Home of the Ghost.
I’m born with a bright eye.
The village’s aunt said I’d call the whole village for disaster.
My father put me in a coffin with his own hands, offering a sacrifice to a ghost in the woods.
However, I have become a gruesome pet.
She’s become my sister-in-law, and she’s sitting in a paper-mounted bouquet and playing with me all over the mountains.
I’m the one who’s crying and laughing at me and teaching me how to act.
The corpses recognized me as my sister-in-law, dug up the eyes of the gibberish who bullied me, and made the gills for me.
One.
Two-year-old brother broke a bowl.
My dad went down to pick up the pieces and suddenly a tumble fell on the ground, with a few millimeters of sharp eye fragments.
My father got up hard, covered his left face with a scratch, and he said, “Damn my ass.” I’ve been feeling heavy lately. I can’t walk. I’m sorry.
I said, “Because Mom is on your shoulder.” I’m sorry.
My father’s face became ugly, and he slapped me in the face, and he said, “Your mother is dead, and I’ll rip your mouth out! I’m sorry.
When my mother had a brother, she had a hard day and a night.
The mother-in-law shook her head and said that there was too much blood to be shed.
My dad looked like he’d gone to the delivery room with a pair of scissors.
I held his leg and I was kicked.
There was a terrible scream in the delivery room, and my father came out with his brother and smiled and his mother died in blood.
Seven days later, Mom came back, she was blue, covered in blood, and she was with him.
Strangely, no one can see Mom except me.
Two.
In the afternoon, my dad invited Red Aunt in the village.
The aunt is highly respected in the village, has access to medical care, is exorcist and has become a living person and a wife with a bare stick in the village.
The aunt was wearing crutches, circled around the courtyard, covered all over the place with plaster, and then charged my father $200.
I couldn’t help staring at Aunt Red’s lame legs.
“What are you staring at my leg? I’m sorry.
I shook my head.
My father slapped me in the back of my head and said, “Tell Aunt Red what you see. I’m sorry.
I still shake my head: “I see nothing. I’m sorry.
Red aunt leaned over and touched my head, and said, “It’s weird for her legs to go to the hospital and see if there’s anything wrong, it’s so heavy that she can’t lift it. I’m sorry.
I thought Aunt Red was kind, thinking she’d give me sugar, and told her, “Hey, Aunt Red, there’s a girl whose legs have been crushed and she’s holding your legs. If only she could let go. I’m sorry.
The red aunt changed her face so she grabbed my shoulder and said, “What did your sister look like?” I’m sorry.
I looked at her leg for a while and said, “Duck face, white face, a mole in the left eye. I’m sorry.
The aunt opened her mouth, and she said to my father, “This child is born with a bright and bright eye and will bring evil to the village.” I’m sorry.
My father said, “Is there a way to crack it?” I’m sorry.
The aunt said, “It’s so heavy in the eyes of the sun that it attracts evil.” She can only now be sacrificed to a ghost in the woods to keep her village safe. I’m sorry.
The woods were haunted, with courageous villagers entering to look at them, and the bodies were eventually found by the forest, with their eyes dug out and their faces extremely ugly.
My father frowned: “How can this girl sacrifice to the devil when she has eaten my son’s food for nine years and can change her bride price? I’m sorry.
“Do you want money or die?” I’ll kill your son sooner or later. I’m sorry.
My father no longer hesitated: “Then do as you say.” I’m sorry.
I said, “What is the sacrifice?” I’m sorry.
My dad says, “Just to let you have a good life.”
3
The next morning, I drank a bowl of porridge and passed out.
Open my eyes, I find myself in a narrow wooden box, dark.
I cried out to Mom and Dad until I lost my strength and no one came to save me.
And suddenly there was a little girl with a silver bell, and the lid of the wooden box was pushed out.
I sat up and found myself in the forest under the sun, and the wooden box was in fact a coffin that looked exactly like that coffin when Mom died.
A girl in a white dress smiles at me.
She looks younger than me. She’s about five or six years old, and she’s got two plumbtails.
I said, “Do you know where this is?” I’m sorry.
She said, “This is the woods. I’m sorry.
We said, “Do you know how to return to the village? My mom’s waiting for me at home. I’m sorry.
