After being discharged from the hospital, nothing seemed to have happened.
There was so much noise that night that no one noticed that something happened at my house.
The home was in ruins, all the furniture had been scrapped and had to be renovated.
I don’t know how my father would feel when he saw this look.
When it comes to his father, he has been away from home for more than half a month. Not only has there been no news, he has not even called back.
As for the second uncle, every day is normal.
I still have the suicide note that Mr. Bing left before his death, and I still have all kinds of suspicions about my second uncle.
On this day, my second uncle suddenly started chatting with me.
"Ayang, don't you believe me?"
My second uncle’s question stopped me.
For a moment, I didn’t know how to answer my second uncle.
At this time, the second uncle took out a small gadget. At first glance, wasn't this the corpse tray that Master Lu Qing gave me?
I just remembered that there is such a thing.
"Did Master Lu Qing give it to you?" asked the second uncle.
I didn't give an answer, and my second uncle nodded, seeing through my thoughts.
Just when the relationship between us became tense, there was a knock on the door, and the tense atmosphere was interrupted by the visitor.
Turning around, he saw several men in suits coming.
One of them had a slicked-back hair, and he was clearly the leader of the group by looking at his attire.
"Wang Tianhong, the day is here, come with us."
The man with the greasy hair had a serious face, and he didn't look like he was a good person.
The second uncle who has always been fearless chose to remain silent this time.
The man glanced at me and smiled meaningfully.
Then, several other men in suits came to the second uncle and put a pair of handcuffs on the second uncle.
"what!"
I yelled.
Although I was dubious about my second uncle, he was safe and sound and did not commit any crime during the time he was home. Why did he have to be handcuffed again?
"Ayang! Don't mind my business."
My second uncle stopped me and prevented me from messing around.
There was not much conversation, and the second uncle did not resist, so he was taken away.
This time, the whole village saw their second uncle being taken away again.
Last time, the second uncle surrendered. This time, someone came to arrest the second uncle.
I chased out the door, but was stopped by my second uncle.
"Go back! Don't follow!"
The second uncle shouted to me.
I froze in place, not daring to disobey the order.
"I have done what I need to do. Whether we can meet again in the future depends on whether you are alive or not."
The second uncle smiled and said the last words to me.
His smile was so captivating that I had all kinds of guesses.
Especially what he said, "Are you alive?" made me even more suspicious of my second uncle.
Under the watchful eyes of the whole village, the second uncle was taken into a private car.
But the greasy-haired man didn't leave in a hurry. He stopped at the door of my house and seemed to have something to say to me.
"Are you Wang Yang?"
I didn't say anything, just glanced at him.
"My name is Liang Jie, director of Bureau 749."
The oil-backed man told me his name and identity.
"Will my second uncle go back to jail again?" I asked.
"Jail?" Liang Jie smiled slightly: "Not necessarily, he might be shot directly."
"Shot!" The corners of my mouth trembled, not knowing what to say.
I don’t know why Liang Jie’s tone sounded like he was joking.
At the entrance of the alley, someone called him "Liang Bureau". Liang Jie stopped talking to me and hurriedly left my sight.
But I don’t know what 749 rounds are.
But I know he is a director.
If the director can arrest people in person, one can imagine how serious the second uncle's crime is.
My second uncle was handcuffed and taken away again. I called my father like crazy.
But still no one answered.
At only fifteen years old, I was confused.
Grandpa and Master Bing are dead, my father has been missing for several months, and my second uncle was arrested again and imprisoned, possibly as a result of being shot.
Now I am the only one left at home...
I thought my father would come back later.
But the fact slapped me in the face. I have been waiting for this for five years!
Five whole years!
From the time I was 15 until I was 20, my father still didn't come home.
Even if I went to the police station to report the crime, the police station could not do anything and they could not find any clues.
In order to survive, I choose to keep my head down and be a human being.
I almost died at the hands of my grandfather when I was fifteen years old. If I had been academically lean, I wouldn't have been bullied.
Therefore, in the past five years, I have worked hard to study the five arts of Taoism.
I have mastered all the books that my grandfather left behind.
At the same time, my reputation spread throughout the country.
