The self-built house is big.
The rooms are full of atmosphere.
The room of Grandpa Shen Fan and Grandma is more than thirty square meters.
There are many miscellaneous items placed here and there.
On an old table directly opposite, there are indeed two people's spiritual tablets.
There is a red paper attached to the spiritual tablet, which reads: Lord of Heaven and Earth, Lord, Lord, Master.
The two people in the photo are approximately in their sixties.
And if according to Shen Fan's statement, the two elders were still alive last month, they should be at least over eighty years old.
Shen Fan stared blankly at the two photos.
He still murmured: "Impossible, impossible. I just talked to my grandfather on the phone last month. How is it possible that my grandparents have been dead for fourteen years.
In the past fourteen years, I clearly remember every bit of time spent with my grandfather."
As he spoke, he turned to look at Liu Hou: "Master Liu Hou, tell me, am I really crazy?"
Liu Hou didn't speak, he was actually full of doubts in his heart.
Turn around and look at the objects in the room.
I saw a wooden box placed in the debris pile.
It's been some years.
The box was hand-made, and the exterior paint was mottled and had holes in it.
Liu Hou pulled out the wooden box, turned it over, and suddenly asked: "Shen Fan, what does your grandfather do?"
"My grandfather is an old carpenter. In the past, the folks in Shangdundu Township would ask my grandfather to repair their houses and make tables, chairs and furniture."
Shen Fan answered.
Sure enough, the wooden box was filled with used carpenter tools. It was very old, but it was well painted.
Liu Hou asked again: "Do your parents know how to make a living at carpentry?"
Shen Fan shook his head: "No. My father said that the level of carpentry was too low and he refused to learn. My grandfather's skills were not passed down."
Liu Hou's eyes narrowed and he said solemnly: "Now I can answer you, Shen Fan, you are not crazy. Your grandfather was indeed alive a month ago.
It’s not like your mother said she died fourteen years ago.”
Shen Fan suddenly raised his head, eyes wide, and grabbed Liu Hou's shoulders: "Really, Master Liu Hou, you didn't lie to me?"
Liu Hou nodded: "Look at these woodworking tools, they have been maintained and there are signs of use.
Since the rest of your family doesn’t know how to use these tools, who is maintaining them and using them?”
Shen Fan cast his gaze on his grandfather's carpentry tools and asked in a trembling voice, "Then my mother is lying to me. Why would she do this?"
"Perhaps she didn't lie to you. It was her memory, and even the memories of the people in the whole village who knew your grandparents, that were tampered with.
As for who tampered with it, I don't know.
But I guess, maybe it has something to do with the mysterious power that obliterates your sense of existence."
Liu Hou speculated.
"Then how did my grandparents die? Were they killed by the force that wanted to erase me?"
Shen Fan clenched his fists.
Liu Hou sighed: "I don't know this, but the whole thing is weird.
Since that power can completely erase a person's sense of existence, then why doesn't it directly erase the sense of existence of your grandparents and make them disappear completely from this world.
But just rewrite the memories of your parents and people who knew your grandparents, and then kill them a month ago?"
Liu Hou touched his chin, always feeling something strange.
The more I thought about it, the more something felt wrong.
Suddenly, Liu Hou's expression condensed, as if he remembered something.
He said with a trembling voice: "Perhaps, we have preconceived ideas and got the causal relationship wrong.
It is precisely because of that power that it cannot erase the existence of your grandfather, so it can never erase yours from beginning to end."
Shen Fan was dumbfounded and confused: "Master Liu Hou, what do you mean, why can't I understand you?"
"That's literally what it means.
Didn't you say that your grandfather was a carpenter?
In ancient times, old carpenters had masters and inheritance. Not only did they pass on their craftsmanship, but they also passed on some life-saving skills.
After all, carpenters need to walk through the streets and alleys of the most remote and desolate villages.
Once I work in the master's house, it lasts for ten days and a half.
The more people come into contact with each other and the farther they travel, they will encounter many strange and unexplainable things.
The carpenter's master will teach them some folk skills to deal with these weird supernatural events."
Liu Hou explained.
Shen Fan was in disbelief: "You mean, my grandfather knows magic?
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
My grandfather is just a kind little old man who smiles every day. He doesn’t have any great skills. Although his carpentry skills are pretty good, he only looks good in the village.
Compared with carpenters in big cities, they are far behind.
I have never seen grandpa use any magic!"
Liu Hou shook his head: "Spells are out of the question. Do you know "The Book of Lu Ban"?"
Shen Fan nodded: "I know, but what does this have to do with my grandfather?"
"To this day, all carpenters worship Lu Ban as their ancestor. His "Book of Lu Ban" is a treasure book for carpenters. Carpenters in the past, even if they could not read, had to memorize this book in general.
It is true that the "Book of Lu Ban" teaches civil engineering, but the book mainly talks about incantations and talismans. The first volume is about Taoism, and the second volume is about explanations and medical spells.
You will know if you have seen zombie movies. In the movie, why are ink lines used to suppress zombies? Because it is clearly written in "The Book of Lu Ban" that ink lines are upright and the pop-up lines can suppress evil spirits.
Even our Taoist sect still follows this method when fighting zombies.
Maybe your grandpa also knows some Luban magic, and he used some kind of magic to ward off disasters for you as early as when you were in junior high school."
Having said this, Liu Hou paused briefly.
Let Shen Fan digest what he just said.
Shen Fan still didn't believe it: "But I haven't seen my grandfather reading "Book of Lu Ban". Mr. Liu Hou, I understand what you mean.
Are you trying to say that just because my grandfather used some kind of magic when I was in junior high school, I can still maintain the memory of Wen Ying even when everyone has forgotten his existence?"
Liu Hou nodded: "That's right."
"But many things are even more unexplainable."
Shen Fan said: "How did my grandfather realize that Wen Ying's classmate would be wiped out of existence, so as to protect me from being affected? What's the point of him doing this?
What's the use of letting me remember classmate Wen Ying?
What's more, it's not just me who remembers Wen Ying. There is also my classmate, Yong Wei. Even Xiao Yang and Sun Kuang from Class 7 of 2007 remember Wen Ying's existence.
I am not the only one who remembers Wen Ying.
If grandpa protected my memory, then who protected the three of them from forgetting Wen Ying?
Also, not to mention Xiao Yang and Sun Kuang from Yongwei Class 7, why are they like me, whose sense of existence is constantly being wiped out and deprived of them?"
"The doubts you mentioned are exactly one of the evidences."
Liu Hou asked: "Didn't you say you just talked to grandpa on the phone a month ago? When was your junior high school reunion?"
"About a month ago."
Shen Fan answered.
"Then Yongwei, when did he come to your house to look for you after he left?"
Liu Hou asked again.
Chapter completed!