She laughed, “You play marble with me first. I’m sorry.
She said that she had pulled out a couple of coloured glass beads and placed them on the top of the coffin, with her fingers popping in and out, and none fell.
And We looked closely, and found it not a glass bead, but a blooded eye.
The girl had an extremely gruesome wound in her chest and was covered in black blood.
The girl looked at me in the dark, and she said, “Are my marbles beautiful?” I’m sorry.
She grabbed my hand: “I think my sister’s marbles are better, will you give them to me?” I’m sorry.
And We took off our coats and covered the wound of the girl’s chest, and said: Surely thou shalt suffer, and I shall stop the bleeding. Mom used to get hurt by Dad. I’m experienced with the wound. I won’t hurt you. I’m sorry.
The girl stopped talking and there were tears flashing in her eyes.
And I tried to be gentle and said, “Hold on, it will soon be fine.” I’m sorry.
And at the end of the day, I put a nice bow on my sleeve and said, “Okay. I’m sorry.
4
The girl said, “You can see my wounds. You are born with a bright eye.” You should know what my marbles are made of. Aren’t you afraid? I’m sorry.
And I thought about it, and I said, “I have also met other ghost sisters, who look scary and are actually kind.” If you want my eyes, can you just take one? I’m sorry.
The girl buried her face in my arms and said: “I love my sister, and I will not take away her eyes.” Who put your sister in the coffin? I’ll make his eyes into marbles for my sister. I’m sorry.
“My mother is here.” I’m sorry.
Four paper people carrying a red palanquin and stopping in front of me.
The curtain was lifted by a white hand, and a woman in a red wedding dress with a red head and a red lid went down the sedan.
She saw me, and the elegance of her steps made a happy scream: “Aunt, I’ve been dead for so many years, I’ve first seen such a lovely doll.” I’m sorry.
She held me in her arms, with her fingers gently squeezing my face: “The kind of tender flesh that comes out of water at once.” I’m sorry.
The girl pulled the horn of the woman, and said, “Mom, I love this sister. Be gentle, do not hurt her. I’m sorry.
The wind blew a red cap, and I saw a knife wound on her neck and traces of burning on her chin.
The bride looked down, saw the coffin on the ground, and got angry in the sound: “Who put such a lovely doll in the coffin? I’m sorry.
I whispered, “The red aunt in the village says I’m a dark and bright eye, and it’ll bring disaster to the village. So my dad sealed me in a coffin. I’m sorry.
I was afraid they’d hate me for it.
After all, my dad treats me like I’m a freak and he always yells at me.
But the brides listened to me, but they held me even tighter, saying, “They are blind and ignorant. The sun and the sun are a gift from heaven, seeking no share. I’m sorry.
The girl raised her face and smiled at me: “Sister, come home with us, we can play together every day.” I’m sorry.
“My mother is still at home and I can’t leave her.” I’m sorry.
The bride said, “Go back now, they will not spare you.” My husband is a student who cries and laughs. He has more books and ideas. You go back with us, we’ll talk. I’m sorry.
I nod my head.
The bride holds me in her right hand, holds the girl in her left hand and walks to the limo.
The paperman lifts up the palanquin and shakes and walks forward, but at a strange speed.
And We looked out of the scavengers, and only saw the trees and rocks retreat.
5
Soon, the palanquin stopped in front of a small yard door.
I walked down the palanquin and followed the bride into the yard.
It’s a small yard, clean up.
In front of the house, two euphemisms were planted, with a string of white-and-white bouquets swaying over the branches, like a small, luminous wind bell, and fragrance.
I reached out and tried to pick up the flowers from the tree and suddenly something cool grabbed my leg.
Look down, a skull on the ground, two white bones holding my knee, empty eyes staring straight at me.
I remember the village puppy, and I would lie down on the ground and put two front paws on my leg and let me touch his little head.
But the puppy is so round and furry and so exciting.
This skull is so ugly.
I remember when Mom taught me not to discriminate against ugly people. Because no one can determine his or her face, and ugly can have a good heart.
This skull isn’t good-looking. It’s probably low on itself. I can’t discriminate against it.
