Today's test was another major failure.

About four hours later, You Yonghuai returned to his hometown and found his mother, who had already returned home.

Not long after the phone call, the mother went home, since there was no point in staying in front of a cracked grave.

"Look, I took a picture."

At the familiar dining table, the mother opened a photo, placed her phone on the table, and turned it towards You Yonghuai.

"Then why didn't you just send it to me..." You Yonghuai asked, looking down at the photo.

The grave, which I had only seen once six months ago, now has a crack that runs across the entire stone slab.

"This stone slab is of very poor quality..." You Yonghuai handed the phone back and said, "Then I'll go up and take a look, and while I'm at it, I'll have someone replace the stone slab."

"Remember to bring this with you—your dad loves to drink this."

With the beer his mother had forced into his hand, You Yonghuai hailed a taxi.

The cemetery is located far from the city center, and with the inexplicable traffic jams, a trip there takes at least an hour.

When he arrived at his father's grave, You Yonghuai opened the can of beer and put it down, then looked at the stone slab in front of him.

It was almost identical to the situation in the photo, but with some subtle differences.

The cracks in the stone slab seemed to have widened slightly, allowing one to see the space behind them.

It emanates a faint spiritual light.

Turning her head to look at Si Xuanyin, the girl being watched nodded and poked her head inside.

Of course, she wouldn't dare to look into someone else's father's grave in front of You Yonghuai; that would be too hellish.

But since You Yonghuai had personally requested it, she naturally wouldn't say anything more.

Moreover, the current situation is indeed somewhat strange.

"There's not much inside, just an urn containing ashes," Si Xuanyin quickly said, pulling her head back. "But there's a very strong spiritual energy emanating from it."

Upon hearing this, You Yonghuai frowned slightly. His gaze swept over the cracked stone slab and lingered on his father's name for a long time.

After hesitating for a long time, he took a step forward and reached out to grab the crack in the stone slab.

Thinking of what the man in the underground space of Wenjiang Middle School had said, You Yonghuai felt somewhat worried.

Why would there be a spirit in his father's urn?

"Father, I'm sorry for the offense."

Kneeling before the grave, You Yonghuai whispered something, then exerted force with both hands.

"Click—"

The stone slab was forcefully broken off, and fragments from its edges fell to the ground.

Setting the broken stone slab aside, You Yonghuai picked up the urn while muttering to himself, "If my mom finds out, I'm doomed."

As he spoke, he opened the box that emanated a spiritual aura—inside was not ashes, but a bead that shimmered with a purple glow.

"What is this? Is it a relic?" Si Xuanyin asked, examining the object that looked no different from a marble.

"I remember there were indeed ashes inside... at least on the day of the funeral." You Yonghuai picked up the bead, spun it in front of his eyes twice, and even squeezed it with his hand.

The Japanese are still soft.

What's even stranger is that no matter how Yu Yonghuai tried, he couldn't obtain any information from his "half-baked understanding".

It's always been a bunch of question marks.

The only thing he knows now is that his father might not be just an ordinary person, as he once thought.

Of course, it's also possible that the father was just an ordinary person, but a mentally ill person went to his grave, dumped all the ashes, and then stuffed this marble inside.

"Take this back with you," You Yonghuai said, putting the bead back into the urn.

Just looking at it, he couldn't figure out what it was, so You Yonghuai decided to take it with him and ask his mother.

If she doesn't know either, then You Yonghuai will take it to Ling Xiuqi and the others to see.

Descending the steps, You Yonghuai found the cemetery administrator, explained the situation, and hoped to have a new stone slab replaced.

Upon learning that there were such poor-quality stone slabs in the cemetery, the administrator felt embarrassed and offered to provide You Yonghuai with some compensation.

Although he vaguely felt that the stone slab's breakage was related to the bead, rather than to its quality, since the other party had brought it up, You Yonghuai accepted it without any qualms.

After You Yonghuai explained the location of his father's grave, the caretaker paused slightly, then asked as if to confirm, "Are you referring to Mr. You Meng?"

That was the name of You Yonghuai's father.

"Yes, is there a problem?" You Yonghuai didn't sense anything was wrong, taking it as a normal confirmation. "He is my father."

"Well, Mr. You Meng has left something with us, hoping to pass it on to his son in the future," the administrator said, sizing up You Yonghuai.

"?" You Yonghuai was taken aback, unsure of what to say.

"Why would a cemetery offer a storage service?" Si Xuanyin, standing to the side, couldn't understand at all.

"When did my dad let you store it?" You Yonghuai asked, rubbing his temples.

"Six months ago? Although that might be disrespectful to him, it seems like it was only a few days before his burial?" The caretaker remembered him well and said, "Back then, he insisted that we come and store our belongings, and he even gave us a large sum of money."

"When did he tell you to give me the things?"

"He didn't specify a particular time. His requirement was that if you came to visit the graves around the time of Qingming Festival, he wouldn't tell you about this. But if you came here at other times, he would give you this item no matter when it was."

After listening to the administrator's words, You Yonghuai fell silent once again, looking up at the mountain, trying to find the location of his father's grave.

He felt that the knowledge he had gained about his father over the past eighteen years was incomplete.

"Why does it feel like your dad guessed the current situation..." Si Xuanyin said, looking at You Yonghuai.

"So what are the items you're storing?" You Yonghuai couldn't answer Si Xuanyin in front of others, so he could only ask the administrator directly.

"It's inside, please follow me." The administrator led You Yonghuai through the door and straight to the last room, which resembled a warehouse.

In the corner of the warehouse, there was a square combination lock box.

After entering the password, the administrator took out a black box and handed it to You Yonghuai: "This is it. We don't know what's inside. Mr. You Meng said that you need your fingerprint to unlock it."

"Which finger..." You Yonghuai looked down at the box in his hand and tried to put his thumb on it.

[Lock unlocking test: A value greater than 33 indicates a successful test]

Test result: 16

[Test failed! The unlocking mechanism may be malfunctioning? Or perhaps the wrong finger was selected?]

Looking at the vague and unclear statement in front of him, You Yonghuai's lips twitched slightly.