A tall man once told me that man is afraid of ghosts and afraid of ghosts. As long as one man is decent, a ghost cannot get close.
But ghosts hurt people. They blow the lights.
If I want to live, I can only live with the devil and keep my own lamp.
This story is a fiction.
I’m from Yamamura, and the most beautiful woman in our village is a crazy woman.
Her husband was a hero, who was the first to find out that people were running, but he himself was swallowed up by mudslides to save an old man whose legs and feet were inconvenient.
Since then, a woman has gone mad, and she will always remember the heavy rain that day, holding her umbrella every day to wait where her husband died and to take her home.
Day after day, year after year.
At first, everyone was nice to her, and she didn’t eat or drink, and she always gave her soup and stuff, and she always laughed and said thank you.
But there are scum everywhere.
Some old women in the village, who look beautiful and have a big head, go to her with food and ask her if she wants to eat a cake and if she wants to be hugged.
A crazy woman who doesn’t know anything will be hugged, but she’ll keep half of everything she eats and hides it carefully. She was asked why she wanted to keep it for her husband, who was afraid of being hungry.
Our village is very conservative, and these things are going on, and women are not willing to help the crazy woman, and they think she doesn’t feel ashamed, but instead she doesn’t give food to the crazy woman, and they don’t let the men of her family get seduced.
This makes crazy women always hungry, even more so when the old scoundrels start asking for a hug and then ask for a kiss.
Every time they want to do this, the crazy woman laughs away and says no, she has a husband.
Because the crazy woman wouldn’t let her touch and the old scoundrels were afraid that she would make things worse, she was losing touch.
Even so, she became a vexing bitch in the village, but I was always wrong about the village.
What did she do wrong? She just wants to feed herself and wait for her husband to come home.
Every time a village bitch talks about her behind her back, I wonder who remembers her husband as a hero?
I feel sorry for her, always giving her food. I’m a walker. Mom and Dad give me money every day, and I’m almost eating it myself.
It’s been a long time. Maybe it’s because I’m the only one who doesn’t want a reward. Crazy women know me.
Sometimes it rains, and she goes from the village to the town high school to pick me up. Because she knows we went to high school. She’s afraid I’m gonna rain!
But soon there were rumours that I was having an affair with a crazy woman and that bad kids always had dirty mouths.
Every time a crazy woman comes to pick me up, they laugh at the poor crazy woman in the rain and say your wife’s here to pick you up.
I’ve had a lot of pain in that.
But she didn’t listen. It was three years at a time, and it made me laugh at high school for three years!
Every time she picks me up from school, she gives me half of what she eats in her arms. It’s for her husband, but it’s for me.
I keep telling her I don’t eat, and some little friends know she likes to leave things for her husband, and when they see this, they laugh at me as the husband of a crazy woman.
Crazy women are still not ashamed, and they hold my hand and say I’m her little husband.
I’ve been humiliated for three years!
Until the third year of high school, half-day classes were suspended, and people ran out of class in the middle of a storm, and crazy women picked me up.
Her umbrella was broken, she was wet in the rain, and I was afraid that I’d get showered, and I came to pass it to me stupidly.
She’s happy, and she’s laughing at me and calling me my little husband!
I was so mad because the girl I was in love with that day, I pushed the crazy woman down and let her go away!
I said she was ashamed! I’m sorry about her husband! Her husband is a hero and she’s here to shame her husband.
I’m talking a lot of anger, but I feel so bad!
It was the first time that she stopped smiling at me, and she fell down and looked at me with fear, and then came up shaking, and then she shoved an umbrella into my hand and ran away with fear.
When she got away, I explained it to the girl I liked, but she didn’t even listen. She said she liked me before, and now she finds out that I’m in love with crazy people.
I’m ashamed and upset, and I’m crying in the rain with an umbrella!
But when I came to the foot of the mountain, I saw the crazy woman still waiting for me.
She’s shaking herself, and I’m wet, and she’s so stupid to come up and hug me and ask me if I’m cold.
