Have you ever seen something you shouldn’t have seen? -Zhihu-a4a209a30fbe

Have you ever

seen something you shouldn’t have seen?

Before Grandpa was buried, I went to see him for the last time, and found that his mouth was wide open, his chin was almost close to his chest, and I even heard the wind coming from his throat. (This article is based on the fiction of folk supernatural taboos.) When I was a senior, my grandfather died suddenly without any warning. He left at night when he was sleeping. When

I rushed back from school, it was already the next day. Grandpa’s mourning hall was set up in the hall, and everything was arranged in good order. When I

got home, the first thing I did was to see my grandfather for the last time.

The elders opened the coffin, and Grandpa lay quietly inside, his face pale, but his mouth was open, as if he had something to say.

I asked my uncle, Grandpa’s mouth is open, is there any last wish that has not been said?

Uncle listened to my words, stared at me and scolded me, and told me not to talk nonsense.

I don’t know why my uncle suddenly got angry, but I couldn’t ask more questions in front of so many people, so I had to stop talking.

The second uncle came back later than me, and it was already nine o’clock in the evening when he got home.

He is a policeman in the field, so it is not easy for him to ask for leave. When

he came back, according to the usual practice, he paid his respects to the remains.

I also followed to see, found that Grandpa’s mouth is still open, I do not know if it is an illusion, I always feel that it seems to be bigger than before.

The second uncle also noticed this, and I heard him whisper to the uncle, “Why is Dad’s mouth open?”?

Find a way to close it.

Uncle glanced around and saw that there were no outsiders, so he whispered that he had tried and could not close it.

The second uncle thought about it, went to get a hot towel and put it on Grandpa’s cheek, which was to make the stiff muscles soft, and then closed Grandpa’s mouth. Three or four

hot towels were changed, and then the second uncle tried to close Grandpa’s mouth.

Unexpectedly, this method really works, but the mouth is closed, but it is crooked! Grandpa didn’t have a crooked mouth before he died. How did he become a crooked mouth after he died?

Does he really have any last wish that has not been fulfilled?

A roomful of people saw the scene and cried again. After

a period of time, everyone quieted down, and the second uncle asked, did you put silver in your mouth?

(This is our tradition, after death, we have to put silver in our mouth.) My mother said yes. At that time, she didn’t find the silver that Grandpa had prepared before his death, so she put a pair of silver earrings in Grandpa’s mouth.

My uncle and second uncle took turns to keep vigil in front of the spirit. Only my father was kneeling in front of the spirit all the time, and no one would listen to his advice.

Grandpa has three sons. My father is the youngest, but he has the best relationship with Grandpa.

Grandpa didn’t go anywhere before he died. He only loved to live in my house. My father was responsible for all the support work.

Everyone knows that my father and grandfather have a good relationship, so I didn’t go to persuade them.

Grandpa stayed in the hall for five days and went up the mountain on the sixth day. Before

that, the whole family, under the auspices of the geomancer, opened the coffin to see Grandpa for the last time, meaning to send Grandpa for the last time.

It was five o’clock in the morning, just after dawn. After

opening the coffin, all the relatives gasped! Grandpa’s face was livid, and his mouth was open again, and wider than before, even beyond the range that a normal person could do, and his chin was about to touch his chest! Everyone was frightened by this scene, and the geomancer had no idea. He said he had never seen such a thing. Instead, he asked my uncle what to do?

My uncle and his three brothers discussed it and decided to go up the mountain according to the original plan! The people who came to carry my grandfather’s coffin were all strong men in the village, and almost all of them were looking for them when their relatives died.

Because according to the custom, once the coffin is lifted, it can not be put down halfway, it must go up the mountain in one breath.

So the pallbearers had to be strong. Cremation is not popular in

our place. It’s all burial. After

the geomancer finished the ritual, the eight people who came to carry the coffin each took a mallet and nailed a copper nail at the four corners of the coffin. Then they put up a rope, put on a thick stick, and carried it on their shoulders, waiting for the geomancer to give the order. Mr. Fireworks on

one side was already holding a lighter and preparing to light firecrackers.

The geomancer, with a peach wood sword in his hand, struck a blow from the altar and shouted, “Lift the coffin!” The man who lit the firecrackers lit the firecrackers. After a crackling sound, the eight strong men who carried the coffin shouted “get up,” only to hear the rope creak. The eight men crouched on their horses, but could not straighten their legs in any case.

The coffin wasn’t lifted! My father’s face was not good at that time, and the red envelope for carrying the coffin was given.

I didn’t expect them to work hard! But at this time, it was not easy to have an attack, so my father had to quickly wrap eight more red envelopes, ready to give them to the eight people who carried the coffin. Unexpectedly

, the eight people said that they would not accept anything. One

of them said that the old man was an elder in the village, and everyone respected him, so it was impossible not to carry the coffin hard. It

‘s true that the coffin is too heavy. Even if we are given more red envelopes, we can’t lift it.

My father had no choice but to put the red bag in his pocket, but his face was very anxious.

Fortunately, in the procession that came to the funeral, there were young strong men who heard that the coffin could not be lifted, so they offered to help.

So he added another rope, added a pole, and then followed the previous procedure again.

But after the sound of firecrackers, the coffin still failed to lift! This time, everyone was in a hurry, and there were some voices of discussion in the crowd.

They all said that my grandfather must have some wishes that he couldn’t let go.

My father was worried about the gossip of the people in the village, so he called my uncle to add another bar, and the two brothers carried the coffin in person! Twelve people, but twelve people still can’t lift it! Return the soul and press the coffin! I heard an exclamation from the geomancer, who had thought that the coffin bearers were not working hard, but now his face had changed.

When I saw him, he quickly greeted my father and his three brothers and asked him if he had any unfinished wishes before he died. They all said no,

my father usually served me with good food and drink, and there was no unfinished wish.

My father and his three brothers thought for a long time and kept talking to the coffin, but the ten people who carried the coffin could not lift it.

Finally, my father knelt directly in front of the coffin, kowtowing and saying, Dad, if you have any wishes, you can give your son a dream at night, you refuse to go like this, we are all restless! My uncle and uncle also knelt down and kowtowed, and the third generation, such as me and my cousins, knelt down one after another, crying immediately. Strange to

say, this kneeling, before twelve people can not lift the coffin was lifted by ten people! My father was worried that things would change, so he quickly called everyone up the mountain. Along

the way, I saw that my father did not even dare to breathe. He kept staring at Grandpa’s coffin for fear that he would not leave if he was unhappy.

Fortunately, the coffin went into the ground smoothly, and nothing went wrong in the middle. When

filling the grave, the family asked our third generation to come back first and forbade us to stay there. It is said that this is also a custom.

I followed my cousins home, looking at the mourning hall has not been demolished, but Grandpa has left us forever, the heart is very sad, a sour nose, tears can not help but flow out. When

my mother saw me crying, she immediately pulled me aside and scolded me severely. Don’t cry on the first day of the funeral! I don’t know why, but I held it in.

Later, my mother told me that if I cried on the first day of the funeral, the dead would be reluctant to leave.

Of course, this is the last word.

That night, I slept in the room where I had slept with Grandpa before, and I always felt that Grandpa was still beside me. In the

past, when I slept in summer, Grandpa would take a fan to fan me, but there will never be such a time again.

My tears could not help flowing down again.

But thinking of my mother’s words, I held back. What if my grandfather was reluctant to leave? In

a daze, I saw my grandfather come in. He was lying next to me as before. He turned sideways and his arms went up and down, as if he was fanning me.

But he doesn’t have a fan in his hand.

I rubbed my eyes and looked at Grandpa carefully, only to find that his mouth was wide open, his face was livid, and he was wearing the shroud he was buried in! Then I clearly saw Grandpa’s mouth move suddenly.

“Ah!!!” I was so scared that I screamed. When I opened my eyes, I saw that it was only a dream. The

day outside the window is still not bright, it should be early in the morning, I reach out to touch the mobile phone on the pillow to see the time.

But I felt a cold face! I turned my head slowly, and by the faint moonlight, I saw Grandpa’s livid face with a big mouth, and my hand was in his mouth. Chapter 2 I climbed out by myself. I was not dreaming, but my grandfather really came back.

But isn’t Grandpa already buried?

Why would his body come to my bed?

After a while, my uncle hurried over, and when he saw Grandpa’s body, he hurled a lot of abuse at him. “It was a ghost who cut off his skull and died on his back. It was a matter of digging up the old house (as we call the grave)!”. Then the second uncle. When he

saw Grandpa’s body, he frowned as if they were twisted together, but he didn’t say much. What to do

now?

My father asked.

He has no backbone now. What

else can we do?

Bury yourself before dawn.

Xiaoyang, you go to the village to call the Mason Chen, and don’t disturb others.

The second brother and the third brother, the three of us carry the body of father and father to the grave.

The uncle ordered.

Although we did not say, but in fact we all know that this kind of thing happened, it is impossible to do in a big way, let alone let others know.

Otherwise, the villagers will certainly gossip and break the backbone of our family. After

putting on my shoes, I walked in the direction of the village. When I

was almost out of the yard, I looked back and found my father and his three brothers kneeling beside the bed, kowtowing three times respectfully, and then began to move the body.

I left in a hurry, afraid that it would be seen by others.

Fortunately, I am familiar with the roads in the village, otherwise I will have to wrestle when I walk on the village road before dawn.

According to reason, the midsummer morning will not be too cold, plus I am trotting all the way, the body will certainly not feel cold.

But I was getting colder and colder as I walked, and I always felt that someone was blowing cold air on my neck behind me. In the early morning in the

countryside, the chickens did not crow, everyone was basically sleeping, and where were the footsteps behind them? Not to mention

someone blowing cold air on me.

But if there is no one, then how did the cold air on my neck come from?

I really want to look back, but I also think of what the older generation taught me, walking at night can not turn back, because once you turn back, you will blow out the flame on your shoulder, it is easy to attract ghosts! To be honest, as a college student, I never believed this before, but after meeting my grandfather, I began to doubt my previous world view.

Therefore, even if it is unwarranted, I just go forward and refuse to turn back! Never look back! Very not easy to get to the door of Chen Masons, I found that my back has been wet, big summer, is actually a cold sweat.

I called out to Masons Chen as quietly as I could for fear of being heard by the neighbors next door.

But Mason Chen never answered me. I had to start knocking on the door. The sound became louder and louder. Finally, Mason Chen’s voice came and asked, “Who is it?”?

Uncle Chen, it’s me, Xiao Yang.

I whispered back. Mas

on Chen opened the door, I simply whispered the matter again, Mason Chen frowned, went back to the house to take a Mason bucket, and went to Grandpa’s graveyard with me. When

we arrived at the graveyard, my uncle and his family had already arrived.

I went up to take a look at my grandfather’s old house and found that there was no sign of digging, only a hole in the top of the grave, just enough room for a person to enter and exit.

I was going to get closer to see it clearly, but my second uncle urged me to go back.

I wanted to stay, but they didn’t allow me to say that the dead were buried, and the relatives of the next generation were not allowed to come to the scene.

I didn’t know why, but I went back obediently.

My dad didn’t come back until ten o’clock. When the

work was done, the uncle invited the Mason Chen to the house for dinner, which was a tradition. During

the dinner, Mason Chen frowned all the time, as if he had something on his mind. I glanced at my second uncle, who, like Mason Chen, frowned.

Finally, under the questioning of my uncle, the Mason finally told me what he was worried about: “Brother Qidong, I think you’d better find another geomancer to look at this matter. There is something strange about the tomb of Tinggong.”.

“” What (what) is weird? The Mason

Chen did not open his mouth, but my second uncle opened his mouth and said, If a grave robber is digging from the outside to the inside, then the direction of the opening of the grave should be big outside and small inside. The more he digs, the smaller it gets. This should be easy to understand.

But everyone has just seen my father’s grave, and it’s obvious that the opening inside is big and the opening outside is small–that is to say, this opening was dug from the inside to the outside! “That is to say,” continued the second uncle, after a pause, “my father crawled out of the grave himself!” Even in this summer, the second uncle’s words sent a chill down the spine of all the people present! If, as the second uncle said, Grandpa’s body crawled out of the grave by himself, then this matter can no longer be explained by science.

In short, it is completely beyond my understanding.

So I tried to break the conversation.

Could it be that the grave robbers punched holes into the grave from somewhere else and then punched holes out of it?

It looks like Grandpa dug himself out of it.

I say what I think.

The second uncle nodded to indicate that this was a possibility, but the Mason Chen shook his head. After a few mouthfuls of dry tobacco, he said slowly, “When I was repairing the grave, I had doubts about the idea of Xiao Yang, so I went into the grave specially to have a look.” Then he shook his head and did not finish the following.

But as everyone knows, he shook his head to show that no one else had gone in.

After dinner, my uncle wanted to give Chen Masons a red envelope to repair Grandpa’s old house, but Chen Masons refused.

He said it was too evil, and he didn’t know whether the old house should be repaired or not. Anyway, the money must not be needed.

Then he turned around and walked away, saying as he walked, “It’s a sin. I’ve been building an old house all my life, but I haven’t encountered anything (so) evil.”.

After the Mason Chen left, the second uncle said that he would go to the town to find someone.

He didn’t say which one he was looking for, but everyone knew that he should be looking for the geomancer in Chen Masons mouth.

Throughout the day, the people in the room were sullen and obviously worried about Grandpa.

It was not until dinner time that my uncle said that he would go to the graveyard for a night to see which blind dog dared to touch my father’s old house.

He still believes that someone is screwing around.

Although I was afraid, I insisted on going with him.

After all, this is my grandfather, and I can’t see his old house being dug up.

My father saw my firm attitude and didn’t say much, and he had no idea about it.

But after dinner, he followed us to Grandpa’s grave. When it was

just dark, my uncle and my father found some firewood nearby and lit a bonfire not far away-not for heating, but for lighting.

By the light of the fire, I saw Grandpa’s grave standing there quietly, as if it were no different from the ordinary grave.

But when I thought of Grandpa climbing out of it, I felt that there was an indescribable weirdness, as if it was a great scourge, as if it could swallow all three of us with one mouth. The

three men sat around the fire, ignoring the heat at the moment.

Besides, I don’t know why, today’s weather is not very hot, even sitting by the fire, I still feel a little cold in my back.

I don’t know if my father and uncle are like this, and I don’t dare to ask, because I’m afraid they’re worried. As

time went by, my uncle and my father chatted one after another, and sometimes they didn’t even talk to each other.

I know that the two of them are actually afraid, so they will use this method to divert their attention.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me. I immediately turned around and shouted, “Who?”?

But I didn’t see anything.

My uncle and my dad asked me what was wrong, and I said I heard someone walking.

My uncle and my father looked at each other, and then my father said he would go to see and let me stay here.

With that, my father took a burning stick from the fire as a torch, picked up a stick from the side, and then walked in the direction behind me. My uncle and

I stood by the campfire and looked at my father, feeling a little worried.

Grandpa’s graveyard is not too far away, but it is definitely not a place where most people will come.

It’s so late. Who will come here?

“Stop, don’t run!” In the distance, there was a sudden shout from my dad, and then we saw my dad go into the jungle, and the light in his hand was getting farther and farther away with the passage of time, so that it was finally swallowed up by the darkness.

For a moment, I wanted to cry.

I’m afraid something will happen to my father. After all that has happened, I can’t take any more blows. My uncle and

I sat by the campfire and waited for a while. At least half an hour had passed, but my father had not come back yet.

I’m starting to get a little anxious.

Uncle is also, he got up, said to me, I go to find your father, if I do not come back for half an hour, you go home first.

My uncle also went, and I was the only one left in the graveyard. It was dark

all around, and I was afraid to look anywhere else, so I kept adding firewood to the fire for fear that the only light would go out.

My back was still cold, so I turned around, ready to toast my back, and it was safer to lean my back against the fire and face outside. I hold my mobile phone in my

hand and look at the time every once in a while.

It was already past eleven o’clock in the evening, and my uncle had been away for twenty minutes. I began to be more and more afraid. In this dark night, on the edge of my grandfather’s graveyard, I seemed to be able to hear my heartbeat and breathing.

“Rustling..” Suddenly I heard a sound, and it was coming from my grandfather’s old house! I was so frightened that I quickly moved a few steps, facing Grandpa’s grave, leaning back against the fire, turning on the flash of my mobile phone, and shining in the direction of Grandpa’s old house.

I didn’t see anyone, but the sound of rustling was still ringing, and it was like the sound of someone clasping sand with his fingernails! Did Grandpa start digging a hole in the grave? Is

he coming out again?

Thump.

I knelt directly on the ground and began to kowtow to Grandpa’s old house. As I kowtowed, I cried, “Grandpa, my grandson is here. If you have anything to do, you can tell your grandson in a dream. Don’t come out again.”. As soon as

I cried, the rustling sound disappeared.

I thought Grandpa heard my plea, so he stopped coming out.

But unexpectedly, after a while, the rustling sounded again.

And this time, no matter how much I cried, the voice did not disappear, and the voice became louder and more urgent.

Finally, the voice stopped. I glanced at my cell phone. It was past twelve o’clock. My uncle had gone for more than half an hour, but he still didn’t come back.

I’m going to go back first as he said.

When I pointed the flash of my mobile phone at Grandpa’s old house again, I almost had a cardiac arrest! On the roof of Grandpa’s old house, I saw a head with an open mouth slowly coming out.

His iron-blue face was aimed in my direction with great precision, his eyes were closed tightly, and his whole head was beginning to swell.

The next thing was even weirder. I saw his wide mouth begin to close slowly, and then, in the light of the flash, it cracked back into a terrible smile! Grandpa, he’s smiling at me! “Ah!!!” After I shouted, I never knew what happened behind me.

When I woke up again, I was lying on the bed at home. My mother was sitting beside my bed, sobbing in a low voice. My uncle and uncle were sitting by the door.

I called out to my mother, and when she saw me wake up, she hugged me and cried.

I looked at my uncle and my second uncle, and they looked at me, but when their eyes met, they bowed their heads and began to smoke.

I suddenly realized something, and I asked, where’s my dad? When I

asked, my mother cried even more.

Uncle took out a shoe from his back belt and said that he had not been out for a long time last night when he saw your father’s child (shoe). He didn’t find it. When he heard you shouting, I ran back and just met your second uncle.

The second uncle also said that the people in the town had not been invited, and he called me to come back quickly, saying that something might happen.

I went back very early, but I didn’t expect to get lost on the way, so I came late. When I

saw you, you fainted by the fire, and your grandfather stood next to you.

I broke away from my mother and got out of bed, and my uncle asked me to do that.

I said I was going to find my dad.

My uncle stopped me and said that the village party secretary had mobilized the whole village to search the mountain, so you should not go there again. You are the only child of

your father. If you have an accident again, I am sorry for your father.

