It Is Impossible to Deceive the Heavens

Jingle bells... Jingle bells... The sound of the clear bells sounded rhythmically. "The dead souls are on the road, their grievances are gone, they are free from worries, and they are free!" The old man in an old-fashioned Chinese tunic suit sang in front of the mourning platform while ringing a clear bell! Ai Ting was floating in the air, watching her mother crying on the side, her eyelids getting heavier and heavier, her body seemed to be pulled, and she slowly began to fly towards the sky...