System: Card drawing in progress

The night is getting darker and darker. Listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the roof outside, it makes me feel sleepy.

Shang Huayang and Shang Huachuan took turns burning paper. The lights were still bright, illuminating the entire side hall. The bright lights brought them great psychological comfort. In addition, since the dead were their own relatives, the funeral home didn't seem so scary anymore.

Both of them have very regular schedules. They were disciplined at school before, so they both live on campus and only go home during holidays. There are dormitory supervisors who check on them at night, so they rarely stay up all night.

After returning home from the holidays, their parents would make another surprise visit at night to see if they were resting or playing with their mobile phones, and most importantly, whether their mobile phones were being charged.

This way, they don’t have room to stay up late.

By eleven o'clock in the evening, they felt a little sleepy. It was their biological clock reminding them to rest. Shang Huayang kept yawning and tears came out. Yawning is contagious, and Shang Huachuan was also yawning.

I stood up, stretched my body, and glanced at the time on my phone. It was twelve o'clock in the evening. The light started to become unstable, flickering as if there was a bad contact.

Shang Huayang pulled Shang Huachuan's arm and swallowed:

"What's going on?"

As a person who likes to watch horror movies, many scary scenes have emerged in his mind, such as the ghost following behind him and the hanged ghost above his head...

He was so frightened that he almost had his breath left.

He looked left and right, up and down anxiously, and he swore that he was usually very brave. If he had known, he would not have watched so many horror movies. As soon as he saw a similar environment, the scenes would automatically play in his head.

Nothing happened, but I was scared to death.

He subconsciously used his special ability, which allowed him to see even in the dark, so he saw the "petite figure" standing next to the coffin.

Anxiously pushing Shang Huachuan's arm, he pointed in the direction of the coffin:

"There...there...look..."

I was so scared that I started stuttering.

The two were twins. Shang Huachuan looked over the moment he opened his mouth to identify them. Under the light, he didn't see anything, but Shang Huayang's fear could not be faked. He didn't have such good acting skills yet.

His eyes flashed, and he thought of a possibility. He also used his supernatural powers. The moment he saw the figure, his heart almost stopped beating, but soon he found that the figure was very familiar.

"Isn't this... Grandma?"

Shang Huayang widened his eyes in disbelief. After taking a closer look, he found that it was actually true.

Grandma was not very tall, about 1.55 meters, and was rather thin, looking very petite. Both of them remembered her face and her clothes very clearly.

Suddenly he was no longer afraid and quickly took a few steps forward:

"Grandma, what's wrong with you?"

This was the quick-talking Shang Huayang. When Shang Huachuan walked up to him, he found that the figure in front of him was a bit illusory, with a confused expression on his face. When he saw the two people approaching, he didn't seem to know them, as if he had Alzheimer's disease.

Their expressions were a little complicated. They realized that grandma was now the ghost they mentioned. They knew the use of superpowers, which was what they had always dreamed of, but now they were not as happy as they imagined.

If they knew that the price of using their supernatural powers was the death of a loved one, he thought, they would not be willing to do it.

Shang Huayang, who had been chattering nonstop, was a beat slow to react. He was still talking to his grandmother about what had happened in the past few days and hadn't reacted yet.

In the moment when the lights flickered, Shang Huachuan saw an extra figure. He was standing quietly aside, leaning against the wall, blending into the darkness in his black clothes.

My heart suddenly skipped a beat, and I subconsciously stood in front of my stupid brother, protecting him, and asked cautiously:

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Shang Huayang stopped talking and looked at Shang Huachuan standing in front of him in confusion. The moment he heard his words, his pupils shrank and he looked towards the place where he was asking the questions.

No one knew how long the black shadow had been there, watching them quietly. Thinking of this, Shang Huayang felt a chill on his back. He looked around suspiciously and used his special powers to make sure there was nothing special. Then he looked towards the corner, trying to see what the man looked like.

Judging from his height, he should be a man, and a man with long hair. Nowadays, there are fewer men with long hair, one of the reasons being that it is difficult to manage.

If you have seen it, you will be impressed.

He was sure that he had never met such a person before. Was he a stranger? Was there any reason for him to be here?

At this time, that figure walked out, and the lights in the side hall finally went out of service. In the moment when the lights went out, it was enough for two people to see the man's face clearly.

"Shopkeeper?"

"The owner of the funeral shop?"

Then, Shang Huachuan frowned. No, that was not right. The feeling the shopkeeper gave him was not like that. This person was almost exactly like the shopkeeper, maybe the same person, but the feeling he gave him was different. Now this person gave him the feeling of danger, danger, danger. If he became his enemy, it would seem like he would die in the next moment.

He always trusted his instincts.

Pulling his stupid brother, he slowly backed away, trying to create some distance. It was also true that grandma didn't want to pull him back together, but unfortunately the hand he stretched out passed through the dazed figure.

In the end, he gritted his teeth and chose to give up. At this moment when he felt a great sense of crisis, reason always suppressed his emotions, allowing him to make the most rational judgment.

"Xiaochuan..."

Shang Huayang looked at his grandmother who was getting farther and farther away, and called Shang Huachuan with some confusion.

The shop owner, however, acted as if he hadn't seen the two of them. He walked up to Grandma and waved his hand:

"From dust to dust, from ashes to ashes, go wherever you belong!"

Grandma's ghost disappeared.

The shop owner appeared in front of the two of them as if teleporting:

"You guys, can you see me?"

The fear these words brought to Shang Huayang was no less than the moment he saw his grandmother's figure. His hands were shaking and his legs were a little weak.

But thinking of his brother standing in front of him, he gained a lot of courage. He gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, rushed over, hugged the owner's legs, and wailed:

"Please, let my brother go. I'll do whatever you want. Let my brother go. He doesn't know anything."

At the same time, he winked at Shang Huachuan, "Run, while I'm holding his legs, run quickly, run far away, you must survive."

My parents have already lost my grandmother. If they lost us, they would not be able to survive. If my younger brother can survive, my parents will also live well for my younger brother.

My younger brother is also very talented. If he can survive, he will definitely achieve more than me in the future and can let my parents live a good life. That is enough.

"elder brother……"