lingchuan stuttered, "Six, eight out of sixty."

Yan Sanhe: "Where are you from?"

Ji Lingchuan: "Originally from Guangxi."

Yan Sanhe: "What's your name?"

"This……"

Ji Lingchuan was immediately stunned by the question, and after thinking for a long time, he said, "I only know that my mother's surname is Hu."

You don’t even know your own mother’s name, good son!

Yan Sanhe glanced at Ji Lingchuan coldly, "No words, you go down first!"

"it is good!"

Li Buyan jumped into the grave pit, exerted his strength with both hands, and the half-covered coffin made a creaking sound and moved to the side.

Neither Xie Zhifei nor Pei Xiao went too far.

This sound made the two people's scalps numb and goose bumps appeared on their bodies.

Pei Xiao reflexively jumped up and wanted to jump on Xie Zhifei's back, but he easily dodged it.

Before he could stand still, Xie Zhifei grabbed his arm with his backhand and dragged him out with force.

Pei Xiao was almost knocked down by him, "What are you doing?"

"Shh!"

Xie Zhifei made a silent gesture, walked another dozen feet, then pointed at the big tree in front of him, and silently said three words to Pei Xiao:

"Climb up."

Pei smiled: "..."

Dare you take a peek?

Crazy, this man must be crazy!

……

After wiping the last finger, Yan Sanhe covered his handkerchief and coughed.

Li Buyan stretched out his hand to her.

"Stand still!"

Yan Sanhe confessed to Ji Lingchuan on the side, bent down to hold Li Buyan's hand, and used her strength to jump lightly.

Ji Lingchuan's heart also jumped.

Mrs. Hu's coffin is several times more exquisite than the one seen in the shroud shop, which shows that she was very noble during her lifetime.

The shroud was properly worn, and the body wrapped in it was not rotten at all, but the old lady's face was covered with a layer of black air.

Yan Sanhe's originally calm black eyes suddenly became sharp.

She rolled up her sleeves and put her hand into the coffin.

A strange scene appeared. The black mist that was originally entangled on the old lady's face suddenly wrapped around Yan Sanhe's white jade-like forearm.

The black mist kept pouring out and spreading wantonly, almost swallowing her whole body.

Ji Lingchuan was so frightened that he fell to the ground, covering his mouth with both hands, not daring to make any sound.

"OK OK."

Yan Sanhe's voice was unusually soft, "I'm coming, I'm coming."

The black mist seemed to be able to understand people's words, slowly fading away, and finally gathered on Yan Sanhe's hands.

"Tell me, what else can't you let go of?"

Yan Sanhe covered the old lady's eyes with his hands, and then slowly closed his eyes.

When a person is dying, the people he has met and the things he has experienced in his life will all float through his mind like fleeting glimpses.

Happy, painful, sad, resentful, unforgettable...

Some just pass by, some stay for a moment, and some stay for much longer.

Those thoughts that cannot be expressed will linger in the mind of the deceased for a long time. Even if he takes his last breath, the thoughts will still be there.

Black mist seeped into Yan Sanhe's fingertips, and slowly a picture appeared in front of her eyes.

When she saw the picture clearly, her brows suddenly furrowed.

"What you can't let go of...is it?"

(End of this chapter)