"What?"
"My grandpa didn't die?"
Upon hearing this, Xu Yang felt joy in his heart: "That's right, my grandpa was a Daoist cultivator; his powerfulness could be seen from the genuine evil-breaking talisman he made. He couldn't have died so easily…"
The old man supposedly died from a sudden illness.
At that time, Xu Yang was still in school, and when he received the news and rushed to the hospital, his grandpa was already on his deathbed.
"But..."
"I saw him take his last breath on the hospital bed, and I personally helped him with the funeral, putting him in the coffin and burying him!"
At this moment, Xu Yang's mind was in chaos!
Was it a fake death?
If it was indeed a fake death, why didn't he tell me?
Didn't he fear that I would send him to the crematorium to be burned after the funeral?
He slapped him once again.
"Wang Wei, are you fucking trying to fool me?"