Some of them call me Dao Gong, some call me Taoist priest, some call me Mr. Yin Yang, and some call me Great God...
At only 20 years old, I made a name for myself through the dead-man business.
When my second uncle was taken away that year, he told me that he wanted me to live well.
When I dream, I often dream about my grandfather, and he also tells me that people cannot stand firmly if they are not ruthless.
If I still live in secret like my father, I will continue to be bullied by the villagers.
Maybe it's because the people in the village feel sorry for me.
My grandfather died unexpectedly, my father was never heard from, and my second uncle was arrested and imprisoned.
I was even rated as a five-guarantee household.
The village committee brought me money, rice, oil and salt, but I refused them all.
I don’t rely on others’ charity, I rely on my own efforts.
On the night of my 20th birthday, I didn’t celebrate my birthday. I just spent a little money on myself and changed from Wuye Shen to Huazi.
At eleven o'clock in the night, I brought the tributes to the evil mountain where my grandfather was buried.
The reason why I chose to come here at night is because of my profession and I am used to living at night. I feel particularly energetic at night when it comes to anything related to the dead.
But I also came here for another reason, and that was to place a brand new urn coffin on the mountain.
Just a week ago, there was a family whose child was just one month old. The family was happily serving wine, and the guests were all hugging the child and pampering them. However, because there were too many people vying to hold the child, all kinds of robbery occurred, and accidentally Throw the child into the boiling hot pot.
Children's skin is already tender, and the hot pot contains oil and is always scalding hot.
The child died immediately after falling in.
It was useless no matter how sad the owner was. Later they found me and asked me to choose a place for their child to be buried.
The first thing I thought of was Evil Mountain and Urn Coffin Burial.
But the owner was very reluctant after hearing this opinion. They would rather spend more money to bury the child in a good place.
I can make them give up their thoughts with just one word.
"Do you know who is buried on that mountain?"
"who?"
"My grandfather, Wang Jiankun!"
So, I brought my brand new urn coffin to Xie Mountain and chose a place to put it down.
A dark wind blew while I was lighting incense. According to the rules, I had to burn the ghost coins before I could leave.
The cold wind blew by, and even the incense could not be lit.
A thin sound came from his ears, and the little ghost in the mountain became restless again.
"Stay away!"
I stared at a certain patch of grass and cursed.
As soon as he finished speaking, the wind stopped and the surroundings returned to calm.
The ghosts of these little ghosts linger, and they can never be reincarnated.
Upon noticing that a new dead baby is buried here, other little ghosts will come to bully the new dead baby, so that the dead baby will become more resentful and unable to be reincarnated like them, and will stay on this mountain as little ghosts forever.
In the kid's mind, they are just having fun and don't know the importance of disturbing other people's reincarnation.
In the past, I would have run away, but now it's not as good as it used to be. If these brats dare to cause trouble, I'll let them disappear into ashes.
After handling the new urn coffin, I went to the top of the mountain.
There is no grass growing in the area of several hundred meters around my grandfather's grave. There was once a giant tree with a history of hundreds of years that withered because my grandfather was buried here.
The corpse aura was so strong that there was no life around him.
It is also because of grandpa that the evil spirit of this mountain can be stabilized.
"Grandpa, I'm here again."
"My dad still hasn't been found. Don't worry. I won't give up if I want to see him alive or his body if he dies."
"I don't know if you, old man, have reincarnated. If so, tell me a dream."
I squatted in front of my grandfather's grave and burned paper. I vaguely remembered that my grandfather liked to smoke when he was alive, so I threw a piece of paper and burned it in front of my grandfather's grave.
Every time I come to pay homage to my grandfather, I will talk to myself here.
While I was smoking, my cell phone rang.
This is not my mobile phone, but my second uncle’s mobile phone.
The second uncle was taken away without leaving a penny, but he hid a mobile phone.
This is an elderly-style black and white Nokia. It only has the functions of making calls and sending text messages. It has dozens of numbers stored in it, but there are no names.
"Hello? Who is this? I'm not Wang Tianhong, Wang Tianhong is in jail." I have become accustomed to all kinds of strange phone calls.
"Are you a family member of Wang Beixun? This is the police station. We found a rotting corpse. Please come and claim it."
