Thinking of this, Hai Han asked the boy curiously: "Grandpa, I would like to ask, if it is a murdered person who cannot be reincarnated after being buried in the sea, is there such a statement?"

When the boy heard this, his face changed suddenly.

Then he replied: "Yes, yes, there is such a saying passed down by the older generation on the island."

"Why is this?"

"The older generation should have their reasons for saying this. However, there has never been a murder case on Azuki Island."

"Well, you said that. But grandpa, I have a guess. If the murdered people are buried in the sea, they cannot be reincarnated. Is it because... they have become some kind of evil spirit similar to the sirens?"

Hearing this, the young man looked at Hai Han with a shocked look.

"What did you just say...?"

"Well, I, I just said something possible."

The fire in the fireplace is still burning.

But the boy's expression became extremely pale.

"You've said too much, Haihan. Okay, you go first."

"Grandpa?"

"I said, you go first."

Obviously, Hai Han's words seemed to have caused my grandfather's unhappiness.

In desperation, Haihan had no choice but to leave the wooden house.

The cold wind was blowing outside, and Hai Han tightened his clothes. At this time, he felt very cold all over.

“This season, Azuki Island is too cold.”

He thought so and began to pull his clothes a little tightened.

At this time, he subconsciously looked at the coast beside him.

At this moment, Hai Han suddenly stopped.

Because he saw that on the coast not far away, a man seemed to have walked out of the sea.

"Um?"

Is there anyone swimming late at night?

This made him feel a little puzzled.

You know, at this time, the sea water is very cold. Who would be afraid of life? Go to the sea to swim at this time?

Did you read it wrong?

Hai Han looked over again, but this time, he clearly saw that there was indeed a dark figure on the other side of the coast. The figure was walking towards the lighthouse.

At the same time, it was also where my grandfather lived.

"Who is this?"

However, Hai Han didn't think much about it and went home directly.

He tiptoed to open the door, closed it, and went upstairs.

However, I didn't expect that as soon as I got upstairs, I found my mother sitting there waiting for him.

"Are you back?"

"Mom...Mom?"

Ji Danshu obviously already knows this son very well, after all, the mother and son have very similar personalities.

She walked up, threw a scarf to him, and said, "I knitted it for a long time! You have to wear it well! In such a cold day, aren't you afraid of getting a cold?"

"Yes, sorry, mom, I've made you worried."

"Really..." Ji Danshu sighed and said, "Where did you go just now?"

"Lighthouse, over the lighthouse..."

"Do you just like going to the lighthouse so much?"

“Or, not…”

Ji Danshu then said to him: "Listen, remember to go to the beach in the future, you must dress tighter. Also, when the tide is high, you must be farther away from the coast."

"Okay, I get it, mom."

Just as Ji Danshu was about to go to rest, Hai Han suddenly grabbed her hand.

"Mom, I want to ask you something."

The strange behavior of the young grandfather made Hai Han feel more or less confused.

This also made his inner curiosity worse.

"What do you want to ask?"

Ji Danshu pulled Hai Han to the side. As soon as she sat down, Hai Han said, "That's right, well... Aunt Leng Mu, I want to ask about her."

"Leng Mu? What's wrong with her?"

"I want to ask about her. Is it OK?"

"Why are you curious about Leng Mu's affairs?"

This is what Ji Danshu doesn't understand the most.

"Dad knows you and Aunt Leng at the same time, right?"

Hai Han is almost certain that his grandfather must have known Aunt Leng's past life.

"Well, it's true. That year, your dad came to our town and I saw him from afar..."

When he said this, a gust of sea breeze suddenly hit the window, making a loud noise.

The loud noise shocked Hai Han and Ji Danshu.

"Why did the wind suddenly become so strong?"

Ji Danshu walked to the window, closed the window again, then turned around and said to Hai Han: "Okay."

Hai Han didn't know why, but he felt a little weak inside.

"Mom, you... were you learning to draw with Aunt Leng at that time? I heard that Dad likes you the most when you paint."

"I actually didn't draw well." Ji Danshu shook her head and said, "It's all over the name."

"Later you...didn't continue drawing with her?"

"Well, because after that... Leng Mu disappeared."

After that...

"You mean, not long after you met your father, she disappeared?"

"Well, in terms of time... it's really the same..."

Hai Han recalled the words of grandfather's inconsistent words, and felt something was wrong in his heart.

Does my grandfather know the real reason why Aunt Leng disappeared back then?

"Mom, can you tell me in detail?"

Ji Danshu looked at Hai Han with some confusion, not quite understanding why he asked that.

"Why are you interested in this?"

Hai Han is obviously not good at lying, and he doesn't want to lie to his mother on such matters.

So, he simply refused to answer.

"Haihan?"

"Mom, I'm sleepy, I'll go to bed first."

If he doesn't want to lie to his mother, it's hard to continue this topic, so Hai Han simply went to rest first.

Back in the room, he closed the door and looked outside.

The wind seems to be very strong.

Hai Han was very surprised, why the wind here suddenly became so strong?

He simply sat on the bed and covered it with a quilt.

I don’t know how long it has been, but because the wind outside is too loud, he really can’t sleep.

Opening his eyes again, he looked back at the window.

When will the wind stop?

On the window, a highly decaying terrifying face was facing the glass, staring at Hai Han in the room!

Seeing this terrifying scene, Hai Han's mind was blank for a moment.
To be continued...