Thinking of it, I reached out and touched the skull and scratched in his ear.
Skull seems to enjoy it, hold my leg and rub my hand in the head.
There are several skulls around my side.
And I said, “Don’t worry, one by one.” I’m sorry.
The door was opened and a young man in a blue shirt came out with a fan.
He was like a jade tree, and his eyebrow was handsome, but he had a weeping face. The long eyebrow is wrinkled, and the lips are set down, and there are tears in their eyes, as though they were lamented in their hearts.
He knocked on the skull, and said: “What is this? You are the evil ones who eat and eat? What a disgrace! I’m sorry.
The skull that was knocked on was behind me, and it seemed to be a bit frustrating.
The bride said, “Take this stuff away from the kids. I’m sorry.
Screeching books open fan with a skull. The skull was turned into a white smoke, flying towards the fan, and then disappeared.
Then he looked at me and said to the girl, “Hey, is this your new toy?” It’s a shame she was born with a pair of eyes. I’m sorry.
The bride wringed his ear and said, “Do you want to be a marble for such a lovely doll? I’m sorry.
The girl said: “She is my sister, not a toy.” I’m sorry.
“Sorry, little girl, what’s your name?” I’m sorry.
I said, “My name is Wang Ting. Uncle, aren’t you happy? Why are you crying? I’m sorry.
He said: “Daddy is a laughing student and a weeping face. If they show their smiles, they’ll be all over the place. I’m sorry.
Six.
My tummy grunts.
The bride said, “What do you want to eat? I’m sorry.
I said, “I’ll make porridge, screech, stew.” I’m sorry.
The bride was staring at me for half a day, looking at feelings I couldn’t understand.
I said, “Don’t you like it?” What do you like to eat? I can learn. I’m sorry.
And the bride said, “Is your family cooking? And your parents?” I’m sorry.
I said, “Dad says cooking is a woman’s job. The left leg was broken when Mom escaped and chained to the bedroom all day. I’m sorry.
The bride suddenly held me in her arms and said, “Good boy, that’s why she’s so skinny. What do you want to eat? Let Uncle do it for you. I’m sorry.
I thought about it and said, “I want to eat hot food, and I don’t want to eat leftovers. I’m sorry.
Usually at home, I cook, I always eat first, and my mom and I only eat leftovers.
Screeching books open fan, five skulls jumped out of the fan and ran into the kitchen.
The sound of a fire in the kitchen, the sound of a pot of pots and pots, sounds very skilled.
Soon, the skeletal hand carried a plate, lined out in line, and an attractive meal filled with tables.
And the dawn delivered me a pair of chopsticks, saying: “Ey sister, eat!” I’m sorry.
I put a piece of fried meat in my mouth, and it smells like sauce, and it’s going to melt.
I’ve never eaten anything so good.
The way the brides and three people eat is interesting, they put their food under their noses and then they become rotten and dry.
The bride told me that’s how ghosts eat.
7
I told them what happened in the village.
Crying and laughing at the book, wrinkled, saying, “Many women in the village have become demons, but they can only follow their enemies, they cannot avenge them, and they are sealed by something.” I’m sorry.
I asked, “Is there any way to unseal the seal?” I’m sorry.
“We also have seals that we can’t get out of the woods, but we can’t help. Ting, I can help you open your eyes, and then you can see more, and maybe find a way to crack them. But you’ll see ghosts more easily. Are you afraid? I’m sorry.
I said, “I am not afraid. I’m sorry.
Screech and bookboys reach out their fingers and press on my eyebrow. A chill flowed from my eyebrow to my eyes, then passed through my body.
And he withdrew his hand and said, “Yes. Focus, tell me what you can see. I’m sorry.
I was cold, and I tried to concentrate, and I said, “I see a red air over you.” I’m sorry.
He said, “This is animosity. Exorcism is too strong and can be reborn only if revenge is accomplished and grievances are resolved. I’m sorry.
Through the windows, I saw the black and red air pouring in the east sky.
I walked out of the house and saw the whole village beset by a great deal of bitterness, in which some of my souls struggled.
I told them everything I saw.
“This village has a huge problem.” Ting, don’t go back, or it’ll be very dangerous. I’m sorry.
