Have you ever experienced anything terrible? – Yes.

Have you ever experienced anything terrible? – Yes.

After Grandma died, my parents forced me to sit in a coffin and be a town casket boy.

Then I peed and went to the bathroom, but then I left for a few minutes, and something happened at home.

One.

My dad called to tell me that when Grandma died, he forced me to take the car all night.

As soon as we entered the house, the coffin was stopped in the temple and crucified.

My parents came out with a yellow robe, covered me with a straw line and tied to the waist.

Plugged me a big red rooster so I could sit in a coffin for three days.

Eating food in a coffin, even in the toilet, the chief of the business said he could help with the coffin.

Only those who die in vain, are extremely angry, are easily transformed, or refuse to enter the earth, need caskets.

And it’s usually for boys or for children and grandchildren.

I’m a twenty-four-five-year-old granddaughter, what a coffin.

Isn’t there my brother’s?

I’m the one who takes care of everything.

And as soon as that was said, my father looked down on his face and shouted at me, “If you don’t want to die, don’t ask.” I’m sorry.

“Grandma likes you the most, so stay with her.” I’m sorry.

I’ve heard nothing, but there are people in the temples who are watching and seem to hate me.

Only the rooster was carried up to the coffin and sat in the middle of it, as the mayor had said.

When I sat down, I looked at the firehouse next to it and thought that I was sitting on my best grandmother’s coffin, and I didn’t even see her last face before she died, let alone how she died.

The eyes are sour, the tears can’t help but flow, and the confusion is getting deeper.

Grandma is a famous midwife in her village, with no 1,000 or 800 children.

In the past, many births were said to have been difficult, to have been born for days and nights, and to have found Grandma, the mother and child would have been safe.

So far, many more have come with adult children to visit Grandma and say that if there were no grandmother, they would have been killed.

For more than a decade, everyone had gone to the hospital to give birth to her, but she would also be asked to see her for these deliveries.

When she was at home the following year, she also said that she would personally help me look at the subject so that she would not be married.

The more I look at the dark coffin, the weirder I think.

It’s like a gruesome stench of grass in a burqa that comes out of a coffin.

Those in the village, when they looked at it, there was no more respect for Grandma, as if they were looking at it.

But I sat in a coffin with a rooster and I didn’t even have a chance to talk.

Sitting until noon, I couldn’t stand it, and asked Tao to hold a chicken for a coffin, so I went to the toilet.

But the old man told me that no matter what, the rope on his waist was unsolved, the robe was undefeated, he came to the toilet and he could only sit for five minutes.

Where’s the bathroom time?

I’m trying to figure it out. My dad’s just yelling.

He took me to college and went to work, and now I’m milked and I’m sitting in a coffin.

He’s still so unreasonable.

But I’ve been sitting here all day.

He said he sent me to college, but Grandma secretly gave me tuition and maintenance, and he asked me for money.

All these years, I can see it.

The more he scolded, the more he proved that he was lying and that it was really weird.

My father was scolding me, and he was going to beat me with a stick in front of the temple.

It’s a good thing they stopped it.

He told me to go to the bathroom. He really had five minutes.

When I went to the bathroom behind the house, I saw a bunch of cooking aunts watching and whispering, “What’s she doing? I’m sorry.

She’s the name of my grandmother in the village.

She’s called a woman, a man or a woman.

They’re a bunch of them, they’re high on melons, they’re so glamorous, I look at them, and they’re all so shocked.

It’s a video of the harvest, and it’s my milk.

She was lying on the bed, staring at her mouth, and her hands were tied dead and white.

She’s wearing clothes. She’s the one in the village specializing in this.

After she had wiped herself, she had only worn a coat and then stitched her eyes and mouth with a needle.

What else is there to read?

I watched the black wire go through the eyelids, see the black blood, the same pain as the heart needle.

When her mouth and eyes were stitched together, the needle went straight down, and she didn’t break it, and she tied her to each other, and she stitched her coat.

And then she was forced to break her fingers.

Grandma’s hands were small, and she was well maintained because of the delivery, and sometimes the baby had to reach out and pull.

She was fastened, and the fingers were snapped, and then it was clear that several fingers had been snapped, and they were like twisted chicken claws.

I can see the whole thing getting stiff, standing behind this bunch of aunts, feeling like it’s all light.

“The hole of rain!” “The sound of my dad’s roar came out of nowhere.

Those aunts who watched the video were scared, so they took away their phones and watched me.

“How did Grandma die? I turned my head and looked at him, and I said, “How did she become like that? I’m sorry.

Open your eyes and close your fingers. Which one is normal death?

“You go to my coffin! My dad’s gonna hit me with a broom.

My mom hugged me and called out a bunch of melon aunts and dragged him away.

That’s when I said, “Oh, it’s almost time for you to sit in the coffin. Grandma likes you. Go on, or something will happen. This isn’t the time for this. We’ll let you know when Grandma’s in the ground, okay? I’m sorry.

“Where’s the rain?” “I’m holding my neck and looking at my mother, “Isn’t he home? I’m sorry.

This grandma is really the best for me, but she’s more fond of this grandchild.

Every time a baby comes back, get the money, give me 10 bucks, give me 50 bucks.

Why is he gone?

“Your brother has something to do. “My mom’s blue, like she’s scared of something. Push me. “You gotta go to the bathroom. Come on! I’m sorry.

She’s in a hurry and her body’s shaking, like she’s really scared.

Those aunts are whispering to us.

I had to go to the bathroom and go to the coffin.

I’m sure Mom and Dad won’t tell me what happened to Grandma.

We’ll have to ask the village’s elders when we’re out of the ground.

I couldn’t hold on until night.

My mother took the bed, laid it on the coffin, said I was tired, lying down, and in any case sitting in the coffin, and then I could leave.

He was afraid that I would fall asleep, so he took the rope down my waist and tied the lower half to the coffin.

I was solemnly told not to leave the coffin.

Even if he comes to town, it’s only five minutes.

It’s getting weirder and weirder, and it’s been up to midnight, and it’s been working on eating and smoking.

I was lying on the side of the rooster and pulling myself to rest.

It’s like there’s a sound inside the coffin.

It’s like an old man stuck in a thick, like a rooster’s throat.

It’s like it’s sewn up, pulling it apart…

I can’t help thinking of the video where Grandma’s eyes were sewn.

And it was then that the voice of a man next to him came: “When your grandmother came out of her funeral, when you passed the Stone Bridge, you would rip off the ropes and throw them down the bridge, and people would jump down, and then they would follow the water, not turn back, and run forward, so that you could survive.” I’m sorry.

The funeral in the village will take only one stone bridge, which is high and not deep, and is filled with stones large and small.

Jumping doesn’t drown, but it’s not like I’m lame.

As soon as I heard, I saw a man in a white robe with a long figure standing by the coffin.

He looks very good, as if he were immersed in faint sorrow, as if he were a man in the moonlight.

When I looked at him, he lamented and threw something at me: “This will save you three days, and you will die until you get out of the funeral. Remember the day of the funeral, you must jump from the bridge!” I’m sorry.

I just feel like I’m in my arms, and then something cold falls into my arms, and I roll down the coffin.

Scaring me of a spirit, reaching out to grab that thing, but finding it was a pebble the size of a pigeon egg.

Cold, round.

But the man in white disappeared, as if it was just a dream.

But if it was a dream, where did this pebble come from?

Thinking about it, I heard the sound of cuckoo again.

A man walked in from outside the temple and kneeled straight in front of the coffin.

It’s my grandmother’s milk!

She must know how Grandma died.

I was busy yelling at her and asking her about her grandmother’s death.

But she didn’t seem to hear at all. She slit her head at the coffin.

Following the hand, a well-trapped needle came out of his pocket and went straight to his mouth.

A needle goes down, a black wire pulls over the lips, and blood flows.

She seems to have no pain, as fast and as good as sewn up Grandma’s body.

When it sews, it’s like it’s stuck in its mouth.

And the cock I’m holding in my arms, it’s just like the egg hen.

Two.

Four milkies kneel down and sew their mouths straight, fast and weird.

I didn’t even think it was a dream to strangle a few roosters in my hand and almost fell in my arms, so I realized I wasn’t dreaming.

This delay, however, resulted in the death of four milks who had sewn their mouths, pulled the line up and sewd their left eye.

I instinctively tried to slip down the coffin and save her, but I couldn’t get down on my waist.

The only thing to do is to throw the cock in his arms to the side and pull the rope and shout, “Come on! Help!

I sat in a coffin for one day, and my voice was dumb and my voice was sharp and thin.

There are also the voices of the relatives who come to die playing cards, and who squeezes, and the hymns in the auditorium with a soundbox, which I can’t get out of.

Until I completely untied the grass rope, slipped the coffin, kicked the copper turn on the wall, and was busy stealing needles from the hands of the four milks, nobody came in.

But it would have completely sewn her left eye and mouth to death, and I would have stopped her, and the mouth would have to go up.

The black wire is all over the place, and the blood beads are all over the place, and they look even worse.

As if the blinded right eye were a bead of glass, turning around in its eyes.

I scared the whole thing, holding her hand tight and screaming.

Fortunately, the old man outside heard the copper turn and rushed in.

“Sit in the casket! I’m sorry.

Those who followed me were in a hurry to put the cock in my arms, with my mom and dad, hugging, dragging and dragging me straight to the coffin.

I was almost held up by them and turned my head and looked at the four mothers who had no one to control them: “Save her first!” I’m sorry.

“If you don’t go up there, you’ll die! * The old man sank at me, and then the life he lays on the coffin was torn to pieces: * The ink, and the ink, and the casket * I’m sorry.

And he said, “Remember, never again.” It’s because you didn’t have a coffin. Next thing you know, no coffin. You can’t drink, you can’t go to the bathroom! I’m sorry.

I’m not a lawmaker, how can I get a coffin?

And what does this have to do with me?

A glimpse of the four breast milks who had completely sewn their mouths, and had not broken their wires, hung their needles in front of the coffin, and then slit their heads mechanically.

I thought about the way she was sewn Grandma’s mouth, and her heart was starting to snap.

Several of them dragged the four-a-cafés out, and she did not struggle, as if she were a doll whose mouth was sewn with wire.

I don’t know what they’re gonna do with the Four Milks, and Mom and Dad are at the side of the coffin, and they’re gonna sing red-faced, and they’re gonna say I can’t go to the coffin anymore.

When he came in again, he had an ink ink and a line around the coffin and both.

This evening, the old lord sat in the temple and watched over me until dawn.

When he was old, he couldn’t stand it, so he changed the way he did, and he sat with me at night.

My parents didn’t give me anything to eat, they just fed me some water, and I had to go to the bathroom.

This can’t hold!

