C12 (1/2)

After my grandfather's loud shout, I instantly fainted. I didn't even have the time to voice out the doubts in my heart.

I don't know how much time had passed before I slowly woke up. At first, I was a bit confused and didn't know where I was. I thought I was still sleeping on the single bed at home.

I rubbed my head and let out a groan as if I was sleep-talking. I wanted to prop myself up, but when I touched the wall, I felt something cold and stiff. I almost jumped up. I remembered that I was sleeping on top of the ice coffin.

Thinking up to here, cold sweat started to roll down his forehead in an instant. He could not stop himself from perspiring. He could only hear his own heart beating crazily.

The surroundings were unusually quiet, and a faint moon fell through the doors of the great hall like snow. This should have been a good time to talk about enjoying the moon, but I didn't have the mood to do so.

I'm scared, I'm scared to death!

Gritting my teeth and swallowing my saliva, I looked towards the side hall. The other side was also completely silent. There weren't even any snoring sounds. I suspected that Grandpa and the rest might have slipped away while I was unconscious.

Although I really want to see it, I'm afraid that once I look at it, I won't have the courage to be here alone anymore. Thus, I took in a deep breath of the air that was filled with the scent of incense and started to feel troubled.

Go back to sleep? That would be the easiest way to pass the hard time, of course, but how could I sleep under such circumstances?

Get up? I don't dare, I don't know if what grandpa said was true or not.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that the 200 was a loss. If I knew earlier, I would have added a little more.

Of course, this was just a thought. Although there was no sound behind my back, but it was precisely because of this that I started to panic, wondering if that person had opened his eyes and was looking at me.

I didn't dare to turn around, afraid that I would accidentally see the one lying inside the ice coffin. Thus, like the one below, I could only silently lie there, trying my best to catch my breath and count the number of sheep I had.

”Little brother, little brother …” However, before I could count to one hundred, I heard a sound, as if someone was calling me.

My scalp went numb and I nearly fell off the top of the ice coffin from fright. I immediately shut my eyes tightly and muttered in my heart, ”I'm dreaming. This is an illusion!”

”Little brother, are you asleep?” This time the voice came again, and I heard it very clearly. It was a woman's voice, and it was quite pleasant to hear.

Still, I didn't dare open my eyes. I wondered how anyone had come to me in the dead of night at the funeral home, and the more I thought about it, the more scared I became. I gritted my teeth and kept my eyes shut.

Not long later, I felt a large portion of the sticky sweat on my back, making me feel unspeakably stuffy. But fortunately, the ghost-like voice didn't appear again, and the hall quietened down once more.

I let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from my face, thinking that I could finally open my eyes.

Unfortunately, as soon as I opened my eyes, I caught sight of someone standing beside me.

Ah!” I shivered and closed my eyes once more, at the same time, I shouted for my grandfather, but unfortunately, no matter how I called him, he just didn't reply. In the end, after I scolded 'damned old man, old man', my grandfather's voice slowly drifted out, ”What are you yelling about in the middle of the night for? Just stay here and lie down.

When I heard this, my vision immediately went black. I was so angry that my head started spinning. I even suspected that I was his biological grandson. Why didn't he care about my life and death?

After Grandpa said this, there was no more movement. On the other hand, the woman's voice sounded like a nightmare once again. I was angry and afraid, so I replied angrily, ”What are you shouting for? You're shouting for the soul!”

”Little brother, don't be afraid, I'm just here to see him.” The woman paused and said gently.

”Are you a human or a ghost?” I asked instinctively, but as soon as I opened my mouth, I felt some regret. I thought to myself, what if this woman really is a ghost?

Fortunately, the woman didn't reply to my question. Instead, she started to sob softly, and the sound of her crying echoed in the hall. My scalp went numb, so I could only say, ”Can you not cry? ”It's quite scary.”

However, the woman still didn't answer me. Fortunately, she didn't cry again. I didn't know what she was doing or if she had left.