Hearing what my uncle said, my mother cried even more. I didn’t dare to cry because I couldn’t cry at this time. Just then

, a middle-aged stranger came into the courtyard of my house. When my second uncle saw him, he stood up and greeted him with a smile on his face. He said, “Old classmate, you are finally willing to come.”.

The middle-aged man sighed, shook his head and said, “Oh, I don’t want to come either. Things are so big that I can’t come.”.

You withdraw all the people who search the mountain, and I am useful.

Alas, I’m afraid I can’t control it if there are fewer people. My second uncle is a man with strong opinions, but after listening to his old classmate’s words, he immediately asked Wang Qingsong, the village party secretary, to withdraw the villagers who searched the mountain.

Under the greeting of this strange middle-aged man, everyone went to my grandfather’s graveyard.

This strange middle-aged man seems to be a little famous, and many villagers actually know him and call him Mr. Chen. At first,

my mother did not agree to withdraw all the people who searched the mountain, but when she knew that this was Mr. Chen’s request, she agreed. When Mr.

Chen arrived at the graveyard, he did not speak. He walked around my grandfather’s old house. Then he pinched his fingers and said to the villagers, “Leave 28 men, and everyone else will go back.”. Mr.

Chen took another look at my grandfather’s old house and sighed several times before he took something out of a cloth bag he had brought with him.

There were copper coins, red threads, and some yellow paper, which I later learned were called “amulets,” and some things I couldn’t name. Mr.

Chen first circled Grandpa’s old house with a red line, and pasted some “charms” on the red line. Then he called the twenty-eight strong men, each of whom was given a copper coin and asked them to hold it in their mouths. He said to them, “No matter what happens later, don’t open your mouth or speak. Do you understand?”?

They all nodded, so Mr. Chen stood in front of Grandpa’s old house and looked at the sky. It was almost three o’clock in the afternoon.

Splash! Without warning, Mr. Chen knelt down in front of Grandpa’s grave, pinched a very strange gesture on his hand, and then kowtowed three times respectfully to Grandpa’s old house.

After kowtowing, Mr. Chen did not stand up, but continued to kneel in front of the grave, as if talking to himself, or as if talking to Grandpa’s old house. Uncle Tinggong, unfilial young man Chen Enyi, came to harass him in order to save his life. If there is any disrespect, please forgive him.

After that, Mr. Chen, formerly known as Chen Enyi, threw the six copper coins in his hand, then bent down to look at them carefully, shook his head, and repeated the previous actions, kowtowing, speaking, and throwing copper coins. He

bent over and shook his head again.

I could see clearly that Mr. Chen’s face began to turn pale after looking at the copper coins for the second time. In this way, Mr.

Chen threw copper coins back and forth nine times, and in the end his face was bloodless and pale as if he were dead. The

tenth time, after Mr. Chen had finished kowtowing, he did not say any more words of good advice. Instead, he pointed at my grandfather’s grave and scolded him: “Luo Court, do you really want to lose your children and grandchildren?”?

If not, you can give the younger generation a good omen! With that, Mr. Chen threw the copper coins in his hand again. As soon as

the copper coins fell to the ground, Mr. Chen could not wait to bend down to see them.

This time, his face softened a little, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then he struggled to stand up because he had been kneeling for a long time and almost fell down.

Fortunately, my second uncle had quick eyes and quick hands and held him.

With a wave of his big hand, Mr. Chen gave the order: “Dig the grave!” When everyone heard these two words, their faces changed, even the second uncle was the same. Obviously

, no one thought that Mr. Chen had prepared so much before, but it was to dig the grave! Me, too. I thought Mr. Chen left so many people to reinforce Grandpa’s old house, but I never thought he was going to dig a grave! My second uncle’s face was a little ugly, and my uncle was even more direct, pointing at Mr. Chen’s nose and swearing.

But Mr. Chen was determined to dig the grave, but he didn’t explain why. He just said to my second uncle, “If you don’t want your third brother to die, you should dig the grave quickly.”. As soon as

this word came out, my uncle and second uncle lost their temper and hurried to call everyone to dig the grave.

If you don’t dig the grave, it will be too late. Mr.

Chen took one look at the sky and sighed.

The strong men dared not delay any longer, so they picked up their hoes and prepared to dig the grave.

Nine men in a group took turns digging, and the remaining one stood at the head of the grave.

Remember, no matter what, once you start digging the grave, you are not allowed to speak, let alone open your mouth.

If the copper money falls into the grave, you can ask for more luck. Mr.

Chen exhorted again. In the

next period of time, I saw the twenty-seven strong men take turns to dig the grave.

They did not dare to speak, as if it was a pantomime, only the sound of hoes kept coming. Mr.

Chen walked up and down in the graveyard, as if he were very anxious.

Because Grandpa’s old house was reinforced with cement, the outermost layer was the most difficult to dig.

Fortunately, Grandpa climbed out and dug a hole last night, so it was not too difficult to start working.

An hour later, the rammed earth outside was finally dug up, revealing the coffin inside. Mr.

Chen separated the crowd and went to the grave to take a look at the coffin.

Then, in the surprised eyes of everyone, he jumped down and lay on the coffin, pressing his face on the coffin, as if listening to the movement inside the coffin.

About a minute later, Mr. Chen jumped up and hurriedly pointed to the coffin and shouted, “Hurry up and open the coffin, hurry up and open the coffin!”! After shouting this, he immediately stopped everyone, and then let the people spit out the copper coins in their mouths, and placed a circle around the coffin, with nine copper coins on three sides and only one on the other side of the grave. The first hammer to

open the coffin was knocked by the man standing at the head of the grave, and then everyone opened the coffin together. After a while, all the rivets on the coffin were pulled out, leaving only the last step, opening the coffin! I originally thought that Mr. Chen would do something to the coffin as shown on TV, but unexpectedly, Mr. Chen beckoned everyone to lift the lid of the coffin together, and everyone gasped when they looked inside! It was not my grandfather who was lying in the coffin, but my father who had been missing for a day! Chapter 4 Ten Thousand Rats Worship the Grave I opened the crowd and rushed up to see that it was my father! His eyes were closed, his hands were folded on his chest, and he was wearing a blue shroud! At first glance, he looked exactly like his grandfather when he was buried! But the difference is that one of his feet is wearing black cloth shoes-this is the birthday shoes worn by the dead, one is the old liberation shoes-this is the shoes my father wore last night, and the other is in my uncle’s place.

Why is my dad in my grandpa’s coffin?

Grandpa’s old house was dug up by so many people at the same time. How did my father get in?

The most important thing is, since my father is lying in a coffin, what about my grandfather?

！ Where’s my grandfather’s body?

“Bring out the man!” Mr. Chen ordered.

Everyone worked together to carry my dad out and put him in the flat ground.

I jumped up and cried for my father, but no matter how I shouted, my father was lying on the ground peacefully, motionless, as if he was really dead.

At that moment, I felt as if the sky was going to collapse. Mr.

Chen took the liberation shoe he picked up last night from my uncle and handed it to me, asking me to change it for my father.

I went over and squatted at my father’s feet. Mr. Chen squatted beside me and asked me to change my shoes slowly. He told me to say 18 times in my heart, “Dad, you come back.”. I began to change my father’s shoes as I meditated

in my heart.

I heard Mr. Chen murmuring in a low voice, as if to say, “Shoes are divided into left and right sides. There are Yin and Yang on the road. Yin people take the road of the underworld, and Yang people take the road of the world. If you lose your way, turn around quickly!”! Mr. Chen spoke very slowly, and the tone was very strange, as if he were singing. By the time I had finished reading it 18 times and changed my shoes, Mr. Chen had just finished saying the last word “head.”. When

he said the word, he slapped my father’s forehead with his left hand. Strange

to say, Mr. Chen clapped his hands and my father sat up, scaring the villagers around him back several steps. What did

you all see me do?

That was the first thing my dad said when he woke up. When I

heard this, I couldn’t help hugging my dad any more. I haven’t hugged my dad

since I was in middle school because I felt embarrassed.

I didn’t expect to hug my dad when I was about to graduate from college.

At that time, I was thinking, while there is still a chance, or to spend more time with the two elders, do not wait until really buried, only regret. After

solving my father’s problem, Mr. Chen did not rush to let everyone go back, but let everyone fill the grave directly.

My uncle and second uncle were very anxious and quickly stopped it.

Uncle said, is not to find my grandfather’s body, and then buried and then fill the grave? Mr.

Chen shook his head and sighed, saying that no more people could be buried in this place.

My uncle said that this was the place that my father and I liked before he died, and he said more than once that he must be buried here after he died.

Now you say you can’t bury it here. What should you do?

I could see that my uncle trusted Mr. Chen very much. He said that no more people could be buried here. My uncle actually believed him.

What’s more, Grandpa has climbed out of the grave twice before and after, and now the body can not be found, uncle’s previous insistence is even more shaken.

But Grandpa’s exhortation to him made him very contradictory.

I have never seen an old man who is nearly sixty years old show such a bewildered expression.

He squatted on the ground with a tobacco pouch, holding his head in his hands, helpless as a child.

But even so, Mr. Chen’s attitude is still very firm, saying that no one can be buried here.

So under the command of Mr. Chen, the former strong men hurriedly filled the grave again.

This time the action was quick, and it didn’t take long to get it done.

By this time the sun had gone down and it was getting dark.

My dad stayed and watched, as if he hadn’t recovered from last night’s experience and was still trying to remember what had happened during his coma.

When the last handful of earth of the grave was shoveled up, Mr. Chen put on the black birthday shoe my father had worn before on his own foot, and then went to the grave and stamped his foot three times on the grave earth with the foot wearing the birthday shoe. When

he stamped his feet, his mouth was still murmuring, but it was a little far away, and his voice was so low that he could not hear what he said. After Mr.

Chen stamped his feet, he folded the shroud my father had worn before, put it on the grave, and then burned it down.

I thought this was the end of it.

But Mr. Chen beckoned the crowd again, calling everyone to stand my grandfather’s tablet upside down.

This time, my uncle, second uncle and my father are not willing. With the head of

the tablet facing the sky, the soul ascends to heaven; with the head of the tablet facing the earth, it falls into hell.

This is a common saying that all the children in the village know, but now Mr. Chen wants to turn my grandfather’s tablet upside down, not to mention my uncle, even I don’t want to.

How can you curse my grandfather like that?

Although my grandfather climbed out of the old house and lay on my bed again and again to frighten me, he didn’t hurt me after all. Besides, he was my grandfather. How could I allow such a thing to happen?

Even though I am a college student, after experiencing these things, I am full of awe for these folk sayings. Mr.

Chen’s attitude was still very firm, saying that if he did not turn the head of the monument upside down and erect it, if something happened in the future, he would not look for Chen Enyi again.

Everyone can hear that Mr. Chen’s words are very serious, and basically there is no room for negotiation.

My uncle and my father’s feudal ideology is quite serious, and they have been unwilling to let everyone do it.

At this time, my second uncle stood out and said that he should listen to Mr. Chen. Seeing that it was going to be dark, he should finish the matter quickly, otherwise, when it was really dark, I was afraid that there would be other changes. Say

again, father and father have been climbing out of the old house, you are not afraid, is Xiaoyang not afraid?

Second uncle mentioned me, uncle and my father looked at me, did not say anything, just lowered his head, is the acquiescence. Mr.

Chen hastened to call someone to do it.

The monument is not big, and three or four people are enough.

When the monument was erected upside down, it was obviously dark again.

I saw Mr. Chen take off the two shoes under his feet, hold one in one hand, hold it high, and then slap it heavily on the base of the monument (now the base is facing the sky). After Mr.

Chen finished shooting three times, he raised his head and shouted to the sky: “Be buried in peace and take root!”! As soon as Mr. Chen’s voice fell, I heard a rustling sound around me. At first, the sound was very small and far away, but after a while, the sound gradually became louder and closer.

Not only did I hear it, but everyone heard it, and no one should have heard this strange sound, so everyone was a little scared.

The strong men had hoes in their hands and looked like they were ready to fight. The grass

around them began to move, as if something was about to come out.

I took a look at Mr. Chen and found that the expression on his face was so tangled that it was about to drip water, and the thumb of his other hand was constantly pointing at the other four fingers, as if he was counting something.

As the sound grew louder, some people in the crowd began to panic.

My second uncle and the secretary of the village party kept shouting, “Don’t panic, Mr. Chen is responsible for everything.”.

The grass was stripped away, and everyone could see what it was-a mouse! Hundreds of rats! They came from all directions, not afraid of us, but directly through our feet, and then stopped at the edge of the grave, round and round, surrounded the grave. Can

you imagine that image?

All the mice covered the ground in the dark. They were so quiet that they didn’t make a sound. They just lay on the ground. It was so

quiet that people’s hair stood on end.

Suddenly, all the mice stood up! Yes, stand up! They stood up on their back legs. The two feet in

front kept stroking their whiskers from bottom to top.

The beard looked like three sticks of incense standing between heaven and earth.

Their movements are pious and uniform, over and over again, never tired of it! Everyone was dumbfounded! No one here has ever seen such a scene! Mr. Chen suddenly let out a loud cry of “Ah!” In great fear. His whole body began to tremble. He cried out with trepidation, “Ten thousand rats worship the grave. There is no life without death!”! Run fast! Run fast! Run fast Chapter 5 There is still a grave. After Mr. Chen shouted, he ran away in a panic. He almost fell down

in the middle, but fortunately he was caught by the second uncle who followed him.

But Mr. Chen didn’t care and kept running forward desperately. As soon as

he ran, everyone ran with him. That kind of scene, to use an idiom I learned before, is called “running away from the wilderness.”.

I followed my uncle, my father was behind me, I looked back, the strange scene continued, the scene was deeply imprinted in my mind, lingering. After

entering the village, everyone dispersed and went back to their homes.

My mother had already cooked the meal, and she didn’t know that she had found my father, but she still cooked the meal as before and waited for us to come back.

When my mother saw my father, I felt that all the splendor and wealth were false, and only the family was real. No matter how much money you

make, what can you do? Isn’t it a handful of loess after you die?

I had never seen my mother and my father embrace each other. According to them, it was not fashionable in the village. But that night, in the dim light, my mother held my father tightly and cried, fearing that my father would disappear if she let go.

I don’t know what kind of state my mother was in when she learned that my father was missing, especially when her only son was still unconscious. At that time, I think it was the most desperate moment of her life.

Fortunately, she survived, and now her husband and son are safe, which is the only good thing after Grandpa’s death. Mr.

Chen’s home is in the town. It’s already dark. He can’t go back. He has to stay at my house for one night.

Ever since he came in, I’ve seen him in shock, looking out of the yard from time to time.

And the direction he looked, if I remember correctly, was the direction of my grandfather’s old house. At

the dinner table, Mr. Chen’s hands were still trembling and he seemed to be afraid.

My uncle and second uncle didn’t say anything, so I had to eat quietly and didn’t ask anything.

After all, I was afraid that my mother would be frightened if I asked.

The Mason Chen died in his own yard without warning.

This is a story that spread in the village after dinner.

The second uncle went to check it out. He was a policeman and had the power in this respect. When he

came back, he said that the preliminary judgment was that it was a myocardial infarction, which is usually referred to as a sudden heart attack.

This judgment is hard to convince, because the story of ten thousand rats worshipping the grave has been spread in the village. It is impossible to hide the noise made by

so many mice. There are even

rumors that anyone who touches my grandfather’s grave will die.

All of a sudden, people were in a panic, and no one dared to contact our family. After

dinner, my uncle said he would go to Chen’s house for a wake.

This is a necessary rule.

Because in any case, the death of Chen Masons is related to my family.

I said I wanted to go, too. My uncle was afraid that something would happen, so he refused at first.

But Mr. Chen said that it was good for him to go, so I followed my uncle and uncle to Chen’s house in the village. What

I didn’t expect was that Mr. Chen followed me.

It’s just that he kept walking behind without saying a word. The mourning hall of

Chen’s family has been set up.

Because he had no children, no one was willing to go into the cause of his death.

Otherwise, according to my second uncle, I have to go to the town or even the city to do forensic identification, but who is willing to pay for an irrelevant person, who is willing to spend manpower and material resources for him?

Therefore, after discussing with some old people in the village, the village party secretary decided that everyone should collect money to set up a three-day Taoist temple for Chen Masons and then bury them. After

arriving at the mourning hall of Chen Masons, he found only one Wang Ergou watching the spirit.

But think about it, no one wants to have too much relationship with Chen Masons.

But Wang Ergou is different, he is a drunkard, but also a bachelor, as long as give him some money, give some wine, he is willing to do anything.

Seeing us coming, Wang Ergou stumbled away.

After Wang Ergou left, the second uncle asked me to close the door of the yard. When he

came back, his uncle and second uncle were busy making a fire. Mr. Chen stood in front of the mourning hall of the Mason Chen and offered three sticks of incense. After burning incense, Mr.

Chen asked me to kneel down in front of the mourning hall and kowtow three times to Mr. Chen. I

don’t know why, but I did it anyway.

Anyway, Mr. Chen is the one who saved my father’s life, and his ability is still there, and I have to admire him.

If my university teacher knew that I admired a person who engaged in feudal superstition, he would probably jump up and point at my nose and scold me. After

the uncle and the second uncle finished the fire, they also offered three sticks of incense to the Mason Chen. My uncle also said to the Mason Chen’s spirit tablet, “Brother Chen, Xiao Yang Ha is a baby. Even if you have a wish, don’t look for him. You look for me, and the eldest brother will help you finish it.”. When

everything was done, the four of us sat in front of Masons Chen’s mourning hall, with a bonfire burning in the yard, not for warmth, but for light, as before.

The flickering light of the fire was imprinted on their faces, and the traces left by the years on their faces were even more vicissitudes of life in the light of the fire.

I saw them all frowning, and I knew they must have something on their mind.

In particular, Mr. Chen also followed us to Chen’s house for a wake, which is somewhat unreasonable. I think there should be something to say, but it is not convenient to discuss in my house.

Sure enough, my second uncle was the first to say, “Old classmate, there are no outsiders here. If you have anything to say, just say it directly.”. Mr.

Chen took a puff of his dry tobacco and did not speak.

The uncle and the second uncle did not ask any more questions, but waited patiently. Mr.

Chen took another puff of his cigarette, glanced at me, and then asked me, “Does the baby smoke?”?

I shook my head and said no. Mr.

Chen nodded and said, good role. It’s good

not to smoke. Don’t smoke

in the future.

When you graduate from college and find a place to settle down outside, don’t come back.

I said this is my hometown. Mr.

Chen laughed and said that there was no good place to live in the poor mountains and rivers. What’s the relationship between the

old and the old?

When you settle down outside, your baby’s hometown will be outside.

Just like your grandfather settled down here, so this is your hometown.

I don’t know why Mr. Chen suddenly told me this. After all, it was the first time I met Mr. Chen, but he seemed to be very familiar with me. After Mr.

