Huck found the Murray's Mansion by following the address.

This feeling was very strange, longing for home in the mortal world, and yet even in the underworld, there was a home...

At the Murray's Mansion

An old man sat bored on the sofa, watching the "television".

This underworld is not good. The upper world has advanced technology, but the lower world is still inconvenient to live in.

Oh no, even the village's internet connection was not available.

"So why bother burning a TV for me?" the old man muttered, "When it was burned, the screen was still the same, and even after it was taken down, the screen remained the same ghostly appearance."

The old man took out his phone again and said, "What's the point of keeping this phone? It can't be used anyway."

Tidy up these useless things.

The old man, bored to death, threw his phone aside and walked to the garden to take a look.

"The flowers bloomed beautifully in the dark night."

The old man hummed a song again and sat down next to the flowers with a short chair.

"Today is a day off, I can spend some time with you all," the old man said as he trimmed with scissors and chatted with the flowers, "I have accumulated so much good karma, it should be enough, but, sigh, the main thing is that not working day by day is also boring."

"In the mortal world, they work from nine to five, and even after I have descended, they still work from nine to five... These brats have such long lives, why haven't they come down to take over for me..."

"Never mind... Let's live a little longer. After all, it's quite boring to stay at the ancestral home all the time, don't you think? It's better to live a little longer."

The old man kept on nagging, with a faint smile on his face.

He started thinking about them again, especially his great-great-granddaughter? Granddaughter? Susie... that little one.

When she went back during Qingming, she would always chat with him. The few little kids from the Murray family were also nice, Wade, right? He remembered that name, and also Lucy, Hamza, and Zion, these little ones were also nice.

Other children couldn't sit still, but they enjoyed keeping him company and chatting with him.

"I don't know how Susie is doing, but being Little Yama is not that easy."

"It should have been the end of the year on earth. A few days ago, they celebrated the Lunar New Year by worshipping ancestors and eating Snow Fish and... what was it called? Free-range chicken..."

"It was only one or two months until Qingming Festival."

The old man's eyes lit up at this point, and he began to have new expectations.

In one or two months, it will be Qingming. After Qingming, wait for another two or three months, and it will be the fifteenth of July.

Day by day, I waited eagerly, counting the days...

Huck stood outside the yard gate, listening to the ancestors muttering to themselves for a long time, remaining silent.

The loneliness they used to talk about was such a loneliness, in the long years, there was only oneself.

Hoping to have more people to accompany, but also fearing that future generations will not live well in the world, what should I do?

Every day, I accumulated blessings for my family, although I did it willingly, it was indeed monotonous and lonely. People who couldn't stand it would definitely go crazy.

"Ancestors," Huck knocked on the door. "I have come to accompany you."

The old lady said something about the late uncle who passed away many years ago... Actually, this kinship is not accurate.

Huck did not recognize the older generation of people, but based on the time of their passing and the information previously mentioned by Susie, the elderly ancestor in front of him should be his father's grandfather's elder brother.

Although it was unclear how many generations had passed, Huck was puzzled as to why he encountered Great-Grandfather Zeng instead of his own grandfather.

The ancestor looked and exclaimed, "What's wrong with you? Aren't you the kid who was supposed to be handed over to the country?"

"Sue - Huck, right? How did you come down?"

The ancestors threw the scissors, hurriedly came to open the door, and checked again - it was indeed a dead soul, not a living soul.

"Why did he die?" the ancestor anxiously asked, "Was it because I didn't accumulate enough good karma?"

"Cannot..."

"You little brat, did you lose the battle and get knocked out? Hurry up, the ancestors will send you up!"

Really, why are you in such a hurry at such a young age!

Huck grasped his hand and said softly, "Ancestor, I really died."

The ancestor looked at him sadly and sighed for a long time, then pulled him into the house, saying, "Come in!"

"Ah, my old-fashioned grandson didn't even come down, and you're even more anxious to come down than him."

He was referring to Craig.

Huck laughed, knowing that his ancestor was actually worried, and said, "Father is perfectly fine, so don't worry!"

The ancestors muttered, "Who cared about him."

"Take a seat and talk to our ancestors, what's the matter with you?"

Huck sat down and briefly recounted the story of his sacrifice.

After listening, the ancestors felt melancholic for a while, and finally said, "Sacrificing oneself for the country is not in vain in this lifetime, but your parents will indeed be heartbroken."

Huck remained silent.

The ancestor said again, "Alright, you can come down now. From now on, you will follow the ancestor to accumulate blessings. Hehe, the ancestor finally has a companion."

"By the way, when did you go to be reincarnated?"

Huck shook his head and said, "I won't be reincarnating."

The ancestors were astonished and reprimanded, "What nonsense!"

"Go! Go to Yama Palace right now! While it may still be possible to change your mind, hurry up and go for me! You little rascal! What are you thinking, huh?!"

After finishing speaking, the ancestors dragged Huck out of the door.