“You can stay here and live with us.” I’m sorry.
“No, my mother is still in the village.” I’m sorry.
I almost fell.
And he cried and laughed, and said: “Ting, go and rest until you have mastery of the sun and the sun, and say nothing else.” I’m sorry.
The bride took me into a bedroom.
And before she left, she said to me: “No matter what you hear tonight, do not be afraid, but sleep well.” I’m sorry.
I’ve noded in a confused place.
8
At night, I was woken up by a strange noise.
The whole house was covered with resentment and the window was covered by moons.
The voices of the innocent can be heard in the shadows, and of the nails scratching the walls.
Carefully, the sound seems to come from underground.
I jumped out of bed, knocked on the door in the next bedroom, and I didn’t respond.
I pushed the door, and it was folded and the room was empty.
It’s like the voice of the bride.
I was shocked to see the entrance to the basement at the corner and walked down the stairs.
At the end of the stairs is a rusty iron door with red liquid on its handle.
I hesitated to go in, and suddenly there was a sharp nail grab, followed by a violent impact, with the iron door shaking.
I took a step back and the iron door was slammed.
I got the nerve to walk in and look in through the door.
The door was full of resentment, and a white ballbone came up and banged on the door. There was a pile of human bones lying around and two skulls scratching around.
In the daytime, this skull rubs my hand like a puppy. And now he’s got a big mouth, his head is split and he’s rolling around on the floor, and he looks very painful.
I walked back and my legs hit a cold body.
I twisted my head and saw those dark eyes.
“Sister, Mom told you to sleep. I’m sorry.
9
You know, you’re covered in bitterness and you don’t look like a child.
I was worried, “Hey, are your parents in the basement?” They seem to be in pain. Is there any way to help them? I’m sorry.
And when I heard that, I knew a big pair of eyes shrouded with tears and cried, saying, “Each night of the full moon, my mother and father suffer like a fire. They kept themselves in the basement so they wouldn’t hurt me. I’m sorry.
Full moon night?
I remember, Mom always leaves on full moon night. The next day, her body will fade a lot, as if the wind would blow away.
I sat on the steps with Xiaoyi.
She’s so angry, so cold.
I told you that all three of them had no memory. Being stuck together, feeling very friendly, soon living like a family.
She stated that she had long considered the laughing and laughing students and the brides as biological parents, and that every time she watched them suffer, she hated her powerlessness.
I can only hold her tight and give her a little warmth.
At dawn, the doors of the basement were pushed open, the laughing and laughing students carried the bride out, the body was translucent and the color was exhausted.
Behind them, the skulls pick up one of their bones.
Two of them, in a fight for a broken leg, broke into a bone again. The skull fell on the ground, and it was still stinging at each other.
“Did Ting scare you? I’m sorry.
I shook my head, held her hand and sent her back to her bedroom to rest.
10
The two men were resting until evening, when they came out and their bodies were condensed.
I told them that my mother would leave on full moon night and return with her body in a translucent state.
“We’re probably one seal.” I’m sorry.
I asked, “How can the seal be lifted?” I’m sorry.
“If you can find a body and bury it, you can probably crack it.” We’ve been stuck here for years. We’re afraid we can’t find the body. Where is your mother buried?”
I said, “What is burial?” I’m sorry.
He said something strange: “It’s burying the body in the ground.” Don’t you know where your mother’s grave is? I’m sorry.
I said, “Mom’s body was shipped to Aunt Red’s house. The aunt next door was killed by her husband and transported to her family, where she was not buried. I’m sorry.
“It’s a strange thing, the Red Aunt must have a big problem.” I’m sorry.
We said, “I can sneak into the family of the Red Aunt and see the end.” I’m sorry.
“Ting, don’t get involved in this.” Aunt Red can hold so many ghosts. I’m sorry.
And the bride said, “Ting, live with us.” After that, you and Migi are our daughters. I’m sorry.
I was worried, “Does my mother end up disappearing? It’s been a long time. Are you going to disappear? I’m sorry.
After a moment of silence, the bride laughed: “It’s not a bad thing that your mother suffered too much and perhaps disappeared.” We’ve been here for a long time, and we’re not afraid to disappear. I’m sorry.
