With the intervention of the police station and the forensic investigation results, it was proved that grandpa died due to myocardial infarction, and no signs of homicide were ruled out.
It is normal for the elderly to have physical illnesses. My grandfather had several illnesses during his lifetime, but I never thought that he died of a heart disease.
But things have happened, and my father and I silently accepted it.
My grandfather and I have always helped other people handle their household chores. Now it’s my family’s turn. I’m already familiar with all the procedures. But since I’m a filial grandson, I can’t do the dojo for my grandfather myself. I have to send someone from another village to do the dojo. Invite Mr. Bing.
That day, my father started busy inviting people, but in the evening he came back with a tired look on his face. Not to mention people, not even ghosts.
Looking at my father's helpless expression, I could probably guess the reason.
It was the "corpse giving birth to a son" back then. Not only the villagers were hostile to us, but even our relatives were unwilling to see our father and son.
Therefore, no one is willing to help, no one can blame him.
There was no other way but to spend a lot of money to invite people from the urban funeral home to help, otherwise grandpa would not be able to be buried normally.
"Bring a basin of hot water in, change your grandfather's clothes, and I'll light the incense and light the lamp."
I did as my father said.
What makes me feel strange is that my grandfather has been dead at home for several days. His body should be decayed, but his body is nothing except stiffness, which makes me suspicious.
Due to my lack of academic proficiency, I have half-believed ideas.
The moment I put the hot towel on my grandfather's forehead, he suddenly sat up from the bed, his eyes widened as if they were about to burst out.
"dad!!!"
I was startled by my grandpa's sudden corpse rise. I sat down in the basin and shouted.
My father ran into the room from the living room and was stunned on the spot when he saw his grandfather lifting up his body.
My father helped me up. He looked at my grandfather and spoke the dialect of the family. It was the first time that I heard my honest and honest father swearing, and he also cursed his biological father.
It probably means that grandpa paid for his own sins and did not close his eyes after death, waiting for the next fire to burn him.
My father started crying as he cursed, but Grandpa still didn't move and kept his resentful glare.
"Ayang, don't pay attention to anything. When the funeral parlor comes tomorrow, they will take your grandfather to be cremated!"
My father was so angry that he covered my grandfather with a white cloth and pulled me out of my grandfather's room.
After the door was closed, my father put three sticks of incense in the crack of the door and told me not to open the door until the people from the funeral home arrived.
That night, I couldn't sleep all night, and I vaguely heard movement in my grandpa's room.
At first I thought it was an auditory hallucination, but then I heard the "squeaking" sound of fingernails scratching the wooden board. Years of experience told me that grandpa seemed to have really made some noise. I originally wanted to quietly walk out of the room, but in the end, But I found that my father had locked me up outside!
I had no choice but to go back to bed.
I didn't sleep until after four o'clock when the movement disappeared.
The next day, my father opened the door to my room.
I immediately told him that I heard noises last night, but he contradicted me and said that I was dreaming.
My father also told me that he stayed up all night in the living room last night and could hear the sounds of mosquitoes, cockroaches, and mice. Only grandpa’s room was the quietest. He also knew that I wanted to escape from the room last night.
Since my father said this, I have no objection and will treat it as an auditory hallucination.
At ten o'clock, rapid footsteps came from the alley outside the home. The person who came was not a funeral home worker, but Mr. Bing who lived in another village.
The arrival of Mr. Bing made me anxious and uneasy. I have been afraid of him since I was a child. He looks down on everyone from a high position, even if my grandfather is his brother, he will not give him face. At that time, he even put down his cruel words. If I, a zombie, can survive, he will It will definitely kill me.
But to this day, Master Bing has never done anything. Every time I see Master Bing, I feel like he will really kill me.
As his father led Master Bing to his grandfather's room, Master Bing lifted up the white cloth. Grandpa still had the wide-eyed expression from yesterday, and his body was as stiff as ever.
Master Bing observed his grandfather's body, his expression getting increasingly ugly.
Like his grandfather, he is a person who is proficient in the five arts. At this time, he should have seen something wrong.
"Take a good look at what he has become now!"
"The body is stiff, the eyes are still open to death, the hair on the whole body has fallen off, only the nails are growing, the soul has left the body, the soul has not dissipated, the corpse has become evil!"
I can generally understand what Master Bing said. The summary is that Grandpa is no longer an ordinary corpse, but a corpse that is about to become a zombie.
"Burn it! You can't keep it! It's so damn unlucky!" Mr. Bing cursed in front of his father.
"You can't burn it. My father told me not to touch the fire before he died!" My father firmly disagreed and had to leave the whole body of my grandfather.
Master Bing was angry when he suddenly grabbed me and dragged me around like a dog, grabbed my face and said angrily.
"Fifteen years ago, how many times did I tell you that a corpse gives birth to a son rather than a disaster! My eldest brother used other methods to save his grandson, but he ended up in this situation. You still want to leave your father's intact corpse? You have to know Your father may come back to life at any time!"
Mr. Bing’s last sentence of “come to life” was so loud that it was not a resurrection, but a corpse transformation.
My father was silent and couldn't make up his mind.
"This is his own fault. I have told him many times, don't raise corpse babies! Don't raise corpse babies!" Master Bing threw me to my father's side, pointed at his nose and yelled: "I'll give you two choices. Burn your father's body. However, you can keep his whole body, but not your son!"
What Master Bing said is nothing more than saying that there must be one person left between me and grandpa.
As a result, my father suddenly kicked Mr. Bing angrily, pointed at Mr. Bing and cursed loudly. After all, he and my grandfather were brothers, so why did he keep thinking about the dead people in our family?
The two of them quarreled, and I tried to break up the fight, but we finally broke up.
Before Mr. Bing left, he said harsh words to his father.
"Beixun, you will regret it!"
My father became even more angry after hearing this. The moment he picked up the hatchet, Master Bing left my house in despair.
After my father calmed down, he told me that the staff of the funeral home had actually arrived at the entrance of the village, but they were stopped by the villagers and they did not allow the funeral home to collect my grandfather's body. In the past ten years, the villagers have never stopped, and our family has not left the village for a day. , will not give us a good life even for a single day!
That night, my father still didn't sleep. He was thinking about what to do with his grandfather's body.
Early on the third day, while I was still sleeping, my door was kicked open and a bunch of people poured into my house.
Before I could realize what was happening, I opened my eyes in a daze, only to find someone grabbed me by the throat, slapped me a few times, and then dragged me off the bed and dragged me to the living room.
I was shocked to find that my home was crowded with villagers, and my father was sitting on the ground in a miserable state, his head covered with blood.
Amidst the condemnation and abuse from everyone, another group of people walked out of the back hall of my house. Grandpa’s body was tied to a wooden board with hemp ropes, and there was a purple talisman on his forehead. The one following behind turned out to be Master Bing!