By midday, I was so hungry that I felt I had to starve to death in this coffin.

I don’t seem to hear my voice.

Until noon, my mom came to feed. I really wanted to eat.

As soon as I opened my mouth, my mother looked at me and said, “The four mothers are dead. I’m sorry.

I heard that the old man came in with a long face, looked at me, pulled out a three-inch, three-inch, and asked my dad to go around the coffin and nail it every hand and hand.

“Did you see the video of the Four Milks who gave you milk? See what?”

I’m so hungry and I’m so shocked by the death of my four mothers.

That’ll be asked by the boss.

I don’t know, “There’s one of those aunts. Go and see it. I’m sorry.

Ask me what I see, what do you mean?

Say it! “What do you see? I’m sorry.

“It’s a wire that sews Grandma’s mouth.” * I’ve been yelled at by him. *

“And? The old man asked again.

My mother had water, and the whole body was shaking, tearing the old man apart and saying to me, “When you died, the eyes of the four milks were sewn up again, cut open their own bellies, stuffed them with eggs, and sewed themselves.” Weared a coat and jumped from the village’s stone bridge! I’m sorry.

“It’s like her hands are out of control and her fingers are deformed! My mother was scared and kneeled down and said to me, “You must calm down or your brother will die! I’m sorry.

My head is pounding, and it’s like I’m strangling my mother.

In a moment, the headstone bridge was all over the head.

It’s not a coffin again. My brother will die.

There’s no connection to these things. Why did my mother beg me?

Until what the old lord and my mother said, “Take her away and go to the coffin and say to me, “Your grandmother died strangely. You should have seen the video.” Anyone involved in this is gonna die of revenge. I’m sorry.

“If you don’t calm down, your brother will die first, then your parents, and then the rest of the village. Even I’m…” The old man’s eyes are dark.

“It will also die.” I’m sorry.

“How did Grandma die? “I’ve lost my head.

He only shook his head at me: “What you do not know is good and know that you are the first to die.” I’m sorry.

Then let me sleep on the coffin while it’s still dark.

I’ll start to be afraid, but I’m starving and I have to get down on my coffin and keep my eyes shut.

But not long ago, when I heard someone making a scene, it seemed that the daughter of the four mother-in-law was yelling, “It was Kong who caused the sin, she died and my mother did something wrong.” If she’s going to die, she’s going to die! I’m sorry.

Grandma is a midwife and she’s famous for her skill.

What did she do?

Master Hu seems afraid to hear me, busy turning on the recorder and turning the sound to the maximum.

It’s like it’s barking out there, but it’s completely deafening.

Looks like the old man said I couldn’t hear why Grandma died.

Like when I saw Grandma’s face, she died like that.

But what does that have to do with me?

And the Stone Bridge. Last night, the man asked me to jump off the Stone Bridge.

Shall I jump?

I fell asleep in my coffin.

When I wake up, it’s dark.

On the other hand, there were a lot more people in the temple than in the daytime, and the old chief, with a group of men, was on both sides of the coffin, prepared to do one night’s work.

I can’t stand it. I can’t stand it. I want some water.

My throat is suffocating, and a small hand touches my face.

A little girl with a lid on her cheeks, and she didn’t know when to climb to the coffin.

Put your hand on the offering in front of the coffin and hand it over to my mouth, laughing at me.

But when did you have such a little girl in the village?

I’m watching God, and there’s another one that climbs up and brings to my mouth fresh water from the temple.

And even two. Reach out and untie the rope on my waist.

They’re a bunch of them, but they’re doing the law, like they can’t see.

And a young girl, five or six years old, booed at me: “Run, they’ll starve to death and bury you with your grandmother.” Run! I’m sorry.

3

I’m hungry and tired, and I’m confused, and I can see these little girls hanging around my coffin, feeding me with all their hands, and helping me with the lawn rope.

And look at them, either by lifting the bell, or by taking the copper bell, as if the monks with the wooden sword had not seen them, and they knew it was wrong.

In particular, the old man, who was at the front, held a sword of peach wood, stepped on his feet, was cursed around the coffin, and several swings of a sword of peach wood had been inserted from the head of the little girl who was sitting in the coffin, as if she had not been seen.

It’s like a fire in the front of a coffin.

That’s it. Those little girls, they’ve untied my waist.

And the firebath, burning with paper money, smiles like bamboo, the flame is long, and the ash comes all over the coffin.

I can’t even get my eyes open with smoke. I can’t get my eyes open.

Thinking of the tragic death of her, I put my hands to the coffin so that she wouldn’t fall.

The little girl who gave me the water, looked at me, looked so hard on her face, sat on me, reached out and broke my hand.

And put it in my ear: “You can’t bury your grandmother with you, let’s go.” I’m sorry.

Just as she was sitting on me, I was in a coma, conscious, but I couldn’t move.

The sound of what’s happening around is not clear.

And then I felt a cold little hand, and I broke my finger, one of my roots, and my body slipped straight out of the coffin.

As if the little girls were clapping their hands and smiling, they were mixed with the sound of a firebath next to it: “Bridge over, baby over.” Just over the Naho Bridge, and over the Stonestone Bridge. Neither father nor mother, but himself. The slab bridge came down from Naho bridge, and the next generation neither cried nor suffered. I’m sorry.

I slipped out of the coffin, and it seemed like that sort of thing was coming back, and I was coming up and screaming my name.

But I can only hear the songs that girls sing, and the girl who rides on me slowly rises up and holds my hand. The other little girls, they’re full of shit, they’re dragging, they’re pulling me out.

I felt my body was light and my ears were full of bridge.

As I was being pulled up and followed them, I suddenly heard a cold hum: “Drop!” I’m sorry.

There’s a bang in my arms, and there’s a cracking sound.

“The river god is here! * The little girls, like they’re scared, just let me go and run away *

I woke up like I was sleeping, falling.

Those who do the trick, pull me up and lift me to the coffin.

I couldn’t figure out what was going on, I was holding on and I wanted to take a look.

When you reach out, you touch something cold and it hurts.

Turn your head, but the pebble.

But it’s broken. It’s a piece of rock.

“Go to the coffin! He’s got a bad face.

Reach out and lift me up and put it on the coffin: “What are you going to do, tell us, never pull the rope off yourself.” I don’t know where you got the strength to pull the rope off. I’m sorry.

He forced me on a coffin: “Where is the chicken?” Master, should I tie him to death? I’m sorry.

I was sitting in a coffin and I didn’t know what was just happening, and suddenly I heard the sound of cuckoo.

To look around, see the old man, with a sword of peach wood, looking at the coffin with his throat like he’s stuck in thick, and his throat clears his throat.

Next to him, the man who made the candles, picked up the rooster I held for two days, and he was blue.

I saw the cock with his neck strangling, his legs strangling, his wings twisted on the back of the chicken, and he strewn.

In particular, the chicken claws, every section, were broken up, like the hand that was broken when Grandma died.

But this rooster is still alive when I hold it in my arms?

What happened to you?

Still in the temple, in front of so many people?

Master? “It seems like Hojo was frightened, too, to suggest that someone else would hold me.

“How are you?” I’m sorry.

When he asked, he had a copper bell in his hand.

The old man who was staring at the coffin looked up to me, and his mouth opened up, a little bit bigger, and he showed his teeth.

Singin’ like those little girls just now, “Bridge over, baby over…”

Master! “As soon as the walrus looks different, he’s going to hit his back head with a copper bell.

But the old man turned his sword in his hand and went right into his mouth and hit him in the coffin.

He was too busy trying to make a sound, but he only heard the sound.

Then a sword of peach wood came through the back of the neck of the long old man.

I felt like the coffin was swung, and I was working on the other side.

Only the body of the long bow, with its head covered in the coffin, descended a little, like a bow of a man who stood up.

The mahogany sword was grafted against the coffin and increasingly came out of the back of the neck.

Following him is like a upside down willow, with his feet on the ground and his head on top of his coffin.

It’s coming too fast, and the hustling is completely blinded, and the red bell in his hand falls on the ground, with no face, and he shakes.

Or the man who was in charge of the candles, crying out, “Run away, the coffin cannot see blood!” I’m sorry.

He seemed to have reacted by taking off his robe and throwing himself at the old man ‘ s upside-down neck, slit his neck and covered his wounds.

Following the robe, the body was pulled back, he turned back, he went straight behind his back and went out.

Step by step, and say to me, “Please, we’re begging you, but if you die, you have to lie down in this coffin!” I’m sorry.

It’s going to be upside down and face me.

The Plumb Sword was only out there with a handle, holding his mouth large and round, as if he were laughing.

Because of the back, the nose and the nose flowed back, all of them on the husk long, and those who helped next to them were covered in blood with fragrance and feared that the water would drop in the temple.

Everyone outside the halls of God can’t say a word.

I was sitting alone in a coffin, looking at an empty temple, wondering what was going on.

Turn your head and look at the side of the coffin, a piece of pebble, a little hairy.

The white man, let me jump the stone bridge.

Those little girls, over the bridge.

What the hell is a bridge?

I was waiting, and I heard a groan from the side: “It’s another punishment.” I’m sorry.

I was so busy looking, I saw the white man standing by the coffin.

They’re stretching their long fingers and picking up the broken pebbles.

“Who the hell are you? * I’m so busy with the past and I’m never going to lay down *

Next casket, one person dies!

Hold the coffin to death and look at him.

“You don’t remember? “Tomorrow is the last day, and no coffin shall be laid.” Remember what I told you. When you cross the bridge, you have to jump off the bridge. I’m sorry.

“But the village won’t let you go. You can jump off the bridge with this. The white man handed me something.

“Why don’t the villagers let me run?” I didn’t answer it, I just looked at him and said, “Do I have to bury my grandmother like those little girls said? I’m sorry.

This house, Grandma’s the best for me, right.

But Grandma’s favorite is my brother, her grandchild.

If you really want a coffin, it’s supposed to be him.

But why should Grandma be buried?

“You’re not going to be buried, you’re going to be…” And the man in white was sad and he laughed, “Your grandmother’s double.” I’m sorry.

As if he did not want to say much, “Take my hand and put the pebbles in my hand: “Remember what I say if you want to live.” It’s the only thing I can help you with, remember. I’m sorry.

He had a cold palm, and he had a plume.

“What double? “I’m losing my mind.

What I’m trying to say is that my father’s roar is out there: “Pinky rain.” I’m sorry.

The white man looked me in the eyes with mercy.

Put my hand over my hand and force me to hold the piece of paper wrapped in pebbles.

After me, I felt a pain in the head, and I saw Venus.

When you open your eyes again, you see my dad standing angry in front of me.

The hand holding the fist, pointed it at my head, strangling again.

I’ve been hummed twice, and I’ve been looking at Venus for a while.

