"He'll come to find you sooner or later."
"Nephew Yuchuan, are you trying to scare me... I'm not afraid of ghosts."
"Then let Uncle Nine make my father close his eyes," Xiao Yuchuan said heavily. "If you can make my father close his eyes, it means he doesn't blame you."
"This..." Xiao Chonghuai walked to the bedside and saw the corpse of Fifth Brother, Xiao Chonghuan, on the bed. The dead face was grim and the eyeballs bulged, making his heart tremble with fear. To avoid being mocked by his nephew, he endured the terror, stretching his five fingers into a slap shape, and stroked Xiao Chonghuan's face from forehead downward.
Xiao Chonghuan's eyelids were pressed shut, but as soon as Xiao Chonghuai's hand moved away, they snapped open again.
"Gosh..." Xiao Chonghuai jumped and tried several more times, to no avail.
