3.He is not dead

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Jiang Yingbai sneaked over and saw an 80-year-old grandmother squatting outside the yard burning gold ingots made of paper and mumbling something.

"Xiao'er, my Xiao'er, you must be well..."

There were some paper furniture at her feet. When Jiang Yingbai wanted to take a closer look, the old woman suddenly raised her head and looked in Jiang Yingbai's direction.

Without any hesitation, she grabbed everything made of paper, threw it into the fire, and ran away so fast that Jiang Yingbai didn't even react.

Jiang Yingbai sighed with emotion, "This old lady can run so fast."

This was much faster than Jiang Yingbai, a homebody. Looking at the direction in which the old lady was running away, she hesitated whether to chase after her, when a sinister voice suddenly came from behind.

"Why are you here?"

Before Jiang Yingbai turned around, he felt a pair of hands on his shoulders. The cold touch spread through the thin clothes, like ice cubes in the cold winter.

Immediately, countless scenes of domestic ghost movie protagonists being possessed by ghosts came to mind. I wasn’t nervous or nervous. As a good girl who believes in science in the new era, how could she believe in superstition? Ghosts and everything are fake, fake, Jiang Ying Bai silently shouted in his heart.

In his heart, MMP turned around with a smile on his face, "You're still talking about me, I still want to know where you just went." Behind him, Wei Ze had two dark circles under his eyes, a dull expression, and a little hunchback, making him look listless. It's like being robbed.

Jiang Yingbai breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was no scary scene behind him.

Wei Ze didn't seem to hear what Jiang Yingbai said, so he reached out and grabbed Jiang Yingbai's arm and pulled him back, "Let's go."

"Where to go?"

Wei Ze turned around and his eyes were terrifyingly calm.

Jiang Yingbai broke away from Wei Ze's restraints, curious and scared, "What on earth is a black cat?"

Wei Ze still looked at her coldly for a long time before speaking, "I don't know, my memory and eyes are very confused. I always feel that grandpa is dead now, but sometimes I see myself standing in front of grandpa's coffin. Sometimes I feel that my grandpa’s death date will be in a few days.”

Jiang Yingbai carefully recalled what Wei Ze had said, and looked at him with a pair of clear eyes, "It must be the black cat's problem. Every time you lose control, it's because you see the black cat, and it's only after you see the black cat that you lose control." Said your grandfather is dead."

Wei Ze nodded in agreement, feeling vaguely uneasy as if something big was about to happen.

"Isn't there one on both sides of the path? I think your grandpa might..." Jiang Yingbai didn't finish his words but his meaning was very clear.

Wei Ze nodded. Jiang Yingbai didn't notice anything unusual about him. In other words, Wei Ze had been very abnormal from just now until now.

I don't know when the babbling opera sound started to sound, "Let's go to the yard and have a look? By the way, what's going on with this opera sound?" Jiang Yingbai has always been curious about whether such a loud sound will affect his life.

Wei Ze nodded again and walked in front and slowly explained: "My whole family is a bit superstitious and they pay great attention to Feng Shui and folk customs, but I am the only one who is a materialist.

My family is very reluctant to part with my grandfather because of superstition, so my family attaches great importance to the process before my grandfather is buried. I wonder if you have heard of it. Elegies are played to prevent cats and dogs from getting close to the coffin. This is because they are afraid of cats and dogs. Being close also prevents the barking of cats and dogs from being heard by the people in the coffin. It is said that the people in the coffin will come back to life when they hear the barking of cats and dogs. "

Jiang Yingbai nodded, so there is still such a saying.

There was nothing in the middle of the courtyard except piles of burned paper money. In the middle of the mourning hall on the left was a covered coffin, with a person kneeling on both sides. On the front table was a black-and-white photo of a wrinkled old grandfather.

The babbling opera sound came from inside the mourning hall.

Jiang Yingbai glanced at Wei Ze silently, but he still had no expression at all.

This place was changing like his mental state. Jiang Yingbai didn't know if it was his own problem or this place's problem. Was what he saw before all hallucinations?

The man kneeling in the mourning hall seemed to realize that there was someone behind him. He stood up, turned his head and walked towards Wei Ze step by step.

"Oze, you're back," a stiff smile appeared on Wei Qin's vicissitudes of life.

Wei Ze also showed a smile, but it was much more normal than Wei Qin, "Yes, father, I'm back, grandpa..."

Jiang Yingbai took a breath and it seemed that he was back to normal.

Wei Qin sighed and looked at the coffin in the mourning hall, with uncontrollable sadness in his eyes. The old man had always been very kind to him when he was alive, "This is the best, he will die of old age."

Wei Ze nodded with sadness also showing on his face.

Wei Qin looked at Jiang Yingbai, "What is this?"

"This is a very good friend of mine. He came to see me for something," Wei Ze casually made an excuse.

Every time he left home, his grandfather would prepare plenty of food for him. He told him word by word to be careful on the road, to wear more clothes when it was cold, and to tell him when he was bullied, not to endure it alone. Memories kept coming to his mind. Wei Ze couldn't help but feel sad when he thought that such a good grandpa would never come back.

Wei Qin didn't care about the reason for Wei Ze's nonsense. He knew that Wei Ze was very sad now and needed to give him some personal time. He nodded and returned to the mourning hall. "It's getting late, take your friend to rest, you will come tonight too." Memorial Hall."

Wei Ze nodded and took Jiang Yingbai out of the small courtyard. Only now did Jiang Yingbai have time to observe his surroundings.

The courtyard is surrounded by pink walls and green willows are hanging all around. It is dotted with rocks on one side and several white stone roads lead to different buildings. In the middle is a ten-meter-high pavilion surrounded by a pool of water. The pool is full of duckweeds, green and clear. The entire courtyard is magnificent, graceful and luxurious.

Jiang Yingbai sighed inwardly that this family was really rich, but her family was even richer.

Jiang Yingbai was an abandoned baby picked up by an orphanage. He stayed in the orphanage for five years and was adopted by a local rich man who had no wife or children. When he was 15 years old, the rich man died of illness. Before his death, he sold the company and became a small child. Part of the money was donated, and the other part was given to Jiang Yingbai. As for how much Jiang Yingbai had, she didn't know. She only knew that she wouldn't be able to spend the money even if she didn't work in the next life.

She bought villas in several first-tier cities, British-style and European-style detached houses near mountains and seas. Jiang Yingbai had everything she wanted.

Jiang Yingbai was thinking that she had read so many novels where the protagonist relied on the system to get rich and get promoted, marry Bai Fumei and reach the top of life. It seemed that she had never seen a protagonist like her who started out as a 17-year-old with a fortune of hundreds of millions. She thought about her so much. There is no need for a system at all. She has already reached the pinnacle of her life.

Now it was useless no matter how much she thought about it, it was impossible for her to leave here without systematic consent. Jiang Yingbai sighed and accepted the cruel reality. Wei Ze arranged an empty room for Jiang Yingbai on the second floor and left in a hurry.

Jiang Yingbai looked at the second floor with a wide view and nodded with satisfaction. She moved a wooden chair and sat on the balcony to carefully observe the mourning hall.

She was really curious about what would happen over there, and she wanted to confirm what her mission was and how to complete it.