When he was a kid, he got angry, that’s it, holding his fist and stabbing my forehead with his fingerbone.

It’s either that or it’s a girl.

“You can’t even tie your rope to a coffin.” You’ve killed two people. You’re really gonna kill your brother and our family! I’m sorry.

“So let the rain come to the coffin? “And We put in our pockets the piece of paper wrapped in pieces of stone, covered in the stinging forehead of a ghost.

“He’s afraid of death. I’m sorry.

“What am I going to raise you for? You stare at me!” My dad turned his hand over to the candlestick next to me and threw it at me.

Fortunately, my mother rushed over and held him.

“Let go of me! I told you, I shouldn’t have raised her. I should have passed the bridge. Mom’s gonna keep her. Now it’s time to kill her and bury her in a coffin with Mom! “My dad didn’t like it. He threw a candlestick at me.

My side avoided the candlesticks, and my faint head caught a keyword: “What is a bridge? I’m sorry.

My father, who was still angry, was frozen in a moment, his eyes were scared and he walked back two steps.

My mom’s got a green face and she’s pushing my dad out.

This time my father didn’t resist, he couldn’t even look at me and he ran away.

“Oh, Sponge. “My mother went to the coffin and looked me in the eye and looked at me, “The old man is dead and you have to sit in the coffin. We’ll have a funeral tomorrow. I’m sorry.

“What do you want to eat? Mom made it for you, okay? * She’s blinding, she doesn’t even dare look at me. *

“Isn’t it a three-day law? “I feel wrong.

What happened to the early funeral?

And don’t you want me to eat?

I’ve been in my head, buried, replaced…

Give it back to my dad and bury it together anyway.

Mom? “I’m holding on to the coffin and trying to slide down.

But as soon as she moved, my mother grabbed me and opened her mouth and shouted, “Come on! I’m sorry.

Outside the temple, those people came in and threw me in the coffin.

Then a couple of ropes, entangled hands, entangled feet, tied me to a coffin with large flowers.

Mom! Mom! What the hell is this? “I’ve been hungry for a day. I can’t get out.

But I just opened my mouth, and I don’t know which one, pulling a rag off the confession table, rubbing it in and stuffing it in my mouth.

“As long as the coffin is in the ground. “My mother took a rooster with water in her eyes.

“It will soon be all right.” I’m sorry.

Those who followed those who did, took the coffin and covered me and the cock.

Just put a stitch on my head and let me breathe.

4

I was tied to a coffin and watched my mother’s head unbelievably and left the temple.

Those who have tried to turn their heads and look at these practices with fear on their faces.

When I look into my eyes, I look away, but no one will help me or tell me what’s going on.

Even more, they’re starting to look at me!

I couldn’t even struggle because my hands and feet were wrapped up in a coffin, like spiders lying around.

He changed his robe, looked dark, looked at me and turned his head and started to do things.

Once again, there’s a lot going on in the temple, like the old man’s death was just a small episode.

Apart from the temples, there are occasional cries.

Two nights in a row, another day of hunger, and the struggle that just took place, I fell asleep in this loud voice.

I don’t know whether I woke up hungry or with the sound of a cannon or the sound of a coffin.

It was only then that the coffin had been carried to the front door, and my father was wearing a filament and a relic.

My brother, who hasn’t shown up, is carrying bamboo sifts dressed for sacrifice and carrying his grandson.

On both sides of the road, there were people standing there, many of them visiting Grandma in New Year, who would also be wearing a filial dress, either numbing on the face or happy with it.

No one’s looking at me.

The Waldorf made a road offering and did not know who raised his voice and drank: “All of the —shattering — all of them — back — back away — here — out — dead”! I’m sorry.

As it began, Hodor spread out a piece of white paper, asking for the best, the best, the best, the best and the best.

And fear that the people will not understand or say anything, and that they will turn away from it when they are born.

It’s even said it three times, and it’s been asked one round.

The whole thing was serious, and even the village chief was very important.

While this is empty, the old Chiang, who helped with the candle offering, gave smoke to the casketmen: This casket is not a good one. Let’s do it together. Look at my gestures. I’m sorry.

The eight men who carried the coffin looked at me and smoked in silence and noded their heads in a heavy spot.

With the avoidance and the killing of chickens leading the way, the hustler burned the road leading.

But the strange thing is that when money was thrown, there was a wind in the air.

A lot of paper money floats with the wind, and it does not land at all, and it floats with it.

The hull was dazzled and caught a rice and spilled into the air.

The grain of rice fell on paper money, which was just swayed by the wind.

“The paper will not fall, the ghost will not enter the spring. “The oldest casketist, who took a look at me, put a cigarette on me, and said, “It’s hard to buy a road. I’m sorry.

He was so tense, but when the funeral arrived, he had to drink a long drink.

Those who carry the caskets will be inhaled, waiting for their hair to rise and rise at the same time.

And that’s when I suddenly heard the laughter again.

The rooster strapped to my back, it seemed like it started “blah” with the egg hen.

However, several rounds of firecrackers were to be put in front of the coffin, and none of the men seemed to have heard the noise of the cock.

With the sound: “Arise the coffin! I’m sorry.

“Huh!” I’m sorry.

Let’s do this!

And that’s when my body was tied to a coffin.

The casket lifters were taller than they were, and the back one, because they were too hard, and they almost jumped.

It’s a good thing those on one side are holding on to the coffin.

The coffin was lifted, but the line was not tightened, as if it were light.

My dad and my brother had a coffin, and they seemed to be relieved, and they were busy putting a leader and saying, “Let’s go.”

The casket handlers are not looking good, but they’ve given a lead. They have to walk with their heads on their heads and with their coffins.

I was lying in a coffin, watching this half loose rope, and I knew it was wrong.

Even if the coffin was empty, it wouldn’t be too tight for me and the coffin.

But my dad and my brother really thought it was all right.

Grandma had a good reputation in the village, had a funeral home, had a table set up not far from my house, put candles, distributed a round of paper money and set firecrackers.

But whoever spreads paper money will be windy, floating in the air, floating, not landing.

As the funeral team marches forward, the money of the paper that floats in the air increases, as if it were a ghost.

Those who sent the spirit also felt wrong and started whispering.

The firecrackers are ringing, and no one else can hear the cock all the way.

It’s like hens just laid eggs and it’s like they’re laughing.

After a few sacrifices, many of the children ran to the side of the road, or ran away with paper money in the air or picked firecrackers.

Thirty-fifty percent of them came and went around the casket, while they were picking up and singing, “The ghost is raising the casket, the rooster is barking, and the son and son are not laughing.” Paper money, fragrance, candles and springs. I’m sorry.

They sing like they read in school class.

And they come and go, and they pick up a firecracker from time to time, burning it with incense.

I saw the coffin lifted up, my father and the hole rained, and my face began to sink.

Hudo has longed for others and has driven the children away.

I was lying in a coffin, looking around.

Listening to them singing “The Ghost Lifts the casket” and watching the light-floating casket rope, they were busy looking down.

But I was tied to the middle of the coffin, with my head down, my chin under the cover of the coffin, and I could not see it under.

I had to put my head on the coffin and look to the side.

But I still can’t see what’s underneath the coffin, and I can only look down a bit along the coffin.

But he saw a little white hand with a coffin on it, holding it up.

Maybe I was looking at that little girl sitting on me last night, stomping out of the coffin.

She smiled at me and then she shrunk back.

There’s only a pair of white hands, and they’re holding the coffin.

Don’t be stupid. I know that. They’re kids!

Master Hu also started to be afraid of the fairy tales that the children sang and caught a living rooster and killed him.

And the chicken blood and the rice, a metre of it, was delivered to the candle burner.

I don’t know what’s going on. The candle-burning man came this way.

Every step, grab a piece of rice and spill it over my head.

The rice was mixed with chicken blood, a sticky smell, splattered over my head, strewn my face, and some fell in my eyes.

As the chicken blood fell, screams were heard under the coffin.

Following the previously light-floating casket rope, a little bit straight.

Those who carry the caskets turn their waists a little, and they even start to walk, and the casket goes down a little bit.

As if he had been prepared to take out some of the signs and put them on the sarcasm.

There was another group of casketers, stretching out the poles to the line of the casket, shouting, together with the saloons.

This isn’t going to land!

Master Hu looked at me again and pulled a yellow cloth with a charm and blindfolded me.

I couldn’t see anything at once, but I felt the coffin lifted up.

As if everything had gone well, except for the sound of a firecracker and the worship of the faithful sons and daughters to the men who sacrificed their lives on the road, and the sound of a whistling, and the sound of the cock laughing.

But my heart went down a little bit, and Grandma died weird, and as long as I went down, I would die.

It’s even more strange that you want to come and say “scrambling” to your daughter.

But Grandma is a famous midwife in the village. She’ll die, and so many people have set a road offering.

I’m a double now that the rain is pouring out. Are you really going to bury her?

It’s starting to get sour and scared.

Mom and Dad never liked me. I grew up with Grandma. She’s the best family ever.

But I know that all she really likes is the hole.

Every time she looks at me, she’s always out of her mind.

My father complained more than once to my grandmother about why he raised me and raised his son.

Without me, he could have had an extra son.

But every time Grandma paid for his private room, he said he didn’t understand.

And then when I was older, my dad felt sorry for me, saying that if I had the talent to read, it would have been for someone else.

It’s always like I’ve taken a lot of school talent, and I’m either beating or scolding.

Grandma’s always groaning and making me soup.

One time my dad came by and I gave him the soup to make him drink.

But my dad just had two. Grandma saw it. She was so pale.

It’s snorting again, and it’s soaping.

Since then, Grandma has told me that the soup is for my body. Only girls can drink it, not for their father or for my brother.

And after that, my dad felt like I was gonna hurt him, and every time I saw him, I had to raise my hand twice.

So I saw him, I walked around.

I’m hungry all day and night, and I think about the soup, and my stomach is barking.

What kind of soup is that?

I thought about it as if it was a oxen belly.

Grandma cooks for me every few days, I’m alone.

That’s why everyone said Grandma was nice to me.

It’s the belly. It’s not good. It tastes good.

But I’m gonna, like, starve to a little bit of that smell.

I guess I ate too much when I was a kid.

Grandma always told me that I’m not well, that I can only eat for myself.

Maybe I’ll never eat again.

I was starving, and I heard a little girl sing a fairy tale in front of me: “Cross the bridge, baby cross the bridge.” I’m sorry.

And with that sound, the rooster on my back, I laughed.

The casket ropes were also tightened with the cuckoo.

The coffins carried by 16 people are slowly sinking.

I look up and I want to see where it is.

With a head up, a wind rolls up, and it blows in white, and the wreaths of paper.

