C6 (1/2)

Looking at the dirt on my father's ankles, I was extremely shocked. In my mind, I suddenly recalled the scene where my grandfather and father were together in the early hours of the morning.

But in any case, my father had been miserable all his life, and I couldn't let him just lie there on the dirt, so I gritted my teeth and gently put my father down and started to dig the grave on my grandfather's grave with my hands.

”Fan Youzi, you can't do this.” Grandpa Chen quickly walked over and pulled me back, ”This is clan blood binding, you can't do this ah!”

”Blood Bind?” After hearing what Grandpa Chen said, I immediately cried out in surprise, while the surrounding people who heard his words immediately cried out in surprise.

This means that your grandfather wanted to take your father away. If you were to rashly dig up the grave of your Mu family, it would be with your grandfather's consent! ”Grandfather Chen's expression was extremely ugly as he looked at me with a changed expression.” If you want to take away your father's body, you must first look at your grandfather.

”I have an idea.” At this moment, a voice came out, and I looked back as if I had seen my savior. I saw that this person's hair was messy, and his hands were full of calluses.

When my father was alive, I had heard of this man. He usually not only made tables and stools for the villagers, but also made coffins for the old people who died in the village. I heard that he had some sort of evil nature and could see things that others couldn't.

No matter what, after a family member dies, they can't just leave them like this. We must bury them in the ground and rest in peace. ”As soon as Carpenter Liu spoke, the surrounding people immediately nodded,” I've heard of the clan blood shackles. As long as the descendant's blood drips on the grave, if the old man agrees, there will naturally be no problem. ”

Therefore, without saying a word, I cut open my finger and dripped a few drops of blood on Grandpa's grave. Just as my blood fell into the grave, it disappeared in the blink of an eye, and at the same time, a cold wind suddenly blew out from all around us, causing the grass to fly in all directions. I hurriedly used my hand to block it, but unexpectedly, my feet unsteadily stumbled and touched my father's body.

Although this strike was extremely light, with a ”peng” sound, his father's body unexpectedly rolled on the ground and his feet were pulled out from his grandfather's grave.

”Ya, this is truly a god!” When the surrounding people saw this, they were first extremely terrified, and then they couldn't help but cry out in alarm.

I took the opportunity to quickly carry my father on my back. I walked up to Liu's side and said, ”Uncle Liu, I'll have to trouble you to make a coffin for my father so that he can have a decent appearance.”

However, hearing my words, Carpenter Liu started to hesitate. In the end, he whispered, ”Carpenter, carry your father back first.”

With the help of the village's seniors, the mourning hall, incense candles, paper money, mourning garments, and the like were quickly opened. As for me, I knelt in front of my father's memorial tablet with a wooden face, doing the last thing I could do as a son.

Regret, frustration, sadness, and countless emotions intertwined in my heart. Looking at my father lying on the spirit collapsed without moving, as though he was asleep, I even had thoughts of leaving with him.

The words I heard from the tombs were still lingering in my ears. I kept thinking, ever since I was born, my loved ones have left me one after another. Could it be that I will really be the one to kill them?

However, no one could answer my question!

I am the only son of the Mu Clan, and also the only night watchman.

It was already late at night and the rain was drizzling heavily. The helpers all left one by one. I stood up in a daze and knelt beside my father's corpse. I kept throwing paper money into the brazier.

At this moment, a person appeared in my father's memorial hall. I raised my head and saw that it was an old man dressed in black and wearing a pair of black cloth shoes with a white face. He looked extremely clean.

Although I was curious, I gave a slight bow in return out of etiquette.

However, after a short while, there were a few other weird people who appeared in his father's mourning hall. They were all dressed in black and looked surprisingly clean. They quietly came and went.

The whole process was as silent as a silent movie.

I was so immersed in the grief of my father's death that I said nothing but a polite reply.