First line of life

Chapter 10 The Words on the Shroud

Now, the only thing left to do is to open Grandpa's coffin to see if there is anything tricky inside the coffin. I looked at the two sides of the coffin where Mr. Liang and my dad were standing.

Mr. Liang first loosened the seven coffin nails with his hands, and then looked at my dad.

I saw my dad and Mr. Liang put their hands on the coffin board at the same time. After looking at each other, my dad and Mr. Liang pressed hard at the same time.

With a bang, the lid of the coffin was lifted aside instantly, and seeing the empty coffin, Mr. Liang and my dad frowned suddenly.

empty?In other words, the body of the grandfather I am carrying is not fake?So the question now is, how did grandpa get out of this coffin?
Could it be said that grandpa went straight through the coffin and the tomb, and got out of it?This is too outrageous, no one will believe it.

However, the most important thing now is that I don't know how to explain the scene in front of me.

At this moment, my dad got up from under the coffin pit, while Mr. Liang was still frowning, looking and groping inside the coffin.

Knocked on the bottom of the coffin, honestly, no problem, Mr. Liang also got up at this time, and my dad also asked Mr. Liang aloud at this moment.

"Uncle Liang, do you think someone is playing tricks?"

My dad's voice fell, and my heart sank. Someone is playing tricks?The meaning of my dad's picture is easy to understand, that is to say, was grandpa's grave dug up by others?
It is understandable to get the grandfather's body out, then cover the coffin intact and fill the grave.

But why grandpa suddenly appeared in my room, and his hand is still holding my wrist tightly, how can this be explained?

After my dad finished speaking, I saw that Mr. Liang frowned, apparently in deep thought. After a while, Mr. Liang shook his head.

"It doesn't make sense, and I don't rule out this theory. If this is the case, then I'm afraid this matter will be in big trouble."

Mr. Liang's deep voice came out, with a heavy tone in it.

After finishing speaking, Mr. Liang quickly looked at me, and then said: "Okay, let the corpse be put into the coffin first, this is not a solution. The six consciousnesses are sealed with cinnabar, and this time it should not continue to gather Yin evil spirits."

My dad nodded. At this moment, my dad and Mr. Liang put the grandfather behind me down, and carried the room together into the coffin.

Immediately, my dad pulled my grandfather's cuff and said, why is there a piece of cloth missing there?I also noticed that the cuff of the grandfather's shroud is indeed missing a piece.

Mr. Liang's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he said, "Maybe it was because a couple of children were hung up by something when they were running with their backs?"

Indeed, on the way to the ancestral tomb, there are many branches, and it is inevitable to be hung up. Maybe I ran too fast before and didn't pay much attention.

Without paying too much attention, Mr. Liang sighed and said to his grandfather after he cleaned up his grandfather's body.

"Brother Li, everything you ordered me has been dealt with. My son is fine, so you can go at ease and don't make such a fuss."

After muttering a few words, Mr. Liang and my dad closed the lid of the coffin, and the original seven female coffin nails were nailed in again.

In the end, we filled the grandfather's grave together. This process lasted for another half an hour. After finishing, Mr. Liang asked me to burn incense for my grandfather, and finally we went home together.

After arriving at home, Mr. Liang did not leave in a hurry, but gave me a piece of talisman, saying that I was very scared tonight, and those things kept surrounding me, and I gathered some yin energy.

Let me drink the talisman paper, and Mr. Liang said so, I found that this time, I felt cold when I came back from the outside. I thought it was cold outside, but it was still the same when I got home.

Under the supervision of Mr. Liang, I drank the talisman water, and then Mr. Liang got up and left. Before leaving, Mr. Liang told us to close the doors and windows. Apart from that, he didn't say much.

After Mr. Liang left, my dad and I fetched water to wash our feet, and then went to the room to rest. Finally, I couldn't help calling my dad.

Yes, I was still afraid, I asked my dad if I could sleep next to him?My dad frowned, understood what I meant, and said that now that I am older, this is a fear in my heart, and I have to overcome it by myself, and I can't always rely on others.

I was a little puzzled when I heard the words. This should be considered a small request, but my dad didn't even agree to it. In the end, I had to give up and ask my dad if he could change the room with me.

My room has a window, but my dad's room doesn't. When I got up this morning, the window was open. This instinctively reminded me that my grandfather came in through the window, so the window in the room gave me a sense of fear.

Finally, my dad agreed, and I was overjoyed and ran straight into my dad's room. Looking at the closed room, I felt a little relieved in my heart. I fastened the latch and prepared to take off my clothes and go to sleep.

Just as I was taking off my trousers, I suddenly felt that there seemed to be something in the pocket of my trousers. I was stunned, and I quickly reached out to wipe it.

It seemed to be a piece of cloth, I took out the thing in my trouser pocket, a piece of dark blue cloth, the next moment, my whole body shook, and I looked at the piece of green cloth in front of me with some dumbfounded.

The color of this fabric is exactly the same as the shroud on my grandfather's body, and this rag, the more I look at it, the more it looks like the corner of the sleeve of my grandfather's shroud?
No, after looking it over a little bit, I'm almost sure that this is definitely the piece of rag that was hung off the cuff of my grandfather's shroud.

But how did this rag end up in my trouser pocket?My eyes froze suddenly, and I saw something on the back of the shroud fragment.

I quickly turned the rags of the shroud over, and the next moment, my eyes widened suddenly, and my breathing became a little short, because I actually saw a line of writing on the shroud.

What surprised me even more was the content of this line.

"Run away, don't trust anyone."

It's such a simple line of writing, but I can't calm down at all. First of all, the biggest doubt in my heart is who left this line of writing?

The handwriting is a little shallow, and I can't even see what was written on it. What's even more difficult to explain is that the fragments of the shroud are from the sleeve of my grandfather. Who can tear off the fragments and write these words?
And there are not many people who write this word. My dad, Mr. Liang and I went to the ancestral grave tonight. This piece of shroud was obviously put in my trouser pocket tonight.

I must have directly ruled out the possibility, so who left the shroud?My Father?Or Mr. Liang?
If I had to choose one of the two, I would rather trust my dad. If this is the shroud strip he left me, is he hinting at me?Do not trust anyone?

Who is anyone here referring to?Mr. Liang?

No, if my dad left behind, he wouldn't have to beat around the bush like this. Even if he wanted to avoid Mr. Liang, he could tell me this alone after Mr. Liang left.

Could it be that Mr. Liang left it for me?He told me not to trust my dad?Even I feel that this guess is a bit outrageous.

Wait, an even more absurd idea suddenly popped up in my mind at this moment, could this rag of the shroud be left by my grandfather?
Grandpa has been dead for a few days. This idea is indeed not ordinary absurdity, but I suddenly thought of the faint voice in my ear when I was surrounded by so many ghosts.

Looking back now, that wasn't my dad's voice at all, and my grandfather's corpse returned inexplicably, which has overturned my previous cognition.

Therefore, even if I guess that the cloth note was left by my grandfather, I don't feel so hard to accept it.

At this moment, I began to recall, and suddenly, I found that the handwriting of this line of characters was so similar to that of my grandfather. In the past, during the Chinese New Year every year, the pairs posted at home were all written by my grandfather.

And isn't that handwriting the same as the one on the fragment of the shroud?This conclusion is almost the final judgment for me.

Yes, this piece of cloth was left to me by my grandfather, and it was my grandfather who had been dead for a few days.

(End of this chapter)