My words scared Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun brothers. I exposed the fact that they didn't want to believe.

But in fact, I don’t know what Song Xian really saw, and he was still sick to the point where he had hallucinations.

The two brothers prefer to believe the latter explanation.

Liu Zhijun immediately said, "Mom, don't scare us. You are really confused."

Liu Zhiguo also agreed immediately.

The two caught Song Xian's hands. Looking at their expressions, they were a little scared of touching Song Xian. Despite this, the two still held Song Xian and wanted to leave.

Song Xian struggled, sat down, cried loudly, his hands still spread out, trying to grab the thing in the iron railing.

Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun were like the cruelest kidnappers, dragging an old man to the car like this.

The two of them are not young anymore, and they can't stand it when they meet Song Xian's desperate struggle.

In the past, more than a year ago, I would suggest that the two call an ambulance and send Song Xian directly to receive psychological and mental treatment. Now, I can't say such words. I can't send someone who claims to have seen ghosts to a mental hospital. If I really do this, I should be staying in a mental hospital.

Guo Yujie couldn't stand it and stepped forward to stop Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun. She was very strong, so she was careful and deliberately controlled her and could hold Song Xian so that she could not move without hurting her.

Song Xian was wrapped around Guo Yujie's hands and shoulders, leaning against Guo Yujie's arms, and she wanted to see what was inside the iron railing, crying too much.

"Grandma Song, please calm down first, don't worry. Talk about it carefully. You..."

"What's there to say about this! My mother is just brain-sick!" Liu Zhiguo wiped his sweat.

Liu Zhijun said: "This is not OK. It's better to find a doctor or something... I'll call an ambulance..."

Liu Zhiguo complained: "This ghost land - there is no one in this place for a long time. When will the ambulance come? What are you doing here..." He glared at me.

I was still standing in front of the railing. His eyes touched me and immediately dodged away, not daring to look at the factory.

I looked at the factory area.

Song Xian cried so loudly, but there was no sound in the entire factory. What's even more terrifying is that we have been here for so long and have not seen a single person or a car.

It's not a weekend or work time, it's already noon.

It seems that there are only five of us left in the whole world.

Liu Zhiguo was reluctant to come here. He was unwilling to accompany Song Xian to find any cemetery, and just wanted to bury the ashes of his grandparents casually.

Liu Zhijun seemed to be looking at his mother Song Xian, willing to spend time and energy to coax Song Xian.

Song Xian couldn't listen to anything at this moment and kept crying, as if he wanted to cry out the tears of his whole life and the next life. Her appearance made people worry about whether she would suddenly faint.

Guo Yujie can only control her behavior, not her emotions.

I said, "Let her go."

"What are you doing!" Liu Zhiguo was furious.

"It's all like this, it's useless to stop her." I replied and walked to Song Xian, "Grandma Song, do you still know who I am?"

Song Xian ignored me.

"Do I want to help you. I helped you take out your parents' ashes, do you remember?" I asked.

Song Xian looked at me at this time.

"Do you know your parents have passed away?" I asked carefully, observing Song Xian's emotions.

Song Xian's tears came out again and he looked at the factory.

"Let's send them off. OK? You say goodbye to them, and then we go back, okay? You have two sons and grandchildren, right? Your parents definitely don't want you to be so sad." I advised.

Song Xian lowered his head and after a long time, he looked up and said, "I have to send them here."

She still wanted to send the ashes of the two old men here.

I asked uncertainly, "What if I've sent it here?"

This place is someone else's factory, even outside the factory, it is a municipal road. Now it is not the past, you can bury people by just finding a mountain. In the past, poor people were not so careless. In ancient times, there were mass graves, and corpses and ashes were thrown on the streets.

Song Xian just murmured: "You have to send it here. You must send it here."

"What are you going to do after you send it here? Where should you put it or where to bury it?" I asked afterwards.

Song Xian seemed to be thinking for a while, but also seemed to be understanding my simple question, "It was delivered to my dad and my mom."

Liu Zhiguo said: "This is someone else's factory! There is also a power grid on it! How can I stuff it in? Or spread it inside?"

Liu Zhijun patted Liu Zhiguo, "Just spread inside, there is no one here. There is no surveillance camera..."

Liu Zhiguo said nothing.

He probably can accept such a way of handling it.

I looked around and found that there was indeed no one or no monitoring. It was a bit unethical, but there seemed to be no other way. I wanted to contact the people from the factory here to see if I could ask them to make peace. When Song Xian collapsed the ashes, we would help clean them up, or pay some more money. If there was a taboo, I could only find another way. I sympathized with Song Xian. This is the normal solution. But it was related to the supernatural. I was a little worried about the bad consequences that would cause when the two jars of ashes were scattered.

For the time being, I didn’t see the yin energy or the ghost. Song Xian’s parents did not show up, let alone attack us.

I signaled Guo Yujie to let go and asked Song Xian to say goodbye to her parents.

Song Xian ran over quickly, put his hand into the railing again, held his hands in swaying, lowered his head and cried, like a child who found his parents.

She muttered and said a string of words in a dialect that I couldn't understand.

I looked at Liu Zhiguo and Liu Zhijun.

Liu Zhiguo still had resentment and did not notice my sight.

Liu Zhijun shook his head and said, "I... have never heard my mother say such things..."

Song Xian's voice was very small and his speech was fast. Because he was crying, his voice was still very vague. I couldn't even tell the dialect of where she was talking.

Liu Zhijun sighed a little, "I really don't know about my grandparents, and I have never heard my mother mention it. My father doesn't say it. Before my grandparents passed away, I never thought about them, and I had no idea at all. When my grandparents passed away, I asked a question."

"You asked when our grandfather passed away." Liu Zhiguo breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, it was when my grandfather passed away. My father was so sad. After drinking, he talked a lot about my grandfather's past. My mother was by the side and didn't answer. He drank down and I asked my mother about my grandfather's affairs." Liu Zhijun recalled.

"Mom said at that time that they had died long ago. That's it." Liu Zhiguo said calmly.

"At that time, you moved to the Sixth Village of Gongnong?" I asked.
Chapter completed!