This was the first time Susie had heard of such a thing. She thought all ancestral tombs were divided up on a mountain somewhere.

"What about our family?" Susie was like a curious baby. Once she caught onto a topic, she would keep asking questions.

"How many tombs do we have?"

"Are there enough tombs for our ancestors?"

"If there aren't enough, can they squeeze together?"

"Do our ancestors like Qing Shan Cemetery?"

"If Alex dies, can it live there too? What about Grandpa Turtle?"

(Alex, Ga?)

"If I also live there in the future, can my tomb be shaped like a butterfly?"

Everyone, "...!!"

This... Kellen's mouth twitched.

He picked up a salt and pepper pig's trotter and stuffed it into Susie's mouth. "Children should eat more and talk less."

Mrs. Alana muttered to herself, "Children speak their minds, and have no taboos, no taboos..."

Susie remained silent.

What's going on?

The adults aren't answering her questions again!

Were her questions really that difficult?

Martin smiled and answered them one by one. "The Murray family cemetery is not divided by tombs, but by square meters. We currently have one hundred square meters."

Each tomb starts at a minimum of three-square meters, which is the standard size for cemeteries.

One hundred square meters is considered quite large for a cemetery.

There's also a front and back garden...but that's not worth mentioning.

"As far as our ancestors are concerned, they have enough tombs...at least for the past hundred years," Martin said.

Mr. Craig choked on his food. "Cough...cough..."

Why does this topic sound so strange?

"Our ancestors probably like Qing Shan Cemetery," Martin finally returned to Susie's question. "Do you like butterflies, Susie?"

Susie nodded. "Mm-hmm, it will make me look different from the other tombs!"

Everyone remained silent.

Anyway, they had never seen a tombstone in the shape of a bow tie before...

This...this...

This topic couldn't be discussed any further.

The adults coughed and drank water, muttered about their methods, and pretended to talk about recent projects.

Susie could only look at Wade and ask, "Brother, what kind of tombstone do you like?"

Wade said, "Um..."

"Zion, what about you?"

Zion was lost in thought.

Susie then turned to Hamza and asked, "Martin, what about you?"

Hamza said, "Um..."

Big Head Han raised his hand and said, "Me! Me! Me! I like the shape of Shaun the Sheep!"

Everyone was speechless.

This...can this even be said?

Children really are innocent and have no taboos...

In the end, Mrs. Alana ended the topic, "Let's eat! If anyone doesn't eat well, I'll check everyone later."

The kids all quickly dug into their food.

Suddenly, Susie remembered something and leaned closer to Kellen, whispering, "So, Dad, what about our family's tombstone? Do our ancestors like their tombstones?"

Kellen remained silent.

This question was too difficult for him to answer.

Susie asked again, "Can I make the shape I like?"

Grandma Chloe and the others didn't answer her, so she had to ask her dad.

In Susie's mind, her dad was almighty and the one who truly had no taboos.

Finally, Kellen said, "Now we follow the new funeral regulations. Compared to traditional tombstones, artistic tombstones are personalized and can have various shapes and styles..."

"So that means anything goes."

Susie got the answer she wanted and happily took a big bite of pork trotter, secretly thinking that when she went to the family tomb, she would ask if the ancestors liked their houses.

If they didn't, she could help them make their tombstones into the shape they liked!

So, Susie had already started preparing to meet her ancestors.

Perhaps because she was different from most people, in Susie's worldview, death and separation gradually became acceptable and could be treated calmly.

She also optimistically believed that death was not a permanent farewell and that they would meet again someday...just in a different form.

Clara slowly ate her food, looking at Susie with gentle eyes.

Looking at her family.

It was almost July 14th...

The day when she would leave.

She really didn't want to leave.

**

Time will always quietly pass by when people are unaware.

During this time, Wade has been improving his ghost-catching net, nervous and afraid to try it out on July 14th.

Until now, he still doesn't understand why his ghost-catching net made a sound that night when he didn't catch any ghosts.

Susie checked it several times, but she couldn't figure it out either.

"Maybe you caught a ghost face?" Susie thought for a moment. "The ghost face was already inside before we went in that day."

Wade thought of the four terrifying faces stuck to the ceiling, still having a psychological shadow.

"Can't the ghost face be caught?"

Susie pointed to the holes in the fishing net, "Ghosts can change their size, brother, your fishing net doesn't have magic, the holes are too big, maybe those faces are too small?"

She raised her hand and gestured, "With a little change like this, then rolled up and zoomed out with a whoosh through the hole!"

Wade pondered, "It's possible!"

After all, what he made was not like Susie's binding spirit net. When she catches a ghost, it screams and can't move.

Probably can't change size.

So his was different, he had to calculate the ghost's smallest unit...

Wade immediately took a pen and started drawing geometry on his notebook.

"Assuming the smallest volume of a ghost is...the size of the mesh needs to be..."

Susie crouched and watched for a while, feeling bored, and ran out to play.

Outside of the Murray family’s house.

A little girl wearing a black T-shirt and a sun protection hoodie passed by.

She stood in front of the Murray family's door, looked up and her amber eyes seemed a bit indifferent.

She lifted her hand, looked at the compass in her hand, and the pointer turned quickly.

"Humph..."

She made a light snort with a hint of disdain, then put the compass into her pocket and walked away slowly.

On his way back, Martin saw a little girl walking alone and looked at her a few more times because it was strange.

He thought she might live nearby and was playing alone, and didn't pay much attention to it.

It was summer vacation, and many children in the neighborhood would play in groups of three to five, mostly elementary school children, and he had seen some who walked alone.

As soon as he got home, Susie ran out.

"Hey, Uncle Martin, it's you!" Susie counted on her fingers and thought why she had calculated that someone important had come.

"It's a bit strange, let me count again."

Susie picked up Grandpa Turtle and threw it up.

Grandpa Turtle instantly spun in place... and continued spinning calmly.

What was divination with tortoise shells like in ancient times?

They would burn the turtle alive and look at the shape of its shell after the fire went out to divine.

It can be said that every divination would result in the death of a little turtle.

Now Susie just threw it up and didn't burn it, so as a turtle, it should be satisfied.

Hmm...

Grandpa Turtle stretched out its neck, skillfully grabbed the nearest blade of grass, and flipped over.