It’s raining too much, and it’s pouring her clothes out of my sight. She’s really beautiful, much better than the girl I like. I think of the girl I like who turned me down, and I was so angry that I grabbed her.
At first the crazy woman thought I was cold and started to tear up my clothes for me, but when I kissed her, everything changed!
Crazy woman in my arms. Says she’s a husband. I mean, I’m your husband.
I couldn’t stop the anger in my heart and dragged her directly into the woods next to her, and when I watched her cry like a child, I was filled with guilt and fear.
When I went back, I couldn’t forgive myself for “wrong” and I kept telling myself that the next time it rained, if she came back to pick me up, I apologized to the crazy woman, and I saved money to take her to dinner.
But I didn’t have time to apologize to her!
The second day of rain, the crazy woman had an accident in the mountains. Rain slides, she can’t hold her foot, she slips off the slope, she’s dead!
I don’t even know if she’s here to pick me up or to hang out in the mountains, and I never know if she’s forgiven me!
When I went back, I didn’t see a crazy woman and I was wondering if she was looking for a place to hide from the typhoon.
Her body was taken back to the village, where I saw her body, bruised and made me run home crying.
I hate myself. I can’t even apologize!
At a time when there was no one left in the mad woman’s house, the village finally remembered her husband’s good, and the families had made some money to bury the mad woman. However, because of the lack of money, a new casket was bought with the intention of being buried directly with her husband.
No one is willing to lift a casket for a crazy woman, which is usually done by a younger generation, but with more money for a couple of old scoundrels in the village.
My mother learned that my thoughts were particularly angry, and my family questioned me about the good manners and why I had to give that crazy woman a coffin.
I cried and told them that it was my job to tell them everything about me and crazy women.
After they heard me, my mother called me a scum and raised a scum! My dad told me to make amends for this. Let me take a picture.
There is custom in the village, and a funeral cannot be celebrated by a man who dies. We’re going to carry a coffin at 23:00 in the middle of the night, that’s when we’re kids, and we’re going to bury a crazy woman.
The casket was learned, could not speak, could not cry and buried in peace. The only thing that makes a difference is the twilight, but not the drum.
In the middle of the night, the windows and doors of the village’s household were locked, and I took pictures of the crazy woman, with a blowout of paper, and I followed them, and two behind.
It’s not music, but it’s an occasional blow to tell the roadman in the front alley that the ghost casket is coming, so that the living can avoid it in time.
We’re out of the village, we’re going through another creek and we can get to her husband’s grave.
The creek is small and shallow, and everyone is used to it, except outsiders.
The moon is dark tonight, with no finger on the dark side, and I’ll follow my past.
But somehow, I suddenly stepped on it.
The moon was dark tonight, and I stepped on it, and I thought I could stand up, but something was pulling my ankle!
I fell immediately, in pain, but I was afraid to scream, because the ghost casket could not be heard, otherwise the dead would be disturbed.
At least after she died, I want her to rest in peace!
I fell face to face, my face was buried in the creek, and I choked.
But at this point, the wrist was dragged so hard that I was able to slip in the creek, and the people who were there were so scared, they were so busy putting down their coffins and came to me without a word.
It was hard to pull me up, I threw up a few sips of water, and he took out a flashlight and asked me if I was okay, and I said that my ankle was ripping something off.
And he lit my ankle with a flashlight, but it was like that, and people were panicking, and I couldn’t see.
I can’t believe I have a black claw on my ankle!
It’s like a man’s hand, but it’s very twisted, and it grabs my whole ankle, and the claws are very visible.
It was the village elders who found the body of the crazy woman. He saw my paw marks, and he was so serious, he told me not to go, that the dead were dissatisfied with me, that something was going to happen!
My heart broke.
I’m not afraid, but I didn’t think she’d give me the right to carry a photo!
She can’t forgive me anymore. She hates me!
I was taken away by the old man, and I was driven home, and I couldn’t bear to cry because I felt so guilty for her!
My family came home so soon and asked me what happened, and I told them.
