Chapter 4 Grandmother

　　What's going on? 　　Qin Night froze, and as he returned, the crowd gave way. A middle aged man in his forties was pacing constantly in front of his house, and when he saw him come back, he went forward and grabbed his hand, letting out a long sigh, "Little Qin ...... you have to be psychologically prepared." 　　"What is going on?" 　　The man pursed his lips and said softly, "Just now ...... your grandmother suddenly fainted and lost her breath ......" 　　"Yes, Xiao Qin, hurry to the hospital to see ah! Say something if you don't have money." "Your grandmother is old, can not be delayed, hurry! 120 we have dialed." 　　On this street, everyone's door is open every day, rather than the urbanized indifference of the big city. Amidst the concern of the neighbors, Qin Night's gaze flashed, then violently rushed towards his home. 　　Just as he opened the door, he saw a white-haired old man lying on the bed with his hands folded. He took a deep breath and tremblingly stretched out his hand to try his nose and pressed his pulse. 　　There wasn't any breathing! 　　He stood in silence at the foot of the bed for two minutes, the old man did not move a muscle. He suddenly walked out of the house and nodded to the people outside, "Uncles and moms, thank you, I've already given the medicine to Grandma. It's fine, an old problem. Now that Grandma has recovered, I'll help her first and come back tomorrow to say thank you." 　　After saying that, he closed the door. Cutting off the sound of a door's murmur. 　　Leaning against the door, he hung his head. Hands lifted feebly, as if trying to cover his eyes. It was in this silence that a low chuckle finally escaped from his mouth, and the hand that was to hold down his eyes clenched hard, squeezing it into a fist. 　　"YEAH!!!" 　　You had your day! 　　Darted to the bedside, roughly grabbed grandmother's body, the old man's bones are light, Qin night eyes excitedly looking around, funeral row is not a shortage of coffins, he kicked open a coffin and haphazardly stuffed it in. Familiarly pick up the tools, mouth biting nails, hand holding a hammer, about to hammer down when. The old woman in the coffin opened her eyes at some point and looked at him ghostly. 　　The scene was instantly frozen. 　　"Quite busy ah?" 　　"Oh ...... not busy, not busy." Qin Night dryly laughed and retracted his hand, striving to conceal the tools of the trade. 　　"I remember I was lying on the bed?" 　　"...... The bed board is too hard, give your old man a different pit." 　　"You don't think there's too little room?" Grandma sneered a back and sat up, chicken skin and wrinkles, wearing a black smock. With a casual flick of her hand a meter away, Qin Night wailed and crouched down holding his brow. 　　Grandma leisurely and comfortably poured herself a cup of tea, took a sip and spat it out, "The tea in the Yang world is still so bad." 　　Then you go ah! 　　Doesn't your conscience hurt when you freeload at my place? 　　"Grandma ......" moaned Qin night for a few seconds, finally stood up with a red brow, gritted his teeth but forced a smile, "You ...... this is again 'going down'?" 　　"Don't call Grandma, I can't afford to be." Grandmother's dried mouth laughed, looking at the dead like looking at Qin night: "Have you heard of a legend?" 　　"Legend ...... has it that there are two possibilities for people who have eaten a taiyoukai." 　　"The first is to become a monster without humanity. The second well ......" Her withered fingers gently tapped the table, "is to live forever." 　　She poked out her body and looked straight at Qin Night, her face full of wrinkles looked incomparably eerie, and smiled, "Have you ...... ever heard of this kind of thing?" 　　"No." Qin Night calmly answered by looking at the other party. 　　Looking at each other for a few seconds, the grandmother withdrew her gaze and smiled morosely, "Then it's strange ...... that there is no name of yours in the book of life and death. Knocking on your door in the middle of the night a week ago, you could actually see me ......" 　　Qin night with a serious face nonsense: "Do not talk nonsense, that is the refraction of light problem. From a scientific point of view, Canadian neuroscientist Michael Persinger proved that exposing the temporal lobe of the brain to changing electromagnetic fields can give rise to a haunted-like experience ...... and toxicologist Albert Downey put forward the hypothesis that continuous exposure to certain substances, such as carbon monoxide, formaldehyde, insecticides, etc. can produce a haunted-like environment ......" 　　The words did not fall, a muffled sound in the brain out of thin air, Qin Night flew directly out two meters and hit the bed. 　　"The old body flat out hates schoolboys the most." Grandmother took out a foot-long water bong and lit it, gently took a puff, cloud of smoke and mist: "Did you find 'it'?" 　　Qin Night grimaces and rubs his waist as he stands up, "No." 　　"Odd." Grandmother flicked her smoking gun slyly, "It doesn't make sense ah ...... it's only right that it's near this county ......" 　　Qin Night looked at his grandmother's face and tried, "What in the world is it? You can at least tell me?" 　　Find it and hurry up and roll! There has to be a time limit for living for free, right? 　　Granny did not answer, Qin night swallowed saliva, numb the courage to say: "Even if you do not give me to say what it is, but at least to tell me what your name, why come to the world right? Look at the Yin Qi ...... on you." 　　He paused and blinked his eyes. 　　In his eyes, if the black yin qi lingering outside his body was a fire, the yin qi on this old woman's body was simply the Great Wall Beacon! 　　The yin qi rushed to the sky and was almost substantial. Compared to her, she was like a firefly compared to the white moon. This is not a problem of ghosts, this is simply Yan Luo in the world, right? 　　So ...... why do you want to eat and drink for nothing in my small store where you don't have enough to eat and drink? Ghost system elves please obediently go back to your elf ball inside the good? 　　"Your Yin qi ...... is by no means an ordinary Yin messenger in the hell, right?" 　　