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Suddenly, a thunderclap echoed outside.
Immediately after, heavy rain poured down.
The flashes of lightning and the eerie sound of bells filled the courtyard, creating an atmosphere of intense tension.
Grandfather stood frozen in place, at a loss for what to do.
He never expected that Wang Wei would actually be dead.
Even more surprising were the words spoken by Daoist Yu before leaving.
The Living Dead must be eliminated, and it would take seven days.
During these seven days, Wang Wei's family had to stay in the courtyard.
Otherwise, unforeseen events would occur.
Grandfather furrowed his brow as he looked at Wang Wei lying on the ground, unsure of what to do next.
Grandma crouched down and reached out to check Wang Wei's breath.
Her expression changed: "He's dead!"
Grandfather sighed, "This is troublesome."
The rain intensified, and the bells on the red string rang incessantly.
It seemed to urge the passage of time.
Grandfather turned to me and said, "You take the child inside first."
Grandma, feeling uneasy, replied, "You..."
Grandfather waved his hand dismissively: "I'm fine."
Reluctantly, Grandma took my hand and led me into the house.
She pulled the curtains shut, preventing me from looking outside.
She made the bed for me and said, "Sleep."
I lay down, feeling a mix of understanding and confusion.
She sat beside me, looking worried.
Unable to sleep, I turned to her and asked, "Grandma, what are you thinking about?"
She sighed, "It's nothing."
She gently patted my head, "Just sleep."
The next day at noon, I woke up.
A foul smell hit me as soon as I got out of bed.
I ran into the yard and saw Grandfather and Grandma sitting on a bench.
Both of them wore frowns and said nothing.
The red string in the yard still hung there.
The bloodstains on the red string were glaringly bright.
The sound of bells rang out with the wind.
Grandfather took a deep breath and said, "This isn't a solution."
Grandma looked at him and asked, "Then what should we do?"
After a moment of thought, Grandfather suggested, "How about you two leave for now?"
Grandma was taken aback, "Where to?"
Grandfather pointed outside, "To Sanli Village."
Grandma looked at him anxiously, "What about you?"
Grandfather forced a smile, "I'll stay here and keep watch."
Grandma was a bit anxious. "What good does it do for you to stay here?"
Grandfather looked at her. "Bian Ming cannot be in danger."
Grandma wanted to say something else, but Grandfather pulled me to his side.
He looked at Grandma. "You take good care of the child."
With red eyes, Grandma remained silent.
Grandfather helped her up. "Let's go."
Grandma took my hand and we walked out of the courtyard.
As we passed the Wang family, their door was tightly shut.
The yard was eerily quiet, not a sound to be heard.
Grandma and I walked all the way to Sanli Village.
Uncle greeted us warmly and arranged for our accommodation.
Grandma decided to stay here for a few days.
She planned to return after things calmed down.
Though she was physically present, her mind was always with Grandfather.
In the evening, she suddenly stood up and walked outside.
I asked her where she was going, but she didn't answer.
Before leaving, she locked the courtyard gate.
When she returned, her shoes were covered in mud.
There were also bloodstains on her sleeves.
She urged me to go to sleep quickly, but she herself tossed and turned, unable to rest.
I didn't fall asleep until late at night.
For several consecutive days, Grandma went out in the evenings.
She always returned home in the middle of the night.
When she came back, her shoes were caked with mud.
There were also bloodstains on her sleeves.
I asked her how Grandfather was doing.
She always replied, "He'll be here soon; your father will come to find us."
That night, Uncle came by.
He was carrying a freshly killed rooster. "Sister, I brought you a chicken to eat."
Grandma politely declined, "No need."
Uncle set the chicken down. "What does it matter if you need it or not?"
"With just the three of us, we won't worry about waste."
Uncle was disabled.
He was blind in his left eye.
Because of this, the villagers were reluctant to ask him for help, especially when it came to building new houses.
The villagers considered him bad luck.
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