Ten minutes later, after a baptism of love, the boy once again showed a pitiful expression and looked up at me: "Do my parents really still love me?"

I didn't answer.

Although the boy is a fierce ghost, he is the weakest type. His obsession is not persistent enough. Even if he feels that his parents do not love him, deep down in his heart, he still has a small hope.

But I didn't dare to give him hope, not even to deceive him.

After losing this last trace of doubt, when his obsession became pure, all that was left was boundless resentment and pain.

Resentment and pain are the source of ghost power and are called resentment.

"Whether your parents love you or not, you need to see for yourself."

"Go and see it yourself?" The boy's mood became unstable again: "I've seen it, they don't love me, they don't love me."

"Not necessarily. Maybe what you see is only part of it. They love you, but they just don't show it."

"Yeah?"

The boy was puzzled, and the women around him began to talk nonsense again under my instruction.

"What parents don't love their children?"

"I don't know how sad they are, but they still have to force themselves to smile in front of outsiders."

...

After another round of brainwashing, I lost no time in saying: "You can go and see for yourself. Of course, the premise is that you cooperate with me and move your grave. Otherwise, you will never be able to leave here. Do you know where you are buried?

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The boy shook his head: "Take me to see my parents."

His expression was very determined. I thought about it and agreed: "Okay, where are you buried?"

"They threw me into the river."

"In the river?"

I frowned. There was a small river outside the village. Although it was only about ten meters wide and a few meters deep, the current was very fast. The corpses that were thrown down seven years ago were washed away long ago.

"It seems that we can only build a cenotaph."

The corpse is very important, and even if there is not one, a tomb is still necessary. After all, being laid to rest is not just a talk. Even if it is a evil ghost, as long as it is not buried in some inexplicable place, the grievances will gradually be dissipated.

If a ghost is compared to a stone, burial would be like running water. No matter how hard the stone is, its edges will be slowly smoothed by the flowing water.

After solving the boy, it was early morning.

I didn't sleep all night, but no one felt sleepy.

The village chief was scolding several young people at this time: "You know the benefits of ancestor worship, right? One by one, you will find excuses not to come back during the Qingming Festival. Without the blessings of your ancestors, how can you survive tonight?"

I didn't bother the village chief. He was right. Ancestor worship and sweeping the graves were not just a way of mourning for relatives, but also for one's own good, whether it was about luck in Feng Shui or protection from the strange world.

I asked Liuzi to remember to wake me up, and I would sit in the corner to rest. There were too many lonely ghosts tonight, so I'd better get together and get through the night.

I don’t know how long I slept, but I was woken up by Liuzi in a daze.

The village chief hadn't rested yet and was talking energetically to the villagers. Seeing that I was awake, he hurriedly came over and said, "Xiaolong, it's going to be dawn soon. How should we arrange it?"

I thought for a while and said, "Whoever has children's clothes needs new ones. They must not be worn. I won't believe them even once. Once we find them, we will start moving the graves in order."

The deceased is usually buried with his or her clothes before death, but the boy's body was thrown into the river, so there were no clothes left.

If it has not been worn before, you can only use new ones.

Clothes worn by someone, even if only once, will be stained with that person's breath. It is not good for the owner of the clothes to be used for burial, let alone for the burial of evil ghosts.

The ghost will feel the popularity on the clothes and look for the owner of the clothes.

The village chief made arrangements and came to me and asked: "What should I do about the ancient tomb? Isn't it a place to suppress evil spirits?"

"We can't lay it out. The one grandpa laid before has been destroyed. Now if we want to lay it out, it will take another eight years. The other party may not give us this time. Let's go look for the ancient tomb tomorrow afternoon. I'll see if there are any other ways.

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"Okay, okay."

When the sky turned white and my third uncle woke up, I realized that the locust tree that I had always suspected was secretly planted by my third uncle.

He dreamed about his mother every day, so he thought about using the locust tree to make his mother stronger and no longer be bullied by the ghosts below. Of course, it backfired.

After scolding my third uncle, the last trace of doubt in my mind disappeared.

After washing his face with cold water, he led the villagers out of the ancestral hall.

Let the elderly, women and children go back to rest first, while I took the village chief and a group of strong men to the place where the boy was buried.

Dig out two pieces of soil here, put one piece into the small altar prepared in advance, light a little paper money and burn it inside, and seal the altar.

Children have been buried here. With the breath of the child and this piece of soil, the child can stay with me.

The other piece was brought to the well dug previously.

This is a low-lying part of the back mountain, far away from other tombs.

Children who died young were not allowed to enter the ancestral graves, let alone the fact that the boy was not from Huangjia Village.

For the boy, I chose the urn coffin burial among the ten burial methods.

This burial method is mainly for the deceased young children and teenagers. There is no coffin, and the burial objects are pottery with holes in the bottom.

No monument or tomb was built, only a tree was planted to mark the location.

This kind of burial method is relatively simple, and I do the whole process myself.

Burn paper to warm the hole, put the pottery with the children's clothes in the pit, then put the soil brought from the cemetery on the pottery. Finally, fill it with soil.

After the completion, except for the renovated land and the small sapling, there was no trace of the burial.

Compared with the boy, moving the grave of others is much more troublesome.

But for me, there aren't many things.

After all, it was only a few years old and the coffin was still intact, so there was no need to pick up the bones.

People in the village are all familiar with moving graves for burials. I just need to make sure that nothing special happens.

By noon, all the graves have been moved.

When the village chief and others were going to move my grandfather's grave, I stopped them.

"Village Chief, my grandfather's grave will have to wait a while. My father hasn't arrived yet, and it will be moved at noon."

Bone pickers are different from ordinary people. They have to deal with the yin energy of corpses all their lives, and only the midday sun can suppress it.

Therefore, whether it is my grandfather or other bone pickers, if they want to move the grave, they must move it at noon when the sun is shining brightly.

Moreover, my father is still alive, and as a grandson, I cannot touch my grandfather’s land.

It is passed down from generation to generation, and there cannot be any skipping or discontinuation of generations. When moving the grave of an elderly person, the son (eldest son) must be the first to move the soil, and the grandchildren cannot move the soil.

This is also the eldest son's first sword in the bone collector's inheritance.

At noon, my father hurried over without asking any questions.

My father is not a bone picker, but under the influence of my grandfather, he also knows a lot about bone pickers. When I moved my grandfather's grave, he only said to be careful.

I understand what he means very well, after all, the way grandpa died was too horrific.
Chapter completed!