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Watching them do this, my hatred for my family grew stronger. I suddenly stood up from the ground, ready to walk towards them. At that moment, the older sister let out a painful scream, clutching her head and crouching down. I hurried over to ask her what was wrong. She just shook her head. Then, her face began to twist, her nails and teeth growing long as if she recalled some painful memory.
"Sister, do you feel hatred too?" I asked her. She slowly lifted her head and looked at me, her eyes filled with murderous intent. I was startled and quickly took two steps back. She suddenly stood up and walked towards my parents. I didn't know what the older sister was planning to do, but the hatred on her face made me feel that she must have thought of something.
I asked her, "Sister, what did you think of?" She didn’t answer me but continued walking towards my house. My parents and aunt were startled when they saw the older sister; they didn’t understand why she had come here. The older sister reached the grave and knocked over the incense and fire pot. The people digging immediately fled in fear, even dropping their shovels. Seeing this, my parents and aunt hurriedly returned home. The older sister followed them inside.
Once inside, the older sister began rummaging through everything. She first went into several rooms, turning everything inside out. Then she went to my aunt's house.
"Sister, what are you looking for?" I followed her, not understanding what she was doing.
She didn't answer me but continued rummaging through things.
Finally, she found a stack of paper money in the middle of the yard, squatted down, and began to burn it.
"Er Ya, I'm sorry, but I have to send you away."
"I hope you won't come to our house anymore."
"Don't worry, I'll burn a lot of paper money for you."
"Go find someone else."
As she burned the paper money, she muttered to herself.
I watched her actions and felt even more puzzled.
Why was she doing this?
I followed her as she kept searching through boxes and cabinets for something.
At last, she found it in Aunt's cabinet.
She forcefully knocked the cabinet to the ground, and a picture frame fell out.
Inside the frame was a black-and-white photo of Grandma and Grandpa.
"Crash—"
The frame hit the ground, shattering the glass everywhere.
A shard of glass cut Uncle's finger, causing it to bleed.
Aunt hurried back to bandage his wound, complaining as she did so:
"This old thing is such a nuisance, even after death!"
"Dad, why did you have to bury them here? You could have chosen somewhere else."
"Now look what happened; that little beast dug them up!"
"We're the ones who will suffer from this!"
Aunt cursed under her breath, her words unclean.
The uncle glanced at her with a hint of disgust.
"Isn't it because you insisted on provoking them?"
"I already said not to do such things!"
"Well, now you've brought them here, haven't you?"
"Don't get involved in this kind of thing again!"
Auntie heard this, slammed the items onto the table, and turned to go back to the inner room to sleep.
The young lady looked at them, her eyes filled with anger.
I could tell she really hated the uncle and aunt.
"Sister, do you know them?"
The young lady turned to look at me and nodded fiercely.
"I not only know them, but I'm also quite familiar with them."
"From now on, call me Auntie," the young lady suddenly said.
"Huh? Why?" I expressed my confusion.
The young lady smiled and said, "You call me sister, but your parents call me younger sister."
"If I call you Auntie, doesn't that make us from different generations?" I was unwilling.
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