Chapter 62 Chapter 7: Ghostly Sick

The red in the center gradually dimmed, gradually dimmed, and finally closed its eyes like a dying person, and the last bit of red light went out.Just a second after the weather, everyone's eyes changed from anticipation to panic. The moment the red light went out, the tidy paper money ash immediately collapsed and scattered like sand, falling among the tubular straw ash. "What, what's going on here?" An old man was surprised, "I burn paper money every ghost festival for more than 60 years, and this is the first time I've seen such a thing. Yesterday my son said that paper money is not good for burning, and I still I don't believe it. I didn't think..."

Before the old man could finish his words, the remaining packs of paper money and ashes collapsed as the red light went out. "The thirsty ghost is still here, but we didn't notice it." Grandpa stared at Hong Danian and said. "Did I miss it? The dozen or so piglets in my family ran around in the pigsty when they first came out of the litter, and I could count them all." Hong Danian looked tired and spoke like a patient. Weary. "Okay, let's leave today. Come back tomorrow." Hong Danian waved his hand to disperse the onlookers. "Come again tomorrow? Can you bear it?" asked a person who was supporting him.

Hong Danian nodded: "Seeing that July 17 is coming, if we don't solve it quickly, how long will it be delayed?" "Huh? By the way, Hong Jiafu. I saw your father." Hong Danian turned to the person who was supporting him and said, "Has it been a long time since you offered sacrifices to your father? I see your father Walking unsteadily, as if sick. Put a bowl of fruit to your father's grave when you have time, huh?!" "Yes." Hong Jiafu nodded and replied, "The village head Hong can see the road clearly, so don't trip over the stones."

My grandfather and I stayed in Hongxu Village that night. Hong Danian stayed with us and talked for a long time before leaving.Grandpa decided to ask me to participate tomorrow, and I was overjoyed. At the same time the next day, people in the village wrote paper money and spread it on the straw. The onlookers were the same people from yesterday, with a few more children.The door panel was removed again, and Hong Danian asked the villagers to put the door panel behind me, but he didn't use the door panel. Grandpa advised him to get another door panel.Afraid of trouble, Hong Danian waved his hand and said, "No need. That's it. Didn't you have nothing to do yesterday?"

The straw was lit again. We were doing what we should do step by step, and grandpa called out: "Open your eyes!" We opened our eyes immediately. I saw a group of people who hadn't been there before waiting around the paper money.They all hunched over to see if the paper money on the straw was their own. They reached out to the paper money, gently picked it up, and took out the brand new ghost coins from the paper ashes.Their bodies are like reflections in the water, fluctuating frequently.But the crowd who could see clearly just now are now blurred as if separated by a thin layer of mist.

Hong Da Nian is counting again: "One, two, three..." Suddenly, Hong Danian stopped.I guess he should see the abnormality.Grandpa also looked at Hong Danian. "Jiafu, kid, I told him yesterday to send some sacrifices to his father's grave. It seems that the kid is very stingy and hasn't delivered it yet. You see, his dad is still wandering around like a sick man. "Hong Danian cursed. I raised my eyes to see the dangling "person". The one that Hong Danian called "the patient" was wearing baggy trousers and a red vest, his eyes were rolling like mice.