Chen said this, he patted me on the shoulder and said to my second uncle, “Don’t look for your father’s body any more. You can’t find it.”. Before

my second uncle opened his mouth, my uncle disagreed. He said that death was the most important thing, and everyone paid attention to burying in peace. If I couldn’t even find the body of my father, how could I have the face to see him after I died? Mr.

Chen shook his head and said, “Even if you go down (we don’t usually say you’re dead here, but we call it” going down “in another way), you won’t see him.”.

The second uncle asked, why? Mr.

Chen sighed, took a hard puff on his cigarette, and then said, “Your father and father have been silent for most of their lives, but I didn’t expect to play such a game when they were dying.”.

Let me tell you that everyone has three souls and seven souls, do you know? After

death, these three souls and seven souls will leave the body, but your father trapped his own soul in his body, so even if you go down, you can’t see him. All three of

us are stupid! Especially for me, a person who has received more than ten years of dialectical materialism education, I heard a middle-aged man say that there are three souls and seven souls in the world, which is even more absurd. Didn’t

he make it clear that there are ghosts in the world?

I can’t accept it for a moment.

And what Mr. Chen said was that it was not only the existence of ghosts, but also the ability to trap this thing inside the corpse, which was even more unacceptable.

If I hadn’t encountered these things, I would have put a feudal superstition hat on Mr. Chen.

My uncle and uncle are also very difficult to accept, but they are difficult to accept that my grandfather’s soul can not be reincarnated, rather than world view.

So I didn’t speak and waited for Mr. Chen to go on.

But the uncle anxiously asked Mr. Chen, “Why do my father and I want to do this?”? Mr.

Chen took another heavy puff on his cigarette and then went on to say, “Let’s wait for Ha Zi to say this again. I ask you, do you know that there is something wrong with Tinggong’s grave?”? I certainly didn’t know before I was

buried, but now even I know there must be something wrong with the grave.

If there is no problem, how can my grandfather climb out again and again?

But we don’t know what the problem is. Mr.

Chen looked at me, then at my first and second uncles, and then said, “There is another grave under Tinggong’s grave!” Chapter 6 is grandpa corpse driver? Mr.

Chen’s eyes seemed to radiate an indescribable light, and he said with great certainty, “There is another grave under Tinggong’s grave!” My uncle was shocked when he heard this.

Wave your hand and say, “It’s impossible, it’s impossible, how could this happen?”?

That piece of land was seen by the gentleman who made the Ashram. If there was really a grave below, he could not have told us. When Mr.

Chen heard my uncle’s words, he gave a sneer and said that if the Taoist priest you were talking about could see a grave under the ground, your father would not be your father.

This time, my second uncle and I were confused by Mr. Chen’s words.

My second uncle asked, old classmate, don’t keep me in suspense, just say it directly. Mr.

Chen took a puff on his cigarette. Instead of rushing to answer my second uncle’s words, he pointed to the coffin in the mourning hall and turned to me and asked, “Little doll, do you know what he does?”?

I nodded and said, “Mason.”. Mr.

Chen asked me again, “Do you know what I do?”?

I wanted to talk about Taoist priests and so on, but think about it, Mr. Chen’s style seems to have little to do with Taoist priests, although he also carries copper coins and amulets, but I still can not connect him with Taoist priests.

So I shook my head and said I didn’t know. Mr.

Chen himself answered himself, “I am a shoemaker.”. When

he said this, I suddenly thought of what he had said when he asked me to change my father’s shoes before. Shoes are divided into left and right sides. There are Yin and Yang on the road. Yin people take the road of Yin, and Yang people take the road of Yang. If you lose your way, turn back quickly! My uncle is a little confused, busy asked, Mr. Chen is not a geomancer? Mr.

Chen shook his head and said, “I am just a child craftsman, and my greatest skill in life is to make children (shoes) for people.”. To be a male child for the

living and a female child for the dead has been done for more than thirty years. All three of

us listened quietly to Mr. Chen without interrupting him. Mr.

Chen went on to say, “Little doll, do you remember the black cloth baby under your father’s feet when he came out of the coffin?”?

Yin people have the way of Yin people, Yang people have the way of Yang people, what kind of children wear, what kind of way to walk.

Your father was led the wrong way into your grandfather’s coffin by that child.

It’s a good thing he only wears one pussy. If he wears both feet, he will be in trouble.

My father after this disaster, I still have a lingering fear, thinking in the end is which bastard to my father to wear the Yin child? With

this in mind, I asked the question. Mr.

Chen stretched out his hand and pointed to the ground. He pressed his voice and said, “The one on the ground who was pressed by your grandfather’s grave.”. Mr.

Chen said that it was not willing to be pressed by your grandfather’s grave, but it had no alternative to your grandfather, so it had to attack your descendants.

You were his target, but your grandfather crawled out to your bedside, and he had no choice but to attack your father.

Only then did we know that my grandfather climbed out of the old house, not because he deliberately wanted to harm our family, but because he would run back to guard his grandson even if he died.

If that’s the case, then it all makes sense.

Why did Grandpa come back and lie beside me instead of my uncle and uncle, and why did Grandpa stand beside me after I fainted? He did all this to protect me.

I blamed him for not being buried well before, but I didn’t expect him. I really want to find a hole to get into. What’s the matter with

Chen Masons? After all,

my second uncle was born a policeman, and he has been thinking about this all the time. Although

he told the villagers that Chen Masons died of a heart attack, in fact, he himself did not believe it. Although the villagers did not say it

before, they all knew that they blamed my grandfather for the death of Chen Masons, and my second uncle wanted to return my grandfather’s innocence. Mr.

Chen took a look at the mourning hall of the Mason Chen and then went on to say that he was a Mason. Build a Yang house

for the living and a Yin house for the dead.

It’s just that in the last few years, he’s been building a house full of Yin Qi, and it’s hard for him not to die.

What’s more, he also offended the underground one, if not for the protection of Tinggong, he died when he first went into the grave to repair the old house for Tinggong.

I asked Mr. Chen, who is under my grandfather’s grave? Mr.

Chen shook his head and said, “I don’t know.”.

But the one under the ground is at least two hundred years old.

Do you remember I threw copper coins before digging your grandfather’s grave?

That’s “throwing stones to find the way.” The question is whether you can dig a grave.

I asked back and forth ten times before I got the consent of the person below. Generally speaking, I am a child craftsman, and the two ways of Yin and Yang will not make me feel embarrassed. No matter how powerful the guy is, I can ask him three or four times. That guy forced me to ask him ten times, and the last time was (or) your grandfather’s help. Tell me

by yourself, can dojo gentleman you invited see such a powerful guy?

To tell you the truth, if Tinggong hadn’t chosen this grave, even I wouldn’t have known that such a guy was buried underground. At

this point, I already understood that it was not that the Ashram gentleman did not tell us that there was a grave under Grandpa’s grave, but that he himself did not know that there was a grave under this grave! I couldn’t believe what was buried under Grandpa’s grave. In my opinion, Mr. Chen was already a top character, but he said that if Grandpa had not chosen the grave above, he would not have known that there was another grave under the grave.

However, since this thing is so powerful, my grandfather can hold him, then what kind of ruthless role should my grandfather be?

I really want to ask Mr. Chen this question, but I was interrupted by the second uncle.

My old classmate, you told us not to look for my father’s body. Can we talk about it now?

My second uncle turned the conversation to the previous one. Mr.

Chen, as before, did not rush to answer, but first asked my uncle, “Do you know what your father and father used to do?”?

Uncle said, I heard that he had fought the Japanese, and he had been a peasant since he returned to the village. What about

you? Mr.

Chen asked my second uncle again.

The second uncle’s answer is the same as the uncle’s.

So you don’t know your father at all.

“Mr. Chen sighed and went on,” Do you know why I never came to your village before? My uncle and uncle knew

this, and everyone in the village knew it. Mr. Chen never came to our village before, and even if he did, he didn’t go into the village, he just stood at the entrance of the village.

So before the second uncle went to invite Mr. Chen this time, he was not sure if he could invite him.

That’s because my way is not even an entrance in front of your father and father.

There is a senior in your village. Tell me, do I dare to enter the village? Not only is Mr.

Chen not embarrassed at all, but he is also somewhat proud.

The uncle and the second uncle looked at each other, apparently seeing confusion in each other’s eyes.

The second uncle asked, is my father also a child craftsman?

“No,” Mr. Chen said. “I can’t say exactly what your father and father are doing. It seems that he can do everything.

If you really want to talk about what he does, I think he should be a corpse driver! Corpse driver?

I reflected on the word in my heart.

Isn’t this a legend circulating in the Xiangxi area of Hunan?

Is it true?

Here I would like to introduce the geographical location of my hometown, which is located on the edge of western Hunan, only separated from Chongqing by a river, and close to Guizhou.

So the dialect of the speech is very close to that of Chongqing, and it is also similar to some words of Guizhou.

However, I still did not think that my farmer who could only dig and plant trees and plow the fields and plant seedlings on weekdays was a corpse driver! My uncle also expressed his doubts. He said, “It’s impossible. I’ve never heard my father mention it, and I’ve never seen him drive a corpse.”. Mr.

Chen nodded and said that this was the place where Tinggong was fierce. He had endured for fifty or sixty years without being discovered. If

I hadn’t seen his “skullduggery,” I wouldn’t have dared to say that he was a corpse driver.

Besides, now the traffic is so developed, where is the need to drive the corpse?

This time, we were confused again.

Before Mr. Chen talked about “throwing stones to find the way,” I could still understand. What kind of concept is this “stealing the sky and changing the sun”?

Chapter 7 is just the beginning. Mr. Chen knows that we don’t understand the concept of “skullduggery,” so he takes the initiative to explain it.

He said that the burial place under the Tinggong Tomb should be unusual, a bit like a “tiger place,” and a bit like a “gossip place.” As for what kind of place it is, I can’t see it. This is what those geomancers are good at.

But Tinggong must know, otherwise he wouldn’t have told you to bury it in that place.

I estimated that Tinggong not only knew about that piece of land, but also knew that there was a grave below, and he could see that the grave was going to gain power recently, so he used the method of “stealing the sky and changing the sun” to bury himself in it, stealing the fortune of the previous one and changing it on himself. More than

two hundred years of fortune, Tinggong said to steal, he is really not generally ruthless.

My second uncle asked, how to say this? Mr.

Chen said, you think, if you have worked hard to save more than two hundred years of fortune underground, and suddenly an outsider comes and wants to rob you, would you like to?

Definitely don’t want to scatter! But if that man insists on robbing you, what will you do?

It must be a hard pick up, isn’t it?

The question is, what if this guy is the guy you can’t beat?

That’s easy. Then you have to choose his family.

This is the same reason. The one on the

ground floor chose this little doll.

So, Tinggong is really ruthless, in case he miscalculates, his grandson doll is not gone? Mr.

Chen paused and went on to say that this was the first point of his ruthlessness. In fact, his most ruthless place was not here, but that he was more ruthless to himself! The second uncle hurriedly asked, what’s going on? Mr.

Chen said, do you know what is one of the conditions for “stealing the sky and changing the sun”?

We all shook our heads.

I saw Mr. Chen take a deep breath and then say, “Although I am not the kind of person who drives away corpses, I also know, no, anyone in the circle should know, that one of the conditions for” stealing the sky and changing the sun “is that a living person must be buried in it, that is to say, it must be buried alive!”! My uncle, the second uncle, and I, all stare big eyes, especially me, the brain of a buzz, just feel a blank! If what Mr. Chen said is true, then my grandfather is not dead, but we buried him alive? Mr.

Chen should have seen the pain on our faces, so he enlightened us that you should not be sad, this is Tinggong’s own choice.

“Pow!” My uncle slapped himself in the face and kept repeating, “I should be sent to the hospital, I should be sent to the hospital..” Mr. Chen said that even if he was sent to the hospital, the hospital would make a diagnosis of death.

Tinggong’s method should be to “refine the living corpse” in the line of the corpse driver.

That is to say, he turned himself into a corpse, and if it weren’t for the people in the circle, it would be impossible to know that he was actually alive.

If I’m not wrong, Tinggong’s mouth should not be closed before he was buried, and it’s getting bigger and bigger.

That’s because he wants to suffocate himself to death, so he will open his mouth wide.

And another reason for keeping his mouth wide open is that he wants to suck the fortune drops of the underground man.

This Mr. Chen did not see my grandfather’s body, but he knew so many things based on his digging my grandfather’s grave before, and he was basically right. I have to say that this Mr. Chen’s ability is simply unspeakable.

But even such a powerful role, still said in front of my grandfather is just the beginning, then my grandfather in the end has been powerful to what kind of, I can hardly imagine. Mr.

Chen took one look at my second uncle and went on to say, “You asked me where your father’s body went before. I can tell you now that your father’s body should be lying in the grave of the man underground.”.

So don’t look around any more, and you can’t find it.

In addition, I would like to remind you that you do not want to think of digging the grave, I tell you, that grave, now which dig, which die! I asked, why? Mr.

Chen gave a sneer and said, Why?

It’s not easy for me to make the grave quiet. If anyone disturbs it again, not only the underground one, but also your grandfather will not let him go. You think about it yourself. If you are hated by these two ruthless characters, do you have a life to live?

My second uncle said, will my father climb out again? At

this point, I saw that Mr. Chen’s body was obviously shaking, and it was obvious that he was afraid. Mr.

Chen said, you’d better ask the Bodhisattva to bless your father and father not to come out again.

Otherwise. “Or what?”?

The second uncle asked anxiously. Mr.

Chen said, did you see the ten thousand rats worshipping the grave before?

This has only happened once in history.

It is said that more than two thousand years ago, in Changping, Shanxi Province, someone “refined his own living corpse” and produced ten thousand rats to worship the grave. As a result, an army disappeared for no reason.

And this army, a total of 450,000 men! When I heard this, my mind buzzed and I blurted out, “Bai Qi?”? Battle

of Changping?

“” What son rises in white and rises in black?

I haven’t heard of it, and I just listen to my master. The

old man’s last words before he died were, in the future, if you, a fool, meet ten thousand rats to worship the grave, I will run very fast and very far.

If I couldn’t walk at night, I would have left here long ago. Mr.

Chen was still trembling as he spoke, as if he were still afraid of the scene he had seen before.

Later I learned that those who were shoemakers could not walk at night, because one of the shoes under their feet was a yin-shoe.

My uncle asked me, have you ever called the Battle of Changping?

I said that the Battle of Changping was a battle between the State of Qin and the State of Zhao in ancient times. Because it took place in Changping, it was called the Battle of Changping.

In the end, the Zhao army was defeated, and the Qin army won and occupied Changping, and killed more than 400,000 soldiers of the State of Zhao.

And the general who led the Qin army was called Bai Qi.

The second uncle asked Mr. Chen, old classmate, are you saying that my father and father can kill people? Mr.

Chen shook his head and said, “I can’t explain it clearly now.”.

At first, I thought Tinggong was just trying to suck the fortune of the underground man, so I helped him.

I put the head of the monument upside down to let Tinggong steadily overwhelm that meaning.

And I also put a pair of my children on the top of the monument, which should not be a big problem.

But I didn’t think of the next ten thousand rats worshipping the grave.

If I had known this was going to happen, I would never have come here.

So what do we do now?

The second uncle asked again. Mr.

Chen said, I really don’t know what to do. Now

I don’t even know whether these mice worship the underground one or your father and father. What can I do?

Anyway, I will leave at dawn tomorrow, and there is nothing I can do for the rest.

I asked, who are those mice worshipping? Is there any difference? Mr.

Chen said that if it was Tinggong who was worshipped, it would be all right. After all, he was a corpse driver before his death. After he got the luck of the underground man, he was worshipped by ten thousand rats, which was a matter of course.

If it is the underground one, it means that it has become a climate, then those who have disturbed (disturbed) him, that is, the people of your village, will die! After listening to Mr. Chen’s words, uncle, second uncle, and I do not know how to describe the mood at this moment.

I originally thought that the world is dialectical materialism, what ghosts ah, monsters ah, are fictional things, but now the experience, almost completely subverted my world view.

But I still have a lot of things that I don’t understand. Why did my grandfather, such a kind elder, become a corpse driver in Mr. Chen’s mouth? Why would

he bury himself alive to make a Promethean? What kind of identity does the

underground one have? How many secrets did

my grandfather hide before he died? Who on earth are

those rats worshipping? In front of Grandpa’s grave,

I seem to see thousands of mice standing upright around the grave, using their front paws to push their whiskers from bottom to top, as if they were holding three sticks of incense in one hand to worship. Before I

came back, I thought Grandpa’s death was the end of a person, but I didn’t think it was just the beginning of the story. Chapter 8 the fire in the other my yard was still jumping, as if it were a graceful girl dancing in the fire. The wrinkles on the faces of

the uncle and the second uncle were illuminated by the fire, as if they were oil paintings with a long history. Mr.

Chen is filling his tobacco pouch with tobacco, but he is not in a hurry to smoke, but is preparing to light it when he is addicted to smoking. The courtyard,

where there had been voices, suddenly quieted down, except for the crackling sound of the firewood burning.

After a while, I was sleepy and yawned.

The second uncle said to me, you and Mr. Chen go back first, and your uncle and I will be here. Before

I could respond, Mr. Chen nodded his head to show that he had agreed.

I can’t say anything more. I can’t say I want to stay here for the wake. Mr. Chen, can you go back by yourself?

Today is the sixteenth day of the lunar calendar. The moon in the sky is very round and bright, and there are no dark clouds. Even if you walk at night, you can see it very clearly.

But Mr. Chen still found a kerosene lamp from the house of the Mason Chen and lit it in his hand.

As when he went to Chen’s house, Mr. Chen chose to walk behind.

I intended to wait for him, so I slowed down. Unexpectedly, he also slowed down, so I quickened my pace, but he also caught up with me, always two or three steps away from me.

Little doll, do you know what’s the most taboo thing about walking at night? Mr.

Chen’s voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

I thought about it, as if I had heard the old people say something about this before, so I replied, “You can’t turn back when you walk at night. Someone shouted that you can’t promise.”.

“Fart!” With a sneer, Mr. Chen said, “The most taboo thing about walking at night is going fast and going slow.”. If the

rhythm changes, it will make those things think you are dancing, and then they will all gather around you.

When the time comes, I will be reluctant to let you go. If a ghost hits the wall, it will be fun.

I said, Mr. Chen, don’t blacken me. I’m too timid, and I’ve been blackened (frightened) these days. What if I’m blackened to death? After hearing this, Mr.

Chen laughed and said, “Your grandfather’s body slept next to you, but you didn’t die in the black. Did I say a word to kill you in the black?”?

Obviously, Mr. Chen didn’t believe that I would be scared to death.

Indeed, since returning to the village, I have encountered these things, if anyone else had experienced them personally, I would have been scared half to death or directly to death.

But I didn’t.