In this wind, it seems to hear the voice of the man in white.

Followed by a yellow cloth covered in my eyes, ripped open by a white hand.

That’s when I found out that I was at the stone bridge in the village.

It’s a ferocious wind, it’s gonna lead the way, it’s gonna float in the air.

And on the stone bridge, a group of little girls, big or small, held hands, and three laps and three laps of them were like playing games, bouncing and singing, “Just passing the Narho bridge and crossing the slab bridge.” Neither father nor mother, but himself. The slab bridge came down from Naho bridge, and the next generation neither cried nor suffered. I’m sorry.

The bridge again.

As they sing, it seems that the coffin is getting heavier, the more the line of the casket is tightened, the more 16 men are carrying the casketers, and it is still useless to shout in the paper money of the wind.

The lower the bow, the laughter of the rooster on my back, the laughter, the sound of the trumpet, the squeezing.

Everyone around this time heard this cock laughter.

I tried to look up and see what happened.

But when he looked up, he saw the white man standing in front of the coffin, pointing towards me with the stone bridge, with mercy.

At the same time, my hand suddenly touched the paper bag he gave me.

And suddenly there is something in the heart, and the fingers are curled up, and the thin piece of paper is pulled out of it.

It’s a strange thing. The rock seems to be very sharp.

Turn your finger, cut it on the rope, and the thumb-grass rope breaks.

And We were busy, while they were raising their coffins, and We cut the rope in a veiled life.

Just as I cut off all the ropes on my back, with that sarcophagus on my back, all of a sudden with my neck around my neck:

It’s long up against me, with its feet on my back, as if it had the strength to press down.

It’s a small, heavy coffin, and it’s like a bang.

Without the rope, I fell from the coffin.

I fell head-to-head, I used my hands and feet, and I didn’t get up.

Then I heard my father drink, “Take her, she will not follow her coffin into the earth. You who brought my mother to life will die!” I’m sorry.

I’m listening to the moment, which means I’m really going to bury Grandma?

Why do all the babies that Grandma’s delivered die?

5

All of them threw at me.

I’ve got a tight heart, I can’t think much, and I’m going to roll around, and I’m going under the coffin.

And that’s when the demon wind gets bigger and the wreaths of paper are scraped.

Don’t tell me you can’t even open your eyes.

I used it, almost with it, to climb from the crowd to the rock bridge.

The white man, who was floating by the bridge, waved to me, suggesting that I should pass.

Strangely, he lets me run with water, but where he stands, he is up on the bridge.

If I run through the water, I have to cross the bridge.

But now I choose to trust him!

He climbed the bridge with his hands and feet and pulled down the grassline between his waist and the robe.

And as I threw that stale grass rope down the rock bridge, all the ghost girls were slapping their hands and laughing at me.

I didn’t even have time to see where the water was under this rock bridge.

I’m gonna jump right out of my mouth!

It’s a strange thing. It’s usually not just the water on my knees. I jump and it just goes up.

The water’s on me. It’s floating in the water.

I choked on water, I used it, I remembered.

“She wants to borrow water and pass across the bridge.” Squawk her through the bridge. Otherwise those things will follow her out and go home to revenge! I’m sorry.

I was in the water before I could get up, and I got hit with something.

The body fell into the water again, but the water did not seem to be deep enough but to the knee.

I put my hand up to stand up and my back was smashed.

My mother was crying, “Oh, come on, be good! You save your brother…”

Save my brother?

Let me bury my grandmother.

But I’m hungry and dizzy and I can’t get up with a rock.

And that is when the face of the white man appeared under the water, and it seemed as though he had raised his hands and raised me up.

“Turn through the bridge, run along, don’t look back! He pushed me in haste.

A wave is up, my body is up.

When you can’t look down at what you hit, you pull your legs and run down the water.

And behind them were my parents crying and screaming, “She’s going to cross the bridge! I’m sorry.

And the girls laughter, “Cross the bridge, cross the bridge! I’m sorry.

I followed the water and ran.

The greasy pebbles in the river, which would have seemed to have not slipped at all, as if I had stepped on the ground every step of the way, and even the current seemed to hold me.

My mother cried in the back: “Come back, don’t run.” You ran away. This is gonna kill your brother. Please come back and save your brother! I’m sorry.

In her eyes, save my brother with my life.

I wouldn’t do it, I killed him!

Come on! She’s going through the bridge. Go after her. She can’t go through the bridge! @Assam: #Jan25

There seemed to be someone yelling behind him, and then he jumped.

And as the water splattered, I stepped on the water and drilled into the cave beneath the stone bridge, the cold breath of which was freezing out of me.

The river is not so deep, there are a bunch of kids carrying crabs in the river during the summer, and the village’s elders, whoever they see, will tell them that they can’t cross the stone bridge, and there are ghosts in the caves.

I was curious to ask the teacher, saying it’s dark under the bridge, it’s not safe to hide snakes.

It’s going to get under the rock bridge, like it’s going into the freezer, and it’s going to get cold.

It’s like there’s a laugh behind me, but there’s the baby’s cry, and there’s the woman’s cry, and there’s a painful sobbing.

Even more, they shouted, “Seven women why did you hurt me and why did you hurt my son?” I’m sorry.

The voices of those people seem to be very bitter, as if they were screaming and screaming behind my head.

I finally know why I can’t turn back, bite the tremors, go straight through the bridge hole and run down.

But as soon as we got out of the bridge, the light came out, and we saw ten people, and their pants were wet, standing outside the bridge, and reaching out to me.

The river itself is not wide, but the dyke is pretty high.

On the other side of the bridge, who came after me, I didn’t even run until I stayed in the bridge.

Even now, these men are afraid to enter the bridge.

But the voices of hatred are still screaming behind my head, and I fear not to turn back, lest I be swallowed up.

“The hole is wet.” You know how many people you’re gonna kill? I’m sorry.

When he sank, he lost something and hit me on the bend.

I was in the water, and I was in the water.

But they didn’t pull me up, but they looked up at the long alley on the bridge.

“She’s already through the bridge, pull her up, and she’ll probably be useful!” I’m sorry.

I’m going to feel my legs so soft, completely distraught, I don’t know what this is.

When two people pulled my arm and dragged me up.

I suddenly heard a snoring and turned my head.

I saw the white man with a crush on a group of girls standing outside the bridge cave and looking at me.

The girls laughed at me and waved at me.

In the dark of the cave, the hair is thick and wet, the lower body is covered in blood, the belly is raised, the head is down, the woman is weeping, standing under the hole, staring at me with resentment.

As I looked back, they looked up to me.

“Seven women…”

But the men in white drank, as if they were afraid of him, and went back in a state of extreme discomfort.

I’m a little confused about what’s going on in this cave.

Those men pulled me out and forced me to go to the river.

The people up there pulled me up.

Everyone was silent, even the wind stopped, and the money that was floating in the air slowly fell.

But it just fell on the river, but for a moment, the entire river was a drop of lead money.

The spirit of the baby girl by the bridge, who stepped on paper money and did not walk back to the water.

They’re still singing, “Cross the bridge, baby cross the bridge. Just over the Naho Bridge, and over the Stonestone Bridge. Neither father nor mother, but himself. The slab bridge came down from Naho bridge, and the next generation neither cried nor suffered. I’m sorry.

The man in white was sending them, walking away on paper money, smiling at me and turning around into a bridge hole.

The women, who were covered in blood and had their capes, seemed to have disappeared.

I sat on the bridge, and I thought I might have guessed what was going on.

And that’s when the head hurts.

“I’ll kill you and let you run!” I’ve raised you so big you’re gonna kill your whole family. I’m sorry.

My mother didn’t stop it this time, and others seemed to be silent, but symbolically, without even pulling.

Not for a while, I think I’ve got a headache, but I don’t have the strength to struggle.

In the end, the walrus sank: “Stop it! I’m sorry.

Then he looked at me and looked at the coffin that had fallen down, and said, “The coffin fell down, and the earth was settled.” I’m sorry.

It is true that once the coffin is landed, it must be buried in place, and then the coffin will turn into a corpse.

Not to mention Grandma’s death was so strange that no one would dare lift it.

But the coffin fell steadily in the middle of the road and just by the bridge.

Don’t talk about cars, they’re too crowded to walk.

No one said anything.

It doesn’t make sense!

The village chief was too busy talking to him, and those who sent him to him became angry.

It was as if they had made a big effort for Grandma’s funeral, and some even came back a thousand miles away, begging my grandma to go to the ground and find peace, and then it happened.

It’s not as good as his master when he accuses him of being useless; it’s not like my brother would have died if he hadn’t caused trouble!

They’re surrounded, and they’re not tired of it.

“Take her to her old house and lock her up.” This casket, we’ll build a stable, I’ll figure it out! I’m sorry.

He seems really scared. He looks like he’s dripping.

I was dragged back and looked back, and the souls of the girls who stepped on the road and ran away.

But beneath the Cave is as though it were darker, as if it were another earth and earth.

My dad’s got a headache about Grandma’s coffin. I don’t have time for this.

I was taken to my grandma’s house by a couple of aunts who dragged me all the way to see me in curiosity and compassion.

There were a few whispers back there, and I heard them.

“The one who was raised by her as a child, so that she could be a substitute for her sins.” I’m sorry.

“Really? What about your granddaughter? She was raised again, and she was heartless. I’m sorry.

“My granddaughter? She let someone else’s granddaughter cross the bridge? But the bridge, what kind of double? I’m sorry.

“Ooh! I didn’t even know she was doing this. It’s too bad. I’m sorry.

“At that time, no way. I’m sorry.

“She didn’t just cross the bridge, but she was told that she was a midwife and had done it in secret, and that many people had died. I’m sorry.

“Hey! Didn’t you hear earlier that her family was hooked up with Chen’s blind bitch? I’m sorry.

“This has been seen by many people, sometimes under a bridge hole, sometimes on the slope behind. If you can’t see Chen, you can’t lie to her for two sugars.

“And then he knocked up that stupid bitch’s belly. She’s stupid, I don’t know. Nor will anyone else be a sinner, nor will they be a sinner, but no one will light it. I’m sorry.

“The blind Chen can’t see either. When the baby is born, the stupid woman calls her belly ache, and the blind Chen knows. To say that the child was not his, the village chief called her to deliver the baby in the fear of something. I heard it’s coming out, Seven.

The right hand stretches forward: “The child is put back, and the bitch is alive and dead.” I’m sorry.

I heard it here, sprained my head and looked at her.

There’s a blind Chen in the village and he’s married to a stupid bitch.

She’s not really stupid. She’s just the last generation of mothers who are retarded, the father’s a little psychotic and beat her up, so she’s always scared.

The family was poor and had never attended school and had been sold hundreds of dollars by her father to Chen.