Still no answer. 　　Granny squinted her eyes, cloudy and smoky as if meditating. Qin Night tried, "It is not that you are not welcome ...... to say that you are also an old hometown of the 'below' na ...... But! People need money to live in the yang world, that is, the kind of reddish banknotes. You see you this second word catch where to live, live where to tie ...... well at least also give me a psychological construction period is not it?" 　　"Gave you a week's time to adapt, and you still haven't adapted?" Grandmother finally put down her smoking gun, her wrinkled face looked at Qin Night with some surprise. 　　Qin Night solemnly shook his head. 　　"This way ah ......," Granny sighed quietly, and with a hook of her finger, a black, wrapped in yin qi, ancient and incomparable pamphlet flew out from Qin Night's chest. Granny gently spread it out, inside were folded pages like an ancient book, and on the first page was a photo of Qin Night. 　　However, this photo was not a few inches photo, but ...... a black and white photo that was completely condensed from black and white qi! 　　Underneath were a few lines of writing. 　　Name: Qin Night (nicknamed Dog Egg). 　　Place of origin: Liu Ertuozi Village, Gazigou, Tang'an County, Qingguang City. 　　Family members: grandfather (deceased) parents (deceased). 　　Year of Birth: October 1, 1938 　　Grandmother's wrinkled hand paused, her gaze somewhat complicated, and she looked deeply at Qin Night: "In front of the old body, there is nothing that can be hidden....... As long as you have had longevity, as long as you were once a 'human being,' as long as you are still a living thing, your past is clear as day." 　　"After experiencing such years, you can still maintain such a cheerful and positive mindset now ...... You're good, really good. I'm very much in favor of you." 　　Qin Night dug his ears, "What are you talking about? I can't understand a bit of it. It's so deep." 　　Grandmother didn't care about him at all and smiled as she took a drag on her cigarette, "Only if you've been in the ocean before will you not lose yourself in the ugliness or friendliness of human nature. This yinjia letter seal, the old body is confident that I did not give it wrong." 　　"You should also know that with an identity like yours, not living or dying, you are actually ostracized on both sides, and how important this civil servant's certificate is to you." 　　Just below this information, there were a few more lines. 　　Position: budding ghost trainee. 　　Time in office: five days, thirteen hours, twenty-seven minutes, and six seconds. 　　"But ......" 　　Grandmother's hand had gently wiped on the photo and sighed softly, "I would have turned my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines in the ditch ......" 　　When the dry hand was placed on the photo, the black and white posthumous photo of Qin Night instantly fluctuated, and before she could wipe it away, the other hand had firmly pressed on it. 　　"Buddha once day, if I don't enter hell, who will enter hell." Qin Night's face was so resolute that it was comparable to that of a revolutionary martyr: "Old boss, you have to learn to give newcomers a chance. It's not easy to find a job nowadays. The complaints on the young people's lips may not be real complaints, but an infinite yearning for promotion and pay raises." 　　"What they need are opportunities! Chances to show what they can do!" 　　Grandmother's mouth twitched, "The 'young people' of 1938 ...... seem to have increased not only their second-skinned faces but also their strong desire to survive after the sea change." 　　Casually threw the book to Qin Night, who took it with a flattering face. Ha waist smiled, "There is something, you support." 　　"Dog egg ah ......" 　　Qin Night's face instantly darkened. 　　Grandmother raised her eyebrows, "Hmm?" 　　"...... You commanded." 　　Grandmother narrowed her smile, the smoking gun gently tapping on the table for a long time before speaking, "I know that you have many doubts. Including why I found you late at night a week ago. And why I'm here. But ......" 　　She took a deep breath, "Tomorrow night at twelve o'clock, my old body will tell you all." 　　Qin Night was silent for a moment and tried, "The moon is over the willow, and the people are after dusk?" 　　Dead silence. 　　Breathing in, breathing out, Grandmother let out an airy, "Scram!!!" Declaring that this exchange ended without a trace. 　　Looking at Qin Night's figure walking outside while sighing, Grandmother's eyes were incomparably complicated. It wasn't until the sound of shuffling came from outside that she pulled up her left smock with a grave expression. 　　It was still the skin of an old man, however ...... the left hand from the elbow upwards, unexpectedly took on a transparent color! And from the bones, the muscles emanated a vague golden light! 　　These golden lights revealed Buddha nature, and one could even see a rootless golden lotus growing and annihilating in them. Countless tiny, faintly visible Brahman scripts flowed through the meridians. This Buddha nature, however, brought Grandmother unspeakable pain. 　　In just a few seconds of lifting it up, cold sweat dripped desperately down her forehead. 　　"Not much more ......" 　　She pulled on her sleeve and looked out the window with a pensive gaze, "The yang world has already sensed the great change in hell ...... leaving me little time ......" 　　"It is a pity ...... that this kid has a good heart, but he has seen too much and too much oil. Having eaten too many years old ...... not only lives forever, but also never grows up and keeps the age of that year. Living in this monstrous identity in the human world of Erwu and Deceit ...... would have liked to temper him a little more, but unfortunately ......" 　　She stood up, her white hair dancing without wind, "There is no more time ......" 　　"Where the hell is 'it'? If we can't find it, everything is all empty talk ...... Hundreds of billions of evil spirits have flooded into the earth, and the current outbreak of the district's paranormal events is nothing more than a prelude ......"