Chapter 46 of Volume 1: The Small Coffin is Missing

  Hong Jun was stunned, in fact he had no idea what to say. After returning home today, he found that everything in his hometown was not normal. The behavior of his parents, Third Uncle, Old Qi Tou and others, the lonely souls in the tomb, and the current Jin Hong Shuang, were completely different from the memories he left behind when he returned home last year, it was more like a space from another dimension.

  However, his affection for her hasn't changed, which is a comforting thought. He belched, and a strong chicken flavor rose up from his stomach.

  While having dinner, he carefully thought about the words and actions of San Shu and others today, and was certain that this time he came back, it was San Shu's intention. He must have something very important to tell him, and he and Lao Di had spent so much effort in talking, it would not be just telling a simple story. If it weren't for the family dinner tonight, he might have already heard some important news from San Shu's mouth.

  Now, he still hasn't found out from Third Uncle what the purpose of this trip back is, but unexpectedly finds out his own identity from Jin Hongshuang.

  It turned out to be a sentimentalization of myself.

  He felt incredible that he had lived for over twenty years, and except for the fact that his strength increased when he got angry, and the time he saw a ghost, he didn't feel like there was anything unusual about himself.

  Now, he still can't accept that he has fallen in love with her for a while.

  Although, with his IQ, he had already guessed that San Shu had called him back from thousands of miles away, it was likely to tell him his true identity and let him know that he was actually Huajing.

  What's more, Third Uncle had once asked him to look at his own right hand, and he clearly saw that the base of his right hand had a fine red scar circling around his little finger, making it seem as if the little finger had been cut off and then reattached.

  Third Uncle said that Huajing used her little finger to save them. He had already vaguely guessed the relationship between himself and Huajing.

  But now Jin Hongshuang told him that he was actually Huajing, and he was still full of shock.

  He stood there stupidly, saying nothing, and held Rui Xin's hand even tighter. What did it mean to be infatuated?

  "You..." Seeing Hong Jun's dazed expression, Jixiang felt a bit uneasy. He was afraid that he couldn't accept this reality. Many people would suddenly go mad when they heard about great joys or sorrows. As a high-ranking official for over 300 years, he naturally remembered Fan Jin's success in the imperial examination from "The Scholars".

  "Oh, nothing. I just remembered something." Hong Jun woke up from his distraction again. He glanced at Rui Xin and in the darkness, he felt that Rui Xin was also looking at him.

  "That's right, you're Huajing, you are Huajing." Rui Xin wiped away her overflowing tears and muttered.

  "You, you know I'm Huajing?" Hong Jun was completely stunned. He hadn't expected that his girlfriend would actually know his true identity, when he had just found out himself.

  He once again brought up the thing he least wanted to believe in his heart, Ruixin, what kind of person are you? Why did you mysteriously appear at Foyuan Hotel, why have your left hand been clenched tightly all along? How do you know my identity? He didn't want to think about it. He was really afraid that if he knew something, this originally sweet love would crack.

  "Yes, I know." Rui Xin nodded and swallowed the second half of her sentence. "It's precisely because you're Huajing that I've come to find you, Ah Bing."

  "How did you know?" Hong Jun felt incredulous, he himself didn't even know his own identity, yet the people around him all seemed to be aware of it. He decided to take this opportunity to ask about Rui Xin's identity, he didn't want his girlfriend to keep anything from him, even with two ghosts in front of them, he couldn't care less, if he didn't get to the bottom of this, he would always feel like there was something holding him back. He felt that this matter was more important than his own identity.

  "I..." Rui Xin hesitated for a moment, seemingly having made some kind of decision and was about to speak. However, Hong Jun's phone suddenly rang at an inopportune time, interrupting her words.

  Hong Jun felt a bit annoyed, took out his phone and found it was his father's number. He pressed the answer key. After hearing just one sentence, his face changed and tears filled his eyes: "Third Uncle... he passed away."

  "You're back, his mission is already completed, naturally he has to go back." Lucky's words were inexplicable.

  Hong Jun ignored him, pulling Rui Xin along as they ran home in the dark night, their footsteps a bit unsteady, unsure if it was due to sadness or the darkness of the road.

  "What's going on?" Ping An shouted from behind, but was stopped by Jixiang: "He just lost his loved one, how can he care about us now? However, since we've found him, let's follow the meaning of Hong and Hei Lao from now on."