And I remembered, in the New Year’s rain, the porridge snuck into my grandmother’s pocket with two bottles of porridge, and I ran into her and looked at me.

One time I came back from town and I saw him sneaking that stupid bitch out of the cave.

At the time, that stupid bitch was wet.

Kong Rain said he saved her and asked me to change her clothes.

I didn’t think about it. Now listen to these ladies.

The poignant congee tricked that stupid bitch in that bridge hole…

Also, under the bridge, a one-metre-wide plane was built around each other, full of grass and by the water.

Besides the fact that people in the village always use ghosts down there to scare people.

Even if I did, the light was dim, and there was nothing.

So what?

There’s something disgusting in the village, everyone knows it, but it won’t be broken.

But even if Chen didn’t admit that the boy was his, she was born.

Why did Grandma push the baby back?

I don’t know why, I thought of Grandma’s well-maintained, little white hands.

When she died, each finger was broken and bent like a broken chicken claw.

Six.

I asked those aunts how Grandma died.

But they listen to me. They’re afraid of me. They don’t talk to me.

Pushed me all the way to the old house and locked me in Grandma’s house.

On this road, as many people saw, I called for help.

But whoever I call, they seem to ignore me.

Grandma’s house is familiar, she’s a Buddha, she’ll give you a fragrance, and it’ll smell like a fragrance.

They’re afraid I’ll run away again. They nailed the doors and windows.

I was soaking wet that I had to find my grandmother’s clothes in the closet and find some cookies or something to fill my stomach.

Stuck in bed, thinking about the weird things of these three days, and fell asleep.

I’m like a grandmother in my dream.

She’s looking at the stupid bitch who’s almost covered in blood in the lower half of her body, and she’s wailing over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again, and she’s like, “The Seven…

The kid’s got a head, no black hair.

The heads are covered with numerous fingernails, thick, thick headbrushes, all of which look like a face.

And as that side squeezed a little bit, the faces of those heads began to distort.

It’s like screaming with that stupid bitch, like, “Seven! I’m sorry.

Followed by the hands that were always above my head, they held the baby’s head steady, but not to drag it out, but to push it in.

One hand goes even further to the baby’s head and stretches in.

The stupid bitch screamed, “Seven women.” I’m sorry.

But the old saying is, the fool’s strong, she’s screaming and the baby’s head is coming out.

And then that stupid bitch had a twisted face and suddenly laughed.

I hear that laughter, I’m just so scared.

It’s like when I’m in my coffin, the cock laughs in my arms.

“Bitch, get your big grandson over the bridge! We’re going to Na Ho Bridge again? The stupid bitch even sat up.

And as she smiled, the hair on the head of the baby that had just surfaced seemed to have turned into an open mouth, and laughed with “blah.”

I can’t see Grandma. I can only see that hands back to the baby’s head.

This time, both hands went in, even tighter, and turned.

The blood gusheth out, and the well-maintained hands gusheth in the blood.

More blood, leaning on Grandma’s arm, ticking down.

“Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

The tummy, which was raised and forcibly pushed into the foetus, struggled in it and bled down.

Not for a while, she’s dead.

Grandma, from the old cabinet next to her, took the needle and sewd it down.

Then he came out, and said to the blind man, “She is a dumb bitch who did not know how hard she was, who was not born, and who was dead twice. I’m sorry.

The blind man, Chen, just smiled and remembered himself with a bamboo stick, and my brother ran up to his back.

But it was like I was kicking on me, and my body sank down, and I woke up.

It’s only time to hear the window knocking from outside. Plumb. I’m sorry.

The village doesn’t know my name, it’s just that Grandma calls me Sponge, and then she calls me after me.

I was busy looking at the window.

The old-fashioned squared sub-window with a glass in the lower left corner breaking a hole in the size of the fist just to see the outside.

I’m called Qin’s daughter. She’s got red eyes. The whole person’s got something to say about.

And when you saw me, you laughed at me: “I heard you jumped the slab bridge and ran through the hole.” Yeah, that’s it! How can they save others’ lives by doing their own sins? I’m sorry.

“What the hell is going on? “I’ll still be dazed, I’ll think of what I just dreamed, and I’ll be upset.

“Drink it, the coffin is in the middle of the bridge and the village has a headache.” Even if anyone didn’t hire your grandmother to deliver the baby, they’d be worried about you. I’m sorry.

All I can think of is the hands with the baby’s head back and back.

Just think about it, just chill.

I didn’t have to ask you to laugh at me. “Your grandmother was a good woman from the years she was a midwife. Who in this village said she was bad?” I’m sorry.

“Your grandmother should be dead by 73rd year. But she will not end well, and she will pay for it! Qin’s aunt smiled nicely.

Seventy-three, eighty-four, the King won’t invite himself.

I squeezed the bottle, and I was afraid to drink: “How did she die?” I’m sorry.

That dream was true.

Now I’m wearing my grandmother’s clothes, sleeping in her bed, dreaming about what happened to her.

But I don’t know how Grandma died.

“Why don’t you drink water? Drink! “Your grandmother gave birth to your father and became a midwife to earn more food.” But in those years, no one had enough to eat. Who wants to raise a girl, who wants to be a midwife? I’m sorry.

“But being born, passing the Naho Bridge is a life. Killing is the end of sin. So there’s the bridge, you know? Qin aunt squint at me and laughed all over her face.

I’m going to think of all the girls who’ve been singing about the bridge, so that’s how you kill them?

“is to wash the bed, fill it with water, and then build two slabs right and right. The midwife was carrying a newborn baby and put his arm on a slab. Singing the baby across the bridge, over the bridge…

As soon as I heard that pussy, my brain was full of blood, baby’s head, and my stomach was smoking.

“Alas, the baby fell in the water. The baby drowned!

Then he turned his head towards me and said, “This is what was born, and his arms will not be put on a plank long enough to fall into a pot full of water, and he drowned a few times. I’m sorry.

“The stone bridge in the village, which was not there before, is a plank bridge. The river, however, is said to be fratricidal, so that every funeral takes place through that bridge. Your grandmother is a man who crosses the bridge with a baby girl, and then finds a broken altar and puts it under the river. Qin’s aunt smiled.

“So the girls’ souls will be kept in the altar and will not be charged with murder by the temple. I’m sorry.

She looked at me and said, “She was afraid of evil, and left the placenta, and the cannon was made of a purple river. She said there were twins, the girls, and she had a way to keep them away from her. I’m sorry.

I heard what was coming up here, squeezing the water bottle.

The Qin aunt doesn’t care about it, but it’s still the secret: “The fact that she crossed the bridge really reduces the guilt of those who gave birth to her children, so the public says she’s delivered well, and the reputation rises, and the more she does, the more she earns. Under the river cleavage, more and more jars are buried. I’m sorry.

“It’s not like it’s a good thing to cross a bridge, but it’s not about the father, it’s about the mother, it’s about the mother. Qin’s words have become mysterious.

But when I heard those stories about the girl, the whole body was cold, holding the bottle, and I couldn’t even look at her.

“Don’t you drink water?” I’m sorry.

“Not thirsty. I hold the bottle, I look at her, and you go on. I’m sorry.

She smiled and didn’t care.

“Everyone was poor and lacked food and clothing, because a chicken, a dish, or a plow of water, and the chicken pecked and scolded.” I’m sorry.

“You know what’s the best word for scolding? Qin’s tone is also very high.

I squeezed the bottle and shook my head.

I haven’t been allowed to play with kids in the village since Grandma said I’m a girl, I can’t go to school.

“The birth attendant died. Qin’s aunt laughed.

She’s laughing exactly like I was in a dream and I’m hugging a cock.

I was so scared that the bottle of mineral water sounded twice.

He was busy placing a bottle of mineral water and kicking it away.

The Qin aunt seemed to be awakened by the sound of a water bottle, and the tone became normal again: “Then two families with their grievances, they always wanted revenge.” Think about it. If you want to give a pill to a guy who died, you suddenly have a pregnant woman, and you know the most famous midwife in the village will cross the bridge. Then you said it wasn’t easy to ask her for a favor. I’m sorry.

Auntie Qin raised her hand and made it look like she was in a dream.

Then he turned his head at me, and looked at me in the shadows, and said: “As of that time, women worked in their fields, and were strong, they were not nourished, and they died more. Just hold the child’s head while the baby is delivered, so that the child can’t give birth and die. I can’t afford to marry my wife and children anymore. I’m sorry.

She said, “This is the one whose hands are smitten, and she wants to come when she curses, and she asks your grandmother to take revenge when someone gives birth.” Your grandma’s business is getting better. I’m sorry.

“How do you know? I’m sorry.

But she didn’t come back to me, and she just kept stretching out her hand to make a toast. Your grandmother, afraid of the ghost baby’s revenge, sews it down, stitches the ghost baby inside her, so she doesn’t come out looking for her. I’ll cut something, put it in the knobs, with those that cross the bridge. I’m sorry.

The more Qin laughs.

Just like an egg hen, with his head on his head and a smile.

I’ll be perfectly sure that Auntie Qin is in trouble.

But she laughter at me in front of the furry glass: “As soon as more and more altars were buried under the river dyke, and the village was afraid of trouble, it was you who gave me, I gave me, I rebuilt the dyke, and the stone bridge, and they would never be able to cross the bridge, they would never be able to go to the bridge, and no one would go to the palace to sue your grandmother, and the king would not be in charge of doing evil. I’m sorry.

“Your grandma is great, isn’t she? She would also put away the twins’ clothes for the girls who had crossed the bridge and eat them for the boys who had been born normally. I’m sorry.

“Do you know why you put the baby’s twin clothes away? Qin looked at me, and my eyes were like the eyes I saw the other night, like glass balls.

“To raise your double? If you eat those tweezers, they’ll find you. So you cross the bridge, they cross the bridge, and now they can go to Naho Bridge. But there’s still a delivery girl. Qin’s tone is starting to get dark.

Then the glass-like eye beats up and down, and laughs: “So the women will retaliate against the people of the village, and they will want you to bury them alive instead of your grandmother, saying that they helped them with the revenge, so that the women would be angry.” I’m sorry.

She said she reached out of that broken glass.

The only advantage of that old square window glass is to break a little bit, with nails and wooden chutes hanging around it, and not fall off.

But where the glass was broken, the fists were big, and the Qin aunt would stretch out with her hands, first the clothes were scratched by the glass, and then the glass was squeezed down.

She came in with her arms out of a plaid window, and she squeezed her head in, and the whole window squeezed.

She’s got her hands around the window stand below, she’s upside down, she’s crawling in, she’s laughing.

These two voices, combined with her weird position, the eyeballs that beat in her eyes, are very bad.

I couldn’t help but be afraid to turn around and grab the up stool and just look at her head and knock her out.