Mom and Dad were so scared they couldn’t read my ankle, they were scared. My dad was worried about my safety, and my dad went out on a three-wheeler night ride and invited a guy specializing in mourning.
When the tall man came, he asked if we were going to be buried, so Mom and Dad told him.
He’ll look at my ankle, see the claws, he says it’s a ghost and I’m being watched!
The family was terrified and asked for help from a superior, but he refused to help, saying that he was usually in charge of mourning and that he did not care.
The tall men told us that it was only the beginning of the day when the woman’s first seven souls were to take my life! Because she hates me and can’t kill me to go with her!
The so-called tall man was really afraid of this, and no matter how much he offered, he refused to help and left overnight. He also told us that if I didn’t want to die, I’d run as far as I could, but if I didn’t run 15, I’d be found sooner or later, and I’d be tired of my local family!
My mother was so angry that it was dawn when she left, and she was so angry that she came to the grave of a crazy woman that she cried and yelled, saying that her son treated her well, that it was only a contradiction and that she did not force her to die.
But what’s the point?
Mom and Dad bought a lot of stuff to go home, Buddhas, Buddhas, three statues, and all the statues of the gods, and bought me a necklace with Buddhas.
We’re not going to run, because it’s clear to them that we’re going to be found sooner or later and that we can’t do that.
These days, I’ve been having a bad time, and all I can think of is the memory of the crazy woman who I pushed down and scolded.
Her grief and shock, I’ll never forget.
The first seven days after the death of the crazy woman, they said that the first seven spirits were returned, and it was felt that the crazy woman usually had no home, had hundreds of meals and was likely to go to anyone’s house.
So that night, everyone had a bowl of rice at the door, but without opening the door, it meant to leave without entering the door.
I don’t know why. Dogs bark very often at night.
A dog like that doesn’t like to bark at night, because it’s too far away and there’s no outsider coming. And the village is small and well-known, and dogs don’t bark.
But this evening, the dogs in the village screamed very hard, and from time to time dogs ran into the doghouse and made noises like begging for forgiveness.
I stood upstairs in the room, looking down from the window, and the dogs were running in the village, as if there was something behind them that was chasing them, screaming so intensely and occasionally stopping to look back, as if they were being watched behind their backs, and then running again.
This is a situation where no one can go out.
But I went out, even though my parents told me not to open the door, I opened the window and went out the second floor.
In the middle of the night, I touched the dark and came to the grave of the crazy woman and her husband.
I brought her the buns and soups that I would normally share with me and carefully put in front of the grave.
Looking at her grave, I couldn’t help crying, and I cried and said I was sorry, and it was my fault. I don’t regret it if you want to kill me, but I hope you don’t do it to my parents. I told her that only rice was on the house, and I hoped she would eat better.
I sat in front of the grave and told her what had happened before.
The more you talk about yourself, the better she is for me. Even though she’s stupid, she’s always picking me up in the rain, and every time she comes home with me, she’s afraid I’m cold, and she’s going to help me with my buttons again and again.
I’m an animal!
I cried till dawn when Mom and Dad came to find me.
When she found me, she was so anxious that she hit me in the mouth, she held me and cried and asked me why I was so stupid.
I comforted her, and I said don’t worry. And I’m fine. I must have moved the crazy woman to forgive me.
Mom and Dad took me home when they saw I had nothing to do with the first seven nights.
But as soon as we got back, as if there was a scene in the village, everyone was surrounded by the village entrance, and we were curious to look at it, and the whole person was stupid.
A man hanged from a tree of the village’s mouth. He was the first to blow!
He was hanged from a tree with his belt on him, and he was wearing a crotch, with his tongue stretching out and his eyes plunging like it was about to explode.
On his arm, there’s a claw mark just like mine!
The entrance to the village is exactly the same as the entrance to the village, where the dogs, motorbikes and even tricycles have been stolen from the house.
People called the police, and before the police came, the good guys turned on the camera, and everyone was surrounded, and I couldn’t help but look around.
Just look at me and see my back cool.
At 12 a.m. the elders were seen at the entrance, but he did not come by himself.
