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When my voice dropped, Malachi turned around and looked at me with an indescribable expression in his eyes.

Malachi also did not speak, directly took out a packet of tobacco, wrapped a cigarette and lit it, and then made a sound and asked me what doubts I had?

With great joy in my heart, I quickly turned to Malachi and asked if the strange shroud on Grandpa's body was made by his hand.

As soon as I finished, I saw Malachi's brow furrow, look at me dead, and ask me aloud, "You didn't touch anything on that table?"

Malachi's words startled me slightly, and then I realized that Malachi was talking about the two scarecrows on the table.

I quickly shook my head and told Malachi that I did not understand, so I did not dare to move, and then I saw that Malachi's nervous look was also slightly relaxed.

Then Malachi took a drag from his cigarette and told me aloud, "Yes, I made that thing."

I had a hunch, but hearing Malachi tell me this in person filled me with an indescribable shock.

But what I'm looking forward to is that I want to get more answers, and Malachi can tell me more of what I want to know.

Almost without waiting, I asked Malachi, why did he make this strange shroud? Why it was on me before, and then it was on Grandpa.

Malachi kept smoking the cigarette in his hand, and this time Malachi was also silent. After half a sound, Malachi smoked the cigarette in his hand.

Then he turned his head and looked at his grandfather's coffin behind him. Malachi gave a long sigh and said in a deep voice, "Son, you have to be proud, your grandfather did everything for you!"

I frowned at Malachi's answer, and it was clear that Malachi wasn't telling me what the real answer meant.

And I was still a little unwilling to ask Malachi again, but this time Malachi stopped and told me directly.

"Come on, son, you don't ask, the only thing you have to do now is to live well, and you don't care about the rest, don't ask."

After saying this, I saw that Malachi actually closed his eyes directly, and some subtle snoring came out, and my heart was lost.

I knew that Malachi had not slept at all, that he did not want to answer my questions, so he pretended to sleep, and I sighed, it seemed that there was no answer.

But I can't know these things, I must think of something else to ask? Because I know Malachi knows a lot of things.

At this moment, I suddenly thought of the bruises on my hands, which was caught by my grandfather, but now, I found that the bruises did not dissipate a little, all the time.

So I said to Malachi, what's with the bruise? I remember Malachi asked to see my hand, and when he saw the bruise, Malachi looked a little weird.

I didn't think Malachi would answer me, but as soon as I finished, Malachi said quietly, "That's what your grandfather left you. I don't know anything else."

Smell of words I frown, grandpa left me? Or is this something good?

Then I thought of the footprints in the yard, which had not disappeared until daylight hours the next day, and I asked Malachi what they were about. Why am I the only one who can see it?

This time, Malachi was silent, apparently not wanting to tell me, and asked several questions in succession, but Malachi still did not answer, and I knew that it was useless to ask any more questions.

So I quieted down and sat next to Malachi, who told me to watch my grandfather's coffin at night and remember to oil the seven oil lamps beneath it.

And be careful, the lights can't be turned off, and then Grandpa's coffin incense has to be watched.

That night, although I was still very nervous, but fortunately there was no danger, until dawn, Grandpa's coffin did not make any movement.

After dawn, my father got up, went to the hall to take a look, and found that nothing happened, my father was also relieved.

The villagers also came to our house again, and this time, to avoid other troubles, Malachi chose to take my grandfather up the hill at noon to be buried.

Everything went well, grandpa was buried in the Li family's ancestral grave, speaking of ancestral grave, in fact, I do not understand one point, that is my mother's grave.

My mother's grave is not buried in the ancestral grave, but in the back hill of our house.

According to the reason, my mother married my father, that is our family, after the death should also be buried near the ancestral grave, but my mother did not bury in our ancestral grave in Lijia village.

With Malachi's guidance, the coffin was carried out without any problems, and Grandpa was successfully buried, but because the coffin was nailed, we did not have a chance to see him for the last time.

After Grandpa was buried, the house was quite quiet, because grandpa died, my father decided not to go out of the house, which made me quite happy.

Grandpa left, the family and my grandmother, and after a while, the results of the college entrance examination came out, I have to go to college, then grandma alone, which is obviously not good.

Now my father can come back to accompany grandma is also a good thing, and this night, finally can have a good sleep, grandpa outdated these days, every day is a good sleep.

After lying down in bed, I did not take long to fall asleep, perhaps because I was too tired, unconsciously, I actually felt myself dreaming of grandpa.

In the dream, grandpa looks a little ferocious, his face a livid, the expression is ferocious terrible, gnashing teeth here, drum a pair of eyes full of blood.

But Grandpa's eyes were not looking at me, but looking in the other direction, faint, I seemed to hear that slight sound again.

"Where are you, child? I am a mother!"

The sound seemed to be in my ear. I wanted to turn my head to see what was in the position where Grandpa was looking, but I found that I could not turn my head.

I don't know if you have a feeling that when you are dreaming, in fact, you know that you are dreaming.

Sometimes if the dream is good, you don't want to wake up, but other times when you have a bad dream, you force yourself to wake up, like shaking your head.

Anyway, I have this feeling, so now I try to control myself, let myself wake up. This approach is useful.

The moment I woke up, I was gasping for air, but the next moment, I felt a pain in my wrist.

I quickly looked over my hand and saw a pale, wrinkled palm gripping my wrist.

Seeing this scene, my heart skipped a beat. I opened my mouth wide and looked up along my hand. The next moment, I could not help but scream.

Because at my bedside, Grandpa's body was standing upright, his body was wearing the strange shroud, and the fierce face on his face was exactly the same as my dream.

He was full of bloodshot eyes, looking at my window, the only thing that was different from the dream is that at this moment, my grandfather grabbed my wrist, so that I had some pain, and the dream did not.

I turned my head and found that the window around me did not know when to open it. I clearly remember closing the window last night.

At this moment, my voice attracted my father and my grandmother outside, when I saw grandpa's upright body moment, my father's face suddenly collapsed, and my grandmother was directly bawling.

"You old immortal, you leave, even if you have to toss the baby, this is the only child in Lao Li's family."

Grandma cried. And while crying and beating grandpa's body, my father did not speak at the side, but in the moment when grandma's voice fell, I unexpectedly found grandpa's hand gripping my wrist loosened, and naturally fell next to the body.

This is amazing. Isn't Grandpa supposed to have stiff muscles when he's been dead for a few days?