Before I knew it, I was surprised to find that my courage seemed to have increased. When

I was in middle school, my teacher talked about an experiment in which a frog was put into warm water and then boiled with fire. The frog would not jump out until it was boiled to death.

This is the famous story of the frog boiled in warm water.

I think I am the frog now. What is happening around me now is the warm water burned by the fire. I am less and less afraid of the temperature of the water. I just don’t know if I will be scalded to death by the water one day.

I think, that day will certainly come, just the length of time, after all, in this world, who can live a long life?

Just like my grandfather, who is already such a powerful figure in Mr. Chen’s mouth, didn’t he suffocate himself to death in the end?

Suddenly, I began to have a little doubt about my whole life. I used to live and study hard in order to earn money to honor my grandfather and parents in the future, but even if I earned more money, what was the use?

In the end, when you come to the end of your life, aren’t you all a handful of dirt?

After walking for a while, I shook my head, put aside this unrealistic idea, and secretly scolded myself for being really hypocritical-obviously I was still a college student with nothing, but I dared to say that no matter how much money I earned, it was useless?

I asked Mr. Chen, you said that when my grandfather was still alive, you did not dare to enter our village because you were afraid of offending my grandfather.

Did you know that my grandfather was a corpse driver at that time? Mr.

Chen sighed, which seemed to be a feeling of the past, and then he told me that your grandfather was the most capable person I had ever seen in my life.

If I hadn’t seen with my own eyes his use of “skullduggery,” I wouldn’t have dared to say that he was a corpse driver.

He knows too much.

But this “stealing the sky and changing the sun” is something that only the people of Xiangxi know how to do.

So I didn’t know your grandfather was a corpse driver before. How can

you recognize my grandfather?

I asked. Mr.

Chen said that it was your grandfather who found me.

My curiosity was aroused, and I continued to ask him, “Is my grandfather looking for you?”?

He said, if I remember correctly, it should be 22 years ago, when I just finished my apprenticeship, the first thing I did alone was to make a pair of children for your grandfather.

A pair of yin-yang children for babies.

Don’t look back and be careful to blow out the flame on your shoulder.

You’re right. Those kids are for you. Can you wear it for

me?

I’m a little surprised.

Yeah. Mr.

Chen went on to say that from then on, he would come to me every year and ask me to make a pair of Yin and Yang children for him.

Every time he finished it, when he came to pick it up, he would point out what could be improved and what had been done well.

At first I thought he was also a child craftsman, because there were some things he said that even my master didn’t know.

So when your grandfather came to the village, I didn’t dare to come in and make a fool of myself. I

still didn’t understand, so I continued to ask, “Why did you dress me like a yin-yang boy?”? Mr.

Chen said that shoes are divided into left and right, the road has Yin and Yang, Yang shoes protect the body, Yin shoes ward off evil spirits.

He did it to protect you.

I thought that my grandfather would send me a pair of cloth shoes every year, although sometimes I didn’t wear them, but basically I would take them to school.

Unexpectedly, Grandpa’s love for me has begun to sprout since I was born.

I asked again, is there any difference between you child craftsmen and corpse drivers? Mr.

Chen was not anxious enough to answer me this time, but after several steps, he suddenly asked me, “Little doll, do you feel that there is something wrong?”?

I looked around, the view was clearer in the moonlight, the silver light enveloped the whole village, very peaceful, very quiet-there was nothing wrong with it.

So I said, no, it’s normal to see it. Mr.

Chen quickened his pace and took two steps forward, side by side with me. He suddenly turned his head and asked me, “Don’t you think we’ve been walking for a long time?”?

As soon as he said this, my brain suddenly buzzed. I realized that our village was not big. After walking for so long, we had to walk from the village to the end of the village, let alone my home in the middle of the village?

But now, still only see a few rooms in the distance, walked for a long time, or did not go.

I say, there seems to be something wrong. Mr.

Chen said, I said, such a big battle of ten thousand rats worshipping the grave has been put out, if there is no movement at night, it is not normal.

Little doll, have you ever heard of ghosts hitting the wall?

I nodded. This is a kind of folklore. It is said that the road is staggered by the wrong ghost. You think you are walking all the time, but in fact you are just spinning in the same place. Mr.

Chen also said, “Little doll, mention the kerosene lamp.”.

Watch me break its ghost and hit the wall.

I took the kerosene lamp from Mr. Chen’s hand and saw him bend down to take off the two shoes on his feet, holding the right shoe in his left hand and the left shoe in his right hand. Then he straightened up, reached out and put the two shoes in front of him, and then hit the soles of the two shoes in the air. After a

bang, Mr. Chen took three steps forward, and I hurried to follow him.

Then, every time he patted his shoes, he took three steps forward. After Mr. Chen took dozens of pictures of the house that was far away from us

before, he really walked to it.

But when I raised the kerosene lamp and looked at the yard in front of me, I found that it was the yard of Chen Masons! There was a bonfire in the yard, and we walked for so long, and then we came back! I told Mr. Chen that we should stop here tonight and not go back. It’s all right for Mr.

Chen to speak.

Just as I was about to push the door in, I heard a familiar sound coming from the yard.

I stuck it on the broken door and looked through the crack of the door. The fire in the yard was flickering. In the light of the fire, in front of the mourning hall of Chen Masons, my uncle, second uncle, Mr. Chen, and another me were sitting in turn. Chapter 9 The Portrait of Chen Masons When I looked in through the crack of the door, I turned my head and looked at me at the same time.

And the corners of his mouth, pull out a strange smile.

“Ah!” I let out a loud cry and turned to run away. There was a dull bang and I hit the wall.

Little doll, did you have a nightmare? Mr.

Chen’s voice rang in my ears.

I squinted around in pain, only to find that I was lying in my own bed, next to Mr. Chen.

And the first thought that came to my mind was, thank God, that’s not my grandfather lying next to me.

Although I know that Grandpa has no malice towards me, on the contrary, he is still protecting me, but I have to admit that I am still afraid to see Grandpa like this.

I think the reason for my fear is fear and guilt. I didn’t know I was dreaming until I

heard Mr. Chen’s words.

I asked, didn’t we get a ghost on the wall? How could

I sleep in my room? Mr.

Chen turned around, turned his face to the door, turned the back of his head to me, changed to a more comfortable position, and then said to me, “You have the nerve to say that we were hit by a ghost on the wall, so we walked back to the yard of Chen Masons.”.

Who knows you just want to push the door to go in, and then you faint.

A ghost hit the wall, and you fainted to death? After listening to Mr. Chen’s words,

I was a little flustered. I always felt that something was wrong. So I asked, Mr. Chen, why did we come back? When did

we come back? Mr.

Chen said that after you fainted, your second uncle carried you back.

I just slept for a while, and my buttocks were hot.

I asked hurriedly, what about my second uncle? Mr.

Chen said that he went back to Masons yard to accompany your uncle.

Hearing this, I was a little relieved.

I’m worried that my uncle will have an accident when he goes alone.

Besides, I always feel that there is something wrong with Chen’s yard.

So I told Mr. Chen what I had just dreamed.

I said, Mr. Chen, I just dreamed that after we went back to Mr. Chen’s yard, I leaned over the door and looked in, and I saw that there was another you and another me in the yard.

And I smiled at the corners of my mouth. When Mr.

Chen heard this, he sat up and asked me with his eyes wide open, “Did you see it before you fainted or did you just dream about it?”?

The silvery moonlight came through the window and sprinkled on Mr. Chen’s face.

By the moonlight, I could clearly see Mr. Chen’s expression, staring eyes, lips trembling slightly, and even a frightened expression.

I was frightened by Mr. Chen’s expression. I said that I couldn’t tell whether it was a dream or a reality. It was,

I think, a dream.

Although I didn’t know why Mr. Chen was so afraid, I comforted him that it might be a dream. Mr.

Chen pinched his fingers again as before and began to calculate, but this time he seemed to be a little impetuous, pinched for a long time, it seems that he did not figure out why.

So as he put on his shoes, he told me to go, go, go, put on the children, and go to the old Mason’s house.

I saw that he looked very nervous all the time. Although I didn’t know what was going on, I quickly got up and put on my shoes. Then I followed him out of the yard to the village with the kerosene lamp.

I saw that the moon had reached the west at this time, indicating that it was early in the morning.

I’m a little confused. I really can’t figure out how long Mr. Chen and I have been trapped by the ghost hitting the wall just now.

I can’t even tell whether I am in reality or in a dream. Mr.

Chen didn’t care so much about me. After he went out of the yard, he took off his shoes and took three steps as before.

But this time he was in a hurry to shoot and walk, and I had to trot all the way behind him to catch up.

This time we did not walk long to the village, and the bonfire in the yard of Chen Masons was still burning.

But the closer I got to the gate of Mason Chen’s yard, the more afraid I became.

I’m afraid that when I stick it on the door and look in, I’ll see another me! Without any pause, Mr. Chen pushed the door directly into the yard of the Mason.

The bonfire was already very small, and the memorial hall of Chen Masons was still there, but I didn’t see my uncle and uncle. I’m a little panicked

this time.

I asked Mr. Chen, where is my uncle? Mr.

Chen said, look for it first. After

saying that, he called out the names of my uncle and uncle several times, and then went into one of the rooms.

I looked at the mourning hall of Chen Masons and dared not approach it.

So I called uncle and uncle as I walked in the yard, trying to see if there were any of them around the yard. After half a circle

in the courtyard, Mr. Chen came out of the house, looked at me, shook his head at me, and went into another room on the other side of the mourning hall (the houses of the villagers are all in the middle of the hall, one room on each side, and the mourning hall is usually located in the hall).

I still did not dare to approach, so I continued to turn around in the yard, but I suddenly had a feeling.

I feel like there’s a pair of eyes staring at me all the time! I turned around a few times and found no one else.

It’s even more impossible to have eyes staring at me.

But I still have that feeling. I believe everyone has basically encountered

this feeling, because generally someone is looking at you, you should be aware of it.

And I feel that way right now.

I tried to change a few positions, but the feeling was still there. The hair on

my whole body has stood up, and I want to go into the room to find Mr. Chen.

But when I walked to the mourning hall, I suddenly found the eyes that looked at me-Chen Masons’posthumous photos! The silver moonlight shone down on his black and white photo, as if his head was standing on the table, and his eyes were looking straight at me.

I quickly looked away and took a few steps to the left, trying to avoid his view.

As a result, when I looked at the past, I found that his eyes actually turned an angle with me, or looked straight at me! I felt it was hard for me to breathe. I wanted to call Mr. Chen, but I was afraid that if I opened my mouth, his head would jump out of the picture frame.

So I can only walk forward carefully, I thought, after all, you are a two-dimensional picture, as long as I stand on the same line with you, you can not see me.

But when I stood at the same level as Chen’s posthumous photo, I found that the eyes on Chen’s posthumous photo had moved to the corner of his eyes, and he was squinting at me! I was so frightened that I rushed in, but I bumped into Mr. Chen who came out. Mr.

Chen asked me, “What happened? Did you find someone?”?

I have been frightened to speak incoherently, dare not look at Chen’s posthumous photo, but toward his posthumous photo Nu mouth, in a voice almost trembling, his eyes have been staring at me.

Besides, his eyes were already slanting to the corners of his eyes just now! That’s definitely not the look in a picture! Unexpectedly, Mr. Chen smiled and said, “Look at all the pictures. If you move, he will also move. Why are you so afraid?”?

I said, not the same, I know the usual photos, but which photos of the eyes can squint to the corner of the eye to see people drop? Mr.

Chen seemed to be convinced by my frightened expression, so he went to Chen’s posthumous photo and lay on the table, staring at his posthumous photo.

Then he told me, “You take two steps and I’ll see.”.

So while Mr. Chen was watching, I walked a few steps left and right behind Mr. Chen, and I found that the feeling of being stared at before had disappeared, and the eyes of Mr. Chen did not follow me any more. Mr.

Chen stood up and said, “I looked at it for a minute. How could it be so evil as you said?”?

I said, why don’t you take a few steps in front of him? Mr.

Chen glanced at me, but agreed.

So he also walked around a few steps in front of Chen’s posthumous photo, but Chen’s posthumous photo did not change.

This once made me think, is it my own hallucination? Mr.

Chen didn’t see anything strange, so he said to me, “Go, go, go. Your uncle and uncle are not here. Let’s look for another place.”.

I followed Mr. Chen out, and when I reached the middle of the yard, I still looked back in disbelief. At this glance, I was almost scared to death-Chen Masons in the black and white frame, his eyes squinting, his mouth grinning, smiling at me! Chapter 10 Mr. Chen looked back at me when he saw that I didn’t follow him. I found that Chen’s posthumous photo immediately returned to normal.

I didn’t say anything about it, because even if I did, Mr. Chen wouldn’t believe it.

So I lowered my head and followed Mr. Chen closely, not daring to leave half a step.

Just as we were about to leave the gate, the gate was pushed open, but my second uncle, whom we had not found for a long time, came in.

He asked, why did you come back?

But you’re just in time. My brother is missing.

As soon as I heard it, I thought to myself, would I be caught in a coffin in the grave like my father? Mr.

Chen asked, what’s going on?

My second uncle said that after I sent you back, when I came back, I didn’t see my eldest brother.

I thought he had gone to pee, so I waited in the yard for a while.

About ten minutes, he did not come back, I think, is the nest of shit is finished, there must be an accident.

So I went to the neighborhood to look for it, but I didn’t find anyone.

I’m going to come back and get a stick, and then I’ll go out and look for you, and I’ll see you. Mr.

Chen lowered his head and thought about it. He said, “It’s useless to take a stick. Each of you takes a child.”.

With these words, Mr. Chen conjured up two shoes from his bosom and gave one to each of me and my second uncle.

He says, this is Yin child, if encounter unclean thing, you take this to beat him, remember to hit skull! My second uncle asked, where are we going now? Mr.

Chen lowered his head and thought, “Go to your father’s graveyard.”.

The second uncle led the way. I walked in the middle with a kerosene lamp in one hand and Mr. Chen’s shoes in the other hand. Mr. Chen walked at the end. As before,

he took three steps and patted his shoes. He seemed to be muttering inside, but I couldn’t hear him very well, so I didn’t know what he was reading.

Moreover, I have been very curious, obviously the moon is so big at night, the situation on the road can be seen very clearly, why should I light a kerosene lamp with me?

I really want to ask Mr. Chen, but now the timing seems to be a bit wrong, so I have to follow silently forward.

From the village to my grandfather’s graveyard, and from the village back to my home, the distance is almost far, according to reason, even if the road is not easy to walk at night, at most ten minutes can walk, but I do not know why, we walked about fifteen minutes later, unexpectedly returned to the gate of Chen Masons yard.

Obviously, it’s a ghost hitting the wall again! Mr. Chen had to lead the way in front of him, in the same way as before, taking three steps.

But the method that worked well before failed this time.

We walked from the gate of Chen Masons’ yard to the left, but after walking for a while, we came back from the right side of the yard.

Mr Chen scolded, put on the shoe of left foot next, the shoe of right foot is taken in the hand (left shoe is Yang shoe, right shoe is Yin shoe).

He said to me, little doll, you lead the way.

I walked in the front, my heart has been silently saying not to turn a straight line, not to turn a straight line.

But after walking for a while, we came back from the right side of Chen Masons yard. Mr.

Chen said with some annoyance, keep going, don’t stop! I do not understand, obviously I have been walking in a straight line, why would I go back to the house of Chen Masons? The reason why

I am so sure that I have been walking in a straight line is that I look at the Big Dipper in the sky to locate it. The North Star is located in the north, and my grandfather’s graveyard is also in that direction, so as long as I follow the North Star, I can’t go wrong.

But if I’m walking in a straight line, then there’s only one explanation.

That is, on this straight road, there are countless houses of Chen Masons. The house of Chen Masons we passed is not the one we saw before, but a new house.

We once again circled back, the second uncle called Mr. Chen first don’t hurry to go, so go on, there is no end, no one can stand.

I know what the second uncle means. What he said is too much, not physically, but psychologically.

Because every time we pass the house of Chen Masons, our bearing capacity will be reduced, and the hope of getting out of this strange circle will also be reduced. It’s better not to go

than that. Mr.

Chen agreed, and then the three of us stood at the gate of the yard to find a way.

None of them had the idea of entering the courtyard, as if they were subconsciously rejecting the courtyard that could not be bypassed. Mr.

Chen suddenly opened his mouth and asked me, “Little doll, you said before that Chen Masons’ posthumous photo looked at you with squinting eyes. Did you really see it? Ha, are you dizzy?”?

I said, I really saw it.

At this time, my second uncle also spoke, and I also had this feeling. After

you two went back, my eldest brother and I sat in front of the mourning hall and always felt a pair of eyes looking at me.

I didn’t dare to ask my brother. I don’t know if he had this feeling at that time. Mr.

Chen said, “I know what the problem is.”. After

saying that, Mr. Chen kicked open the door of Mr. Chen’s yard and hurried in. My second uncle

and I looked at each other and followed him in. Mr.

Chen took out two copper coins from under the insole of his left shoe, put them in the palm of his hand and held them in a very strange posture. Then he read something in his mouth. After reading, he went to the photo of Chen Masons and pasted the copper coins on the eyes of Chen Masons.

Logically speaking, there is a layer of glass on Chen Masons’posthumous photos, and copper coins can’t be pasted on them in any case.

But after Mr. Chen let go, the copper coin seemed to be magnetically attracted to the glass and did not fall down.

After that, Mr. Chen said, “Go!”! We followed Mason Chen out of the yard and set off again.

About ten minutes later, my heart began to beat, because every time this is the time to appear in the yard of Chen Masons.

I was worried about seeing the yard of Chen Masons again.

However, my worries were unnecessary, because I had seen my grandfather’s graveyard not far away.

Yes, we are coming out.

I asked Mr. Chen, why did this happen? Mr.

Chen said with some pride that Chen Masons had too much contact with Yin House before his death, and his eyes were stained with a lot of Yin Qi. After he died, his eyes made some trouble.

Just now we thought we were looking at the road with our eyes, but in fact it was the eyes of Chen Masons who were looking at the road for us.

To put it bluntly, we actually circled around the yard of Chen Masons.

Hum, this guy, die all restless, wait for me to find your uncle, go back to punish him. As we

spoke, we had come to the edge of Grandpa’s grave.

However, the scene in front of him, even the experienced Mr. Chen, was shocked and hard to breathe.

Grandpa’s graveyard has a radius of ten meters, with dense piles of rat corpses, all lying on the ground, their heads facing the direction of the grave, their hind legs straight, parallel to their tails. The

two front paws, on the other hand, held the whiskers on both sides, pointing to the sky in the direction of the whiskers, as if devout believers were lying on the ground offering incense to the gods they believed in.

But the rats are all dead. Between

the rat corpses, there are all kinds of insect corpses, countless.

If that’s all, it’s acceptable.