I made up my mind: “I will not see you disappear in any way.” When I have mastery of the sun, I go to the village to find out the truth. I’m sorry.
Eleven.
A month has passed quickly, and today is full moon night.
Sniggers say that those who have the eyes of the sun are born to communicate with the sun.
When I completely opened my eyes, I felt like I was learning something, and I learned a lot about things that I didn’t know in the past.
In this month, I was able to move forward at great speed, not only in the use of my dark and bright eyes, but also in many equations.
I offered to go back to the village, and the bride gave me a ride.
And he said: I shall not suffer on the night of the full moon, but the power is stronger than my parents, and I will leave the woods for a short time, but I will not go far. I’m sorry.
At night, I was sent to the village by night cover.
“Sister, I can’t get into the village. I’m sorry.
Then there came a man’s voice, “Yo!” Isn’t that Ting?
It awakened my worst memory, and I turned stiff, and a drunk man laughed at me.
He’s the cousin of the Red Aunt, and he’s acting against her.
He took my dad out, sneaked into my house, grabbed my wrist and dragged me into the bedroom.
Mom came over here to protect me, tore him up, scratched his face.
He punched and kicked her in anger and dragged her into the bedroom.
The next day, my dad came home, he didn’t dare go to men to settle scores, but beat up his mother.
“Did you come here last time to wait for me? I’m sorry.
Hold my hand and smile for me.
“Sister, we have new toys. You like blocks? Or do you like marbles? I’m sorry.
I said, “We both like it. I’m sorry.
Yes!
The man smiled and reached out his hand to me, but his arm was half empty and his elbow was broken in the opposite direction.
He cried out, “What is it, a ghost?”
At that moment, Xiao Chi was sitting on his shoulder and smiling at me.
A red fog covered his whole body.
“Ting, I’m sorry. I’m an animal. I’m a pig. I’m sorry.
When the mist spreads, he’s like a piece of wood shattering around. The hands and feet were exchanged, the eyes were dug out, the positions were groaned on the ground, and the throats snuffed.
And he clapped his hands, and took my arm with him, and said: Sister, I have something for you. I’m sorry.
And she drew out, like a treasure, a pink bag, full of coloured eyes: “Is this beautiful? I dye it. I’m sorry.
And I touched her soft hair, and took the sack, and said, “It’s beautiful, thank you. I’m sorry.
“There is power in the marbles. When a sister encounters difficulties or is in danger, she crushes it and makes it work. I’m sorry.
12
And I came to the door of the Red Aunt, and the door was locked, and there was much anger in the courtyard, and there was a secret hearing of the ghost’s cry.
I held a pink bag in my right hand and touched a round stone on my chest.
Little stones wear red wires and hang them around their necks. This is a talisman from Mom.
I crushed a marble, a red fog came out of it, raised my body and drove me over the walls of the compound.
At about 7 or 8 p.m., the lights were lit inside the house and the voices were heard.
I went to a locked house with a grudge.
I crushed another marble, and the red fog wrapped the door lock, and it opened and fell on the ground.
Look at the scene in the house. I’m losing my head.
There was a row of iron coffins in the house with red charms.
Under the iron coffin is a fireplace filled with yellow paper and firewood.
I pulled out a couple of yellow papers, one of them with a curse of repression, and the other ones I couldn’t read.
I was taught to cry and laugh, and I was so angry, I wasn’t rotting, and I couldn’t burn a normal fire.
The casket is not yang and the spirit cannot be turned back. And the fire, and the sages of the earth, will prevent the spirits from retrieving, and they will be destroyed in their torment.
I took out a marble, and my heart was silently opened, and I squeezed it, and it remained unscathed.
The power of knowledge is not strong enough.
I noticed that the corner of the wall was full of yellow paper and sand.
And We covered it with a pen, and a cursing of yellow paper.
Then We broke a bead, and in its heart it was a parable, and We concealed the mark.
The central part of the house is the biggest iron coffin, and the most cumbersome is the charm on the coffin.
I’m looking at the anger in this casket on the temple, and it’s exactly the same as that of the brides.
My hands were covered in pink bags, my heart was silently opened and my whole body was exhausted to squeeze the marbles inside.
