The woman pulled the boy's arm with a helpless and impatient expression, but no matter how she pulled, he couldn't move him. The boy stubbornly squatted on the ground and cried, but he didn't take a step with the woman.
The teenager cried and shouted, "Don't... I don't want to go to the city! I don't want to go to the city! I don't want to go, I want to be with grandpa!"
"You child, why are you doing this!" The boy's parents reprimanded and dragged him, but they couldn't drag him.
Grandpa came out of the house at this moment. His face was ashen, and his face was covered with clouds. As soon as he went out, he pointed at the boy and cursed angrily.
"What are you doing? You're going to turn against you, little bastard. Your father and mother worked so hard to make money for you to go to school in the big city, but you're still turning against you! You're still a thing!"
The boy was stunned when he heard it, and then the tears couldn't stop streaming down.
"Crying, why are you crying! What kind of tears does a man shed!" Grandpa still frowned, with an angry look on his face, "I'm worthless! I don't have a worthless grandson like you, so hurry up! Hurry up!"
Finally, the teenager cried and left the village under the pull of his parents. Grandpa was still standing in the yard, staring at the willow tree, wondering what he was thinking.
"Old man, you scolded too hard."
Grandma walked out of the house slowly, still holding the mended clothes in her hand.
"My baby is going to go to school in a big city, what a wonderful thing." Grandpa muttered, but he couldn't tell how much emotion was hidden in it, "You can't let the baby just miss me and not know how to study hard. That's not okay."
Memories that did not belong to me flowed into my brain like running water. I watched scenes one after another, and suddenly felt uneasy that I had peeped into other people’s privacy.
At this moment, those revolving lantern memories disappeared. A void of darkness appeared in front of my eyes, and when I was wondering, a strange sound appeared in my ears.
It was the sound of bells. A very crisp bell sounded in my ears, as if the sound could penetrate the space, one sound at a time, as if beating on a person's heart.
At this time, I saw a figure in front of the darkness, slowly walking forward. I trotted a few steps to catch up and found that the man was none other than Shi Yitong's grandfather.
I subconsciously called out to him, "You, are you Shi Yitong's grandfather?"
However, the only answer to me was silence.
"Grandpa! Where are you going?" I wanted to catch up, but the darkness around me suddenly disappeared.
I was woken up by a voice.
Someone seemed to be shouting, very loudly, in the next room.
I jumped out of bed and rushed out of the room. The person who was yelling was Shi Yitong. He barely slept last night and stayed in his grandfather's room to take care of him. When I rushed over, Shi Yitong was patting his grandfather's cheek, with a desperate expression on his face, and kept shouting, "Grandpa, grandpa, grandpa? Grandpa! What's wrong with you, wake up!"
I stood firmly outside the room, I really wanted to ask what happened, but looking at Shi Yitong like that, I felt my throat was dry and I couldn't say anything.
But Shi Yitong turned to me first. He pursed his lips tightly and opened his eyes wide. The expression on his face was not so much sadness as shock.
"Gu Yu, my grandfather... he's out of breath."
Shi Yitong's grandfather passed away. The time when he died was around the time when I had that strange dream.
After a while, grandma also rushed over after hearing the sound. After saying "Ouch", he covered his mouth and began to cry silently. And Shi Yitong stood blankly beside his grandfather's bed, as if he didn't even have the strength to cry.
I was at a loss in the face of all this, and when I was thinking about what to say, Shi Yitong suddenly became excited.
"My grandpa is dead! It's impossible, why! It must be something wrong with that magic stick surnamed Wen! What did he want to do, why did he kill my grandpa!"
Shi Yitong's eyes turned red, like an angry little lion.
"Calm down! I don't know what's going on, and it may not be..." I reached out to stop him, but unexpectedly he pushed him away.
"It's the magic stick you were looking for! Go and find him!" Shi Yitong roared, "I will definitely let him die!"
Shi Yitong was about to lose his mind, when the chaos was beyond control, I heard a voice.
"I heard that some people here wish me a bad death."
This voice is!
Shi Yitong and I both turned our heads and saw Mr. Wen standing firmly in the middle of the yard. He has a smile in his eyes, his long hair is crowned, and he wears a black crown hat. He was dressed in black cloth, with a wide skirt and a long hem fluttering in the wind. On the back is a complete picture of the eight trigrams of heaven and earth.
It is Taoist robe. Black Taoist robes, never seen before.
Shi Yitong was also stunned, but soon frowned, "Who is this person? What are you doing at my house!"
I was about to answer, but Mr. Wen over there spoke first.
"The surname is Wen, and the reason for coming here is..." Mr. Wen looked at Shi Yitong calmly, neither humble nor overbearing, "Save the people on the other side who are floating on the other side."
"Wen? Hey, are you that magic stick surnamed Wen!" Shi Yitong immediately roared angrily. If I hadn't stopped him by the side, he would have punched Mr. Wen in the face, "You come out!" Not only did your bad idea fail to save my grandfather, but it even killed him! You still have the face to come here now, see if I—"
Mr. Wen glanced at Shi Yitong, then at me who was at a loss, and interrupted him flatly.
"I never said that my method can save people."
Shi Yitong and I were stunned for a moment, "What?"
"If you don't believe me, you can ask your friend." Mr. Wen pointed to my position with his chin, and said lightly, "When you came to my store, why did I promise you to save people?"
Shi Yitong also looked at me, and I was dumbfounded all of a sudden, "This..."
In that weird old house that day, he did not make a promise, he just said "you will know if you try it". but-
"How can you be a demon master like this!" I shouted at him angrily, "You yourself said that you solve problems for people, how can you be so deceiving? This is a human life!"
"Who said I lied to you?" Mr. Wen was still unmoved, and said calmly, "Don't you remember what you worried about when you asked me for help that day?"
What? I'm at a loss.
Before I could answer, he spoke first. "What you are worried about is the sound made by this nanmu coffin in the middle of the night, right? Then let me ask you, did this coffin ring again last night?"