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Ji Hongguang never came to see Ji Yu again after that day, but he would occasionally hear about the mother and son from some elderly people.

Du Yueyi went to see Liu Yumei almost every day. It was said that the village chief He Mingde even had a big fight with Liu Yumei because of this matter.

When Ji Yu went to find the village chief, he saw him sitting on the steps at the door, smoking his pipe, looking like he was worried about something.

"Ji Yu, why are you here? Is it about the cemetery?"

Seeing Ji Yu, He Mingde exhaled the cigarette in his mouth and waved his hand to disperse the smoke in the air.

"Yes, I went to check it out yesterday. It will be finished in three days. This Saturday, I want to move my parents' graves there."

"Saturday should be possible. I'll reserve the two best seats for your parents. Have you figured out the time?"

"Not yet. I was just planning to find someone to help me calculate the time."

He Mingde patted his butt and stood up after hearing this. "Leave this to me. There happens to be a Feng Shui master in our village. I'll go and ask for you."

"Will it be too much trouble for you, Uncle He? Otherwise, I can go by myself."

"It's okay, it's just a few steps, it's not a big deal at all."

He Mingde waved his hand and said, "Wait for my news."

After hearing this, Ji Yu stopped arguing with him and said, "Okay, I'll trouble you, Uncle He."

Not long after returning to the hotel, he received a call from Uncle He.

The best time to move a grave is at midnight on Saturday night. This is the time when the yin energy is the heaviest and is most suitable for moving a grave.

Ji Yu went to contact the person immediately.

During this period, he has become very familiar with the situation in the village through the aunts and uncles in the village.

Two young men were hired quickly.

Ji Yu had cremated the original owner's parents. The urn was very light, but the soil had become very solid due to wind and sun, and needed help to dig it up.

The construction team invited by Yuan Shenghe was extremely efficient, and two days later, the entire cemetery was completed.

The originally bare cemetery immediately became full of vitality and pleasant scenery after transplanting green grass.

Many elderly people were very satisfied after seeing this, and it will be convenient for their descendants to come here to sweep the graves in the future.

After that, the grave relocation began in a hurry.

However, there are not many people as anxious as Ji Yu, because he will not stay in Qingxi Town for long.

On the night the cemetery was completed, which was Saturday night at 11 o'clock, he took two strong men up the mountain to dig graves.

The road on the mountain is not easy to walk on. It has rained recently, so the soil on the path is quite wet. It didn’t take long for my shoes to be covered with mud.

The temperature in the deep mountains was relatively low, and everyone couldn't help rubbing their hands as they walked.

Ji Yu brought the two of them to his parents' tombstone, burned paper and offered incense according to the procedure, and then directed two strong men to dig the grave.

Both of them were good at farming, and soon the soil was dug out, revealing a coffin lid.

Ji Yu clasped his hands together and silently recited to the coffin on the ground.

"Don't blame me, Mom and Dad. I will take you to a place with better feng shui to settle down and enjoy your life. You will definitely be very happy when you get there. The scenery there is pleasant and it is the best place to live in your old age."

The two strong men who were digging the soil looked at each other. What he said was so creepy. How could they provide for their elderly when they were dead?

After the coffin lid was opened, Ji Yu went down personally and picked up the two urns.

He wiped off the light layer of dust on it, asked the two men to fill the soil back on it, and then carried the tombstone down the mountain together.

Lao Zhao stepped forward to help him, but was rejected by Ji Yu.

"I'll do it myself. It'll be more sincere this way."

They started digging the grave at twelve o'clock and it was almost one o'clock in the morning when they arrived at the cemetery.

The entire cemetery was silent and empty, with only the echo of the wind remaining.

It was much easier afterwards. By the time all the ceremonies were completed, it was already past two o'clock.

Everyone is also tired.

"Thank you all for today. You can go back first."

Ji Yu took out a few red envelopes from his arms and handed them to the people who helped move the graves tonight, including Old Zhao.

Lao Zhao waved his hands quickly, "I didn't help much, so I don't need a red envelope."

"I have prepared the red envelope, please take it."

Ji Yu stuffed it directly into his hand, leaving him no room to refuse.

Soon everyone else left, leaving only Ji Yu and Lao Zhao.

Ji Yu saw that Lao Zhao was yawning all the time, "Why don't you go to the car and take a rest. I'll come find you there after I finish the worship here."

"That's not good, I can wait for you next to me."

"It's okay. I just want to tell my parents something in private."

When Old Zhao heard this, he thought that he didn't want him to hear it, so he agreed.

"Then I'll wait for you downstairs."

He couldn't sleep in the car, otherwise he would feel uneasy even if he received the bonus.

Ji Yu agreed, and after watching him leave, he placed the offerings he had bought during the day one by one.

The way people in rural areas worship their ancestors is different from that in cities. Most city people prepare a bouquet of flowers, while people in the countryside are more particular.

In addition to incense, candles and paper money, some offerings must also be prepared.

But things are different now than before. In the past, when people worshipped their ancestors in the mountains, they would start burning paper money after the worship.

After the cemetery was built, rules and regulations were established, and burning paper money was no longer allowed here, for fear that it might cause a fire in dry weather in the future.

However, many elderly people believe in the custom of burning paper money, thinking that if they don’t burn it, the people in the underworld will not be able to get it.

So a place for burning paper money was set up on the other side of the cemetery.

After Ji Yu finished his worship, he took the paper money to burn.

Old Zhao was at the bottom of the stairs, watching him walk over there.

The cold wind at night whistled past my cheeks, bringing a hint of chill.

Old Zhao leaned against the car and couldn't help but take out a cigarette, lit one, took a few puffs, and felt his body warm up a little.

Time passed by minute by minute, he raised his hand to look at the time, then frowned.

Ten minutes have passed, why hasn’t it finished burning yet?

There were only a few lights in the cemetery at night, and it was pitch black all around.

Old Zhao didn't want to wait any longer, so he stepped onto the stairs and walked back.

He had been here several times with Ji Yu before and was familiar with the environment here. He knew where to burn paper money.

Then when he got to the place, he saw only a few sparks left in the bucket.

A small amount of ashes from paper money lay quietly at the bottom, having long since burned out.

After a while, the few sparks were extinguished.

There was no one around, not a single person in sight.

The cigarette at the corner of Lao Zhao's mouth fell to the ground, his face changed suddenly, and the first thought in his mind was that something had happened to Ji Yu.

If Ji Yu prepared to go down before the fire was finished, he would have to pass through the same path he came from.

Even if he changed to a longer route, he knew Ji Yu was a lazy person and would never take a detour.

Old Zhao hurriedly took out his cell phone and called Yuan Shenghe immediately.