SIAS Chapter 222.2

In the dark night without any moonlight, in this small courtyard, she was alone, quietly burning nine offerings.

But from another perspective, it was very lively.

On July 15th, ghosts enjoy the worship of their descendants and return home to visit relatives.

In addition to the burial site, the memorial offerings have the greatest impact on the ghosts.

In this era, many ghosts come on this day with great excitement, but return empty-handed. The attraction of worship is huge for ghosts.

Zheng Zhiyin and Lin Yibai had originally just wanted to return to the world of the living to revisit their hometown and see what the current motherland looked like. They had never thought that they would pay homage as ancestors and that they would do it together.

After they followed the trail and arrived here, they found that this was a completely unfamiliar place, and the person who worshiped them was also a complete stranger.

It wasn’t too far from the place where they were dead.

But who is this little girl?

The two of them floated over the fire pit that belonged to them, enjoying this rare worship. The clothes they wore when they died, which were full of patches and holes, were changed into their favorite clothes when they were alive.

These clothes were given to them by the little girl who just burned them in the fire pit.

Listening to her whispered words during the worship, Zheng Zhiyin glanced at her husband.

“Student? How come I don’t remember having such a young student?”

“I don’t remember it either.” Lin Yibai said.

He watched the little girl carefully burn the offerings and examine the paintbrush and drawing paper that suddenly appeared in his hands.

“But these are indeed what I often used before the accident. She knows us very well.”

At this time, another ghost appeared next to the two of them, wearing rags similar to theirs before.

“Old Wang? You’re here too? Is this also your student?”

They lived on the same farm before they died. Old Wang died two years before them, and they still live together in the afterlife.

Wang Wenyang, who had just arrived, carefully looked at the person who was paying homage to him and found her very unfamiliar.

At this time, an old man with a white beard spoke up.

“You’re also living in the assigned room in the underworld, right? The price of this assigned room is that your soul memory will be read, and useful information will be archived. You may not have signed the contract in this life and have forgotten it. This girl claims to be our student. She must have received some opportunity related to this. Some people are born with opportunities and do not follow the normal reincarnation path.”

“What? Isn’t there an allocated room for everyone?” Lin Yibai asked in confusion.

When he and his wife died, each of them had only a small mound of earth, without a coffin, and no one could live there. Later, they heard that there were allocated houses in the underworld, so they went there, thinking that everyone had one.

“Wait, you look familiar. Is it Old Mr. Yi?” Wang Wenyang was looking at him when the old man spoke.

A long time ago, when he first arrived at the farm, an old Chinese doctor passed away. He saw the man’s appearance and was deeply impressed.

“Exactly.” Yi Qi stroked his beard, “Who are you?”

“We have all been to Daxing Farm, right? You were the first. When you passed away, I had just arrived. Xiao Lin and Xiao Zheng came even later.” Wang Wenyang said.

Old Mr. Yi had been in the underworld for many years. He stroked his beard and said, “There might be a reason for this. This place is not too far from the farm. This Yi girl might have gotten her chance there.”

“Doesn’t this mean that all our learning did not go with us when we were buried in the earth? This girl’s hands show she has the potential to play an instrument. I wonder what her musical sense is like. Old Lin, I’m so happy!”

Compared to the offerings she received, Zheng Zhiyin was happier about this. It could be said that she completely collapsed and died of depression because her hands were worn out and she could no longer hold the strings. Her love for music surpassed everything else, so it was a great comfort to have someone to carry on her legacy.

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