Unfortunately, this is not the only thing that is presented to us. In

addition to the bodies of these mice and insects, in the innermost layer of the circle, there were twenty-eight young strong men, whose body posture was exactly the same as that of mice-they lay on the ground, their legs were straight, even the instep of their feet was on the ground, their foreheads were tightly on the ground, their hands were stretched forward, and their palms were on the ground. Twenty-eight of

them just formed a circle around Grandpa’s grave.

In addition to their same posture, these twenty-eight people have one thing in common, that is, they all dug my grandfather’s grave! Outside the circle of people, I saw my uncle kneeling in front of my grandfather’s tombstone, his head drooping and motionless.

Pale moonlight sprinkled on these people, I can not see piety from them, only see a feeling, atonement! I can assure you that if the second uncle and Mr. Chen were not around me, I would be scared to death by the strange scene in front of me.

For more than ten seconds, I knew I had stopped breathing, because of fear! “Throw yourself into the ground!”! It’s like throwing yourself into the ground! Mr. Chen trembled beside me and muttered to himself. Chapter

11 Chongqing Zhang Hazi My second uncle is a policeman, which he did not forget until this time. Just when Mr. Chen and I were too scared to breathe, it was my second uncle who shouted in a low voice: “Save people!”! I didn’t know how to save people, so I had to look at Mr. Chen. Mr.

Chen seemed to be awakened by my second uncle’s words. He hurriedly turned them over. After hearing Mr. Chen’s words, the three of us rushed in and turned all the bodies of these people over, regardless of the corpses of the animals.

Fortunately, they are still breathing.

It makes me feel a little better.

If these people die because of this, whether it is because of my grandfather or because of the underground one, in the final analysis, it will be on the head of our Luo family. There was already an old Mason

before, and now I’m very afraid that someone else will die because of it.

But although these people are still breathing, but no matter how we beat, they did not wake up. My second uncle

and I pulled my uncle up from the ground and let him sit aside.

Looking at these twenty-nine people, my second uncle and I were at a loss. The second uncle and

I came to Mr. Chen. The second uncle asked, “What should I do now, old classmate?”?

I saw Mr. Chen frowning and took out the copper coins from his bosom, but after thinking about it, he put them back and said to us, “I’ll try.”. After

saying this, Mr. Chen grunted a few times, as if he was clearing his throat.

I think Mr. Chen should start reciting incantations, just like what is shown on TV, such as Taishang Laojun, listening to my orders, and so on.

I also pricked up my ears, ready to write down all the incantations that Mr. Chen would recite next, so that if I encountered similar problems in the future, I would not be so helpless.

However, I was stunned by Mr. Chen’s next performance. After

clearing his throat, instead of chanting incantations or chanting Buddhist sutras, he threw back his neck and uttered a long cry, “Gago Gou Gou..” It’s like a rooster crowing! And it’s really like learning! The second uncle and I looked at each other and thought, is that all right?

But Mr. Chen did not stop after a long cry, but continued to crow one after another, one after another, as if he was addicted to crowing. After

a few sounds, Mr. Chen stopped and listened to the movement in the direction of the village. After

waiting for dozens of seconds, Mr. Chen once again imitated the rooster’s crowing, and this time the sound was even louder than before.

This is particularly clear to the quiet countryside.

Three times later, Mr. Chen stopped again and listened.

I also imitated his appearance and pricked up my ears to listen to the movement in the village.

“Ga Gou Gou..” A faint voice came from the other side of the village, followed by a second, a third, a fourth. Then the roosters in the whole village began to crow, and the sound came from the village one after another, one after another.

To be honest, after living in the village for so many years, this is the first time I have heard such a fierce rooster crowing.

Maybe it was because I used to sleep late that I missed such a heroic scene.

A minute later, I saw the people lying in the graveyard begin to move.

Their eyes were closed tightly, but their bodies stood up and walked towards the village as if they were sleepwalking.

My uncle is the same, but he went to the house of Chen Masons in the village. Mr.

Chen said that they had nothing to do for the time being, and when the day broke, they could not remember what had happened tonight. The three of

us followed my uncle at a distance for fear of waking him up.

At this time, I have to praise Mr. Chen. Sir, you are really awesome. I admire you very much.

I’m telling the truth.

Since Mr. Chen came to our village, Grandpa no longer crawled out of the grave, and my father, who was missing, was found and safe.

Now he has saved the lives of these twenty-nine people without any effort, and I admire him from the bottom of my heart.

But Mr. Chen waved his hand and said, “Don’t be happy too early. I said that they just had nothing to do for the time being.”.

If I am not mistaken, they will surely come here again tonight. My second uncle

and I almost exclaimed with one voice, “Ha will come again!”? Mr.

Chen nodded with a dignified expression and said that if it was so easy to crack, he would not have shouted “Five bodies to the ground”.

In my impression, the five-body throwing is two hands, two knees and head landing together.

It is one of the most respectful rituals in ancient Indian Buddhism.

It is a metaphor for admiration to the extreme.

This word is derived from the Buddhist Sutra of Pipa Corpse, which is a commendatory term.

But I know that what Mr. Chen said is certainly not what I understand.

So I asked Mr. Chen, did you ever shout? Mr.

Chen said that in ancient times, it was the emperor who could enjoy the treatment. The same is true

in our circle. Some people who have become a climate will ask others to throw themselves into it.

Every night, these guys, who have become the climate, will call those people over and make them lie (crawl) on the edge of their graves.

Then it can slowly nibble away their three souls and seven souls. After forty-nine days, all the souls of these people will be eaten by it. At that time, these people will be dead, and the immortals can’t save them.

Sure enough, as soon as Mr. Chen finished speaking, my face changed.

If that’s the case, won’t my uncle live for forty-nine days?

I hastened to ask Mr. Chen, what should I do to crack it? Can you come here

every night to learn rooster crowing? Mr.

Chen shook his head and said, “If you can cheat once, can you cheat 49 times?”? Say

again, I learn rooster to crow today, originally is a temporary solution, the most is to let them go home early.

I don’t give up. I just lost a family member. I don’t want to lose another family member.

So I asked Mr. Chen, what if I tie these people to bed at night and don’t let them go out? Mr.

Chen said that he would die faster. You

could have lived for forty-nine days, but you died on the same day.

I looked at the back of my uncle who was walking slowly in front of me, and I was burning with anxiety.

But there is no way. In

the past, in school, even if it was a difficult problem, there would always be a solution, and then get the right answer.

But I suddenly found that what I had learned was of no use to my uncle. It was

also at that moment that I realized that human beings were really too small in the face of life and death. There are so many unknowns and risks in

this world that it seems that wanting to live well has become an extravagant hope.

I don’t know if my grandfather ever thought of these consequences before he turned himself into a Promethean, and if not, if he knew about my uncle now, would he regret it?

If he had thought of the consequences, then why did he insist on refining the Promethean?

And why do you want to rob the fortune of the underground?

I remember the kind old man who fanned me all night in summer. I used to think I knew you very well, but why did I find out that there were so many secrets hidden in you when you were buried?

If this is the problem you give me, then do you also leave me the solution and answer to these problems? Seeing my depressed appearance,

my second uncle patted me on the shoulder and comforted me by saying, “You little fellow, don’t worry too much. You will find a way in more than forty days.”. There must be a road before the

car reaches the mountain.

Besides, even if there is no way, it is your uncle’s life, and it is useless for you to worry about it.

I nodded and did not speak. Mr.

Chen also turned around and said to me, “Little doll, I have never met these things, and cracking these things is not what our children are good at, so I don’t know how to crack them.”.

But it doesn’t mean that there is no way to crack it. I know there is a guy who is very good at dealing with these things, but he is not easy to hire.

I said, no matter how hard it is, please.

The second uncle also nodded in agreement and said that if he really couldn’t move, he would tie him up.

Don’t forget, I’m a man with a gun.

I asked who the man was, and Mr. Chen said, Chongqing Zhang Ha Zi (Ha Zi, meaning blind)! Chapter 12 Zhang Hazi, Elephant Trunk Ridge?

Or Chongqing?

My university is in Chongqing, and I am not too familiar with Chongqing, but I am definitely not a stranger.

So I said to Mr. Chen, “Sir, you tell me the address of this Zhang Ha Zi, and I’ll go and ask him.”.

But Mr. Chen waved his hand and said, “Don’t worry, send Mr. Chen up the hill first.”.

How to say, the death of Chen Masons is also related to your family, and he has no descendants, so you have to do the funeral. Mr.

Chen is right, although the second uncle said that the cause of Chen’s death was a heart attack, but in fact, we all know that Chen died suddenly because he went to Grandpa’s grave and provoked something unclean. Mr.

Chen also said before that Masons Chen had been repairing old houses for people over the years, and had not repaired Yang houses for a long time. Yin Qi had already accumulated to a certain extent, and my grandfather’s grave was the last straw to crush Masons Chen.

I remember Mr. Chen said before that in this world, people pay attention to the combination of Yin and Yang.

So those of them who deal with Yin people like to do things that deal with Yang people and touch their popularity.

Just like Mr. Chen, he is a child craftsman who has been making Yin shoes for people for more than 30 years, but his occupation in society is the owner of a shoe store, making and selling shoes for Yang people.

It is used to counteract the Yin Qi in his body.

Chen Masons are different, now the society is developing so fast, his skills as a Mason can only be used in the village.

But how can there be so many houses to be built in the village?

So inevitably, in order to make a living, Chen Masons can only repair old houses for others.

It seems to be predestined.

I still remember that after Mr. Chen said this, he sighed deeply and said, “People, no one is easy.”. While

thinking about this, we have followed my uncle back to the yard of Chen Masons.

We also stopped talking and watched my uncle’s next action carefully.

I saw my uncle push open the gate of Chen’s yard, lift his right foot and go in. After

going in, he went directly to the chair in front of Chen Masons’mourning hall and sat down. Then he saw that his body was soft, as if he had fallen asleep.

We also went in and sat in front of the mourning hall. At this time, there was already a trace of fish belly white in the east. It seemed that it would soon be dawn. Mr.

Chen got up and went to the spirit of the Mason Chen, burned three sticks of incense, and then took down the copper coins pasted on his posthumous photo. He said that if he died, he would live in peace. This time, he would seal your eyes. Next time, he would make trouble and seal your whole body.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but the feeling that I was being watched before was gone.

Moreover, when I looked at the photo of Chen Masons, his eyes were looking ahead, not at me.

After daybreak, the Taoist priest who performed the ritual for the Mason Chen came, and the uncle woke up at this time.

When he saw that we were all here, he asked, “Why are you all here?”?

I said, we’ll take you home.

Uncle said with a smile, it’s not a three-year-old baby, can’t you find it back? With

that, the uncle walked out of the yard.

Sure enough, he couldn’t remember what happened last night.

The second uncle ran after him and walked side by side with his uncle. I don’t know what they were talking about.

I’ll stay behind and go with Mr. Chen.

To be honest, I am now full of curiosity about Mr. Chen’s circle, and I always feel that they can solve all kinds of strange things, which is a very magical thing in itself.

I asked Mr. Chen, sir, why was my uncle also recruited? I wanted to ask

this question last night.

If it was only to recruit the twenty-eight strong men, then I could understand that they had dug his grave, so the underground man was unhappy and wanted to retaliate against them.

But my uncle didn’t do it. Mr.

Chen said that it was the reason before. Your grandfather stole the fortune of the underground man, and he couldn’t deal with your grandfather, so he had to ask you guys to do it.

I asked again, then why not the second uncle, not my father, not me? When Mr.

Chen heard this question, he gave me a sneer, which made me a little nervous.

Then I heard him say that your second uncle was a policeman with a special profession and professional protection. He probably didn’t dare to look for him. I don’t know why I

didn’t find your father. I guess I was lucky.

As for why I didn’t look for you, it was because you were with me yesterday.

Why don’t you try to sleep alone tonight?

See if you will sleep on your grandfather’s grave tomorrow morning. After

listening to Mr. Chen’s words, I quickly made up for the picture: In the dark night, I got out of bed, opened the door with my eyes closed and walked out of the yard. Then I walked alone on the dark path, aiming at Grandpa’s graveyard.

Walking on the road, there may be many pairs of eyes staring at me, and even some unclean things pointing at me, but I should not know anything, just walking forward. When I

got to Grandpa’s grave, I climbed up Grandpa’s grave, lay down, went back to sleep, and when I woke up the next day, I found myself lying in the grave.. I quickly hit a spirit, this picture is too beautiful, I still don’t think about it.

So he quickly praised Mr. Chen for his great ability and let him take care of me at night.

According to Mr. Chen’s plan, after he saw ten thousand rats worshipping, he was determined to leave at dawn today, but that happened again last night, and he decided to wait for Mr. Chen to go up the mountain. After

breakfast, my uncle, my second uncle and my father went to Grandpa’s graveyard with a dustpan and a hoe.

There are thousands of dead animals that need to be disposed of. Mr.

Chen told them to find a place to gather the bodies together and burn them to avoid the plague.

I, on the other hand, took Mr. Chen to the nearby mountains at his request.

I didn’t know what his purpose was, so I took him to the mountain behind our house casually.

This mountain is called “Elephant Trunk Ridge,” because the shape of the mountain resembles an elephant, and the mountain is very long, like an elephant’s trunk, so it is called “Elephant Trunk Ridge.”. After listening to my introduction to the mountain, Mr.

Chen suddenly asked me, “Have you ever seen an elephant?”?

I said I saw it on TV. Mr.

Chen asked again, is there a TV in your village?

I said no, I saw it after I went to college.

Indeed, our village is a typical poor and backward village with traffic congestion. It was only a few years ago that electricity was connected, but everyone is still used to kerosene lamps.

For people in the village who work at sunrise and rest at sunset, there is no need for such a thing as television. Mr.

Chen nodded thoughtfully and then said to me, that is to say, in fact, no one in your village has ever seen an elephant, right?

I thought about it and nodded. It should be like this. As a college student,

I didn’t see this kind of animal until I went out, let alone the villagers who hardly went out of the village? Mr.

Chen asked me again, since no one in your village has ever seen an elephant, who gave the name of this mountain? Why does

he know that the mountain looks like an elephant? I was confused by Mr.

Chen’s question.

I have never thought about this problem. Grandpa used to tell me that the mountain was called Elephant Trunk Ridge, and the people in the village also called it that, so I called it that.

But I never thought about who named the mountain.

I said, then ask the village head, he should know. Mr.

Chen nodded and did not rush to find the village head, but continued to walk up the hill.

Halfway up the mountain, Mr. Chen stopped and looked down the hill. Looking down the hill

from here, you can see the whole village.

When I was young, my grandfather liked to bring me here. He let me sit here while he went to the field to grow sweet potatoes.

My family’s land is near the hillside. After looking at it for a while, Mr.

Chen couldn’t help shaking his head and sighing with emotion. I said why Tinggong had to choose that place to be buried. So that’s it, so that’s it! I listened in a fog and asked hurriedly, “Mr. Chen, what’s going on?”? Mr.

Chen stretched out his hand and pointed in one direction and asked me, “Look, what does that mountain look like?”?

I followed his finger and saw that it was a mountain opposite us.

I looked at it and told Mr. Chen uncertainly that it looked like a lying lion? Mr.

Chen patted his thigh and said, “It’s a lion!”! Look at this mountain again. What does it look like? Like a lion

, too.

I answered.

Later, Mr. Chen pointed out several mountains to me and asked me what they looked like.

I counted that Mr. Chen pointed to nine mountains, all of which looked like lions. Mr.

Chen asked me excitedly, “Look, where are these lion heads?”?

I imagined the mountains as a line, and then extended out, I was surprised to find that these lines actually converged on a point, and that point was my grandfather’s graveyard! Chapter 13 When the lights went out, Mr. Chen was a little excited. He pointed to the mountains and said, “Do you see that all the mountain lions are facing the same direction with their skulls down? And this direction is your grandfather’s graveyard.”.

Do you know this place that has ever been called?

I shake my head, I read more than ten years of books, no one has ever taught me this, how can I know? Mr.

Chen became more and more excited. He said that in front of him were nine lions bowing their heads to worship, and this mountain was Elephant Trunk Ridge, that is, an elephant. This was the place where the nine lions worshipped the elephant! Nine lions worship the elephant! You know what?

This is the first time I have seen Mr. Chen so excited since I met him.

But I still don’t understand what the nine lions worship the elephant.

So I asked Mr. Chen, is it good for nine lions to worship elephants? Mr.

Chen said with a smile, “You little baby, you actually asked the nine lions to worship the elephant?”?

Let me tell you this, nine lions worship elephants, great wealth and great honor, as for how great wealth and great honor, can only use four words to describe, expensive! I saw Mr. Chen smiled, and I laughed too. I asked, is it so powerful? “Hey,” said Mr.

Chen, “do you know there used to be a beggar who became a monk and then an emperor?

I answered Mr. Chen casually, isn’t this Zhu Chongba and Zhu yuanzhang? Mr.

Chen said, yes, that’s him.

Do you know where his father and father are buried?

I contacted the previous conversation, and then asked in surprise, is it also the place where nine lions worship elephants? Mr.

Chen shook his head, then held out his finger, put his thumb against the end of his index finger, and said that the nine lions worshipped the elephant a little worse than that place, just a little bit. After listening to Mr. Chen’s words,

I was so shocked that I couldn’t speak. When Mr.

Chen saw my surprise, he said, “It’s a pity that there are two people buried in a grave, and neither of them can get any benefit.”. Mr.

Chen already knew what he wanted to know, so there was no need to climb any further, and he was ready to go home. Just then

, I saw a black smoke rising not far from Grandpa’s graveyard. At the bottom of the black smoke, there were three people working back and forth.

I guess that’s my dad. They’re burning dead animals. After

going down the mountain, it was still early. I continued to walk around the village with Mr. Chen. During this time, I asked a lot of questions that I had always wanted to ask before.

Some Mr. Chen knows, and some Mr. Chen doesn’t know either.

The village was not big, and when we turned back from the end of the village, we happened to meet my father and they came back.

The party went home and gathered for lunch. In the middle of the

meal, someone knocked at the door outside the yard in a hurry.

Uncle got up to open the door, and it was Wang Qingsong, the village party secretary. As soon as he

opened his mouth, he asked if Mr. Chen had arrived?

Uncle said, here, come in and talk, what’s going on?

Wang Qingsong came in hurriedly. I saw that he was already sweating profusely. But before he could wipe his sweat, he went straight to Mr. Chen and said, “Mr. Chen, come with me quickly. Something has happened.”.

My uncle said that Mr. Chen had not finished his meal yet. If you have something to say, wait for Mr. Chen to finish his meal.

But Wang Qingsong had no time to wait for Mr. Chen to finish his meal. Instead, he took Mr. Chen’s hand and walked out. As he walked, he said that something had happened to the Mason.

Hearing what Wang Qingsong said, I almost lost my chopsticks.

Hurriedly got up and went out with him.