The marbles burst open, the red fog circled over the coffin, and the charms sent white light to resist.
Finally, the red fog covered the white light and the coffin was pushed away.
There were three bodies lying in the coffin.
The corpses of the brides and of the children who were crying and laughing became almost two carbs, while the bodies of the infants who were in the middle were intact.
13
I saw some memories through the anger inside the coffin.
Zhou Jin-hyun, who was born from the cold, was a wonderful student.
At the age of 20, he went to the village test and agreed to marry a young girl.
After the examination, he had no name and the girl was still willing to marry him.
The chief examiner was very appreciative of the article by Mr. Yuan, which was posted to show you how to learn.
Zhou Jin stayed because it was clearly his answer, but was named after the salt vendor ‘ s son.
Zhou Jin-hwan contacted other candidates to expose the fraud.
The salt merchant’s family came to the door with a box of treasure, and said, “Don’t mess with it. It’s the same after three years. You take these gifts, and when you’re on the gold list, my master will help you get fat. I’m sorry.
Zhou Jinjun refused without hesitation.
“Your newlywed wife’s name is Traylan, and she’s gorgeous.
“Don’t be so sad. My lord and my cousin are relatives. You should have laughed if you could climb with my lord. I’m sorry.
Zhou Jin-hyun, angryly, kicked his family out of the house and told Trelan not to leave the house.
Six months later, Zhou In-hyun ‘ s family broke into a gang of bandits, killed Zhou In-hyun and Train and burned the house.
The two were married for only one month and died in a state of rage.
Paradoxically, the house was burned clean and clean, while the bodies of the two were intact.
Since then, salt merchants have had nightmares at night and have heard news of the unburnable burning of bodies, and are terrified.
He asked the preacher to learn that both husband and wife were in a very important position, and that Zhou Jin-hyun was a natural and responsible man, who had died in a terrible way. Only by sealing them with an iron coffin, and burning them, will their souls be scattered.
The graves of the two men were opened and the bodies were still intact, and the bodies of the women were raised.
Tserlan is already pregnant and has raised a hundred-year-old son.
According to the monk, the three men had become demons and could not be sealed with an iron coffin alone. When they find their bodies, they lose their power. When the body is burned to ashes, the ghost is scattered.
14
There are less than ten marbles left in the bag.
I crush one, red fog lifts out three bodies and restores the coffin to its cost.
I walked out of the house with three bodies, locked up and turned the wall.
The red fog placed the body where the moonlight could see it and then floated on the body to hide it.
I painted a spell on them.
This spell binds the moon and preserves the body.
I went back to Aunt Red’s house and hid in the grass behind the house.
About an hour later, two men carried a wooden coffin and followed a little boy to the room. It’s the Red Aunt family.
The ghost sister who had been carrying her legs had disappeared and her coffin was still on foot.
I looked through the window quietly.
Red Aunt ‘ s husband opened the coffin, lying there with a young woman with a bruise on her forehead, eyes open and dead.
I recognize this is Uncle San’s daughter-in-law.
Zhang Long shouted: “This woman does not quarrel, she thinks she is a wise man, but he planned to flee.” It’s a shame to have them back and hit a wall and killed themselves, and then become a ghost. I’m sorry.
The aunt said, “What if you become a ghost and burn it three times at the most? I’m sorry.
Zhang Yan said, “The last time a woman hugged your leg was tough enough to last five months. I’m sorry.
The Red aunt looked at the biggest iron coffin in the centre and said: “The woman was broken by a car, and she struggled for three days to lose her breath, and died in deep sorrow. She could not be more stubborn than the three in the middle, and had burned for 200 years, and was no less than an officer. I’m sorry.
Aunt Red opened an iron coffin and Zhang Long threw the body in and closed the coffin.
Then Zhang Ying lit a fragrance and lit a fire.
The family sat on its knees three times, and the iron casket rose white and swooped towards three.
The boy wrinkled his frown and said, “Mom, am I really going to be a fairy?” I’m sorry.
The Red Aunt closed her eyes and said, “Be quiet and concentrate.” I’m sorry.
I was staring at them, and they purified and ate the souls of innocent people for their own work.
