"Oh, I'm not just spreading rumors here. You two can ask around the residents. You can hear an old man coughing in this old house after eight o'clock in the evening! That's real, and it's also true.

There was a clanking sound. It was early yesterday morning when a taxi driver was returning home from the night shift to deliver the taxi. He happened to have an urgent need to urinate when he passed by. This is an open space, so he came here for convenience. What are you doing? As soon as you entered

In Xinmin Hutong, he saw an old man in a small room looking towards the entrance of the alley. At first, he thought it was an old man who got up to practice in the morning, so out of curiosity, he walked over and took a look. It was amazing."

"What's wrong? How can Locksmith Zhang pretend to be dead when all he has left is his ashes?"

"No, this old man's spirit waved to him, saying that he wanted to give him some kind of reward. He didn't know that someone had just died in this room. Our Changchun taxi driver was so warm-hearted that he thought the old man was in trouble.

Who knew it was the soul of a dead person? So he followed him into the house. As soon as he entered the house, he saw the old man’s urn and spiritual tablet. The taxi driver was so frightened that he didn’t even need to pee. He was holding his pants with his feces and urine.

Just leave it behind. Mr. Lu, you said this is a harmonious society, can we ignore it? So the superiors decided to demolish the house first. Anyway, the old man has no relatives, so just leave the ashes like this." The foreman said in a reasonable tone.

Being very sincere doesn't sound like lying.

I opened the courtyard door and took a look inside. The courtyard was almost exactly the same as when we came last time. It seemed that few people came after the death of the master, and they were probably all timid and frightened.

"Has anyone been here since we left?" I asked him.

"No, absolutely not. As soon as your friends sent the urn back, no one has come. It's too late to hide in this place!"

The mouse pulled me aside and asked me: "Old man, what should we do? How about we store the old man's urn in the chaoyan ditch first? This small house is not a problem here, right?"

I said: "Don't worry, Zhang Tieji is not an ordinary person. He can't run out of the ground for a walk without any grievances. He probably has some unfulfilled wishes. Did you hear that? He kept looking at the entrance of the alley.

, who knows what he’s waiting for?”

"Could it be us?"

"Yes, that's us. He has no children, no relatives, no relatives, and if he is the closest person in this life, he is his master Wu Gongyao. But Wu Gongyao is deceased, and we are the descendants of gold. Naturally, we are waiting for him. I'm afraid

It’s because there’s something important that you haven’t handed over to us personally, so why don’t you just die in peace!”

"Then what's going on? He's already dead and turned into ashes. What else can you ask?"

"Tonight is the first seven days. According to our custom in the Northeast, the first seven days are also called Huihun Night. If he has unfulfilled wishes, he will definitely come back tonight. We are waiting for him!"

"**, why are you so scared? Come on, I'll do as you say."

Although this is not very reliable, there is indeed a saying in the Northeast that the first seven nights after death are the nights of soul rebirth. In the house where the deceased lived before his death, put a bowl of water and a bowl of rice on the windowsill.

After coming back, I will definitely taste the last bite of food from the earth. But no one knows whether this dead person has come back or not, but this bowl of white water... Generally speaking, this bowl of white water will go down more or less. Of course, there are some reactions.
Chapter completed!