Yin Meng was changed into mourning clothes and wrapped in black gauze, she just sat there, allowing others to arrange things for her.

Grandpa's coffin was lifted, to be taken out for burial.

Her younger half-brother, under the management of mother's new mother-in-law, broke a bowl and walked at the head of the funeral procession.

Yin Meng could only follow at the back of the procession.

This meant, after the funeral, the shop and the little remaining property would be inherited by others, and have nothing to do with her.

Yet inside Yin Meng, there was no emotion of unwillingness or anger.

She felt there should be something for her, she wasn't that timid, but just couldn't find it.

Because those things had already been exhausted in those repeated dreams before.

The rain was still falling, the wind was still blowing; it was very cold.

The younger brother walking at the front started crying, he wanted to move to the back of the procession to avoid the wind, only to receive a harsh slap from his grandmother, loud and clear.

Anyway, the Yin family only had this girl left, with no relatives, and once today's matter is over, the shop and those coffins inside would become their own.

This girl, keep her for now, use her for work on regular days, and when she grows a bit more, marry her off for a dowry, after all, it's a surefire profitable business.

As the funeral procession passed by a riverbank, the wind suddenly intensified, blowing people around and even making the coffin slip and tumble down.

With continuous clanging, the coffin tumbled into the river, and since the coffin lid would be nailed down only when buried, it directly flipped open now, and the old man inside rolled into the river as well.

Everyone hurriedly went to stabilize the coffin and retrieve the body, to restore everything to normal.

Yin Meng stood expressionlessly by the river, watching her grandfather whom no matter how they pulled, could not be brought back from the water.

Some people pulled ropes, others took hooks, while some simply went into the water to pull, but grandpa remained steadfast, continuing to drift deeper into the river, drifting further away.

A feeling rose in Yin Meng's heart, as if her grandfather was going to the place he was meant to go.

The girl's heart unexpectedly felt somewhat comforted, as if a long-dried-up well had seeped with a little moisture.

But inexplicably, the funeral procession that had originally come together casually just to go through the motions, at this moment displayed a bizarrely orderly scene.

Collectively, they cast a glance at Yin Meng, then immediately plunged into the river again.

They were determined to do whatever it takes to retrieve grandpa's body, to bury him, to have him resurrect, to return him to the shop, to criticize the girl for her façade towards him, to tell the girl he knew all along that she always wished he would pass sooner for her own relief.

Soon, only the girl was left on the riverbank, while everyone else remained in the water.

The old and young, men and women, all struggled and swam diligently.

Finally, they caught up to the drifting grandpa.

Working together, they formed a human ladder on the water surface to pull grandpa's body back.

As they pulled, four vague black shadows appeared behind grandpa.

"There are ghosts!"

"Ghosts!"

Piercing screams erupted, and the previously orderly crowd immediately disbanded in panic.

They each tried to swim back frantically, hoping to reach the shore.

But soon, one by one, they were dragged underwater, one, two, three...

Yin Meng stood on the riverbank, witnessing her two younger half-brothers disappear under the water right before her eyes.

Her mother's new mother-in-law, however, quickly scrambled ashore, reaching out and pointing at her:

"You accursed harbinger of doom, bringer of bad luck..."

With a splash, a black and indistinct hand grasped the new mother-in-law's ankle, flipping her to the ground, then dragging her toward the river.

Grandma clawed at the sandy riverbank, calling for help from Yin Meng, hoping she would pull her up, save her.

Yin Meng stepped forward.

Grandma's face showed relief, she reached out as far as she could to Yin Meng.

Yin Meng lifted her foot, stepping down on grandma's hand.

Though she didn't use much strength, after all, she was just a little girl, grandma let out an extremely agonized scream, as if witnessing some terrible sight.

Soon, grandma was pulled into the depths of the river.

The riverbank and river surface fell dead silent.

Yin Meng sat down where she stood, hugging her knees.

After sitting thus for who knows how long, she raised her head in a daze, discovering the sky was half overcast and half clear, and she was sitting right on the boundary between the shade and the sun.

She turned her head to look behind her.

Clearly, she was still sitting on the riverbank, but behind her, was Ghost Street, her family's coffin shop.

Once again she saw the woman holding an umbrella, chatting and laughing with a little girl walking along.

Only this time, as the little girl looked at her again, preparing to wave and greet her, the little girl and her mother squatted on the ground, letting out a piercing scream.

As if to respond in some way, the coffin shop, which had turned into a cabinet, the father screamed, and in the kitchen, the mother and her paramour, two pots extended arms, the boiled-off skin and flesh falling away, yet the white bones stretched out unyieldingly, sobbing fearfully amid gurgling soup.

Soon after, pained screams echoed from shop to shop along Ghost Street.

Numerous noises pierced into Yin Meng's ears.

She felt dizzy and suffocated, crouching on the ground, wanting to scream, but it felt as though her throat was blocked, no matter how she tried, she couldn't utter a sound.

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