You, if you keep haunting me every night and harming me... don't blame me for being ruthless and digging up your grave one day!!
Even in death, you'll find no peace!!"
After these harsh words, Li Guohua listened carefully, waiting in the dark. Finding no response, he felt a bit relieved.
He sighed, his tone softened a lot: "Let this settle things between you and me. I'll burn some joss paper for you. In the future, during Qingming, when my family visits the grave, we'll burn some for you too. Let's just call it even."
He took out a stack of yellow paper from his bag and set it on fire, quietly waiting for it to burn to ashes, then carefully extinguished the flames.
He had come well-prepared, taking out a small spatula from his bag to clean up all the ashes of the burnt joss paper, scooping them into a nearby dirt pit he dug and covering it with soil.
