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My words frightened the two brothers Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun. I revealed the truth that the two of them didn't want to believe.

But in fact, I don't know what Song Xian really saw, and his dementia has reached the point of hallucinations.

The two brothers preferred to believe the latter explanation.

Liu Zhijun immediately said: "Mom, stop scaring us. You are really confused."

Liu Zhiguo immediately agreed.

The two of them grabbed Song Xian's hands. Judging from their expressions, they were a little afraid of touching Song Xian. Despite this, the two still asked Song Xian to leave.

Song Xian struggled up and sat down, crying loudly, with his hands still open, trying to grab something in the iron railing.

Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun were like the cruelest kidnappers, dragging an old man to the car.

The two of them were not young at all, and they were a little overwhelmed when Song Xian struggled so hard.

In the past, more than a year ago, I would have suggested that the two of them call an ambulance and send Song Xian directly to receive psychological and psychiatric treatment. Now, I can't say such a thing. There is no way I would send someone who claims to have seen a ghost to a mental hospital. If I did this, I should be admitted to a mental hospital myself.

Guo Yujie couldn't stand it and stepped forward to stop Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun. She was very strong, and with a little attention and deliberate control, she was able to hug Song Xian so that she could not move without hurting her.

Song Xian was held by Guo Yujie's hands and shoulders, and he leaned in Guo Yujie's arms. He still wanted to see what was inside the iron railings and cried uncontrollably.

"Grandma Song, please calm down first and don't be impatient. Please speak calmly. You..."

"What's there to say! My mother is just mentally ill!" Liu Zhiguo wiped his sweat.

Liu Zhijun said: "This won't work. It's better to find a doctor or something... I'll call an ambulance..."

Liu Zhiguo complained: "This ghost place - there has been no one in this place for a long time. When will the ambulance come? What are you doing here..." He glared at me.

I was still standing in front of the railing, and when his eyes touched mine, he immediately dodged away, not daring to look at the factory.

I took a look inside the factory area.

Song Xian cried so loudly, but there was no sound at all in the entire factory. What’s even more frightening is that we have been here for so long and haven’t seen a single person or car.

This is not a weekend holiday, nor is it working time, it is already noon.

It seemed like there were only five of us left in the whole world.

Liu Zhiguo came here very reluctantly. He didn't want to accompany Song Xian to find a cemetery, and just wanted to bury the ashes of his maternal grandparents casually.

Liu Zhijun seems to be a little attracted to his mother Song Xian, and is willing to spend time and energy to coax Song Xian.

Song Xian couldn't listen to anything at the moment, and kept crying, as if he wanted to cry away all the tears in his life and the next life. Her appearance made people worried that she might faint suddenly.

Guo Yujie can only control her behavior, but not her emotions.

I said, "Let her go."

"What are you doing!" Liu Zhiguo was furious.

"It's already like this. There's no point in stopping her." I replied and walked up to Song Xian, "Grandma Song, do you still know who I am?"

Song Xian ignored me.

"I want to help you. I helped take out your parents' ashes, do you remember?" I asked.

Only then did Song Xian look at me.

"Do you know that your parents have passed away?" I asked carefully, observing Song Xian's emotions.

Song Xian's tears welled up again and he looked towards the factory area.

"Let's see them off properly. Okay? You say goodbye to them, and then we go back, okay? You have two sons and grandchildren, right? Your parents definitely don't want you to be so sad." I advised.

Song Xian lowered his head for a long time, then raised his head and said, "We have to send them here."

She still wanted to send the ashes of the two old people here.

I asked uncertainly: "What happens after you send it here?"

This place is a factory. Even outside the factory, it is a municipal road. Now it's not like before, you can just find a hill to bury someone. Even in the past, poor people were not so careless. There were mass graves in ancient times, and corpses and ashes were not thrown on the streets.

Song Xian just murmured: "It has to be sent over. It must be sent over."

"What are you going to do after you send it here? Where will you put it or bury it somewhere?" I asked.

Song Xian seemed to think about it for a while, and seemed to be understanding my simple question, "It's to be delivered to my father and mother."

Liu Zhiguo said: "This is a factory! There is a power grid on top! How do you stuff it in? Or spread it inside?"

Liu Zhijun patted Liu Zhiguo and said, "Spread it wherever you want. There's no one here. I haven't seen any surveillance..."

Liu Zhiguo remained silent.

Such a way of handling it is probably acceptable to him.

I looked around, and there was no one monitoring me. It's a bit unethical to do this, but there seems to be no other way. I want to contact the people at the factory here to see if I can ask them to be accommodating. When Song Xian pours out the ashes, we will help clean them up or contribute some money. If people have taboos, they can only find other ways. I sympathize with Song Hyun. This is the normal solution. But since it has something to do with supernatural beings, I'm a little worried about what bad consequences it will have if those two jars of ashes are scattered.

For the time being, I didn't see any yin energy or ghosts. Song Xian's parents didn't show up, let alone attack us.

I signaled Guo Yujie to let go and let Song Xian go say goodbye to her parents.

Song Xian hurriedly ran over, put his hand into the railing again, clasped his hands in vain, lowered his head and cried, like a child who has found his parents.

She muttered something in a dialect I couldn't understand.

I looked at Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun.

Liu Zhiguo was still angry and didn't notice my gaze.

Liu Zhijun shook his head and said: "I... have never heard my mother say such things..."

Song Xian's voice was very low and she spoke very fast. Because she was crying, her voice was still very vague. I couldn't even tell what dialect she was talking about.

Liu Zhijun said with some emotion, "I really don't know about my grandparents. I never heard my mother mention it. My father didn't say anything either. Before my grandparents passed away, I never thought about them, and I didn't have any idea in my mind. I asked this question when my grandparents passed away.”

"You asked when our grandfather passed away." Liu Zhiguo exhaled.

"Yes, it was when my grandpa passed away. My dad was very sad. He drank and talked a lot about my grandpa's past. My mom was nearby and didn't answer. He fell down after drinking, so I asked my mom about my past. Grandpa’s matter,” Liu Zhijun recalled.

"Mom said at that time that they had died a long time ago. That's it." Liu Zhiguo said calmly.

"At that time, you moved to the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants?" I asked.

The two brothers nodded together.

Happy Lantern Festival~~~o(*￣▽￣*)o