My mother told me to finish the meal, and I said I would eat when I came back.

The uncle and the second uncle also followed. When

I caught up with Mr. Chen, I just heard Wang Qingsong say that Wang Ergou seemed to be possessed by a ghost.

As soon as I heard it, I was surprised. Is there really such a thing as a ghost?

But when I think about what happened to me before, I basically believe it. Mr.

Chen asked, what’s going on?

Wang Qingsong said that he had nothing to do when he went to Kazakhstan this morning. After the Ashram had done something, he went back first.

When Mr. Dojo came back, Wang Ergou forbade him to enter the courtyard. He said that if anyone dared to enter, he would kill him.

I said, could it be that Wang Ergou was drunk and crazy?

Wang Ergou is a drunkard in the village. This is something everyone knows. That’s why I asked such a question.

Wang Qingsong took one look at me and said that he was definitely not drunk.

Because his voice is the voice of Chen Masons! I saw Wang Qing’s tight face sweating, not knowing whether it was because of the heat or fear.

Wang Ergou will not vocal imitations, nor will he learn to speak, which is also known to all.

Then the reason why he can make the sound of Chen Masons is obvious.

My home was not far from the village, and a group of people were trotting, so it didn’t take long to get outside the yard of Chen Masons. There were already quite a few villagers

around, and they were whispering and pointing at the yard of the Mason Chen.

Seeing Mr. Chen coming, they all consciously got out of the way, saying, “Well, if Mr. Chen comes, it should be all right.”.

But there were also people who pointed at me and my uncle, saying why their family was here?

Don’t you think it’s harmful enough?

I know that since Grandpa passed away, there have been thousands of rats worshipping the grave, and they are now far away from our family.

This is still something they don’t know. If they know, I guess someone will come and fight with our family.

Before I pushed the door, I heard a song coming from the courtyard, singing Huagu Opera.

And that voice, indeed, is the voice of Chen Masons! The courtyard door was bolted from the inside and could not be opened.

I saw Mr. Chen stand on tiptoe and reach out to the fence to look in.

I also imitated his method and went to the wall to look inside.

I saw Wang Ergou standing on the edge of the coffin, holding a brick knife for building the wall in his right hand. While singing the flower drum, he took the brick knife to knock on the coffin here and there. It looked like he was repairing the coffin? The Mason

Chen got on Wang Ergou’s body and was repairing his coffin?

What kind of weird picture is this? Mr.

Chen moved his skull and looked at it a few times, then jumped down and changed his place to lie on the wall and look in.

But he moved his skull for a few more glances, and then jumped down to find a new place.

He looked as if he were looking for something in the yard.

Finally, when he climbed up the wall for the third time, he finally nodded unconsciously, and he should have found what he was looking for. When Mr.

Chen jumped down, Wang Qingsong immediately ran over and asked, “Mr. Chen, what’s going on?”? Mr.

Chen said that the oil lamp under Mr. Chen’s coffin had gone out. There was a commotion in the crowd as soon as the

words came out.

In our custom, after death, we need to put an oil lamp at the feet of the deceased immediately, even in the coffin, we need to put the lamp under the corresponding coffin at the feet of the deceased.

During the period of the Ashram, it is necessary to have a special person to take care of it, add lamp oil at any time, and be sure not to let the lamp go out. Mr.

Chen asked, who is responsible for taking care of the oil lamp?

Wang Qingsong patted his skull with chagrin and said, “It’s all my fault for this. I arranged which one is not good, but Wang Ergou, a dog and a drunkard.”. The lights were on

this morning, so I didn’t think much about it. It

must be Wang Ergou who forgot to add lamp oil. Mr.

Chen, what should I do now? Mr.

Chen thought about it and told Wang Qingsong to find someone to light the lamp! Wang Qingsong asked, which one to look for? As he

spoke, he looked around at the people around him, but as soon as the villagers came into contact with his eyes, they immediately stepped back several steps for fear of being chosen by Wang Qingsong to light the lamp.

This is not a joke, if Wang Ergou found out, do not be hacked to death by him? Say

again, Chen Mason died so inexplicable, now do not know the cause of death, no one is willing to touch this bad luck! The second uncle also saw this and asked Mr. Chen if a few people could rush in and put Wang Ergou down and then light the lamp?

The second uncle deserves to be a policeman, and his brain is quick.

But Mr. Chen rejected it at once. He said that the oil lamp could not be discovered by the Mason Chen, otherwise it would have no effect.

Let’s talk about it again. If Wang Ergou is forced to be put down, he will die first. Mr.

Chen scanned the room again and asked again, “Who would like to go?”?

There were some voices of discussion, but suddenly they became quiet, and no one was willing to stand up. The Mason

Chen died repairing the old house for the Luo family. Why didn’t he ask the people in their house to light the lamp? Suddenly a voice in the

crowd shouted. Chapter

14 Ghost Blows Out the Lamp As soon as the words were spoken, many people at the scene immediately echoed, saying everything, but the basic meaning was to let our family go.

I have known since I was a child that our Luo family is an outsider from the village. When I

was young, many children would unite to bully me, just because they were all surnamed Wang and I was surnamed Luo. The concept of

family is deeply rooted in every village, which is the result of the accumulation of Confucianism for more than two thousand years and can not be changed.

I still remember that at that time, whenever I was bullied and cried back, Grandpa would comfort me with a smile, saying that in another ten years, you would see what would happen to those who bullied you?

I didn’t understand why Grandpa said that at that time, but now when I understand it, Grandpa is gone. The

villagers echoed louder and louder, from the beginning of the proposal, this time has become a crusade.

It seems that as long as our family does not go, it is a matter of thunder.

I knew that the resentment they had accumulated for several days would finally burst out.

The second uncle couldn’t listen any more, so he offered to light the lamp.

But Mr. Chen refused. Mr.

Chen said that your professional evil spirit was too heavy to be touched.

Not only can this lamp not be lit, but in the future, as long as there are dead people, you can’t light it.

Uncle said he would go. Mr.

Chen gave his uncle a meaningful look, then shook his head and said, “You can’t go either.”.

Uncle asked him why, Mr. Chen did not say, just say, anyway, you can not point.

I took one look at my second uncle and found that he was also looking at me. He must have thought of the same thing as I did. My uncle had a spell of “throwing himself into the ground.” His soul was unstable and he could not light a lamp. Mr.

Chen also said that he could not go either. He was a shoemaker with a special status and would be found as soon as he went in.

There is no choice, and I am the only one left. Although

uncle and uncle did not agree, they thought it was too dangerous, but there was no better way, so they had to agree. Mr.

Chen gave me a box of matches, then took out a pair of female shoes from his bosom and asked me to put them on. He then told me again and again that I must not be seen by “Wang Ergou,” otherwise my life might be in danger. Although

I wanted to ask why my life was in danger, I knew that time was pressing, so I didn’t bother to ask.

I took the match, climbed up from the corner of the yard, then rode on the top of the wall, looked inside the yard, found that there was no movement, then I climbed over the top of the wall, hands on the wall, slowly sliding down. After

landing, I quickly looked back at the yard, fortunately, very smooth.

I glanced at the direction of the door and didn’t see anything, but I knew that my uncle must be looking at me through the crack of the door.

As they said before, if I had an accident, they would not care about Wang Ergou’s life and would rush in to save me.

When I think of two uncles looking after me outside, I have a lot of confidence in my heart.

I walked along the wall of the house in the direction of the hall. Before I

had taken a few steps, I had a feeling of being watched. I thought this feeling came from my uncle at the door, but it didn’t.

And this illusion almost killed me.

I soon came to the outside of the hall where the mourning hall was set up. I squatted on the ground and quietly stretched out my head to see which side of the coffin Wang Ergou was on.

Fortunately, I was lucky. At this time, “Wang Ergou” was on the other side, holding a brick knife and repairing the coffin.

So I bent over to go inside. Before the action, I accidentally took a look at the photo of Chen Masons, and found that he was looking at me with the same squint as before, and this time his eyes were to the lower left, which was where I was squatting.

Only then did I realize that the feeling of being watched after I entered the yard did not come from my uncle and uncle, but from the one in the posthumous photo.

Although I was very scared, I couldn’t care so much now. Anyway, I couldn’t speak, and I couldn’t shout to attract the attention of “Wang Ergou.” All I had to do was carefully get under the coffin and light the lamp.

I clung to one side of the coffin and walked in with my waist bent, keeping my eyes on the two legs of “Wang Ergou” on the other side of the coffin, so that I could change my position at any time according to his position. When I

finally got to the end of the coffin, “Wang Er-gou” was singing and wielding a knife at the head. I thought it was time to do it, so I took out a matchbox, took out a match, and slipped it gently on the side of the matchbox.

I didn’t dare to make too much noise because I was afraid of being found out.

But anyone who has ever used a match knows that the force is too small, the friction is not enough, and it can’t catch fire at all.

At this time, “Wang Ergou” helped me a lot. The Huagu opera he sang happened to be high-pitched, so I took advantage of his high-pitched voice and quickly struck a match.

However, the match did not know whether it was damp or not, and the red phosphorus at the head was wiped off, but the match still did not burn. I

had no choice but to change one and continue to wipe it.

However, as before, the red phosphorus is all wiped away, or not. More than a dozen matchsticks have been thrown on the

ground, but none of them have been touched.

I was already sweating profusely and felt that I could hardly breathe. When I came in, Mr. Chen did not tell me what to do if the match could not be struck! At this time, I had a feeling of being watched, which was very strong, as if someone was staring at me nearby.

I quickly looked back at Wang Ergou’s leg and saw that he was still at the other end, but had gradually moved towards me.

Although he would stop and continue to work on his coffin when he took a step, how long was the head and tail of the coffin, not seven or eight steps?

I was so worried that my hands began to shake.

But things still had to be done, so I fought back my fear, silently said Bodhisattva bless Bodhisattva bless Bodhisattva bless in my heart, and then suddenly struck a match. When the

match finally struck, I was overjoyed and hurried to light the lamp.

But as soon as the hand reached halfway, the match was blown out by a gust of wind! I’m about to scold my mother. You don’t blow early or late, but you blow at this time. Are you aiming at me?

Complaining is complaining, but the movement of my hand did not stop, I do not know if it is because of the blessing of the Bodhisattva, so this time it is a wipe on the fire.

With the last experience, I specially protected the match with both hands and approached the oil lamp slowly.

The small flame was about to touch the wick of the oil lamp, but another gust of wind blew out the match.

I was stunned at that time. My hands were protecting the left and right sides of the match. The ground below and the coffin above could block the wind. Where did the wind come from? Is it

my breath?

So I struck another match, and then immediately closed my breath and went to light the lamp again.

But the match was blown out by the wind.

My hands can not blow, the ground can not blow, is the coffin blowing? Thinking

so, I looked up unconsciously.

Then I saw a scene that almost stopped my heart beating.

Chen Masons photo stuck tightly to the bottom of the coffin, and when I looked up, he looked up at me, and we looked at each other. Out of the corner of my eye, I

saw him pouting his mouth and blowing the wind down! Matches, all blown out by him! Ghost Blows Out the Light? When did

he stick it on my head? How did

he get here? Did he come from the side of the spirit tablet and stick it here as soon as

I got under the coffin?

If so, is it true that everything I just did was actually done under his eyes?

I wanted to run, but I found that my legs were scared out of control. Just

then, “Wang Ergou” came to my squatting position. I saw his legs slowly bending. Yes, he was squatting down! And I’m sure he’ll catch me! I tried hard to control my legs, but I found it was all in vain.

“Wang Ergou” crouched down completely, holding a brick knife in his right hand and resting his left hand on the coffin.

I didn’t see his face, because at the moment he squatted down, the photo of Chen Masons had slipped over his face. In

the posthumous photo, the Mason Chen grinned and smiled so eerily.

Then I heard him say, “I’ve got you.”. Then

he raised the right hand of the brick knife and chopped me down. Chapter 15 a pair of Yin shoes brick knives are called brick knives because they cut bricks like tofu.

I believe that my head is much worse than a brick in terms of hardness.

I thought I was going to die, but just as Wang Ergou’s brick knife slanted down, my body slipped backwards unconsciously, just avoiding Wang Ergou’s knife.

“Take the baby off!” Mr. Chen’s voice sounded behind me.

I knew it was Mr. Chen who came to save me. He pulled me back just now. As he said,

I quickly took off my shoes. Strange to

say, as soon as I took off my shoes, I felt my legs and could walk and run.

So I quickly climbed out from under the coffin and hid behind Mr. Chen.

“Wang Er-gou” is standing opposite us. His face is still pasted with a posthumous photo of Chen Masons. In the posthumous photo, Chen Masons is still smiling eerily. Mr.

Chen was not in a hurry to do it. Instead, he pointed at the posthumous photo of Masons Chen and scolded him. Masons Chen are all people in the circle. You know the rules. Come out quickly. Don’t force me to do it to you. The posthumous photo of Mas

on Chen still retains his eerie smiling face, but there is a voice coming from the body of “Wang Ergou,” and this voice is Mason Chen’s voice.

He said, what can he do, what can’t I, Chen Xingwang, do?

Originally, the name of Chen Masons was Chen Xingwang. I have lived in the village for so many years, but I don’t know his name. Even on his spirit tablet, it is written as Chen Masons. It is estimated that people in the village don’t know his name.

Like our Luo family, his surname is Chen, and he is also an outsider. Looking back

now, he is actually quite pitiful.

It’s just, who is that “he” he’s talking about? What did

this “he” do that made the Mason jealous?

Before I could think about it, “Wang Ergou” was already holding a brick knife around the end of the coffin and chopping at us. Mr.

Chen gave me a push and shouted, “Run!”! Without the slightest hesitation, I ran outside barefoot.

After all, my staying is a burden to Mr. Chen. After

running some distance, I looked back and found that Mr. Chen and “Wang Ergou” were wrestling together, but the photo of “Wang Ergou” on his face was missing! I don’t know where this thing went, but I know it’s not going to be a good thing, and it’s better to get out of the yard.

But when I turned around, I almost bumped into the photo of Chen Masons hanging in the air! I hurriedly stopped rushing forward and heard Mr. Chen’s voice coming from behind. Don’t let him touch your face! Although I didn’t know what would happen after I was posted, I immediately turned around and ran in the other direction.

However, it was of no use, and it was stopped by the portrait of Chen Masons.

Finally, he was blocked back to the door of the hall.

After that, I tried several other directions, all of which failed.

At this time, Mr. Chen’s voice came again, he said, ran over and beat him with the child! The pair of Yin shoes I had taken off were on the side of the coffin in the hall. I took a look at the photo hanging in front of me, turned around and rushed in to the pair of Yin shoes. The posthumous photo of

Chen Masons seems to have been discovered and I want to stop it, but I have already got the Yin shoes, so my backhand is a draw-empty! Mr. Chen said, come and slap his skull.

I went over and gave Wang Ergou a sharp slap on the head. Wang Ergou, who was entangled with Mr. Chen, immediately closed his eyes and quieted down, as if he had fallen asleep. At

this time, Chen’s posthumous photo was pasted on Wang Ergou’s face at an unknown time.

Get a board. Mr.

Chen told me.

I went to the house of the Mason Chen to find a bed board, carried it out and put it on the floor of the hall, and then put Wang Ergou flat on it with Mr. Chen.

Then Mr. Chen put a pair of Yin shoes on the photo of Wang Ergou’s face.

I pointed to the posthumous photo of the Mason Chen and asked Mr. Chen, why didn’t you just pull it down? Mr.

Chen shook his head and said that he could not talk nonsense, but should pay attention to the number (procedure).

You go and light the lamp. Only then did

I remember that I had come with a task, but when the task was not completed, I was almost given the result by “Wang Ergou.”.

So I went back under the coffin again. This time I learned my lesson. Before I went in, I looked at the bottom of the coffin to see if there was a photo of Chen Masons. After I was sure that there was no photo, I went in. After

getting in, make sure again, and then start to strike the match and light the lamp.

This time it went quite well, and the lamp was soon lit, and then I put some oil in the lamp to prevent it from going out. After

doing all this, I saw Mr. Chen sitting on the ground smoking, frowning a little and looking thoughtful. The shoes on

Wang Ergou’s feet were taken off and he lay there barefoot.

I asked Mr. Chen what was wrong.

He took a puff on his cigarette and pointed to the pair of shoes he had taken off from Wang Ergou’s feet, saying that they were a pair of Yin children.

I didn’t understand what Mr. Chen meant and asked, “Yin shoes?”? Why does

he have pussy shoes? When I took Mr. Chen around the village in the

morning, Mr. Chen told me roughly that although Yin shoes look no different from ordinary shoes, they are actually made in a very different way from ordinary shoes.

First of all, in terms of materials, all fabrics need special processing before they can be used, and this special processing method is only known by their shoemakers. Mr. Chen did not reveal too much to me.

Secondly, the biggest difference is that all Yin shoes must be made at night, and Yin shoes can not see the light before they are finished.

This requires shoemakers to practice makes perfect and have the ability to make a pair of shoes with their eyes closed. Less

skilled, can be done in the moonlight.

Anyhow, common person won’t make female shoe for certain.

That’s why I ask why Wang Ergou has Yin shoes. Mr.

Chen shook his head to show that he didn’t know either.

At this time, the first uncle, the second uncle and the village head went into the yard.

Uncle asked me if I had anything to do?

I said everything is fine.

And the village party secretary asked Mr. Chen, has the matter been settled? Mr.

Chen still shook his head and said, “Ha, it’s in his body, and you can’t do it until night.”.

Wang Qingsong asked again, why do you have to wait until the evening, die early and be born early.

He was really afraid. One of the old masons had died, and he didn’t want anyone else to die in the village. Mr.

Chen glared at Wang Ching-sung, apparently abhorrent to his phrase “die early and be born early.”.

Wang Qingsong was stared at by Mr. Chen and stopped talking.

However, Mr. Chen still answered Wang Qingsong’s question, saying that if he started now, the Mason Chen would disappear completely.

After all, they are all people in the circle, so it’s good to give him one more chance.

Wang Qingsong certainly did not understand why Chen Masons was given one more chance.

But I know, because he did it last night. Mr. Chen sealed his eyes and warned him that if he did it again, he would be completely sealed.

Wang Qingsong saw that Mr. Chen’s attitude was so firm, and there was nothing he could do. After all, he did not have Mr. Chen’s ability. This matter still had to be solved by Mr. Chen. Mr.

Chen then ordered Wang Qingsong to find a special person to take care of Wang Ergou, and repeatedly told him not to take down the pair of children on the posthumous photo.

Wang Qingsong promised and said that he would come here to take care of him personally.

In fact, if he does not come, there are no other people surnamed Wang willing to come here, as can be seen from what happened before. After explaining these things, Mr.