15
The faces of Zhang Yan and Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhui and his son are getting worse, and a bloodbath is spitting out.
The body in the iron coffin appeared to be waking up, with the sound of impacting the coffin and scratching the nails.
The red aunt realized it was wrong to get up and pull out an unburned yellow piece of paper, which sank: “The note has been altered. I’m sorry.
I changed the talisman to a phantom, and I wiped out the pieces I couldn’t read.
There was a wind blowing, and there was a sound in the village.
“A ghost! Help! I’m sorry.
“I was wrong, I shouldn’t have put you in a pigsty, please don’t treat me like a pig!” I’m sorry.
“Please let me go. I shouldn’t have used scissors. I shouldn’t have sacrificed Ting to the devil. I’m sorry.
The red aunt was colored, took yellow paper and sand, drew the next charm and put it on an iron coffin.
The mood in the coffin calmed down and the wind in the village shrunk.
I crushed a marble, red mist like arrows, and hit Red Aunt through the window.
The red aunt reacted very quickly, with a black air out of her hand and easily torn red fog.
I squealed, went over the wall and ran to the woods.
In the village, there was blood and rain, and the shadows and the screams continued.
I’m not afraid, because I’ve lived since I was a little girl in a village where human trafficking is rampant, and I’ve seen hell worse.
Mother taught me that being a good person is only good to the good, and good to the enemy is cruel to yourself.
Run out of the village, I’m stuck in the woods.
It’s a ghost forest.
I was a little restless and I saw a red woman standing under a tree laughing at me.
“Ting, how can you still be alive? I’m sorry.
I laughed, “Do you have any misunderstanding about the ghost?” I haven’t done anything wrong. Why are you afraid of ghosts? I’m sorry.
Aunt Red was like a claw, strangling my neck.
I crushed all the marbles, turned around and ran.
After a few steps, the Red aunt’s husband blocked the way.
“Just because you’re a little girl, you want to ruin me for years. I’m sorry.
Red aunt tore the mist and approached me step by step.
“Looks like you’d like to taste it too. I’m sorry.
16
I can’t get away from them. I’m watching them get closer.
Suddenly, a crazy laugh came from the direction of the woods.
A skull jumped from the tree and surrounded the Red Aunts.
Screeching and laughter, the bookman walks slowly with his skull fan.
He changed his smile face, and every time he smiled, there were millions of skulls coming out of the fan.
Zhang Yan screamed torn to pieces.
The Red aunt was surrounded by the Skulls, but she didn’t fall.
She was covered in a black air, thrown out of the tunnel yellow, dissected the skull into a piece of bone, with a crack in the ring.
At the time of the crisis, four paper people arrived with the bouquet, dropping it and running over, followed by a five- or six-year-old girl.
“My aunt’s eyes are beautiful. It must be fun to make marbles. I’m sorry.
The bride covered my eyes softly, and said, “Such a bloody picture, don’t look at Ting, the woman is not our opponent. I’m sorry.
A moment later, the bride untied my eyes and said, “Thanks to Ting, we can only get out of the woods and recover lost memories.” I’m sorry.
He came to me and gave me two marbles, saying, “Thank you to my sister.” I’m sorry.
“Red aunt is much better than I thought, and it takes three of us to break it.” I’m sorry.
I’ll tell them about tonight.
In the middle of it, the bride suddenly covered her chest and fell on the ground in pain.
Imam also fell on the ground, and his fingers fell deep into the dirt and seemed to suffer tremendous pain.
“The body, something happened.” I’m sorry.
17
I flew to the village, and my heart was horrified.
The village was baptized, the red aunts were killed, and who was able to fight the dead of the brides?
I leaned over and approached the hideout.
A young boy skilledly drew a spell on yellow paper and placed it on three bodies.
He’s the Red Aunt’s son, Zhang Zhui, and he’s only six years old.
I looked at his skillful moves, and I was so familiar, I couldn’t remember where I’d seen him.
Zhang Zhang put a last spell and sat on his back, with words in his mouth.
And as he recited, a fire appeared on the yellow paper.
I went around his back and threw it unexpectedly, crushing the last two marbles.
Zhang Zhang looks like he has eyes in his back, turns around, hands through the red fog and grabs my heart.