  The family is in a mess, Third Uncle has passed away, and although Third Aunt has mental health issues, after more than a decade of living together, she still remembers what emotions are, and at this moment, she's wailing loudly in the courtyard. My mother is also crying, my father, as the head of the household, can only hold back his tears to make phone calls to summon relatives for help.

  Hong Jun didn't say a word, he dragged his heavy footsteps to the house of Third Uncle. At this time, Third Uncle had been carried to the main room, covered with a mat, quietly lying on the floor of the main room.

  Just a few hours ago, San Shu, who was still talking to himself, suddenly passed away.

  Hong Jun knelt down, knocked his head four times, then stood up. In front of Third Uncle, a brazier and a seat had already been prepared. Hong Jun silently walked over to sit down, picked up several yellow talismans, lit them, and threw them into the brazier. Immediately afterwards, incense was lit in the censer.

  Third Uncle had no children of his own and he was his only nephew by blood relation, so it was only right that he should keep vigil for him.

  He tried hard to recall the shadow of his uncle from the past, but found that his mind was a complete blank, unable to think of anything.

  From start to finish, Rui Xin had been closely following Hong Jun's side. Now that she saw him sit down, she also sat down. The uncle of the person in her heart was also her own uncle, and she would also keep vigil for Third Uncle.

  "Ah, forty years of bitterness, finally relieved today. Little San, you can go." Along with a sigh, Old Jia walked in.

  "Old Uncle." Hong Jun greeted.

  "Hmm." Old Jia nodded in response and walked forward, sitting down next to Hong Jun. He lit a few yellow paper talismans and threw them into the fire pit.

  "You, do you know San Shu..." Hong Jun asked.

  "I know, your Third Uncle knows it too. He's a guardian of the coffin, he has completed his mission, and naturally he will leave." Old Jia said this last sentence, Hong Jun remembered that Jin Hong Shuang also said something similar, he was in a hurry to come back and forgot to say goodbye to Jin Hong Shuang. He subconsciously looked around at each corner of the room, and was startled, Ping An and Ji Xiang were standing in the corner behind him looking at him, Ping An stuck out his tongue and made a ghost face.

  Hong Jun took a look at Lao Dai's head, saw his calm face, and couldn't determine if he had seen Jin Hong Shuang or not. However, since he didn't mention it, he himself was too lazy to bring it up. He was someone who knew when to take things seriously and when to let them go, and he understood the importance of timing better than anyone else. The most pressing matter at hand now was to figure out what else Lao Dai's head knew.

  "A bit, too hasty." Hong Jun muttered to himself. It turned out that he used to think that when people die, it's like a lamp going out, and whenever he saw a loved one pass away, he would wail and cry loudly. Now, he knew that there was another side to this world - when people died, they just went to the underworld, life didn't really end, so he looked at death much more lightly now. Although Third Uncle had passed away, he still felt sad, but it was far from the heart-wrenching grief of losing a loved one.

  "Yes, a bit urgent." Old Qi said, taking a step forward on his own, reaching under the mat and pulling out Third Uncle's tightly clenched right hand, prying open each finger.

  "Huh?" Hong Jun was puzzled. When someone is dead, it's a big deal. Why did this old man still want to go and grab San Shu's hand? If they weren't familiar with each other, he would have shouted to stop him.

  Lao Diaotou didn't answer him, looked at his right hand and then his left hand, before turning back around, drooping his eyelids to stare at Hong Jun: "Huh? Where's the little coffin?"

  "What small coffin? Ah, you mean the one I saw during the day? Didn't see it?" Hong Jun replied.

  This time, Old Jia didn't bother with him and hastily ran out of the house. Before long, he hastily ran back in, his face looking extremely unpleasant: "It's gone, the small coffin is gone."

  The small coffin is the transformed soul of San Shu's three brothers, and inside it is a demon spirit. If it gets lost, the demon spirit will have the opportunity to break out of the coffin, and at that time, there will definitely be a bloody massacre.

  Hong Jun looked at Lao Dui Tou, nodded, and Lao Dui Tou walked to the front of San Shu's corpse, stretched his hand into the mat below, and began to search.

  After a long while, Old Chui withdrew his hand: "None, there's none on his entire body."

  "Nothing?" Hong Jun was really anxious this time, he stood up.