(2)Atypical Redemption [Fast Travel]

Chapter 289 The Widow of the Ghost-Transforming Master

Chapter 289 The Widow of the Ghost-Transforming Master

Lin Zhi opened the suitcase that he had not been able to open just now and spread it on the ground.

The clothes he packed were very few, occupying only a quarter of the suitcase, and the remaining space was occupied by a sandalwood box.

It was an empty box with some runes painted on it, specifically for the purpose of loading Lian Qing's limbs.

Although the fierce ghost was killed by Lian Qing, his remaining flesh and blood seemed to still have the power of resentment, which could inspire corpse transformation, or perhaps be parasitic. Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain why Xiao Yang was tempted to move forward.

Lin Zhi placed Lian Qing's head in the box. The box closed and the sound of a slight collision indicated that it would not see the light of day for the time being.

The incense candle is still burning, but it is not far away from being extinguished.

Lin Zhi dealt with the accumulated wax liquid and heard the noise outside the door.

With a low sob expressing his sadness, Lin Zhi opened the door and saw Xiaoyang standing in the room, being led by someone, staring blankly in the direction of her grandma.

He was only three or four years old, and his language skills were limited. He was somewhat slurred and helplessly told the people around him about the incident where Grandma came to see him just now.

Others said that Grandma had left him, but he didn't believe it. Grandma was clearly asleep there, and she had been sleeping for a long time.

"How long will grandma sleep until she wakes up?"

Auntie said with pity in her eyes: "She will never wake up."

"How long is forever? Do you come back once a year like your parents do? Or is it further away than a year?"

There is confusion about death on the child's face. He doesn't understand that such a thing will definitely happen, and he doesn't understand what "forever" means.

Listening to his childish words, Lin Zhi seemed to have a distant scene in his mind.

Grandpa was lying on the hospital bed with tubes inserted into his body, and fingers as thin as dead branches were gently stroking his hair.

Lin Zhi could no longer remember what he muttered.

I only remember that the family members behind him were all looking at him from a few steps away. Maybe they regarded it as some kind of power handover ceremony.

Grandpa is undoubtedly a very persevering and capable business talent, but running a business may not be easier than starting a business. The same may not be true for those successors of powerful emperors through the ages. Grandpa is also aware of the mediocrity of his children, so when he realizes that he has When he had a talent, he took him with him to teach him and even wrote a book for him.

Although he has passed away, his influence as a patriarch is still there.

The daughters-in-law he hand-picked were all submissive, and even believed in him to the point of blind obedience, so that the burden of the family fell on him and resources were poured into him, and no one raised any objections openly.

The only aunt who didn't want to stay and endure the hardship didn't take anything away. She didn't want any of her children or husband, so she left alone.

These scenes that existed deep in his memory were already very far away, but at that time Lin Zhi had already understood the meaning of death.

Perhaps because of his cold nature, he didn't feel too sentimental about his grandfather's departure.