C12 (2/2)

”You two are forcing me, now you've gone to your grandfather's house to serve that blind old ancestor!” the mother said angrily.

I couldn't help but be scared. ”Mother, you can't leave me alone to guard the spirit. You have to be my companion!”

The mother said, ”People who guard the spirit are all juniors. I am of the same generation, and I am guarding the dead, how could I be afraid of losing my life? ”

No one carried me back to the West Wing, whether I wanted to or not. I sat down in the rattan chair, took a deep breath, and tried to get up. As soon as he exerted his strength, his crotch felt a pain as sharp as a knife. He found it hard to endure, and he immediately let it go. He could only collapse and cry. He burned some yellow paper for his father.

In the blink of an eye, it was already late and the guests had all left. Only Mother and I were in the living room. The candles were burning and the pea-yellow flames were flickering. The yellow paper in the basin continued to burn. I tossed the yellow paper into the basin one by one, pouring a glass of wine every half hour. I couldn't break it until midnight. So that the souls of the dead can go on their way when they are full. After midnight, when the world sank into the shade, the souls of the dead would be able to eat Yang food, which was also a tribute.

The offerings were large pork chunks spread with soy sauce and yellow cakes made from eggs. Even deities loved to eat these two kinds of Yang Rice. If the Yang Rice was not inedible, then the people who provided the offerings would not be able to eat it even if they were not pious in heart. Otherwise, the Gods and ghosts would be easily struck by lightning.

His mother yawned and wiped the tears at the corner of her eyes. ”Shier, it's almost 12, I'm going to sleep. You can guard here by yourself!”

”Mother,” I cried, ”I'm afraid here!”

The mother scolded: ”Shier, this is not an outsider. This is your father, how can you be afraid of him! Could it be that your father will scare you?! ”

”He was a father and son when he was alive. After he died, my father understood that I was enemies with him. In his previous life, he owed me. I came to collect debts from him in my life, so I became his son! He will definitely be angry with me! ” I quibble.

No matter what, my mother still went to sleep inside the East Room, leaving me alone to guard the spirit in the hall.

Drip! The clock on the wall chimed. It was midnight. I stopped burning yellow paper into the Yin-Yang basin. Then I remembered that I had forgotten to ask someone to move the rattan chair away from me. It was too close to the body. He could reach out and touch his father's face. His face was covered again with yellow paper.

Except for the flickering flame of the candle, the movement of the shadow cast on the wall, and me, who kept turning my head to look, everything in the room was quiet.

As time passed, I grew drowsy. He unknowingly closed his eyes, opened his mouth wide, and started snoring.

I don't know when, but my sleep is gone, but my eyes are still closed, and I know I'm drooling in my mouth. He heard those footsteps again. Only this time it was much clearer than last night in the West Room, as if someone were walking beside me. A buzz went through my head and I was stunned.

After a long time, I gradually recovered from my stupor. Footsteps were still ringing in his ears, bada bada bada, one after another, very clear. My body gave a solid jolt, and my hair stood on end and a layer of goosebumps appeared on my skin. Despite my intense fear, my curiosity was piqued. I slowly opened my eyes a crack.

As a result, I saw a terrifying scene that I would never forget for the rest of my life. Let me rather blind myself!

If he wanted to know more about the future, it would be revealed tomorrow. He thanked everyone for their support. Please do not hesitate to recommend and reward them.