As if he had been dragged out while sleeping, he struggled on several occasions to climb, but was dragged back by invisible hands.
His belt was also floating in the air as if someone invisible was carrying it away.
The elders clearly screamed, but they were covered up by the village dog. He resisted several times. He finally lost his strength.
At first he would have jumped a few times, but soon there was no movement and his body was hung.
Everyone’s freaking out. It’s haunted!
I didn’t think it would happen to me.
All this scares parents because the dead and I have the claw marks.
The police soon came for an investigation, and they took a surveillance video and told the village to stop talking and wait for the autopsy.
They also criticized the village people very harshly, as they had learned about the death of a crazy woman.
The police said that the body had been found outside the house, and that the first reaction must be to call the police and how the village could claim to be buried directly.
They even dug up the grave, took the body of the crazy woman and said they were going to do an autopsy.
Our family came back to the house, and my mother couldn’t stop crying, and I knew she was worried about me, trying to comfort her, but she couldn’t say anything.
My dad asked me to go back to my room for a break, and he said he would try to save my life anyway.
I went back to my room and didn’t feel tired when I slept all night.
I’m still thinking about that crazy woman, and I don’t know why she took the life of her elders.
At noon, there was a guest at home, who was the tall man before.
He said he wouldn’t mind, but he came to my house.
I don’t know how much it cost my parents to bring him in, and the chickens in the house killed one and made it for the tall ones.
The tall man asked me to sit next to him, asked him carefully, and looked at the ghost claws on my ankle.
He then said that he also found it strange, because it was in the first seven, and now it’s over the first seven, and I’m fine.
I should have died with the elders.
He told me it was because I didn’t have anything to do with it tonight, so he thought it might not be so evil that he would come and help.
I asked him what he was going to do, and he said to take it easy and let me go back to sleep until the sun sets.
Seniors also told me not to be too nervous, saying that since the first seven were fine, there should be no problems.
I heard that, but it was a little bit of comforting, and I felt like I was coming.
When I had eaten, I went back to bed and fell into the sun, and when I woke up the sun was gone, there was blue, blurry and unclear between the heavens and the earth, and the mosquitoes circled over the head.
The noble man came to my room, and he brought with him a lot of things, and he told me that if the mad woman was a ghost, she would not have gone, and if I was in danger, something would happen tonight.
He then removed many small white candles from the bag and asked my parents to remove the bed, which was empty.
The tall men made me sit directly on the ground and put these little white candles around me.
He then picked three more out of the candle, then stabbed me in the finger and put blood on the bottom of the candle.
He asked me to wait outside the room for a moment, and a few minutes later he let me in and asked me why people could not turn back when they were walking at night.
I shook my head and said no.
He told me that ghosts hurt people, but mostly ghosts blew lights.
He’s afraid of ghosts. He’s afraid of ghosts. As long as one man is decent, a ghost cannot get close.
And those who are in charge of the body’s aerobics are three lifelights, on both sides of the head and shoulder.
No turning back at night is to avoid a ghost blowing light. Some spirits want to harm people by blowing a wind on their shoulders, but the wind doesn’t kill them, but if the man wonders, he can turn his head with a wind, and he can blow his own lifelight out.
It’s like the old man, the tall man said he had been blown by a ghost before he got near him.
But I’m confused that the elders were dragged out of their sleep, after all, when he died wearing only a pair of pants.
He can’t turn back. How did he blow out the lamp?
And there’s also a question as to why the ghost grabbed my ankle when I was delivering the ghost coffin, when I was not blown out of my lifelight.
Does it mean that this ghost can kill people even if it doesn’t blow out the lamp?
I raised these doubts with Gao, who did not know that this was against his knowledge, but he has given me the best way.
I asked what was going to happen, and he pointed at the candles on his finger, saying that he had hidden three of my own lights in them, and that if the ghosts came tonight, they would have to blow me off first.
And all I have to do is sit here with matches, no matter how many candles the ghost blows out, just light them in silence.
I asked him, “There’s so many candles here, which three are my own lamp.”
