If the coughing sound in the grave made us dare not categorically deny the supernatural things, then the adventure of Dasha’s father Hu boldly experiencing the wake made us start to doubt it!

Hu Dadan has never read any books. I heard from people that he has followed his godfather in boxing and martial arts since he was a child, and he has been wielding knives and guns. Yes, but hunting in the mountains, catching fish in the water and killing pigs and cattle are his strengths! He is tall and thick, and full of courage!

As for the origin of the nickname Hu Dadan, it is said that the small temple at the head of the village was haunted at that time. Many people heard people crying and screaming for injustice inside at night. When they went in to check, there was no one there. This slowly brought a lot of pressure to the whole village. , in the end, Hu boldly carried a quilt by himself and stayed in the haunted temple for one night, which solved the villagers' fear of ghosts!

Hu Daring has been saying seriously that he, who has not believed in ghosts and gods for most of his life, is indeed not telling a lie about the strange things that happened on the night of the vigil. This is his own personal experience, and it is a true fact. He will never hold it against the death of his family. The old man is joking. The following is Hu Bingdao's dictation. According to convention, the first person is used. The "I" in the story is Hu Bingdao's self-proclaimed name.

The year Dasha's father passed away, Dasha and his brothers were still young and lived a normal life. The old man was still in good health in the afternoon, but in the evening he suddenly failed. He had no time to leave a message to the younger generation. Just left

My eldest brother and I, Dasha and his uncle, were keeping vigil for the old man.

The two days before the wake were normal. The old man was safe and did not suffer anything. He left at the age of eighty-four. It was considered a happy event for the family. The old man had four generations living under the same roof. He should have left with peace of mind.

But on the third night of the wake, something strange happened.

That night, my eldest brother and I had a little meal, and then sat in front of the mourning hall to watch the old man's last night because according to the local custom at that time, after tonight, the old man would be buried tomorrow.

Thinking of the old man's hard work all his life, to feed and clothe his family, guarding the crop fields all his life in the wind and rain, plowing, planting or weeding before dawn, and reluctant to call it a day even after dark, and reluctant to eat. It was not easy to feed a large family even though we were reluctant to wear them. Even in our later years, we were still thinking about the drought and floods of the crops... My eldest brother and I shed tears before the funeral, feeling very uncomfortable...

Maybe the old man saw us in pain and wanted to comfort us two brothers. Maybe he knew that we would leave here tomorrow, so he was particularly nostalgic. Maybe the old man still had something to explain and was worried about it. Anyway, no matter what it was, The reason is that his old man really showed up on the last night he left here!

Just when we were feeling grateful for the old man's hard work during his lifetime and were about to send him to his grave tomorrow, I suddenly felt a chill in my body and my hair seemed to stand up a little. I looked at my elder brother and he seemed to be shivering too. He was also there. Looking at me, our eyes met, and we could see the surprise in each other's eyes!

We stopped crying and looked up around us

I saw the two white candles in front of the hall flickering for a few times. The candlelight slowly dimmed, but did not extinguish it. The smoke of the incense in front of the soul rose vertically, slowly tilted, and drifted backwards.

There was not a breath of wind outside the door, and no one was walking around in the mourning hall. The fireworks that had been pointing upwards actually floated backwards. My eldest brother and I were very surprised. We both looked at each other and focused on looking at the memorial tablet in front of the hall, but there was something in our hearts. My son is not afraid, because even if there is any movement, it is his old father who appears, so he has no other feelings in his heart except the nostalgia for his old father. He even hopes that his old father's soul will appear and tell us what else to arrange. , or tell us how we should honor his elders wherever we go in the future...

The old man did not let my eldest brother and I see him, and there was no abnormality or noise in the hall!

Just when we were surprised and uncertain, in the misty smoke in front of the soul, the old father's face appeared hazy. Although it was not very clear, the shape was very lifelike, exactly the same as before his death, and it seemed

He looked at us anxiously and moved his lips, as if he wanted to tell us something...

"Ah, brother, look..." I felt anxious and blurted out

As soon as the words were spoken, the smoke gradually became lighter and dissipated! The pair of white candles slowly became brighter and returned to normal!

"Why are you panicking? I've seen it a long time ago. Let's see what's going on. See how you're bluffing. There's nothing left, isn't it?" The eldest brother was very angry at my rashness.

"If it is true that my father appears, he will definitely appear again. Let's wait and see!" I didn't expect that my words would be like this. I could only reply to my elder brother like this, hoping that the scene would happen again.

The eldest brother didn't say anything else, he just cheered up and stared at the coffin.

I pulled my collar and stopped crying. Like my elder brother, I raised my ears and listened to what was going on around me.

The work comes from after midnight, and the incense in front of the funeral was only two fingers high. It remained calm as usual, without any movement. A pair of white candles in front of the funeral illuminated the mourning hall like daylight. I went up to change the incense stick, and then

sit back

After guarding the spirit for three days, although it was to force myself to be energetic, after all, the energy is not controlled by others, and I slowly became confused.

Just when I was dazed, a cold wind blew in from the door behind me. I shivered and suddenly lost all sleep.

I looked at my elder brother. He motioned for me not to speak.

After the cold wind passed, the pair of white candles slowly dimmed again, flickering on and off. A blurry figure appeared in the smoke in front of the soul, and gradually became clearer. It looked very much like the old father's appearance before he was alive, but his expression seemed very anxious.

His hands kept pointing downwards. Although my eldest brother and I didn't dare to speak, we both looked shocked. We didn't know what else the old man was worried about.

But the shadow never said a word, maybe because it couldn't speak, but it kept pointing to the ground in front of it, with an anxious look on its face!

I wondered if there was something buried in the ground in front of the soul, so I pointed at the ground with my hand to show that I understood. At this time, the figure's expression slowly relaxed and gradually faded and disappeared...

After the first seven days, when the matter was over, my eldest brother and I started talking about the old man’s ghost appearance again. We thought that the old father must have left suddenly and had something to tell us before the ghost appeared.

According to what I understood, my eldest brother and I found two shovels and dug up at the approximate position of the old man’s fingers.

The ground in the hall in front of the deceased was very solid. I dug two feet deep and still found nothing. Just when I was about to give up, the shovel in my hand made a "squeak" sound, as if I had dug a stone.

The elder brother dug slowly for a few times and found a small earthenware jar the size of a bowl. After a while, it came out. It was indeed a small black earthenware jar.

Slowly removing the seal, there was a piece of oil paper inside, with three layers inside and three outside. When I opened it, my eldest brother and I shed tears again.

It turns out that my old father, who had been frugal all his life, had saved up this bag of silver dollars and was reluctant to spend it because he left suddenly without explanation and was still worried about my brothers after he died...

Although Hu Daring's encounter was a bit scary, what he encountered was his relative after all. Although it was scary, it would not harm anyone after all. Compared with the sow spirit I met in the middle of the night not long after, it was really scary.
Chapter completed!