If I was still doubtful before, what I saw in front of me completely wiped out the last trace of luck in my heart.

"Grandpa Zhou..."

My eyes were a little numb and I didn't know what to say.

"Okay, okay! Grandpa Zhou, I have killed Japanese and bandits in my life, and there are still people who are still thinking about you.

It’s worth it!

The Chinese New Year is not going to make me shed tears, so I have to be happy today and have a couple of drinks with my old man."

Mr. Sang twisted the corner of his mouth and patted my shoulder.

"Thirteen, today we both listen to your Grandpa Zhou's arrangements."

I suppressed the uneasiness in my heart and nodded heavily.

"That's right!

I, Zhou Changxing, came here with a hail of bullets and bullets all my life. The guns had to fly around me when they saw me, but I couldn't cry.

My whole life has been open and honest, and I have no worries when I leave, so why should I add to my sorrow in vain?"

Grandpa Zhou showed a warm smile, already looking down on life and death.

How can I, a junior, make him worry about me?

On this day, Grandpa Zhou told us many things about his youth.

The fire is blazing, rabbit meat is stewed with Laofen wine, and bursts of laughter can be heard in the house.

At dusk, on the hillside behind the house, there was an earthen grave more than two feet high.

There is no tombstone on the grave, and the thorns on the grave are as thick as an arm.

According to Grandpa Zhou himself, a very tragic battle took place in Laogushan that year.

Dozens of his comrades-in-arms all died here, not even a single corpse was left behind.

Grandpa Zhou could only bury the broken limbs and arms he found together.

After the war, Grandpa Zhou gave up his generous treatment and returned to Laogushan alone.

A man guards a lonely grave for more than forty years.

Nowadays, a sun pit has been dug next to the tomb. Grandpa Zhou dug it in advance, and only a straw mat was spread inside.

Grandpa Zhou stood quietly in front of the grave for almost an hour without saying a word.

"Brother Zhou, it's getting dark soon. Let's go back to the house first!" Mr. Sang looked at the sky and frowned slightly.

Grandpa Zhou nodded slightly, hunched over and left.

Looking through the dim sunlight, it seemed that the whole person suddenly became much more haggard.

The night in the mountains is silent and long, and I don’t know how long it has passed.

Mr. Sang was sitting alone at the door, looking very worried.

I lay on the kang with Grandpa Zhou and chatted wordlessly.

Grandpa Zhou’s house doesn’t have a clock, but I can still estimate the approximate time from the position of the moon.

It should be almost midnight!

"Grandpa Zhou, are you asleep?"

I became more and more nervous and couldn't help but ask Grandpa Zhou next to me.

"You kid asks me this question every minute. It's no wonder I can't sleep."

I was a little embarrassed, but after hearing Grandpa Zhou's voice, I felt a lot more at ease.

"Grandpa Zhou, what is your wish?"

"My wish... you have to let me think about this carefully.

I remember that the little daughter of Mr. Li's family was called Axiu. She was so handsome, but I was just a poor boy.

I dreamed that when I became successful in the future, I would definitely marry her as my wife.

When the Japs came, I joined the army along with several fellow villagers.

On the day I left, Axiu stood under the big willow tree at the entrance of the village and smiled at me.

The smile is so pretty, pretty..."

I think this Axiu should be the woman that Grandpa Zhou admired when he was young, but I don't know if she is still alive now.

"Grandpa Zhou, what happened next? Have you ever gone to find her?"

The room was quiet, and Grandpa Zhou didn't speak.

"Grandpa Zhou..."

I called twice more, but there was still no answer.

Under the quiet moonlight, Grandpa Zhou still had a shy smile on his lips, as if he had turned into that high-spirited young man again.

A figure with braids was standing under the big willow tree at the entrance of the village, smiling.

I reached out and reached between Grandpa Zhou's mouth and nose, but he was no longer breathing.

At this time, Mr. Sang walked in from the door, his eyes seemed to be a little red.

"Master Sang, Grandpa Zhou is gone."

Mr. Sang took a deep breath and lifted the iron box standing by the wall.

"The majestic spirit lasts through the ages, and the loyal soul controls the mountains and rivers. Heaven and earth learn from the same thing. I, Sang Tianliang, am willing to guard the Xuanmen for Zhou Weng, and protect the body from evil spirits."

After saying that, Mr. Sang took out a piece of talisman paper and lit the everlasting lamp.

"Master Sang, what are you going to do?"

My heart tightened, and I vaguely felt that Mr. Sang was hiding something else from me.

"Thirteen, I won't hide it from you now.

Your Grandpa Zhou committed too many crimes during his lifetime, and after his death, he will be attacked by hundreds of ghosts.

In his early years, Lao Gushan was littered with corpses and his resentment was hard to eliminate.

All these years, it's only thanks to your grandfather Zhou's murderous aura that he has been able to keep me in check.

Now that your grandfather Zhou is driving to the west, it coincides with the auspicious time of the underworld tonight, and the gate of hell is wide open.

Mountain spirits and evil spirits will definitely come to destroy the corpse, which is your fate, Grandpa Zhou."

I felt a shiver in my heart, no wonder Mr. Sang brought all the magical weapons.

It seems that Master Sang not only calculated Grandpa Zhou's deadline, but also his fate after death.

Grandpa Zhou has already gone west, and we must not let those evil spirits damage his body again.

"Master Sang, what should we do now?"

"I will guard the Xuanmen Gate, and you will guard the mourning hall. I will hold on until the fifth watch, when the rooster crows and the gate of Hades is closed."

At this time, dark clouds covered the moon in the night sky, and a dark wind began to rise in the mountains and forests.

Mr. Sang frowned and hurriedly pulled out a dull, dull knife from the top of the cabinet and handed it into my hand.

"The auspicious hour of Hades is about to arrive, and I will go outside to guard the door.

Thirteen, remember, no matter what you hear or see, don’t leave this room.

As long as you protect the ever-burning lamp, no evil spirits or evil spirits will be able to get close to you.

Mountain spirits and ghosts are best at deceiving people, so don't be careless at all.

If you encounter any trouble, this simple knife was used by your grandfather Zhou during his lifetime, and it may be able to help you."

After that, Mr. Sang picked up the iron box and rushed out the door.

"Master Sang...you must be careful."

"Just take care of yourself."

Mr. Sang frowned slightly and closed the door tightly.

I felt very anxious, holding the knife in my hand and looking around cautiously.

The dark wind in the mountain forest suddenly stopped, and it was so quiet that not a trace of insects or birds could be heard. It was so quiet that it made people's hair stand on end.

There was a layer of hazy mist in the sky, and the moonlight was reflected in an orange-red color.

The candlelight of the ever-burning lamp suddenly flickered, and I was so frightened that I quickly stepped forward to protect it with my hands.

There was no movement outside the door.

"Sang Ye, Sang Ye?"

I tentatively called out the door twice, but there was no response.

Ring bell…

At this moment, there was suddenly a crisp sound of copper bells outside the door, black shadows moved outside the window, and wailing sounds could be heard everywhere.

I glanced out the window and suddenly felt frightened.
Chapter completed!