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Some people can't swallow their last breath when they die. Breathing becomes difficult in their throats, and they can't breathe, just like souls. They can't go to heaven or go to hell. These are ghosts.
It is said that people will be resurrected on the seventh day after death, which is also commonly known as the "first seven".
Grandpa has been dead for a week. He is a lonely old man. Naturally, I am not his own grandson, but our feelings are like father and son.
I followed him everywhere since I was a child, showing feng shui to the dead, finding graves, dealing with the aftermath and so on. Grandpa is a famous teacher of Yin and Yang, Mr. Feng Shui. I grew up eating the food of the dead.
He died, no one died, and this great task fell on me. Neighbors only come to look after him for a while during the day, but they don't want to come at night, for fear of bad luck.
In the huge mourning hall, I was the only one who woke up kneeling in front of the incense table. Tonight is the seventh night. No one dares to set foot here. I kowtowed to people who came to burn incense these days, and I was so tired that I almost collapsed and fainted. I couldn't take it anymore, so I collapsed and took a nap.
The night is dark and windy, and the Baibuling mourning hall is a little cold. The fallen leaves outside the courtyard were swept up by the wind and floated into the hall, looking like ghosts. I was too sleepy to pay much attention.
Candles in the box ...