Chen patted me on the shoulder and said to me, “Little doll, go back to sleep. I haven’t slept for a day, and my eyes are fighting.”. When

I got home, I saw that the table in the yard was still there, and there was a fly cover on the table. When

my mother saw us coming back, she took off the fly cover and invited us to dinner. The bowls and chopsticks on the

table were still there, just like before we went out.

My mother is a real rural woman. She can’t say anything touching, but she never makes me hungry.

After dinner, Mr. Chen yawned and said he was going to take a nap. Then he looked at me and went into the room.

I knew Mr. Chen was asking me to come in. He must have something to say to me alone.

Sure enough, after entering the room, Mr. Chen took out the pair of Wang Ergou’s Yin shoes from his bosom and asked me, “Do you know who is a child craftsman in the village?”? Chapter

16 Oil Lamp I recalled carefully, in my impression, it seems that no one can make shoes, at least not in my father’s generation, not in my generation, as for my grandfather’s generation-yes, my grandfather can! I told Mr. Chen that my grandfather seemed to be able to make shoes, and I saw him tie straw sandals when I was a child. Mr.

Chen nodded and then said, “Maybe I didn’t ask clearly. I mean, is it possible to live to a child now?”?

I thought about it, shook my head and said that it should be gone. Why don’t you ask my dad? Mr.

Chen waved his hand and said, “Forget it, even if there is, it is estimated that it can not be found.”.

I know what Mr. Chen means. For so many years, I haven’t heard of anyone in our village who can make Yin shoes. It must be that he wants to hide his identity deliberately.

That being the case, it is even more difficult to find him.

It’s like you can never wake up a person who pretends to be asleep, and you can never find a person who deliberately hides from you. Mr.

Chen went to bed and beckoned me to go to sleep for a while. The matter of Mr. Chen’s Mason could not be done until it was dark. I’m

really sleepy, and I haven’t had a good sleep for several days.

But when he went to bed, he couldn’t sleep for a while. All I could

think about was what had happened during this time, especially when “Wang Ergou” was about to cut me with a brick knife. I really thought I would explain it there.

If Mr. Chen had come a little later, I would have been in a coffin now.

So I still have a lingering fear until now. After

turning over, Mr. Chen suddenly asked me, “Little doll, do you have something on your mind?”?

I first apologized to Mr. Chen for disturbing his rest, and then thanked him for rescuing me from Wang Ergou’s knife.

Finally, I told him what was on my mind.

I said, Chen was such an honest and dutiful man before his death. Why did he make so many troubles after his death? Mr.

Chen listened to my words, silent for a long time, and then sighed heavily: “Alas.” It’s all fate.

Life?

I’m a little confused. Mr.

Chen said that this is the life of our craftsmen.

No matter which one, you can’t hide.

I asked, how to talk about this? Lying flat on the bed, Mr.

Chen opened his eyes and looked at the roof. He sighed and said, “We craftsmen often deal with Yin people, and we are more or less contaminated with Yin Qi. Once or twice, it may be very rare, but over time, there are a lot of Yin Qi.”.

The person did not die to still have the nerve, once died, Yin Qi bites back, hey hey ~ which hides to drop to take off? Say it

again, plus.. At this point, Mr. Chen took one look at me and suddenly changed his tune and said, “What are you talking about with a little baby? Really, sleep.”.

After that, Mr. Chen turned his back to me and stopped talking to me.

I thought my question might have touched the bottom line of their circle, so Mr. Chen didn’t tell me.

I can’t continue to ask questions.

But at least I know that Chen’s character has changed greatly, which is related to the fact that he has built too many old houses before.

He is not really bad. On the contrary, he is a good man.

However, the present Chen Masons may no longer be the Uncle Chen I knew before. After all,

I couldn’t hold back and asked in a low voice, “Mr. Chen, Uncle Chen is a good man. Would you like to help him?”? Mr.

Chen snorted coldly and said without looking back that if Lao Tzu didn’t help him, he would just pull down his portrait and be done with it. He didn’t need to sleep to raise his spirits, so that he could have the physical strength to do things at night.

If your little baby talks again, I will seal your mouth with copper coins.

I had seen Mr. Chen seal the Mason’s eyes with copper coins, and I knew he had this ability, so I immediately shut up, as if I was not at ease, so I turned over and turned my back to Mr. Chen, and then I went to sleep with peace of mind.

I don’t know if it was because Mr. Chen was lying beside me, so I slept very well. It was not until it was dark that my mother came into the room and asked me to eat.

I looked at the bed, did not see the figure of Mr. Chen, I asked my mother, Mr. Chen?

My mother said that Mr. Chen and your second uncle had gone to the bricklayer’s house.

I jumped out of bed, put on my shoes, and was about to run out, but my mother grabbed me.

My mother pointed to a bowl of food on the bedside and said, “Eat first, and then go after dinner.”.

I was afraid of missing out on how Mr. Chen dealt with “Wang Ergou,” so I picked up the bowl and ran out, turning around and telling my mother that I was eating as I walked.

So I picked up my rice bowl and walked quickly to the old Mason’s house.

Walk a few steps without forgetting the food in the bowl.

By the time I got to the gate of Mason Chen’s yard, the meal had been finished. After

entering the yard, I found a place to put down the bowls and chopsticks, and then went to the yard. A bonfire had been lit in the middle of the

courtyard. The fire was so bright that the whole courtyard was illuminated. The walls around the courtyard reflected the long, long figures of people pulled by the flickering fire.

At night, the scene in front of me gave me the illusion that I had returned to the primitive society and people were dancing around the bonfire.

Bypassing the bonfire, I saw “Wang Ergou” lying on the bed board being carried out by the second uncle and Wang Qingsong. Although there were some young people

around who came to help, none of them were willing to go up and give me a hand. I think the scene at noon when “Wang Er-gou” attacked me with a brick knife scared many people. After the

second uncle and Wang Ching-sung carried “Wang Ergou” out of the mourning hall, they put the bed board on the two benches that had been prepared before, so that the bed board was overhead and not next to the ground below.

It looks like a coffin. Mr.

Chen saw me coming and waved to me.

When I walked over, I heard him say that I was going to ask someone to call you, but I didn’t think it was the right time for you to come.

Go to the hall and take out the lamp under the coffin and put it at his feet.

Remember, go in from the left side of the coffin, take the lamp with your left hand, then walk around the coffin half a circle, come out from the right side of the coffin, come out and walk around the bed board, put the lamp in the same position with your right hand, do you understand?

I gave a hum to show that I understood, and then turned around and went to the hall to get the lamp. According to Mr. Chen’s request,

I went in from the left and squatted down to take the lamp with my left hand. The moment I

got the lamp, I felt like a person on my body, and I almost couldn’t stand up straight.

I wanted to look back, but I heard Mr. Chen’s roar outside: “Don’t look back, go ahead!”! I managed to stand up and bent forward step by step.

In my heart, I have a lot of opinions about Mr. Chen-no wonder you don’t come to take the lamp yourself, it’s not just to take the lamp, but also to be pressed by things! It was originally a very simple thing, but because I didn’t know what was on my back, it became very difficult to walk.

Then Mr. Chen’s voice roared again: “Don’t stop, go!”! Your uncle, you can try it if you have the ability! Although he was not happy, he quickened his pace a little according to Mr. Chen’s request. After walking

around “Wang Ergou” and putting the lamp at his feet, I was so relieved that I sat down on the ground, already sweating and panting. Mr.

Chen came over and patted me on the shoulder and said, “Not bad, little doll.”.

I said grumpily, “Mr. Chen, can we discuss something?”?

Next time I do this kind of thing, can you make it clear in advance so that I can have a psychological preparation.

I don’t know what Mr. Chen said, “You are not a big man, but you have a long way to go.”! After that, he ignored me and went over to stand at the end of Wang Ergou’s bed.

Wang Qingsong put the prepared copper washbasin in front of Mr. Chen as if he had rehearsed it in advance. There were some paper money in the washbasin (not the kind of paper money seen in the market now, but the kind of paper money that used to be printed with a hammer).

Then Mr. Chen took out a piece of yellow paper (symbol) from his pocket, rolled it into a roll with his left and right index fingers and middle fingers, and then clamped it with his right index finger and middle finger. He kept whispering something in his mouth and could not hear it clearly.

Only heard his last word: “Yes!”! At the same time, he threw the paper he was holding into the copper washbasin, and with a “bang,” a yellow flame burst into the washbasin. As the

flames flared, I could clearly see the legs of “Wang Ergou” bouncing up. Chapter

17 I thought I was dazzled at first, but when I rubbed my eyes, I found that his legs were really bouncing up and down. I

didn’t see it alone. The young people who were called by Wang Qingsong to help also saw it. So they ran together as if they had made an appointment. As they ran, they shouted, “Get up the corpse, get up the corpse.”.

Only Mr. Chen, the second uncle, the village party secretary Wang Ching-sung, and I were left, as well as a “Wang Ergou” who did not know whether he was a human being or not.

At this time, Mr. Chen spoke, “Little doll, go to the hall and bring the brick knife of the Mason Chen.”.

I quickly stood up and trotted in to look for the brick knife.

I saw the brick knife on the lid of Chen’s coffin. Mr. Chen pasted a symbol on the brick knife. Something was written on the symbol. I didn’t know it at all. After

I came out with a brick knife, Mr. Chen asked me to throw it directly into the copper washbasin, and I did it without saying a word.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the brick knife was thrown in, the body of “Wang Ergou” began to beat violently.

At first, he just kept bending his knees and hitting the bed board with his legs, making a rhythmless “crackling” sound.

Then his arms began to move, beating the bed board with his palms, and the rhythm became more chaotic.

After that, his torso became manic, as if it were twitching, and the whole bed board began to shake.

But I could see very clearly that no matter how “Wang Ergou” shook his body, his head never moved, and the posthumous photo of Chen Masons on his face did not move either, so that the pair of Yin shoes on the posthumous photo did not move at all. At first

I thought it was because Wang Ergou couldn’t move his head, but later I found out that it wasn’t the case.

He tried to lift his head, but every time he lifted it a few inches from the bed board, it was pressed down hard.

I thought of the Yin shoes, and it was as if the shoes had great power to press his head tightly on the bed board.

When Wang Qingsong saw this scene, he was a little anxious. He went to Mr. Chen and asked him, “Mr. Chen, what should I do now?”? Mr.

Chen looked at Wang Er-gou, who was struggling fiercely, and seemed to be somewhat indifferent. He even sat down in front of the mourning hall and smoked a dry cigarette.

This seems to be different from the exorcism in my impression.

In the past, when watching TV, if you were possessed by a ghost, wouldn’t the Taoist priest always look like facing a formidable enemy?

Moreover, in order to exorcise ghosts, shouldn’t we set up a Dharma altar, and then take a peach wood sword, and after talking for a long time, sprinkle a handful of rice on each of the two big candles on the altar, and then take the amulet and stick it on the person who has been hit, and shout loudly, “Oh, why don’t you leave quickly?”? Look at Mr. Chen

again. There is no altar, no Taoist priest’s robe, no Taoist priest’s scarf, and no peach wood sword. Isn’t this a bit too shabby?

Especially when he’s sitting on the ground smoking, isn’t it too leisurely? Mr.

Chen waved to me, so I went over and sat down beside him. While puffing, Mr.

Chen said to me, “Wait a minute, I will pull the soul of the Mason Chen out of the body of Wang Ergou. Look at my greeting.”. As soon as

I greet you, you take the oil lamp and go to the hall. This time, don’t go around in circles. Go straight in and put the lamp under the coffin.

I immediately asked Mr. Chen if he was going to be pressed as he had just been? Mr.

Chen said, that’s not true.

But-it’s a little older than before (meaning a little more uncomfortable).

Seriously, if there was a brick on the ground, I would swing it and slap Mr. Chen in the face.

The main reason is that his face is light when he speaks, which makes me feel uncomfortable when I see it.

But I put up with it because I had more questions to ask him.

I asked, Mr. Chen, why is this so different from the one on TV? Mr.

Chen took a puff of smoke and squinted at me, as if he were contemptuous.

He said, how many of the things on TV are true?

It’s all about looking good and lying.

To put it bluntly, they are all frills, really useful things, and nothing at all.

I asked again, Mr. Chen, what are we doing now? Mr.

Chen looked at me and said, “You little doll seems to be interested in these things.”?

Why don’t I take you as an apprentice?

To be honest, after these days, I am really a little interested in Mr. Chen’s proposal.

But before I could speak, Mr. Chen said that he wanted to worship me as a teacher, and he didn’t even think about it.

I have no intention of passing on this skill.

I don’t know if I’m a little disappointed. When Mr.

Chen saw me like this, he took the initiative to tell me that what we are doing now is to shout “lead the soul across the river.” Did you see the bench in front of us? There is a basin under the

bench, which is equivalent to a big river, and the bench is a bridge.

After I pull out the soul of the old Mason, you will walk over the bench with the lamp, and he will follow you.

Once he walks past, even if he wants to turn back, it will be difficult.

Why?

Because Yin people are naturally afraid of rivers and dare not cross them.

So you have to take him across the river first, and after crossing the river, it’s hard for him to turn back.

I asked again, isn’t it simple?

Why is it more popular than before? Mr.

Chen said, you will know when you get on the bridge.

I said, why don’t you go by yourself?

You are so powerful that you are not afraid at all. Mr.

Chen sighed and said, “Alas, I’m afraid someone will make trouble.”.

I instantly understood what Mr. Chen meant. In our village, there was a hidden shoemaker.

Wang Ergou’s previous pair of Yin shoes was made by him, and he also let Wang Ergou wear them to the wake.

I remember Mr. Chen told me that if a person wearing Yin shoes had two fires on his shoulders, it would be strange if he was not possessed. Mr.

Chen smoked a few more puffs, finished the remaining puffs, chirped a few times, and asked me if I had a good rest?

I was stupefied for a moment. I always thought that Mr. Chen did not start for a long time in order to smoke. It turned out that he was deliberately delaying time so that I could rest.

I nodded to show that I had a good rest. Mr.

Chen said, let’s start.

I stood aside, looking at Mr. Chen and waiting for his greeting.

Wang Qingsong has been guarding the brazier, adding paper money to it, and did not let the fire go out. Mr.

Chen stood behind the copper washbasin and took out two copper coins from his bosom. The copper coins had a red line in their eyes, and the other end of the red line was held by Mr. Chen.

Then Mr. Chen, holding a copper coin in one hand, muttered a few words, stamped his foot, and threw the coin at “Wang Ergou.”.

Wang Ergou’s body was still shaking, but the two copper coins, as if they had eyes, were accurately attached to the soles of his feet. A

strange thing happened. “Wang Ergou,” who had already put his feet into the air, immediately put his feet flat, and his whole body was not shaking. Holding the red line, Mr.

Chen shouted, “Come out!”! As he spoke, Mr. Chen took half a step back, moved his whole body back, and pulled the red line back with both hands at the same time.

Then I saw the posthumous photo of Mason Chen and the pair of Yin shoes on top of him, sliding all the way down from Wang Ergou’s face, passing through his chest, stomach, thighs, legs, and toes, and then flying over the brazier and falling to the ground with a “bang.”. Mr.

Chen shouted, “Little doll, carry the lamp!”! I immediately ran over to pick up the oil lamp and stood in front of the photo of Chen Masons, facing the mourning hall and the bench, ready to cross the river.

At this time, I heard Mr. Chen singing, light a lamp, illuminate a road, wear a pair of children, cross a river, the road ahead is long, don’t turn back, go! With the last word, I stepped forward.

I couldn’t see the back, but I could hear footsteps behind me. If

I take a step, I will follow.

Through the shadow of the moon, I saw out of the corner of my eye that the photo of Chen Masons was suspended behind my head, and that pair of Yin shoes was following me step by step.

A few steps further, I came to the front of the Long Bridge. I took a deep breath and stepped on it.

Almost for a moment, I found that the sky around me was completely dark, there was no moon, no bonfire, only the oil lamp in my hand, emitting a faint dark green light.

Through the oil lamp, I saw a man standing opposite the Long Bridge! He came to me, dressed in a blue embroidered shroud, with his mouth wide open. Chapter

18 Shit Luck “Buzz!” I feel my mind is blank for a moment. Isn’t this my grandfather?

Why did he show up again?

Did he climb out of the grave again?

Or am I in danger now, and he crawled out to protect me?

However, looking at his appearance, I felt that he opened his mouth wide in order to eat my head! I took a careful step forward, and my grandfather took a step forward.

I take two steps, he takes two steps.

The bench was only a little long, and Grandpa and I were already face to face-no, I was facing his open mouth! If I take one more step, I’ll put my head in his mouth! To go or not to go, I hesitated. In

my mind, every summer night, Grandpa and I lie in bed, Grandpa holding a cattail leaf fan in his hand to repel mosquitoes for me, but the fan, the cattail leaf fan in Grandpa’s hand disappeared, his clothes turned into a blue shroud, the corners of his mouth, which had been laughing, began to open slowly, so big that his chin had been against his chest. The whole head has been deformed.

I seem to see that night again, Grandpa climbed out of the grave, just showing his head, standing in the grave and smiling at me.

Then I saw him stretch out his hand and dig up the earth beside him, gradually revealing his chest.

Then he put his hands on the grave, got out of the grave, and walked slowly towards me until he reached the bench now.

I was afraid to retreat, but Mr. Chen’s words rang in my ears, can not retreat! If you return it, it’s all for nothing.

But do not retreat, do you put your head into Grandpa’s mouth?

While I was hesitating, the flame of the oil lamp began to become smaller, as if it was about to go out.

What to do?

What to do?

What to do?

Suddenly, Mr. Chen’s voice came over. He said, “Hurry up. If the oil lamp goes out, don’t take Mr. Chen across the river. You may not be able to come back.”. What does Mr.

Chen mean?

Is it all an illusion?

If the lights go out, I’ll be lost here forever?

But what if Mr. Chen’s words are also my hallucinations? Should

I move forward or not?

Watching the flame of the oil lamp gradually smaller, I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, lowered my head, and stepped forward! Suddenly, my feet were empty, and I opened my eyes in a hurry and saw that I had already passed the bench! I adjusted it immediately, so I didn’t fall down.

The surroundings were restored to their original state, the moon in the sky, the bonfire behind them, and Mr. Chen and my second uncle standing on both sides.

This time I was relieved and went on.

After that, things went smoothly, there was no pressure, and there was no dark scene around.

When I put down the lamp and turned around, I saw the pair of Yin shoes quietly side by side in front of me.

Thinking that I had just followed a pair of shoes that I could walk with, I felt a chill in my back and quickly walked around it.

Out of the mourning hall, I saw that Mr. Chen’s face was very ugly, and there was a trace of blood on the corners of his mouth! Just as I was about to walk over, Mr. Chen waved his hand to me and pointed to the pair of Yin shoes in the hall and said, “You put those children on the coffin.”.

So I went in again and did as Mr. Chen told me.