Hold on to the bed frame, put her foot on her head and try to kick her out, but she seems to be stuck in the middle of the window.

And just as I was raising my hand, the bottle of mineral water that I threw aside started to “kick” again, as if it had been squeezed by someone.

I pushed my aunt out, and I looked her head off.

Only that unopened bottle, as if there were little insects permeating.

It’s like a watered baby, and the bigger it gets, the more the bottle goes.

And as it got bigger, it was like a bunch of dead, white hands holding them in the water, trying to get out of the bottle!

7

The water bottle was so big that it saw more and more permeable hands in the water, and it was bursting with a bang.

Following a hand, like when we were very young, we had crabs in a bottle, stretching out our claws, cuddled with a bottle, crawling out a little bit.

But it’s not a crab, and when one hand crawls out, it pulls a cape, and the lower half is blood, and it’s a little belly.

First out was that stupid bitch I met.

As soon as she came out, she looked up and staring at me with resentment: “The Queen. I’m sorry.

She’s only got a bottle in her head, but I’m scared to death!

And as soon as she came out of the bottle, it seemed like she had a long body.

The bottle was filled with women in distress, and they crawled out of the side of the bottle one by one.

The voices of resentment are coming.

“The Seven. I’m sorry.

“The Seven. I’m sorry.

“The Seven. I’m sorry.

In a little while, there were more and more women standing in front of the water bottle.

I don’t know where the force pushed her out of the head.

As these women crawled out, the blood smell slowly spread in the house.

One by one, they had the fetus twisting in it, raised abdomen, stomping towards me and reaching towards me.

I cried “Save” and “Fire” but nobody talked to me.

I’ve seen more and more of them, and I’ve looked at the windows that Auntie Qin is trying to drill in, and I’m going to bite my teeth and get out of here.

But just as I was stretching my hand to the window, my head to the outside…

All of a sudden!

Whispering hands softly, bodies lying on the ground.

Turn your head and look at these women, their little bellies, and suddenly their hearts get cold.

They’re treating me like I’m Grandma now. They won’t let me go!

That window was the only one I had, just like for babies trapped in their mother’s womb.

They also had only one living door, but were blocked by Grandma.

These women, too, have made me experience babies trapped.

That glare window, it’s enough to drill a head out, without a wide shoulder.

If I drill, I’m trapped.

Look at those women, stretch their hands, pull them at me.

When I look at the familiar room, I look at them in blood, and my heart becomes calm.

Grandmother’s work was so bad that she killed two people. She sewd her body to death and kept her mother and son trapped under the bridge.

So that everyone would walk through the bridge, it would be the same day that they would never turn on their feet.

But if it wasn’t for Grandma, I might have crossed the bridge.

She used me as a surrogate, but she finally let me live.

Since it’s my duty, it’s mine.

Otherwise, with so many lives and decades of resentment, what will we pay?

I looked at them, slowly calmed my mind, closed my eyes and leaned against the wall.

It’s just that I regret the heat the afternoon I heard of Grandma’s death, and some of my colleagues said some tea.

I’d really like to drink, but look, a cup of milk and tea is almost my day’s meal money, and I can’t afford it.

I don’t have anything to think about in this village but Grandma.

All I wanted to do was save a down payment and buy a house for myself outside and pick up Grandma’s house.

She kept telling me she didn’t want to stay in the village.

Perhaps she also knew that one day she would be avenged by these women.

“The Seven! “A voice of hatred was ringing in my ears and crushed me with countless cold hands.

My eyes were opened with both hands, and a few others broke my mouth, and two hands reached into my mouth, holding my tongue and preventing me from making any noise.

I suddenly knew how Grandma died.

Because I’m standing in front of an altar.

In instinctively stretching out to struggle, the women tied my hands and held my hands one by one.

Then he put it over my head, and they let me die and be trapped in it.

I’d like to shake my head, but there’s too many women in labor, and I’m all over them.

I can’t even close my eyes because they’ve been holding them.

They want me to watch how I’m being held to death.

I’ll give it back!

“Let her go.” I’m sorry.

Followed by a long, white hand, held the altar and removed it.

The white man, who looked at me with mercy.

“There’s something wrong, there’s money, there’s money.” I’m sorry.

The women seemed to be very respectful of him and slowly had to retreat into the corner, and then disappeared. Only the bottle of mineral water, which had been emptied, was still running down.

I look at this white man, who suddenly has a sense of security, and the whole man is loose and breathing against the wall.

“Let’s go. And even if they let you go, these people in the village, in order to avoid retribution, will let you take your grandmother’s place. He waved, locked, and opened.

And I looked at him, and looked at him, and said, “Why do I have to go into the earth? Why do you help me?”

The girl’s spirit. Call him “The River God.”

Look at his arrangements, let me walk through the bridge, but also to free them.

He laughed at me, “The girls were trapped, but they were trapped in the altar of the mother-in-law, and some were broken up by the blind man. They killed your grandmother first, the four-a-maid, huh…”

“Or, as before, to be a good man and a little muddy, to sew your grandmother’s body with secret tricks and trap her in your grandmother’s coat.” The old man offered to keep you in the coffin, burying all the women with their funerals. I’m sorry.

“But as you just saw, your grandmother’s soul is trapped in the altar by these women, who go to the temple, and the sins will not be borne by her.” If you don’t die, you’ll end up in the village with a girl-killer, or you’ll have to find your grandmother and kill her. I’m sorry.

“But if you can’t survive the bridge, the girls will live and be trapped in the altars beneath that bridge, and will never survive.” “I listened to their grievances for decades and tried to help them.” I’m sorry.

“And those in your village who fear retribution will surely bury you alive in the grief of the poor women, and I have sent them to the debtor.” He saw me and he extended his hand and opened the door, “Come on, let’s go. I’m sorry.

He didn’t tell me why he saved me.

But he apparently doesn’t care about the lives of the perpetrators in the village.

I don’t want to die, I’m in a hurry to turn around and walk out.

The man in white also handed me half of the mineral water: “This water was injected into the river so that they could follow it.” Now it’s coming out. Drink some water. They won’t bother you again. I’m sorry.

I’ve had my mouth shut, I’ve seen him, I’ve taken water, I’ve had my breath, I’ve pulled my legs out.

When I walked to the door, I was busy and turned my head at the man in white: “What shall I call you?” I’m sorry.

If it’s true, I’ll give him a tablet or something.

“Guazawa. He smiled at me and said I had to go.

Hirozawa…

I thought of it all the time.

Every time I was a child in July and a half, someone else’s house burned paper and took his ancestors home to sacrifice.

Grandma always takes me at midnight.

But unlike others, they burn paper all the way to their homes, and put a lot of sacrifice on the bridge, a lot of paper money, a lot of talk.

And I’ll stab her and my fingers and squeeze her blood on paper money.

When I hit it I cried, and she brought me something to eat and I sat down and she burned the paper.

Every year at this time, I see a man standing under a bridge and looking up.

I thought he was moaning my food and I’d hand him the food in his hand.

After two or three years, it’s ripe.

I’ll talk to Grandma while she’s not paying attention and ask him who he is.

He just told me his name was Hirozawa, either to steal the offering or to hear what Grandma said.

And then it got bigger, and I started to understand, and it felt wrong.

I told Grandma about it, and when she listened, she was afraid, and I was never going to follow her to the bridge.

Instead, I cut my fingers, squeeze some blood, put it on paper money every time I burn it.

Even now.

When I was in school, July was summer vacation, and even if I worked summer, she would call me back, let me put some blood on paper money, and she would burn.

At work, if I don’t take leave, she’ll let me take some blood, put it in the freezer and deliver it.

The reason for this is that when I was a kid, she made a wish.

Now she’s going to come after me with my blood to sacrifice the ghosts under the bridge!

All these years I’ve forgotten about Hirozawa.

He’s the god of the river, knowing exactly what Grandma did.

I looked at him and whispered, “Do you hear her burn paper at the bridge every year?

Then I can’t say it.

What’d you have?

If Grandma had confessed, she wouldn’t have kept me as a double.

However, she was also afraid that she would become pregnant under the bridge, where the bones were buried, and that the evil spirits would become her grandkids to seek her life in retaliation against Kong.

That’s why she’s back in her old business, killing her ass.

The blind man knew that, so he broke the altars of those who pretended to give birth and let them go.

Hirosawa remembered and smiled at me: “Come on. I’m sorry.

“Thank you!” I went straight out.

I’m familiar with the way out of the village, unless I cross the mountain back and go around another village, or I cross the bridge.

People don’t go to the mountains for firewood or anything. There’s no road. There’s lots of snakes and lots of boars.

But there must have been a lot of people at the bridge.

When I bite my teeth, I turn around and walk back.

As soon as he arrived on the hillside behind the village, he saw the rain standing there and a man speaking to himself.

There’s no fear on his face, as if he was laughing at someone.

But he’s faceless. There’s no one!

I’ve been thinking a little bit about the aunts saying that he’s been lying to that stupid bitch on the hillside.

Guangzawa also sent her to look for the debtor.

I looked at him and I hesitated to call him.

And that’s when the bells saw me.

He reacted immediately and yelled at me, “How did you get out of the hole?” He’s got a paper man, he’s got Grandma’s birthday written, and he’s going to let her get up from the coffin, and you’re going to cross the bridge and go to the chosen place. You want to run this time. I’m sorry.

“You have to take Grandma’s place, or I’m gonna get killed by you. He said that he ran at me with a big stick with a big baby’s arm.

So those who came to visit Grandma after New Year, instead of thanking her, came to shut up, so she wouldn’t have to go through the terrible things.

Guangji was right, and it was clear to me how to choose between the lives of so many people in the village, in the eyes of the Quran.

The hole ran towards me and shouted.

I suddenly felt ridiculous for what I was trying to save him.

Some people do bad things and may feel guilty when they’re calm.

For example, Grandma usually gives Buddha statues, smiles for sugar when she sees a child, it’s better for me, and I pay for college.

But that’s just making them feel better.

Once in danger, they continue to commit evil.

“Who were you talking to? I’m sorry.

There was a puddle of rain, and he turned his head towards the side.

He was the only one on the hill, and that stupid bitch knew when to show up next to him.

He’s got a big belly and he’s laughing at him.

The porcelain rain came to me, and his legs were shaking and his sticks were swinging.

But one after the other, with a stomach coming out behind her.

They’re just like me, stretching their hands, holding their eyes open and holding his hands.

Then she held the stick and was forced into the open mouth of the hole and stabbed down a little bit.

The eyelids of the plume were opened, trying to turn to me and to me for help.

But the skin of the crutches covered with his mouth, and covered with red blood.

