Chapter 61 Chapter 6 Ashes Are Shapeless

"Your grandma's face has turned into a cat's face. Go and wipe your grandma's tombstone when you have time. I remember that when your grandma was alive, she was patriarchal and loved you the most. Although your parents are still alive and want you Serve, but for the sake of your grandma's love for you, go and have a look when you have time." Hong Danian waved his hand. Someone in the crowd jokingly whispered: "Gen Sheng, last time I told you that cow dung was splashed on your grandma's tombstone, I asked you to wash it. You didn't listen or look at it then."

At this time, everyone's expressions were different, but it was easy to judge from them who were looking forward to getting information from their deceased relatives and who were afraid of being exposed. Hong Danian looked at Huo Huo for a long time, and said in bewilderment, "I don't know anyone. These people who pick up money used to be from our village." "You don't know any of these people?" Grandpa asked, pointing to the place where the flames jumped.The two of them seemed to be performing a skilled oboe to those around them. "No, no." Hong Danian shook his head.

"Could it be that the poor and thirsty ghosts will call us here if they find out, and just hide themselves today?" Grandpa guessed. The flame devoured the last bit of paper money and quickly weakened.The shadows of Grandpa and Hong Danian melted away on the door panel.As soon as the flames were extinguished, everyone realized that it was almost dark, and a crow hidden in the locust tree croaked hoarsely. "They're gone." Hong Danian's eyes slowly moved from the paper money to the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, as if he was watching off relatives who went home to visit relatives and left.And we can't see anything.People blocking the intersection dodged to the side of the road one after another, for fear of blocking "their" way.

Grandpa sighed and said, "Close your eyes and don't move around." Hong Danian and grandpa closed their eyes and meditated for a while, then opened them again. Grandpa struggled to stand up, exhausted. Hong Danian put his hands on his knees and tried to stand up, but just as he stood up straight, his legs tilted and he fell to the ground.The onlookers rushed forward in a hurry, grabbing his arms and pulling him up when he was limp. Grandpa dragged his heavy legs to my side and put a hand on my shoulder.That hand exerted the weight of Grandpa's whole body, which made my shoulder hurt so much that it seemed to fall off.

Grandpa took a deep breath and said, "Let Village Chief Hong rest for a while and he'll be fine. This takes a lot of energy." "The paper money is still not burnt." A person standing beside the paper ashes shouted. I helped my grandpa to watch it.Paper ashes are not piles and piles as expected, but scattered and irregular. "No, it wouldn't look like this without the thirsty ghost." Grandpa frowned.The people behind were also sighing and discussing. "There are still a few packs of paper money here that haven't been burned yet." One person shouted, and everyone immediately gathered to look at it.

In fact, those packets of paper money had been completely burned, otherwise Hong Danian would not have said that the deceased had left.It is said that it has not been burned, but a round spot in the center is bright red, like a blazing coal that has not been extinguished. The envelopes of those packets of paper money had been burned to ashes and drifted into the air with the flames, but the ashes of the paper money inside were still neatly arranged one by one.People who have burned books will have this experience: the cover and the first few pages of the book will be curled up after being burned, and then rise into the air with the fireworks, and the middle pages will still maintain their original shape after being burned to ashes. Gives the illusion - the whole book isn't burned but just dropped into the ink.

Everyone turned their anticipation to these packets of paper money that burned relatively slowly.