When I put my shoes on, I obviously heard a “thump” coming from the coffin. I was so frightened that I quickly turned around and ran out to tell Mr. Chen about it. Mr.

Chen looked at me again with a very contemptuous look. Instead of speaking, he sat down on the ground and filled the tobacco pole with tobacco by himself.

I saw his hands trembling, as if they were out of force.

I asked, Mr. Chen, are you all right? Mr.

Chen shook his head and did not respond to me. Instead, he shouted to the second uncle, “You two lift that guy down, find a chair for him to sit on, and let his two feet step on the ground.”.

My second uncle and Wang Qingsong did what Mr. Chen said. Mr. Chen gave me three copper coins and told me to put one on the top of the skull and one on each side of the instep.

I quickly got things done and sat back next to Mr. Chen. Mr.

Chen took the initiative to tell me that putting his feet on the ground was a way to get down to earth and shout “fall to the ground and take root.” Three copper coins were to lock his soul. I used both methods. Whether he could wake up or not depended on his own life.

I am surprised, this is also life-threatening?

Unexpectedly, Mr. Chen snorted coldly and said that he had come to the Yin boy’s wake before, and that he had been occupied by the Chen Mason for so long, and that Yin Qi had entered his body. Do you think his life was in danger? He couldn’t be forced down

before, because he was afraid that the Mason Chen would break the pot and break it. If the Mason Chen didn’t catch him, he would die.

After that, Mr. Chen coughed and coughed, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

I quickly asked, Mr. Chen, what’s going on? Mr.

Chen waved his hand and said with a sigh that he was not as good as others and that there was nothing to say.

I remembered that at noon, Mr. Chen had asked me if there was another shoemaker in the village, and I thought it should be that man who was making trouble in secret.

Later, I asked the second uncle, who said that I stood on the bench for more than half an hour that day, motionless, and he was almost frightened.

But I thought it was only a while, but I didn’t think it would be gone in half an hour.

So, if the lights had gone out, I would probably have been trapped in that fantasy and couldn’t get out. My scalp tingles at the

thought of it.

Looking at the moon overhead, I have to sigh that it’s good to be alive.

After that, I accompanied Mr. Chen to go back first. Mr. Chen gave the second uncle and Wang Qingsong to watch. When I

got to the door, Mr. Chen asked me to take my bowls and chopsticks. If

he hadn’t reminded me, I would have forgotten that I had brought the bowls and chopsticks. Mr.

Chen said that his own bowls and chopsticks must not be given to another room casually. This is the way to send clothes, which is not acceptable.

Although I don’t know what Mr. Chen means by this, I think it may be the same as what we now mean when we say that sending bowls and chopsticks means sending “tableware (tragedy).”.

I told Mr. Chen what I thought, but Mr. Chen laughed and scolded, “How can you know the tradition of the older generation now? If you really wait until the day you want to use it, I’ll see what you can do!”! I saw that Mr. Chen’s spirit was not bad, and he could still laugh, so I accompanied him to say with a smile, “This is not Mr. Chen, you can protect him, and all ghosts are invulnerable!”! Mr. Chen glared at me and said, “Don’t talk nonsense at night.”. After

returning to the house, Mr. Chen lay on the bed, a sick look, where there is the spirit of the time just on the road.

I was a little flustered and asked Mr. Chen, what’s wrong with you? Mr.

Chen made a silent gesture to me, and then whispered to me that I had just arrived on the road to pretend to show the man.

He’s more skilled than me, and you almost got stuck in it.

If I don’t pretend, he might make trouble.

I know that Mr. Chen is bluffing and pretending to others.

So I quickly thanked Mr. Chen for saving my life. If he hadn’t hung the oil lamp, maybe I would still be in that dark fantasy.

But Mr. Chen waved his hand and said, “Don’t thank me. I really didn’t help you in this matter. With my ability, the lamp would have gone out long ago.”.

But I don’t know why, the oil lamp didn’t go out for half an hour, and it almost killed me.

But that person should also feel bad, half an hour, hey, not everyone can afford to drop! I asked Mr. Chen, is there anyone else helping us? Mr.

Chen shook his head and said grumpily, “I don’t know if anyone is helping us. Ha, you little baby are lucky.”.

Anyway, the muddy water in your village is getting ***ing deeper and deeper. If I had known it earlier, I wouldn’t have come. This is the first time

I’ve heard Mr. Chen use foul language, but think about it. Now even I feel that the village where I’ve lived for more than ten years reveals an unusual flavor.

But why did the peaceful and tranquil village suddenly become like this?

It seems that all of this began on the day Grandpa died.

Just as I was thinking about it, the door suddenly creaked open. I was so frightened that I sat up quickly. It was really a nerve reflex. I thought Grandpa had come back.

When I saw it clearly, I breathed a sigh of relief. It was my uncle.

But his eyes were closed! He walked in slowly, without saying a word, grabbed my arm and turned to go out. Chapter

19 a hunchbacked man I didn’t even have time to put on my shoes when I was pulled out of the house by my uncle. I turned around and called Mr. Chen, but he didn’t agree. He

was still lying with his back to me, as if he had fallen asleep.

This makes me very strange, usually there is any sign of trouble, Mr. Chen will wake up immediately, why today he will sleep so peacefully? Is

it because the injury was too serious before?

If that’s the case, what should I do?

I tried to break away from my uncle’s hand, but I found that I didn’t have the strength of my uncle’s hand at all. After all,

he works in the fields all the year round, and I, at most, write and draw in books with a pen, which is not the same magnitude at all.

I thought about waking my uncle up, but I’ve heard for a long time that sleepwalkers can’t wake up directly, otherwise there will be problems.

Besides, uncle is not the general sleepwalking, more can not call directly.

So I shouted to my parents in the next room, trying to wake them up, but there was still no response.

Can it be said that they are all sleeping very hard today?

I don’t believe this is a coincidence, there must be something wrong! But what’s the problem? I can’t figure it out for a while. After

the uncle pulled me out of the yard, he hardly knew the direction and walked forward.

I tried several more times, but I couldn’t break free from my uncle’s hands, which were like a pair of handcuffs, and I was firmly handcuffed. After

walking for a while, I recognized that this was the way to Grandpa’s graveyard, and my heart suddenly missed a beat.

Because I thought, since my uncle could pull me out of the house, did the other twenty-eight people like my uncle do the same thing?

If this is really the case, then this matter can not be concealed in any case.

At that time, our Luo family will certainly become the object of universal condemnation, and what’s more, the villagers will probably come to dig Grandpa’s grave! As soon as I thought of this, I broke out in a cold sweat, because Mr. Chen said that whoever dug Grandpa’s grave now would die! But even if Mr. Chen said such a thing, would anyone believe it?

After all, the previous twenty-eight people were all asked by Mr. Chen to stay and dig graves with copper coins in their mouths. That is to say, it was Mr. Chen who indirectly harmed them. Who else would believe him?

Fortunately, my worries were unnecessary. When I arrived at Grandpa’s graveyard, I only saw a few of the twenty-eight people, not their families.

It seems that the people of Big Euphrates come here only one example.

But why did uncle drag me here?

Uncle pulled me to Grandpa’s grave and knelt down with a splash. He grabbed my hand and pulled it down a few times. I knew he wanted me to kneel down and kowtow to Grandpa.

After all, I am my grandfather, and I will kowtow. There is nothing to hesitate about.

So I knelt down and kowtowed three times to Grandpa respectfully.

After kowtowing, my uncle kept holding my hand and let it go.

Then he returned to the position in which we had seen him last night, kneeling with his head down, motionless, as if he had fallen asleep.

And I stood up and looked in the direction of the village, and people came one after another, all of them with their eyes closed, and some of them even had no clothes on, so they came naked. When they

came over, they first knelt down to Grandpa’s grave, then kowtowed three times, and then they put on the appearance they had seen before.

I counted, a total of twenty-eight, plus my uncle, a total of twenty-nine, fortunately not too many.

It seems that so far, only people who have moved Grandpa’s grave have come here.

And my uncle, as a descendant of my grandfather, was captured.

But didn’t Mr. Chen say before that the reason why I wasn’t caught was because I was with Mr. Chen, so that thing didn’t dare to attack me.

But I was also with Mr. Chen tonight. Why was I still arrested?

I soon figured out the reason. It was because Mr. Chen had been injured while “leading the soul across the river,” so this thing dared to unscrupulously bring me here from his side.

However, there is still a problem to be solved, that is, these 29 people are unconscious, why is it that I alone have a clear understanding?

Does it mean that I have to be conscious so that he can frighten me?

Or do I have a clear consciousness that I need to remember something?

If it’s the first point, then what’s the purpose of scaring me?

Are you trying to scare me to death?

And then you get revenge?

I don’t know, but since my uncle didn’t hold my hand again, I was ready to go back. Before I

went back, I imitated Mr. Chen’s appearance to learn chicken crowing, only to find that it was not a simple thing to learn chicken crowing.

What’s more, now just after midnight, the chickens in the village will not be driven by me to crow at all.

Just as I was about to leave, I suddenly saw a dark shadow flash before my eyes.

I thought I was dizzy, but when I rubbed my eyes and looked again, the dark shadow really existed, standing in the middle of the path I went back to the village, motionless, carrying a pair of shoes in his hand! He is the shoemaker that Mr. Chen said? Is that a pair of pussy shoes in

his hand?

He’s going to put it on me? If

I put it on, will I be like Wang Ergou and become no longer myself?

What to do?

-Run! But there was only one way back to the village, and if I wanted to run back, I had to pass by him.

In that case, don’t I throw myself into the trap?

Since I couldn’t run away, I just broke the pot and asked, who are you?

He was standing in the direction of the moon, and I couldn’t see him clearly because of the backlight.

And tonight’s weather is not very good, there are dark clouds, lack of light.

Even if it wasn’t backlit, I couldn’t see him.

But I saw him with a bent back, and he looked like an old man. Instead

of answering me, he threw me the shoes in his hand and said in a very strange voice, “Put the baby on.”. How to say

that kind of voice, very hoarse, like a person who has not spoken for a long time suddenly spoke.

Although I am still barefoot and the ground is a little cold, I still don’t want to wear his shoes. I don’t want to be like Wang Ergou.

So I took a few steps back to show my determination.

He also said that if I wanted to hurt you, you would have died long ago.

Put the baby on. Come with me. As soon as

I thought about it, I was right. Now Mr. Chen is not with me. Although he has an uncle, he is like a transparent man. He will not stand up to help at all. When it comes to fighting alone, ten of me are certainly no match for this guy. You know, he is the one who seriously injured Mr. Chen! So, if he wanted to hurt me, I would have died long ago, and there was no need to go to all the trouble to make me wear shoes. When

the man finished, he turned and walked away.

I thought about it and put on my heels.

I followed him. I wanted to walk faster to see what he looked like, but he seemed to know what I was thinking. I was fast and he was fast, always two or three steps in front of me. As

he neared the village, he turned and walked up the hill opposite the village. I asked, “Who are you?”?

The man said in a hoarse voice, “It doesn’t matter which I am, but which you are.”.

I am angry, I said, I naturally know who I am, I ask now is, who are you? I

don’t know if it was because I was too angry, but I felt a little pain between my eyebrows, as if I had been pricked by a needle.

Instead of answering me, he walked on.

I changed the question and asked, “Where are you taking me?”?

He said, you will know when you get there.

I asked, did you make the Yin shoes of Wang Ergou?

He was a little surprised and asked me, “Chen Enyi even told you this?”? What else did

he tell you?

I don’t think this conversation can go on. What did I ask? He not only didn’t answer, but also asked me. I

was so angry that my eyebrows hurt even more. As if aware of something,

he suddenly stopped, glanced at the sky, and said, “Time is running out, hand over what your grandfather left behind!”! Before I knew what he meant, there was a sharp pain between my eyebrows, which made me close my eyes.

Then I felt my whole body floating up, and my head was dizzy. After a while, this feeling disappeared.

When I opened my eyes, a rooster’s head appeared in front of me.

Chapter 20 the rooster called the soul I looked at the rooster’s head, the rooster also looked at me, we stared at each other, no one could figure out the situation, so the rooster pecked my eyebrows again, very painful! Behind the rooster is Mr. Chen, who is holding the colorful rooster.

After that, my parents were looking at me anxiously, and when I woke up, I felt relieved.

I, on the other hand, was sitting in my yard, and it was almost dawn.

I’m on the opposite hill. Why did I suddenly appear in my own house?

And my parents and Mr. Chen, didn’t they sleep very hard before? Why are they awake now?

And what’s with the big cock? Why is

he pecking me between the eyes?

I looked at everyone doubtfully, but everyone’s face revealed a kind of relaxation, are they just very nervous?

I asked, what happened? Mr.

Chen threw the rooster on the ground, and the rooster walked away looking for insects with his head held high, as if he didn’t feel guilty about pecking me at all. Mr.

Chen said, you lost your soul.

I still don’t understand. Keep asking. How can I lose my soul? Mr.

Chen said that when I got up in the morning to urinate, I accidentally stepped on your foot, but you didn’t wake up. At first, I thought you were asleep, so I didn’t care.

Later, I thought there was something wrong with you, so I called you a few times, but I didn’t know that you couldn’t wake up. I just knew that you lost your soul.

Lost soul?

Could it be that what I have just experienced is not really my own experience, but my soul? Isn

‘t that too weird?

After all, my feelings are so real, even a little cold on the ground, I can feel it.

I asked, and then what? Mr.

Chen said, and then I brought your parents in and asked them to try to call you. If they couldn’t, they would wake up.

Generally speaking, if someone loses his soul, let the people in the room shout a few times, and most of them will come back.

I didn’t know you couldn’t wake up. I knew you might have been captured by someone. Generally, you couldn’t wake up. You had to use the “rooster calling the soul” to turn around.

I took one look at the rooster and asked Mr. Chen, “So I was awakened by the rooster?”? Mr.

Chen said that if it wasn’t for this rooster, you wouldn’t know where to hang out now.

I looked at the rooster again. The rooster looked back at me as if he had a feeling. Then he turned his head sideways and walked away again with his head held high. His expression seemed to have made a great contribution. Even the way he looked at me, there was a trace of contempt.

While I was watching the rooster, Mr. Chen turned around and explained to my parents, “Don’t worry too much, you two. The baby is too tired these days, that’s why this happened. Have a good sleep, and it’s all right.”.

Now that Mr. Chen has said so, my parents naturally believe it.

But when Mr. Chen turned around, the expression on his face was not so relaxed.

I know, things should not be so simple.

I wanted to stand up from the chair, only to find that my hands and feet were tied to the chair by red thread, especially on my feet, and two copper coins were placed. As Mr.

Chen untied the thread for me, he said that these red threads were tied up with the rest of your soul. As for the two copper coins at your feet, you should know what they were doing.

I nodded and said, lock my soul.

This move was seen by Wang Ergou. At that time, Mr. Chen called me to put three copper coins on Wang Ergou’s body, so I remember this move very well.

I looked down again and found that my feet were indeed bare on the ground. This is called grounding, and it is “taking root.”. Mr.

Chen nodded with satisfaction and said that the red thread tied the soul, the copper money locked the soul, the feet landed, the roots fell, the rooster pecked the eyebrows, and the soul returned.

Baby, do you remember?

I nodded excitedly, this is the first pithy formula that Mr. Chen taught me! But later I learned that just knowing this pithy formula was useless.

Because the red line and copper coins are processed in a special way, and the way of winding the red line is different, even the left hand and the right hand, the way is different.

If you don’t have someone to teach you hand in hand, you can’t even steal a teacher.

What’s more, I only know a pithy formula? When Mr.

Chen untied the red line for me, he whispered to me, “Go inside.”.

I know that Mr. Chen has something to ask me. In fact, I have a lot of questions to ask him. Last night’s experience was so strange and real that I still doubt which is the dream and which is the reality. After

entering the room, Mr. Chen sat down on the bed, while I found a chair to sit aside. Mr.

Chen is going to start smoking again. He asked me what happened yesterday?

Then I told Mr. Chen everything I had experienced since my uncle came into the room and grabbed my hand. After hearing this, Mr.

Chen frowned even more tightly. He asked me, “Are there any hunchbacks in your village?”?

I thought about it, then shook my head and said that in my impression, I had never seen a hunchback in the village. Mr.

Chen nodded and said that after breakfast, we would go to the village party secretary to ask.

I nodded and asked, Mr. Chen, what happened yesterday? Why do

I feel the same as the real one? Mr.

Chen said, did you feel it was true when you shouted?

It’s true! I was confused. I asked, “Didn’t you say I slept in bed last night?”? Mr.

Chen took a puff of smoke and exhaled the smoke while saying that the experience of the body and the soul is true, which does not conflict.

Your body is lying on the bed, but your soul has gone outside.

Otherwise, if you go out with such a big noise, I will definitely wake up. Say it

again. You said it yourself. You called me, but I didn’t wake up.

That’s because I can’t hear your voice at all. Confused,

I asked hastily, why did the hunchback hear me again? Mr.

Chen said that if Yang people want to communicate with Yin people, they must communicate through certain media, such as our children, who communicate through Yin children.

As long as the Yin man wears the Yin child made by the child craftsman, he can communicate with him.

Ha, there are Tiao Da Shen Di. They usually have Yin Xiang and rice. The Taoist priest uses the seal script through the drop, while the tie maker uses them to tie out the drop paper figure, while the corpse driver like your grandfather uses the corpse. There are many

such examples, and different craftsmen have different methods, which can not be finished in a short time.

But there are also some superior people who can talk directly with Yin people, but this kind of people can hardly be seen now.

Because of direct dialogue with Yin people, it is easy to be eaten back, and they usually live for a short time.

I nodded. So he could hear me because I was wearing the pair of children he gave me?

No wonder when I asked him who he was, he didn’t speak, but threw me the shoe in his hand. Mr.

Chen shook his head and said with a sigh, “You shouldn’t wear him.”.

I asked hastily, why? Mr.

Chen said that the Yin child is a bridge built between the child craftsman and the Yin man. If you wear his Yin child now, he can go to the bridge to communicate with you at any time.

Not that kind of simple communication, but to catch your soul in the past to communicate.

Hear here I also began to panic, if this is true, then I do not have any security and freedom?

I asked Mr. Chen in a panic, what should I do? Mr.

Chen said, since he can let you put on the vagina, I naturally have a way to take off the vagina.

But this is not urgent in advance, and it can be done in the evening.

I ask you, you say that his last sentence is to call you to take out what your grandfather gave you. What does this sentence mean?

I scratched my head and said that I didn’t know what he meant by this sentence. I was at school when

my grandfather died. When I came back, it was already the next day. How could my grandfather give things to me? Mr.

Chen nodded and laughed and said, that’s true.

Is it difficult for him to jump out of the coffin and give you something? When Mr.

Chen said this, we looked at each other in an instant and saw the shock on each other’s faces-because my grandfather had really climbed out of the coffin! And more than once! Does he really have something for me?

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