Follow a little bit down…

I was reminded of the death of the old man and Hirozawa, who said, “There is no justice, there is no debt.”

My heart’s hair is stuck in my mouth so I don’t make a sound.

That was the only delay, and half of the long stick had been stabbed.

The puddle was crushed by so many women, unable to move their fingers, and had to look at the stick and stab him in the body.

Those women were staring at him and staring at me.

The voices of the villagers were heard not far away, and I took a look at the holes, which were slow to move, and ran towards the mountains.

8

I’m not really familiar with the way up the mountain, but when people run away, they inspire instincts.

As I ran across the hill, I heard a rush to come and shouted, “Damn it! The porosity of the rain had already been avenged, as had my master, and the porosus of the sarcophagus had run away, and the women who had been released had followed her in the village. Find her or you’ll die tonight! I’m sorry.

I don’t know who knocked and yelled, “She’s in the mountains! I’m sorry.

My heart is burning, but entering the mountains is not my strength.

Don’t let the girl cross the bridge.

It is the one who causes the death of a man to die, even if he is not directly involved, but among his relatives who have done so.

Plus four dead, no one wants to die on their own, or family members are killed, which is tantamount to telling others that the family had done these evils before.

The villagers were able to do everything in their power to search the mountains and try to arrest me.

I couldn’t get through it, and finally I thought about finding a remote, shrub-covered little pit, and shrunk into it.

I thought I’d wait till dark before I ran into town.

The little pit was too small, I wasn’t lying down for a while, people were stiff and sometimes bugs were crawling up to me with my collar.

In a short period of time, two or three people with sticks knocked on the bush and found it here.

They search and talk, “Is it really useful to bury the daughter of Kong alive?” I’m sorry.

“It’s the old Master’s idea. It’s always useful. I’m sorry.

“There’s one thing I didn’t understand. The girl who drowned across the bridge, she put the body on the altar, right? But what do you mean? Can you trap those women? I’m sorry.

“The hair of sheep water and fetal blood!” “A man with a wild sound, a chilling sound, “the one below, a little bit, cut it down, put it in that little altar. How else would the blind man know which one is a baby and which one is a dead woman? I’m sorry.

“He heard that she had thrown these hairs out of her coat and put them in her coat and clothed them for her birthday, so that they would stick to her body. As long as she is a step-daughter and is buried alive. I’m sorry.

“Hey, it’s also a sin. Somewhere else, there’s a daughter who doesn’t want it, but it’s okay. The blame is on the Seven-Aged, who is afraid that she will be punished. I’m afraid I’ll take responsibility. I’m sorry.

“The mother-in-law is going to be born, and she will push her head in, and she will die alive and alive. The other one was groaning.

And he said, “Is the daughter of the Kong or her granddaughter?” She didn’t want to.

I’m in the pit, trying to keep myself from thinking about it, and if I get out of the village, I’ll live.

But the more they seem to talk, the heavier the stick.

And I stood still, but I begged them not to move.

And that’s when all of a sudden, there was a smell of fragrance.

I felt bad in the moment, and I followed those who were knocking on the bush with a stick.

But the fragrance of the fragrance is as if it were held by a thread.

Before, when Grandma gave the Buddha incense, she told me that some people would make it out of blood, wrap it in their hair, and find the next of kin.

It’s a fragrance of hair.

The man who searched the mountain is still moving.

I’m in the pit and I can’t move.

If you get caught again this time, there’s no chance of running.

And that’s when a cold little hand shot my hands on the ground.

I looked at that little white hand, and I was scared.

It was the little girl who sat on the coffin and fed me water.

She was lying next to me, laughing at me, and handing me her hand: “The God of the River said you couldn’t escape, let me take you out. I’m sorry.

I don’t know why, I’m soft.

I can’t believe I believe these ghosts.

The little girl held me up from under the bush.

A dark breath passed on to me with her little hand.

There were three people with wooden sticks outside, and one person with a cell phone sent a message indicating that they would not move.

A man holds a fragrance in his hand, and it’s like a fragrance, drilling directly under the bush where I’m hiding.

But I’m down here, and they don’t seem to see me.

She smiled at me, “Have you been drinking water?” The river god will protect you, they won’t see you. River God is the best. He must have thought of it. I’m sorry.

So Hirozawa said that the water, without the river, was a lie to me, just to keep me safe.

With that little girl in hand, I feel like I’m invisible and I’m not even moving on a bush.

We passed the three men in silence and went to the village.

The little girl explained to me, “The river god wanted you to run from the bridge. He would have helped you if he told you to go. As a result, you run backwards in the mountains and the river god has to let me come. I’m sorry.

I didn’t expect that.

When we didn’t go far, we ran into the people who searched the mountain, and came this way in 30-50s, and everyone had a scent in their hands.

It will only be made of blood and hair.

The rain is dead, my blood is near, it’s just Mom and Dad.

They’re really trying to kill me.

My heart is sore, I hold the little girl’s hand, I walk towards the village.

It’s like people in the village are crying from time to time, like someone’s family is dead.

It followed Grandma’s path to her funeral and went to the bridge.

There were many people on the way out of the village in fear and panic, but no one seemed to see me and the little girl.

And the casket that fell upon the earth had been set up to cover the sun, and the harlot and the old Chiang, who made candles, were crammed with a man of paper.

I didn’t know he was a paperman. No wonder he understood that!

Just as we were passing through the shed, the originally sealed coffin was opened.

I only glanced and saw Grandma’s body lying in an inch in a coffin, sewn the body’s line and cut.

With the rumour that he was hiding, the women had been given a hair-cut coat to Chiang.

The old Chiang clothed the paper man with a pen and covered his grandmother’s picture and sewped his eyes.

He even took a pipe of blood from his grandmother ‘ s body and then put it in a pencil, where he lit blood on the head, chest and back of the paper with a photograph.

Chiang looks at it and smokes a smoke: “If you catch Kong’s daughter and let her be buried alive with her paper, it’s over.” I’m sorry.

“Hmm. We’ll have to put a black dog’s blood in the grave, and we’ll put a chain in it so they can never come out! “The walrus is so dazzling.

“The old Chiang, it’s a way to keep them alive, it’s too harsh.” We are…”

“Think about your master’s death, think about one or a village. We can’t! “It’s called Chiang’s paper man who smokes and spits smokes.

“The four mothers tried to save the people, so they sewd them in their coats, and then the first one died. I’m sorry.

Master Hu looked behind the hill. And groaned in the shadows: “The chief of the village died as she had died, and those who gave birth would not spare him. The old members of Liu’s family were also killed and heard that they had asked her to help and killed Yang’s daughter-in-law, who had taken water from them, two dead, both of whom died with their eyes open. I’m sorry.

“The candles are burning all over the spring. Everyone walked through the bridge and put them under it, and there was a lot of blame and retaliation. If we don’t trap them again, you and I will both die. “The old Chiang shoots the dry smoke pot on the ground and laughs, “If you think so, it’s worth dying. I’m sorry.

“If it is not for the evil spirits to put down their anger and keep their eyes open, She was born and died like her sister across the bridge. I’m sorry.

“Even now, Confucius prefers to have a more lazy, old-age son and not a more college daughter. After all, the son is home to himself and the daughter to another. “The old Chiang sighs. “O Hu, you’re a long-time dead ghost.” I’m sorry.

I heard my hair was shaking, and there was a dead sister in front of me.

I don’t know why, the little girl who held my hand, who used to smile on her face, flashed through her dark anger.

Pull me to the bridge and signal me to go.

The slab bridge is right ahead, and I’ve walked it countless times before, but I never felt it so cold.

How many people in the village know what’s underneath this bridge?

Just as I was going to lift my feet, Hojo’s phone was ringing.

He listens to two words, he’s dazzling, and he’s turning his head at the old Chiang Road: “The hole is running away!” I’m sorry.

The old Chiang changed his face and then the paperman was released: “Well, then, you’ll have to do it hard.” I’m sorry.

I don’t know what a tough move it is to take my little girl.

Ride on my bridge, “Come on, jump in the river, go!”

I didn’t know what was going on, but I heard a groan, and then I pulled a yellow paper out of my arms, and a picture of the man who did it.

It’s written on my birthday, and it’s my picture.

In the middle of the day, the hawks began to drink, saying, “There’s a problem, there’s a problem. All sides will listen to her. She’s here!”

I don’t know what’s going on, but it feels like I’m being held by a little girl.

Looks like the slab bridge is right in front, and the little girl pulls me up.

But that’s when my parents stormed out on both sides of the bridge and jumped at me.

They seem to see me, jump right and right, and they just knock me down.

That little girl, she screamed.

I wasn’t prepared to get knocked down by my dad and punched me twice: “Let you run!” You killed your brother and you killed the whole village! I’m sorry.

The little girl was screaming, but she was a ghost and couldn’t help.

I’ve been shot in the eye and I’ve lost my last thought.

“Stop fighting.” I’m sorry.

Chiang pulled my dad away and looked at me and suffocated.

My mother was just looking at me, “How could you harm your brother?” You killed your brother, you’ll lose your life. I’m sorry.

I killed him because I didn’t want to die?

It’s him!

And I sat on the earth, and my nose was bleeding, and I laughed.

Even Chiang knows that the son is a treasure in their eyes.

Just as I turned my head, he and Chiang were staring at the little girl next to me.

Suddenly my heart moved, I stood up, pushed the little girl and sank at her, “run!” I’m sorry.

Master Hu just said, and she heard, to keep us alive forever.

They’re going to save the village. Neither me nor their lives!

“You’re still running! My dad punched me again.

I’ve been dead twice. I lost my blood.

When he punched in, he went straight through.

Following the force of this foot, he turned and pulled the little girl on the bridge.

As he ran, he shouted, “Gosawa! Hirozawa!

But the little girl stood there looking straight at my parents and whispering, “That’s my mom and dad.

I was so shocked, I looked at the girl and I realized that she and I had a little bit of a look…

That’s when Hirosawa flew off the bridge.

I looked at me and held the little girl in my arms and noded at me: “She is your sister.” I’m sorry.

That little girl’s staring at my parents. Unbelievable.

I was all alone, and there was such a sister across the bridge.

And that is when the people of the village came running and shouted, “Here, the double who caught the Seven-Ambassah, we are all saved!” I’m sorry.

Hirozawa was too busy putting the little girl under the bridge to turn around and pull me.

But he waved and threw the paperman in his coat, and he covered me with it, “Get her on!” I’m sorry.

My mom and dad were so busy with the tape of my kimono and my mom was like, “You have no conscience, give my son back!” Give it back to my son!”

Squash me, choke me, kick me…

Guangzawa held me in his hand, suggesting that I should go with him.

I looked at the villagers with ropes, sticks or chains.

