Aoba Office

Chapter 1905 New World (3)

My mother was frightened by me and at a loss. Dad walked in at this time and yelled at me to stop my behavior.

My mind was filled with thoughts that I was going to die, my heart was about to explode, and I couldn't listen to my parents' cries.

Ashes, I need ashes! Only grandma can save me! Now there is only...

"Help...save me...wuwuwu...ahhhhhhh-"

A sharp scream suddenly came from the phone. It was this cry that almost cut through the night again.

I stopped, slowly turned my head, and looked at the phone.

There is no sound on the phone.

Outside, some neighbors were yelling angrily, while others were asking uneasily.

My parents looked at me with wide eyes.

"Please..." I started crying, kneeling on the ground with weak legs, "Please. I want the ashes... grandma's ashes... they are all true! Everything I said is true! "

My parents were completely frightened this time, trembling and calling my name stammeringly.

"It's haunted... There are ghosts in this world. It's true. Didn't you hear the sound too, huh? Right... ashes, grandma wants ashes... please..."

I lowered my head and begged, there was no other way.

"Your grandma gave you a dream? Do you want ashes?" Dad asked in disbelief.

"right."

"What do you want ashes for?"

"Go to the central green space!" I said, "Dad, everything I said is true!"

"Then what is this?" Dad pointed to the mobile phone on the ground.

The phone rang again at this time, startling people.

"Is he...dead?"

"Stop being scary!"

"But, that one just now..."

"Do any of you have her phone number?"

"I called, but no one answered."

"Just die..."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...Are we all going to die?"

I was even more anxious when I heard this conversation.

Dad picked up the phone, looked at the screen, and said nothing.

"Dad!" I yelled.

"You want it now?" Dad looked complicated.

"If you don't agree, I will go to the cemetery by myself. Yes, I will go to the cemetery by myself. Shovel, I want a shovel. Call a car..." I suddenly thought of this method and got up from the ground.

Mom hugged my arm tightly and started crying.

They thought they were crazy. I know I'm awake.

I have to get the ashes and go to the Center Green. No matter how much grandma can do...she should know a lot of things, right? If I go any further, I will be killed by that ghost. Something has to be done...

With this in mind, I pushed my mother away. She and my dad kept pulling me.

"Okay! Okay!! Go! We'll go with you!"

They finally gave in.

I was excited, but there was a louder voice shouting in my heart.

No... no! You can't take the ashes with you!

She cannot be released!

I saw myself and my parents walking towards the door. My father was still on the phone, contacting his uncle. To take the ashes, the uncle must agree. I don’t know what was said over there, but my father’s expression became subtle.

"The same goes for the boss. The boss also said he saw mom and she asked him to get the ashes."

Strangely, I heard my uncle's voice.

The boss... I'm talking about the eldest brother, the son of the uncle's family. Memories of this cousin came to mind.

All the memories...even those from when I was two or three years old are so clear...

By the time my memories were over, I was already at the entrance to the cemetery.

I'm very anxious, but we have to wait for the uncle to come.

I have to wait for my uncle to come over...

I saw the car coming. Even though we were so far apart, I could clearly see that the person driving the car was my uncle.

It’s time to take out the ashes!

no!

A voice in my heart screamed again.

There were many cars on the road, and several cars were parked at the entrance of the cemetery. The morning light is dim in the sky, it is the time of sunrise.

Are they all grave sweepers?

No, it's not. Their purpose is the same as mine.

"Why do so many people come to pick up the ashes?" The cemetery manager was dumbfounded.

Some of these people looked frightened and anxious, while some had red eyes and full of sadness.

If you are frightened, you come to get the ashes; if you miss your loved ones, you come to get the ashes... There are also a few people with weird expressions and greedy eyes, probably wanting to say something to the ghost of the deceased.

The results of these observations were quickly reflected in my mind, rationally and calmly.

On the other hand, my heartbeat and breathing were rapid, and I had a sense of urgency that I was being targeted by an evil spirit.

Not quite right...

The uncle had already parked the car, got out of the car with his cousin, and walked over.

My cousin's eyes were red and he was the sad kind of person.

Dad and uncle said a few words.

There are too many people asking for the ashes. At least for the cemetery, this has never been the case. They were in a bit of a hurry. People lined up to take the ashes. Not everyone can successfully remove the ashes. The contact person registered in the cemetery of some deceased persons is other people, or even the deceased himself. When relatives come to pick up the ashes, they must provide proof. This is a very cumbersome procedure, and it cannot be done in a cemetery.

I heard cries and curses.

The uncle squeezed into the crowd and shouted loudly that he was the contact person.

Can't take it out!

There is still a voice inside me crying.

My head hurt, and my soul seemed to be torn apart.

I feel the cold.

This is an indescribable weird feeling.

The pain made me unable to think, and I just felt colder and colder.

There's something nearby...

I suddenly turned my head and saw the neatly arranged tombstones outside.

Tombstones in cemeteries have different specifications, large and small, and the accompanying sculptures are also different. On the whole, it is regular.

I saw irregular shadows on this regular and neat tombstone.

Shadows are scattered across the cemetery, floating above the tombstones.

Gradually, I saw clearly the appearance of those shadows.

"Okay." The uncle said.

I turned my head and saw a group of people coming out of the administrator's office.

I saw myself.

I remembered everything about myself, and looking at this face, I felt familiar.

I saw myself walking past me, half of my body brushing against my soul.

I looked down but saw nothing.

I didn't feel my soul being touched before, I just saw my own face that was too close in my field of vision.

My head is still a little dizzy, and the gloomy atmosphere in the cemetery makes me very uncomfortable. Farther away, there were two clear masses of Yin Qi. It's a ghost. These in the cemetery are just souls that have not been reincarnated.

Oh, there is no way to reincarnate.

I looked toward the cemetery.

Those souls were sitting on tombstones, leaning against tombstones, and some were floating in the air, looking curiously at the mess of people.

I heard the buzzing of voices, and the voices also became clear from blur to the shapes of those souls.

"What's the matter?"

"I think things have changed. Did you hear that foreign chanting?"

"Uncle, that's a foreign song."

"Oh, I don't know what will happen..."

"My wife and I are here anyway. We have been dead for so many years. Whatever happens to it."

…

My soul suddenly appeared in the middle of the cemetery.

I saw myself and my family.