So, when the tomb ghost came back to its senses, it found that it was already following this human being.

Although it was a little surprised, its heart calmed down again.

Something so important...

It needs to be brought back.

…

"Then you haven't discovered anything after following Uncle Chen for so many days?"

Xiao Xiao was confused.

The Tomb Ghost can be said to be following Uncle Chen closely around the clock.

It should be clear what Uncle Chen did.

Uncle Chen's previous performance has explained everything.

He really didn't know what he had taken from the Tomb Ghost, and he didn't know that the Tomb Ghost was by his side before that. In other words, he wouldn't pick up anything on purpose.

If the tomb ghost doesn't know what he is looking for...

But his intuition came out. Once he saw something so important, the grave ghost would know that it was what he was looking for.

As a result, after a few days, the tomb ghost was still following the middle-aged man.

…

The grave ghost shook his head.

If it had discovered something, it would have taken it back long ago.

…

"Then are you sure the things are still here with Uncle Chen?"

Xiao Xiao thought of another possibility.

Could it be that the things were no longer on Uncle Chen’s possession, so Tomb Ghost Ren couldn’t find them no matter how hard he searched?

…

There was a somewhat dazed look in the tomb ghost's one eye.

Then, it nodded.

Um.

It's ok.

For no reason, its heart told it that what it wanted was right next to this human being.

…

Seeing the serious look on the monster's face, Xiao Xiao looked a little helpless.

What an idealistic monster.

Maybe, this is the so-called induction from somewhere?

His eyes narrowed slightly and he confirmed one last time, "Are you sure?"

"You have to know that you don't have much time."

This monster cannot afford to find the wrong target.

…

The tomb ghost pursed his lips, and then nodded vigorously.

It trusts its own feelings.

"good."

Xiao Xiao nodded slightly.

He looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Uncle Chen, can you tell me about what happened when you were sweeping the grave that day?"

"Even if it is the smallest detail, please tell me."

"Perhaps, there will be unexpected discoveries."

…

"Yeah?"

The middle-aged man scratched his hair and said, "Okay."

"But even if you ask me to tell you the trivial details, I don't know if I can still remember them."

The man smiled bitterly.

"Who would go out of their way to remember these things?"

"I tried hard to think about it just now."

"My head hurts thinking about it, but I still haven't thought of anything that I might have mistakenly taken from the tomb ghost."

…

"It doesn't matter, Uncle Chen, maybe you will suddenly remember many details while talking."

Xiao Xiao smiled.

This is often the case.

Sometimes I am thinking hard by myself, and after thinking about it, it is all based on the existing impressions. In the end, it is easy to fall into a dead end where the mind goes blank.

But if you tell it, in the process of narrating, you may have a flash of inspiration.

…

"Haha, I hope so."

The middle-aged man laughed dryly.

Then, he calmed down and thought carefully for a while before speaking with some caution.

"That day……"

Uncle Chen drove his wife and children back to his hometown to visit the grave.

Just like previous years.

Everything is in order.

…

The tomb of my hometown is on the mountain.

The usually quiet mountains were very lively that day, even a bit noisy.

Along the way, you can see men, women and children carrying grave-sweeping items.

They are also one of them.

…

Uncle Chen's hometown is a rural area.

Unlike the cemeteries in the city, which can be accessed by car, the mountains in the countryside can only be walked up with two feet.

It's still a path full of thorns and weeds on both sides.

It's not easy to walk.

The Chen family's tomb is halfway up the mountain and a little further up.

The location is good and the view is very broad.

It's just a little hard to walk up every time.

He carried the child the last step of the way.

He was also complained by his child’s mother that he doted on her child too much…

Having said this, the middle-aged man stopped.

He was a little embarrassed, "Isn't it too trivial?"

Because before this young man asked him to say whatever he thought of, no matter how trivial the details were, he kept this in mind, as if he was nagging a lot of useless words.

Will what he said before be of any help in finding out what he took from the Tomb Ghost?

Obviously not.

Time is running out now, and he still talks so much nonsense...

However, other than these, he didn't know what to say.

What he remembered about that day were indeed all these trivial and trivial things.

Nothing special.
To be continued...