And my mom, who punched me and kicked me, and my dad, who wanted to tie me up and bury me alive with the paperman, was getting heavy.

So it is wrong to save people instead of one.

But what have they done wrong?

What is wrong with babies who have been pushed back to their mother’s body, who have been held alive and sealed in their bodies and never seen the day?

The baby girls, who were born and unable to feed, and who feared to kill their dirty hands, were forced to cross the bridge and blame them for drowning themselves.

It’s funny!

I let myself be bound by the bouquets, and the man who had the paper be bound against my back.

It’s just that I’m looking at my hand, and I’m holding my hand, “How do we get all those women out of there?” I’m sorry.

9

According to my aunt, the river was being repaired to hide the altars that Grandma buried.

How much can a blind man break?

Auntie Qin came to me with a bottle of water, which included a silly bitch killed by the rain.

But when I walked through the bridge, there were no stupid women in there.

They were supposed to come out, but they were shown back by Hirozawa.

That is to say, there are still some women under the bridge.

He looked at me with his frown, and then looked at the villagers who were angry at me and told me to tie me up with chains, or that they would knock me out, and on their backs, they would rise up for my grandmother from the coffin, and then they would go into the earth.

So far, they still don’t talk about “burial alive” and “Enter the earth for peace.”

Just like they said about the bridge!

Hirozawa looked at me, sighed and pointed at me under the bridge.

Follow, a wave of sleeves.

A violent wind rolled up directly from the bottom of the bridge, flying through the sand and covering the sky.

“Over the bridge, over the bridge, over the baby. “The sister in my name returned with the girl’s spirit.

Just like they put me out of a coffin that night.

“Hold on to the rain! Those who don’t want her to go to the ground, don’t let the rain go on… . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

But then he couldn’t say anything, because Hirozawa had two pebbles in his mouth.

Chiang had a dry pipe and had to smash it at me, but Guangzawa threw him into the coffin as soon as he waved his sleeve.

And this time, the girls’ souls held me and jumped out of the bridge.

Under the bridge, the owl stood full of women.

Only this time, they didn’t look at me with a grudge, and they had a desire in that eye.

They all pointed their hands at me at the dyke by the bridge hole, begging to look at me.

I picked up a rock and hit it against a crack.

This stone bridge, although used with cement, has been in place for decades and is often washed with flooding or with broad-based help.

In a little while, the stone was thrown loose.

On the bridge, there is still a raging wind of broad swarms.

I broke the pine stone, took a long rock and pry the next pine.

Hate also inspires human potential.

But open five or six stones, there’s a line of sour dishes.

The plaster is sealed with mud and it’s on paper or something.

I pick up the stone and I smash it.

It’s a little ash bone, and it’s coming out with the jar.

I don’t know which little girl sounded so bright in the whiney wind.

All of a sudden, I was so excited, I just lifted my feet, I threw the stone in the face, and I broke it.

“Boom-Boom” is coming, a little girl’s screaming, and who’s crying low.

And when a man’s hole is revealed, behind the wall of the bridge is a pile of piles.

The big one’s the size of a half person, the small one’s the size of a job.

It’s broken big enough to fall out of thin, gray bones.

The little ones broke and dropped a little curly hair.

The more I hit, the stronger the wind on the bridge, the greater it gets, the more people scream, the more they say, “Damn!” She’s dead! Leave it! Run! She’s dead.

But I am not tired of kicking the embankment, and the balconies of one and the other are broken, either in a sound or in a shout or in a weeping sobbing, but for me it is not too fast.

It’s a full-on bridge hole that slowly becomes empty.

When I did not know how long it took me to break both sides of the bridge and to hit both sides of the bridge, Hirozawa held my hand and shook my head: “Here it is. I’m sorry.

I turned my head, and I looked on both sides of the bridge, and I didn’t know how many altars there were.

Grandma’s only been in primary school since she was 73 years old.

It’ll be hard to find, and it’ll always hear who’s daughter-in-law is in bad health and has a dead baby.

There are those who laugh softly, and there are those who laugh.

But no one took a dead baby seriously, because the village people had acquiesced that women were better than others.

The man is no longer fit, he’s homemade.

I look at these broken jars, I look at Hirozawa, and I hear one on the bridge looks like hell.

No! No!

It’s a hell of a scream. It’s soft, it’s in the river.

By the time I woke up, I was in the town hospital.

I can’t believe they were the police at the town police station.

Tell me something happened in the village and everyone who attended Grandma’s funeral died.

Someone poisoned the food, and they were hallucinating, one without trauma, staring at each other, with their hands tied, and dying in a strange state.

Someone even opened the coffin and pulled Grandma’s life jacket.

I’ve been asked a lot of questions by the police squad.

He seems to know something, and he asks me, “Who’s bones are in that cave, and what’s so strange about the hair of the body in that coat and some grass rope?”

Why isn’t it the same as everyone else?

Why is Mr. Hu and Mr. Chiang crazy?

I’m just talking about the funerals, the wind, and the villagers think about the bridge like crazy.

Then I was squeezed out of the bridge, my head broke and I fainted.

The rest is unknown.

I did have a wound in my head, even if I found it, I just said I forgot.

They clearly don’t believe me, but I won’t change my mind and I’ll have to give up.

And immediately after him, a man in black and beautiful looks laughed at me: “Gosawa told me that I will let the Mandarin settle, and there will be fewer cases they can solve. And thou art comforting, and Hirozawa sent them to Na Hobashi, and overcame them, and brought forth the fetuses from their wombs, and will come unto thee. I’m sorry.

I listened to him, and I was tight.

And he smiled at me, “Yes, I came to see an interesting man under the sky bridge. As if you were from your village, the blind man, Chen, who knows how to tell the fortunes, so go and see him. I’m sorry.

I’m listening, heart beating.

Chan’s blind…

In the case of the bridge and the mother-in-law, she had been turned over for years because of the rain that had tricked her blind daughter-in-law.

It was the blind Chen who smashed those hairy jars and let them go.

I don’t think anyone said where Chen’s blind…

He’s still alive, in town.

I looked at those tiny yellow eyes called Hyun Yu and suddenly felt cold.

I’ll be out of the hospital for two days.

Except for the punches my dead dad punched, I didn’t actually have any trauma, i.e. I was tired and hungry and overstretched.

As soon as I got out of the hospital, I found Chen blind under the bridge Hen Yu said.

Under that bridge, it’s either a fortune-teller, or an ancestral ointment, or a spoiler.

The blind man, Chen, is a good looking man because he is blind, but he is not like the other fortune-tellers wearing sunglasses, and he sits there with his eyes covered in two bellows.

Maybe he’s got a bad eye, so he’s got a good look at the past and his business.

I stood there and looked, and he counted two people, 20 bucks apiece, and he made 40.

He used to be a fortune teller. He knew everything.

And when they were gone, I sat in front of him, reporting my life eight words, but without a name.

But he was only laughing, “Thank you for what happened in the village.” I thought it was enough to die. Who knows they still want you to be buried alive, to be crushed? I’m sorry.

“Hey, you’ve done more and you’ve only done more to suppress it, and more and more. “As soon as the blind man hears all my words, he groans.

“You meant it, didn’t you?” I looked him in the eye and said, “Tell me.” I’m sorry.

“Do you know how blind you are?” I’m sorry.

And I stunned, and his eyes were as if they were blind.

“The old village chief stabbed me blind, and the four mothers sewd me. The blind man, Chen, smiled, put his hand over his eyelids, “Can you still see the marks of the stitches?” I’m sorry.

There’s no way to see any stitches in those eyes, but they’re completely dead, trapped inside, ripped apart by him.

“Don’t you ask the old village chief why he stabbed me in the eye? “The blind Chen has pulled a turd. “Because when I was four years old, I saw what my mother did when she delivered my mother.” I told my dad, but she said I was a kid. The old village chief was afraid that I would go out and throw me off the hill where the wood had just been cut, and I was blinded by those sticks. I’m sorry.

“He also says I’m not watching, I’m going down, I’m acting like I’m going to get my eyes stitched, and I’m going to be blackmailed if I tell him about this again, I’ll sew my mouth next time. “It’s not a good technology for the blind Chen to pull a turd.

And he bowed down, and said, “But I do not believe, but I say it whenever I see one.” But the village either laughed at me or told me I was sneaking my mother’s baby. They know in their heart that I’m telling the truth. I’m sorry.

“I said to my father, “He went to the old village chief, but he fell into the river and drowned.” I became a blind man with no father or mother, and no one in the village believed me. I’d forgotten all about it and made myself a blind man for life. “The blind man, Chen, put down his brow.

He put it in front of me: “Is your name Sumi?” I’m telling you this, they deserve to die! But they did it for her. I’m sorry.

“Your second-rate brother, I knew it when he lied to Hong with sugar and cookies. I looked for him, but he beat me up. I went to your dad and your grandmother, but they just blame me for not seeing their wives. I’m sorry.

She threatened me, and if she told me, she’d cut my tongue and sew my mouth. I suddenly remembered how blind these eyes were and how my parents and that stillborn brother died. I’m sorry.

“So I’ll have Hong look for her next time your brother will take him under the bridge. I’d like to see her. She’s afraid that the devils beneath the bridge will be her grandson. Oh… but I didn’t think she was so mean!

“And even if she died, you’d bury her alive and be damned.” She’s really tough. I’m not like her! “The blind man is talking.

I just felt cold and slowly rised and fell a little unconsciously in the streets.

It turns out that a lot of things, the victims, had been left behind.

Perpetrators never think they’re wrong.

I didn’t know how far I had gone, and I didn’t know I was at the edge of the river, and I saw broad white clothes floating above the river and coming from Limbo.

And smiled at me, and delivered me a flower: “This is Manjushah, also called the flower of the other side.” I brought it to you from the girls who went to the Yellow Springs, from the mothers and their children. I’m sorry.

“They all thank you if you didn’t break the altar and bring back their bones, and give them a great revenge. Otherwise, they will never enter the spring, nor will they be reborn. And Guazawa took my hand, and put the flowers in my hand, and held my hand, and said, “A hole of rain, a good reward, and an evil reward. They killed someone else and tried to kill you. You saved yourself. I’m sorry.

I looked at the flowers on the other side, and I looked at the broades of Limbo, and suddenly I thought about it.

“This is the first flower I ever saw.” I’m sorry.

Hirozawa’s face looks red, but holding my hand doesn’t take it back.

And I looked at him, and looked at him, and said, “Are you the same that you can call at any time when you have heard the word of God and have a throne?” I’m sorry.

“Then I can give you a place in my room. Can you come to me anytime? I’m sorry.

The face of Hirozawa seems to be more red than the flowers of the other side.

But I’m just scared, trying to protect him as a river god.

What’s wrong with him?

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I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.