e voice on the other end was trembling. Before I could say anything, I was hung up on.My brother looked at me: "What's up""He said he's busy and couldn't answer the call right now, his voice was shaki...Life, old age, sickness and death, these all have passed away, how can one still be "not dead"

"No, that's not quite right. It's just... it's just that my dad really went, but sometimes…sometimes at home... I feel like my dad is still here…" Ms. Yan rubbed her arms and shivered.

"...So you're saying the elderly person hasn't been moved yet, right" I asked.

"Sent away Oh oh... yes, you understand right It's just like that feeling..." A hint of fear appeared in Mrs. Yan's eyes.

She rubbed her face, calming herself.

Logic dictates that birth, aging, illness, and death are natural phenomena, and the passing of elderly individuals is something every household will inevitably experience.

If it's a normal passing, there wouldn't be any lingering resentment or grievances. The three souls would each find their proper place.

“My family is well-educated and respected. We haven’t made any enemies. My father was ill for many years, and we spent a lot of money on his treatment, but it didn't work, and he passed away.” Mrs. Yan bit her lip and continued, “Our family is quite simple. There’s only my brother and my two children. We haven’t made any enemies outside either.”

She said a little hastily, “And our family has never believed in religion, so we don't know any priests who conduct rituals, and we haven't even thought about inviting one…”

"How did you feel about the old man not being sent off yet" I asked.

"For a while now, I sometimes feel like I hear my dad calling me!!" She got goosebumps all over, and I could see little bumps on her neck just from sitting across from her.

"Not only that, my mom said she felt like there were people moving around in the house for half the day!"

She was a little afraid and turned her head to look behind her as she spoke.

I understand this feeling. At first, when a loved one passes away, you might feel depressed, sorrowful, and miss them dearly.

But if loved ones are truly "not sent away," they will gradually become fearful.

"Miss Xiao Qiao, don't say this is an illusion, I've felt it many times already!" Mrs. Yan retorted before I could even speak.

"While I was pouring water in the kitchen at night, I felt someone patting my shoulder… When I was taking a shower, I felt someone knocking on the bathroom door… When I was cooking breakfast this morning, I felt like someone was talking in the living room…" Madam Yan pressed her temples and sighed, "If this continues, I feel like I'm going to have a nervous breakdown."

"Well... then I'll go see you at your place I have time today, and tomorrow I probably won't be home." I reached over and picked up the satchel from beside the sofa.

Mrs. Yan's eyes widened as she watched me strap Lan Xi to my front with a waist stool and straps, carrying a mommy bag like she was about to go out. She was stunned!

“You, you're taking the children!”

Otherwise, Lan Xi this guy is holding onto my collar and won't let go! This little one hasn't seen me in a while, has she So clingy.

"Don't worry, if it's just not sent away, it's not a big deal. I'll go and see for myself how difficult the situation is." I explained.

Mr. Chen looked at the sky and said to me, "Then I'll go with you, Miss. I can also help hold the little master."

I see you want to cut corners and close up early so you can go back and spend time with your daughter.

》》》

Mrs. Yen's home is in a somewhat old apartment complex.

This used to be the quarters for faculty and staff, but as urban planning and schools moved to new campuses, the land was vacated and given over to commercial buildings. This former family housing complex is located behind the commercial buildings.

"This is going to be demolished too, it's all planned." Mrs. Yan said to me.

"This place has a bit of an eerie vibe," I muttered, glancing at the brightly lit building.

As dusk approached, these old houses, situated on the shady side, appeared even more dilapidated against the backdrop of the bustling city.

"What's that" I looked up at the top of the building.

This stairwell building is only six floors, but there's actually an extra layer added to the roof.

And many plants were planted, some of which climbed the walls, looking like a large bulge.

"That's my house," Mrs. Yan said to me.

"Is the roof also your home" I asked curiously.

“This…cough, in an old house like this, some people on the top floor would build their own gardens or extensions on the roof. Back then, there wasn’t really a concept of illegal construction…Now that these old neighborhoods are being demolished, no one really cares anymore.” Mrs. Yan explained.

I nodded, Lan Xi was very well-behaved in my arms. Old Chen reached out to hug him, but he pouted and turned his head away with a look of disdain.

No way, I'm just like a kangaroo mom, carrying Lanxi up to the sixth floor.

The stairwell was dark and damp. I held onto Lan Xi with one hand and clutched a talisman for warding off evil spirits in my small satchel with the other.

"Living here for too long, you'll get sick even if you're healthy." Old Man Chen mumbled softly behind me.

The two households across from each other on the sixth floor have already moved out.

The stairs to the roof near Ms. Yan's house have already been occupied by a security gate installed by her family.

It's like a back door, but after that is her front door, and there's also a way to go straight up to the roof. Nobody else can get up there.

"Your family sure knows how to spread out, doesn't it" Old Chen said bluntly.

“No, no, that’s because nobody has lived across from here for many years. Plus, my dad keeps flowers and plants upstairs, raises birds and walks dogs, you know He's afraid that kids might go upstairs to play and get into danger, so he sealed it up. Nobody goes up there normally.” Mrs. Yan waved her hand hurriedly.

"Sounds good, but it's just occupying public land." Old Man Chen muttered under his breath.

Mrs. Yan opened the anti-theft door and motioned for us to come into her home. I looked at the stairs leading to the rooftop on my left —

Dull and oppressive, tinged with a lingering resentment, it hovered in the heavy air.

Her situation at home must be complicated.

Mrs. Yan pushed open the door, and a faint smell of medicine wafted towards her.

I frowned, trying to avoid the scent, and saw her come in with her shoes on. It seemed like there was someone else in the house.

“Mom What are you doing”

I followed Madam Yan across the threshold and saw an elderly woman in the living room.

The old woman seemed to be dancing, reaching up and grabbing the air, then jumping, grabbing again, and jumping once more.

Hearing Mrs. Yan's question, she stopped, turned her head to glance at us, and grinned: "My dear girl, you're back! I don't know where a bird flew from, I was chasing it away..."

Bird

Where is the bird in this house

"Mom, don't talk nonsense, there are no birds here!" Mrs. Yan looked up and glanced around. The living room and hallway were so small, where could there be any birds

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

The old woman ignored them, continuing to grab and jump around, a strange smile on her face that sent shivers down their spines.

There are indeed no birds in this house, but a faint black shadow is flying.

Mrs. Yan was already feeling uneasy, and seeing the old woman still making these strange movements, she rushed up and hugged her, telling her not to make a fuss.

When the old woman stopped, I could see that the faint shadow was indeed very birdlike.

It swirled around the living room for two circles and charged toward me!

"...five zang organs knot the fetal infant, ascend to the Pure Upper."

I silently recited the incantation, my two fingers twisting a talisman ready to be drawn out.

Before I could draw the talisman, a plump little white hand suddenly reached out in front of me!

Slap—common sense of the world!"I sort of understand his point of view.Shen Qingrui checked each room in the basement, reinserted the peach wood hairpin into her bun, and raised an eyebrow: “Several dismem...