I had only encountered corpse reanimation once before, also in the Northeast.
The one whose corpse had reanimated back then had been Xiuzhu's birth mother.
But her birth mother's situation had clearly been somewhat different from this old man's.
After this old man's corpse reanimated, he had lain back down on his own.
Tonight, Zhang Rong and I were keeping vigil, along with the Fourth Shen Family Brother.
The fifth Shen brother had already kept vigil for two nights. The brothers had to take turns; it would hardly be right if any of them refused to do it at all.
But the Fourth Shen Brother had fallen asleep before midnight, leaning back in his chair and sleeping soundly. His snoring had never stopped.
Zhang Rong sat beside me, playing games on his phone.
I had no idea what to do, so I kept staring at the coffin.
As I stared, I fell asleep too...
I woke twice during that time. Each time, I hurriedly looked toward the coffin, but found nothing unusual. The old man lay there peacefully.
So after midnight, I went back to sleep.
After all, Zhang Rong was here, and he wasn't sleepy. If there was any noise, he would definitely hear it immediately and wake me.
Reassured, I sat on a stool, leaning against the front door. As I slept, I sank into a deep sleep and began to dream.
I dreamed I was watching television in the Shen Family's second-floor living room. An Ning sat beside me, holding me as we watched together.
After a while, an old man came out of the bathroom. It was none other than the deceased Old Master Shen.
Because he had suffered a stroke, he had great difficulty moving and walked extremely slowly. Looking at him, I felt as