C5

Hearing grandfather's words that didn't even make it to my head, I didn't pay much attention to him. After muttering a few words, I fell back asleep.

However, at this moment, I no longer felt sleepy. The moment I close my eyes, that horrifying scene from before would appear before my eyes again, making me unable to relax.

I wanted to tell Grandpa about it, but then I realized that maybe it was the first time I had seen this kind of situation, which left me with a shadow in my heart. I shook my head and curled up in a chair that was not too loose, tossing and turning for a long time before falling asleep again in a daze.

"Stinky brat, you've woken up." I don't know how long I slept before my grandfather woke me up. I felt dizzy, so I unwillingly asked my grandfather what he wanted.

Grandfather pointed to something on the small table beside them and said, "It's almost dark. Eat early and start working soon."

I turned my head to the side and looked. I didn't say anything, but it was quite neatly arranged. There was meat and fish, and there was even a bottle of wine. I just happened to feel a little hungry and couldn't be bothered with my grandpa.

His grandfather chuckled and sat down as well, happily sipping on his wine and eating his side dish.

Waves of weeping could be heard from time to time in the hall. When I heard this, I immediately lost my mood. I hastily ate a few mouthfuls before losing my mood. "How long are we going to stay here?"

Grandfather took a sip of his wine and tilted his head as he looked at me. "In our line of work, you have to learn to ignore people and listen without them knowing. You have to treat eating as your number one priority. Otherwise, you will starve to death."

I rolled my eyes and thought to myself, what kind of place is this? Forget about the bad luck, the smell of the gas coming from the crematorium. What the hell would it be like if I could eat it?

"Then when can we go back?" I asked again.

"This, depends on the situation." Grandfather didn't even look at me as he continued to drink his wine. He didn't have the intention to say anything more.

I really didn't have the mood to say any more. I stood up and paced around the place restlessly. In the end, I had no other choice but to leave the 'Blessed Blessings Palace' and take a stroll in the funeral parlor before the sky turns dark.

Looking at the people coming and going in the funeral home, I could not help but feel sorry for them, or their faces were sad, or they were talking and laughing as usual, although I knew that this could have been caused by their intimacy with the dead, but I knew that no matter what they did, the dead would never be able to live again, just as my grandfather had said before, "either the mortal or the ghost of the dead", everything would disappear in that instant when the deceased closed their eyes.

The sky had already darkened quite quickly in late autumn. I hadn't been strolling for long before the sky darkened. I turned my head around and saw that the city was brightly lit. Even the streetlights at the side had lit up.

People were still coming and going in the 'Blessed Blessings Hall'. A few people with white strips of cloth tied to their arms were standing at the entrance to greet the guests. Right now was the peak of the funeral, so these people must be the relatives of the deceased.

I sighed softly, thinking that the deceased must have been a very successful person in his life, and I could tell from the car his wife drove and the people who came to hang him that I even felt a little sorry for the dead, that I had been able to leave not a single son of my family, and that I didn't know what I had done in my past life.

But at that moment, I glanced over and saw a woman wearing a long red dress quietly standing next to the door. She was in her twenties and was quite pretty. Her figure was very good.

However, the reason why she caught my attention wasn't because of her appearance or figure, but because this was a funeral home, where all the guests had died and all of them were wearing plain clothes. It was precisely because of this that I felt that my eyes lit up.

Looking at her hesitant appearance, her face is filled with sadness. I think that she is also a friend of the deceased. However, I am a little worried. If she were to enter the hall now, she would be sent flying by her family.

I curled my lips and couldn't be bothered to care about this matter as I strode into the hall.

However, just as I entered the hall, the lady actually followed me in. I turned my head to look at the few welcoming family members. They had indifferent expressions, as though they didn't see me.

I chuckled. I thought to myself, 'Even my family members don't mind, but what kind of heart is this?'

As soon as the woman entered the hall, she looked up and saw the portrait that her grandfather had drawn. Her expression immediately changed as she ran to the coffin and started to silently cry.

I raised my head to look at the portrait and thought to myself, This is weird. That portrait and the deceased were two different people. Why didn't these family members notice it? Or are they blind?

What made me even more curious was that this woman was wearing a long red dress, and then she was lying on top of the coffin. One red and one white was exceptionally eye-catching, but the family members sitting next to the coffin acted as if they didn't see them, and no one came to greet or help her.

I shook my head and didn't want to think about it anymore. I leisurely walked to the side hall.

At this moment, his grandfather had already finished drinking. The wine bottle on the small table was mostly empty, while he was sitting at the side with his legs crossed and his eyes closed. It was unknown whether he was asleep or not.

I took a glance at the wooden chest next to my grandfather and was especially curious about the scene that happened when my grandfather was painting. I wanted to take out the contents of the chest to take a look, but before I could do so, my grandfather suddenly pressed on the chest and said without even opening his eyes, "Don't be anxious, I'll pass it to you sooner or later."

I was stunned as I thought that the old man was just faking his sleep. At the same time, I lowered my head to look at the broken wooden chest and humphed. "It's just a crappy box, who cares!"

Seeing that my grandfather wasn't paying attention to me, I curled my lips and sat on the side like him. After being stunned for a long time, my head tilted to the side and I fell asleep while leaning on his shoulder.

"My husband, you died so miserably!"

A mournful wail suddenly jolted me awake. I shivered and only then did I realize that it was the woman who invited Grandfather here previously.

I frowned, wondering what time it was. No matter how sad I was, I should have cried by now.

But it wasn't over yet. There was a hubbub in the hall, like a scream or a cry. It sounded messy.

"Quick, Master Ma, I'll have to trouble you to come and take a look." After a burst of hurried footsteps, a middle-aged man walked in and shouted at the door.

He then saw his grandfather smack his lips and put the broken wooden chest on his shoulder. Then, he leisurely said, "Time to work!"

From the looks of it, I knew that something like this would happen. However, it seems that there isn't any time to discuss about this matter, and it seems that Grandpa is already prepared for it. While I was staring blankly at him, he has already walked out of the side chamber.

I walked all the way to the main hall and saw that it was a mess. There was no one beside the coffin except the woman, but a few men stretched their necks to look at the coffin from a distance. Their faces were filled with curiosity and fear.

"What's going on?" his grandfather asked loudly as soon as he entered the hall.

"Master Ma, look." The man who called for his grandfather pointed at the coffin, but did not approach. Instead, he stood far away to the side.

I was also very curious, so I quickly followed my grandfather and peeked my head out to take a look. However, due to the fact that the woman was lying on the head of the coffin, I couldn't see it clearly.

"Help her away." Grandfather didn't care about anything else, he turned around and said to his relatives who were hiding far away.

"Hurry up!" His grandfather frowned and his voice couldn't help but grow louder. Under his grandfather's urging, a few men walked over tremblingly. After whispering a few words to the woman, they helped her up.

As soon as the woman stood up, I finally saw the face of the deceased. I took a deep breath and was shocked speechless.