What's the name of the novel on the day of grandpa's funeral?

On the day of Grandpa's funeral, the novel was called "On the day of Grandpa's funeral, five yellow wolves knocked on the coffin three times and made nine obeisances".

The novel by Robert Voguguo, the hero, is called "On the day of Grandpa's funeral, five yellow wolves knocked on the coffin three times and made nine obeisances", which is a mystery novel created by Hu Ling No.2 Middle School. The love story in the novel is beautiful and pure, with excellent writing style and strength recommendation.

Wonderful passages in this novel:

I was born in a remote mountain village in the northeast. It is said that on the day I was born, I saw two yellow-skinned people standing in front of my ancestral grave like human beings, constantly bowing down. My grandfather Chen Yan is a Feng Shui master. He believes in his own destiny, so he gave me a dirty name, Chen Huangpi.

On the second day after I was born, a large-scale squirrel disease occurred in the village, and the villagers stole all their chickens and ducks. In addition, during that time, two villagers went up the mountain to collect herbs and died strangely, resulting in two more widows in the village. The villagers believe in evil and think I am unlucky. They repeatedly offered to send me away. If it weren't for my second uncle, the village chief still had some prestige, I wouldn't have stayed.

But when I was one year old, there was a sudden drought in the village and there was no harvest. Coupled with my infirmity, the villagers pointed the finger at me again. This time, even my second uncle is useless. Just when the contradiction between my family and the villagers reached its peak, something happened that made all the villagers speechless.

At noon that day, hundreds of luxury cars drove to my door a mile away from the village entrance. There is a simple reason. The ghost hand of the green horse, who was sealed for five years, decided to re-enter the mountain and divine again. That is, at that time, only my family knew that grandpa was actually a little hemp ghost who used to be famous everywhere. My family is a flax family, and my grandfather is a descendant of sixteen generations.