The dead mouse just returned to the mirror. My mother was woken up by the noise. She came out of the bedroom yawning and said to us, "Why are you still not sleeping so late? You are shouting outside. Don't wake up the neighbors."
I nodded: "Shen Bing and I have had enough sleep during the day, and we can't sleep at night, so we are playing rock-paper-scissors."
"Yes, yes, let's play rock-paper-scissors, and whoever loses gets a turtle painted on his head. Just now, the bumpkin lost and cheated, and didn't allow the turtle to be painted on his head..."
Shen Bing was quick to respond, and even made up a lie about drawing a turtle. My mother was so amused that she said to her earnestly, "Why don't you try something else? Drawing a turtle on your man's face is like accusing yourself of being unfaithful to your husband, isn't it?"
"Well, yes, yes, only country bumpkins want to play with this." She said and glared at me.
I fainted. I said I wanted to play rock-paper-scissors, I didn't say I wanted to draw a turtle, and you still have the nerve to blame me.
Mom told us not to play too late and went to the bathroom. I glared at her and was about to take revenge, when suddenly there was a knock on the kitchen window. I thought to myself, who is this? Knocking on someone's window in the middle of the night, how wicked! But I immediately realized that this was the seventh floor. Damn, how could a living person climb that high
My scalp suddenly tightened, and I winked at Shen Bing. She immediately picked up her backpack and ran to the kitchen behind me. I saw a ghost face outside the window, tapping it gently with its ghost claws.
Damn it, it was indeed a ghost that had nothing better to do, blindly coming here to cause trouble. I opened the window and was about to throw out copper coins to let this dead thing have a taste of the soul-locking feeling.
"Nephew, it's me..."
We were both startled. We took a closer look and saw that it was the old lady. Didn't she go to Zhaozhuang to ask someone to pick up her ashes? Why did she come here to find us again? Could it be that the female ghost was pretending to be us in order to cheat us out of our gold ingots
"Auntie..."
I had just said two words when my mother came out of the bathroom and stood in the living room and asked us, "What are you doing in the kitchen?"
Shen Bing and I were so scared that we quickly turned around and blocked the old lady. I smiled and said, "We were afraid that we would wake you up in the living room, so we moved to the kitchen to play games."
"Oh, they are really two grown-up kids." Mom complained with a smile and turned back to the bedroom.
We waited until mom closed the door before we turned around and let the old lady in through the window. We closed the kitchen door and spoke in low voices so mom wouldn't be able to hear us.
The old lady told us that Ruoruo was her goddaughter, and her ashes had been hidden by bad people, so she couldn't be reincarnated in the underworld. She learned that the person hadn't come back in the past few days, so she bribed a fortune teller and found out that Ruoruo's ashes were buried in a cemetery in Zhaozhuang, and were sealed with talismans. They agreed to take out the ashes tonight and let Ruoruo go to the underworld.
But after taking out the ashes from the Zhaozhuang cemetery, they found that some of them were missing, which happened to be the ashes of Ruoruo's feet. It seemed that they were entangled by the red thread. Ruoruo's feet were dragged after trying several times, and she couldn't enter the gate of the underworld. The mother and daughter were very anxious. The gentleman who helped said that he had tried his best and couldn't find the ashes of the feet. The old lady thought of me, so she rushed to ask me for help before dawn.
I'm familiar with Zhaozhuang, I've been there twice. It's in the suburbs of the provincial capital, the village where Zhao Chengshi lived. It was reasonable for Gong Cuiruo to have her ashes withheld by him and hidden in his hometown. But now it's three o'clock, the time when ghosts gather, there's no time to look for the ashes of her feet.