At the end of the day, the picture seemed to slow down.
Looking at Zhang Zhang’s face was never a child’s smile, and I figured everything out.
He’s not Zhang Yan.
Aunt Red is not Aunt Red.
They were salt dealers 200 years ago!
Salt merchants refine and swallow spirits, not just for work, but also for gain.
Such a trick would have allowed him to take the body of his immediate family.
The Red Aunt gave her husband to practise in order to give birth to a suitable heir.
“Red aunt” gave his son a training to change his body to a suitable container for his removal.
A quarter of an hour ago, the “Red aunt” knew nothing and took Zhang Yi’s body.
18
Zhang Yi’s hand is about to catch my heart, and my mother sent my little rock to get hot.
A woman in blood appeared before me to block Zhang Yi’s attack.
It’s my mom.
Mother’s death caught Zhang Zhang’s wrist, and two pale hands were burned with black air, and the line remained intact.
I seized the opportunity to tear down the yellow charms on the family of the ghost brides.
Zhang Zhang’s black-blooded attack on her mother, saying, “If it wasn’t for the present body, I could hit a hundred kids like you.” I’m sorry.
I watched my mother become more transparent and cried out, “Ghost sisters, the traffickers are here!” He’s the one who took you to the village and put your bodies in an iron coffin! I’m sorry.
The wind soared, the face of Zhang Zhang changed, the body fell softly, and the spirit of translucentness came out and tried to escape.
A ghost came and ripped his soul apart.
The wounds of the ghosts have disappeared and become a young and bright girl.
They waved at me with a smile, and their bodies dwindled until they disappeared.
Mom’s still on my side.
She combed her ponytail, lost her blood, and her broken legs were again lengthened.
If she had not been trafficked, she would have had a brilliant life.
She hugged me and said, “Go to the village chief and call the police.” The women and children of the village who still have the privilege of saving will be picked up from here. I’m sorry.
I said, “Will they send me to the big city you said?” I’m sorry.
Mom smiled at me and smiled a little sad: “Mom is leaving, you have to live hard.” I’m sorry.
I put up with the tears and Zheng Noded.
19
When I was little, Mom didn’t like me.
I like to haunt her, but she pushes me away.
Later I realized that I could pick up her most painful memories.
Every time my dad goes in the bedroom and locks the door, there’s always Mom’s cry.
On one occasion, she bit half of my father’s ear and was beaten to death.
I squished the water and cleaned her up.
His hands were thrown to the ground as soon as he touched her body.
She’s crying to let me go.
And We rose up, crying, saying: I was not to be born. I’m sorry.
The grandmother next door had said that girls should not be born and that girls here suffered too much.
I was just talking to adults and I didn’t know what that meant.
Mother suddenly held me in her arms.
This is her first hug, very warm.
That day she told me a lot.
She said I was a good kid. She said she shouldn’t be mad at me.
She said that even in the mud, she had to do her best to live.
After that day, she began to teach me literacy calculations, telling me about the red flag on the playground, the warm sun in the library.
She’s the only warmth in my dark life.
Now Mom’s leaving.
I have 10,000 in my heart, but I know that she never belongs here and that she deserves a new life.
20
In tears, mother’s figure disappeared.
A cold hand wipes away my tears.
I’m surprised to be up.
The bride’s left hand with a red head and her right hand with tears. The scars on her face have disappeared, almonds and cheeks, and she has a nice face.
Crying and laughing at the students standing by her side, with gentle eyes and light smiles.
The two little hands surrounded my waist, and knew that they would look out from behind me, and said, “Do not feel sad, we will be with you.” I’m sorry.
I was surprised to say, “Why haven’t you been born?” I’m sorry.
“We’re two hundred years old and we’re at the mercy of the law.” I’m sorry.
The bride said, “We’ve been trapped in the mountains, and we’ve wanted to see the outside world. I’m sorry.
“There must be a lot of fun toys out there.” Whoever bullys her, I’ll make her a marble. I’m sorry.
And a morning dawn cut out the darkness and redened the clouds of the east.
It’s morning. Document number: YXX1ymZM4REFK4ZR18UvOyZ
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
