68: 68. The coffin fell to the ground, but the coffin fell to the ground

68. The coffin fell to the ground, but the coffin fell to the ground

Eight days passed in the blink of an eye, which meant that tomorrow would be the day when Grandma would leave. 0

The country customs here had three days, five days, seven days, and nine days. Because they didn't give up, Grandma stayed for a few more days.

Of course, there was another reason. That was because her grandmother was a Divine Granny (Mr. Yin Yang). Nine was also a lucky number for her.

What made me feel ironic was that her so-called sons and daughters had never appeared again except for a glance at them after receiving the notice.

It was a good name to say that there was something at home, so they would come back later.

The more they thought about their reaction, the more they felt amused and angry. However, what could Brother Huzi and I do?

However, when he thought about it, there was nothing strange about the outcome.

After all, what they had done to Grandma back then, when they thought about it, they had never asked about how good or bad Grandma was.

This was an unexpected result.

Sometimes, I couldn't understand why they treated Grandma like this. Was it because Grandma had taken me in as a jinx?

"Feng Er, you can go back. I'll just stay here tonight. There's still a lot to do tomorrow."

"Brother Huzi, I can't sleep. I want to accompany Grandma again." I reached out to take the coat that Brother Huzi handed over and draped it over my body. I looked at Grandma's legacy with a helpless expression.

"Just stay there if you want to. This is the last night. Sigh!" As he spoke, Brother Huzi knelt in front of the brazier and took a dozen of paper coins and started burning them.

Seeing the paper money burning in the brazier, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

I wonder if it was because my grandma made me a dudou. Ever since I put it on, my body gradually began to improve.

Although he hadn't had a good rest and had n' t eaten much in the past few days, he felt that his body had become much more energetic.

Thinking of this, his heart warmed.

However, when he looked at his grandmother's gentle-looking portrait, he felt a wave of sadness. Tears uncontrollably flowed out of his eyes again.

Grandma was thinking about me even when she died, but what did I do? Not only did she not properly repay her kindness in raising her, she even caused her death.

"Stop crying. If you continue to cry, it will affect the child in your stomach. Besides, Grandma has already left. What's the use of crying?"

Wuwu... Brother Huzi, my mom was right... I am indeed a jinx, the death of my grandma... "It's all because of me."

She threw herself into Brother Huzi's embrace, crying about her guilt towards Grandma.

"Alright, in Brother Huzi eyes, you'll always be the best. Do n' t put your words into your heart. It's good to have a clear conscience when doing things."

"But I'm ashamed." Leaving Brother Huzi embrace, I stood there staring intently at Grandma's portrait. My heart was filled with mixed feelings...

"Brother Huzi, if Grandma's death really Shang Yu done, what do you think I should do?"

"This... "It shouldn't be him." Brother Huzi's eyes flickered as he sat on a chair beside him and looked at his grandma's coffin as he defended Shang Yu.

"Brother Huzi, we're the only two here. I hope you can tell me the truth."

"Feng Er, I really don't know. You should stop asking. It's rare for you to be confused."

"It's him, right?"

"I'll go cook." Hearing my questioning tone, Brother Huzi stood up and quickly walked towards the kitchen.

Seeing his retreating figure, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart. From Brother Huzi reaction, although he did n' t say it, the answer had already been revealed.

Besides, the coffin mark that flashed past Grandma's forehead on that day was something I was not sure about.

Shang Yu, you're really good. Just because my grandma wanted to tell me the answer I wanted to know, you killed her. You' re really ruthless!

He glanced at Grandma's portrait again and his eyes glinted with determination.

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On Grandma's day, there were very few people who came. It was because he did n' t want to come into contact with me, a jinx that everyone avoided.

The few people who had come were the villagers who had received Grandma's favor.

I naturally remembered their names and appearances in my heart.

Of course, there were my two uncles, an aunt, and my mother who had gone mad that day.

My mother and my aunt just glared at me and said nothing more.

Originally, they were Grandma's children, but they acted like guests.

However, this didn't matter to me anymore. As long as Grandma was able to settle down peacefully, everything else did n' t matter.

She didn't expect her sword to burst out in anger. Everything went smoothly. Regardless of whether it was a formality or something, her grandmother's children finally cried for a while.

"Son of a filial son, get up!" Following the call from Mr. Yin Yang, Brother Brother Huzi and the other filial sons, I knelt in front of the mourning hall and waited for the coffin.

Following that, the coffin was knocked by four young Men and left the mourning hall. The mourning hall also collapsed under the special skills of the workers (the custom here, the coffin must be removed in an instant when it leaves, otherwise it would be unlucky).

When the coffin left the main entrance, we immediately stood up to follow behind the coffin and cried bitterly, representing our reluctance to part with the old man.

Suddenly, the coffin in front of him fell to the ground.

The sudden situation frightened everyone.

Everyone knew that the coffin had not yet fallen to the ground, which represented bad luck. Such a situation was truly shocking.

"What's going on Brother Huzi?"

"The Ci Coffin is not willing to fall, and the Fierce Coffin is unwilling to fall." As Brother Huzi said that, he immediately ran to his grandma's coffin to check it out.

Seeing him like this, I didn't want to spare him. I could only look at Grandma's coffin worriedly. I didn't know what to do.

"I've already said that you' re a jinx. Now that you're done, I' m not willing to kill your grandma. Even now, you're still giving her bad luck. You' re a jinx. Let's see if I do n' t beat you to death." However, at this moment, my mother's voice sounded from behind.

He couldn't help but sneer in his heart as he slowly turned around and coldly looked at the woman who was pouncing at me.

Only at this moment did I take a close look at my so-called biological mother.

Although he was wearing a filial robe, there wasn't a single filial son who should feel sad and unwilling. There was only hatred and unwillingness.

Looking at her like this, I didn't make any movements. Instead, I completely relaxed and waited for her to attack.

If she wanted to, she could just fight. It would be better if she beat me to death. If she beat me to death, I could go down and accompany Grandma.

Accompany the only loved one in this world who loved me dearly. Fight, hehe...

"Assistant!" As an ice-cold and domineering voice sounded, I could only feel the red dress flash in front of me. Time seemed to stop at this moment...

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