He shook his head and said he couldn’t tell me.
Because once I know what this lamp is, I can’t stop looking at it, and I’ll be damned.
He also told me not to panic, the ghost’s pussy was not so strong, it was time to blow out the candles, and there was no sign of all the candles being blown out.
After these instructions, the nobles leave and say they will not take care of this.
What he meant was that I had only one chance tonight to talk to him while he was tired and to resolve the grievances between me and the ghost.
I was grateful for his help, and it was good that people were willing to do it. I asked him if there was anything to be afraid of. He handed me a knife that was left by an old-age bandit. The knife has killed many people, and with its blood, it can be removed if it is cut in the head of the ghost.
But he’s serious. I only have one chance. Once the other parts of the ghost are cut off, the knife’s blood will run out.
I don’t know if I’ll cut a crazy woman with a knife.
I feel like I killed her. How can I cut her with a knife?
I was left alone in the house, and my parents took his advice and moved out of town long ago, fearing that the ghost would not hurt my next of kin and causing more trouble.
Mother’s eyes cried before she left, so I had to protect myself.
I was alone in the room, watching the candle burn quietly.
It’s getting dark.
There’s a dog bark outside.
More intense than last time.
The streets are so windy that they blow up the lanterns in front of the village, and some people in the village are worried about the horrors and are deliberately lighting the red lanterns in the hope that they will be slain with joy.
But the wind was too big, and the lanterns were blown up on the roof, and banging, and the fire inside was shaking and finally blown out.
The road ahead of the door was dark, and my dog downstairs suddenly made a noise and somehow entered the house.
With a squeak, the door downstairs opened.
I was busy getting back in the middle of the candle.
I don’t know why the door was opened, but it wasn’t blown by the wind.
There was silence in the room and I could even hear my breathing and heart beating.
♪ Boom ♪
All of a sudden, there’s a sound coming up the stairs.
The candles in the house began to shake, and the light went off.
My heart speaks of my voice and looks dead at the door of the room.
A gruesome head pops out of the door.
The man is pale, and his eyes are white, and his eyes are black, and his head is squirming at me.
And I saw his face, the heart had to jump.
That’s not crazy!
That’s a dead old man!
He stayed at the door and looked at me for a while, and he had a weird smile, and his shoulder came out slowly and slowly and slowly.
When he came to me, he was lying down and walking with his limbs twisted and stopped before the candles.
I watched my fellow elders die. I don’t know why he came here, not the crazy woman!
The same elders’ faces were often close to the candles, and his cheeks and necks were drumming like clams, and his brawns were exposed as if they were going to explode.
And suddenly, he blew out a breath, and he blew out a big candle!
I tried to calm myself, restrain myself, stop shaking, burn the matches and light them again.
The elders turned their heads, crawled in front of me and tried to touch me with their hands.
My heart beats so fast, I keep telling myself to calm down, just light a lifelight.
All of a sudden, when the same elders were about to meet me, their hands were as if they were stabbing, and they took back their hands.
Thank God.
According to Gao, a ghost can only harm people if at least two of the lights are blown out.
That means he either did not just blow out two, or he did, but I lit another one in time.
Neither me nor him knows where the lamp is.
The elders suddenly started to laugh, and they laughed so hard, but he didn’t smile, but he was closed, and it sounded like it was coming straight out of his throat, and it sounded like a man’s skin.
His cheeks are rekindling again, and I’m in a hurry because it’s not too late to light all the candles.
Then the same elders blew out again, leaving only one fifth of the candle, and I was in a hurry and lit with matches.
The elders reached out to me again, but his fingers were stabbed again!
Thank God!
Looks like there’s at least two of them in one fifth!
But I know I’m in danger!
If I can’t light so many candles, he’ll blow a third breath, and I’ll die!
I was in a hurry and I only lit some of the candles, and I started changing the candles.
Some candles in front of me, some behind me.
So I could use my body to stop the wind, and this was a move that annoyed my elders, who looked at me more fiercely, but I did not want to be afraid of him.
The taller they say, the more afraid of ghosts, the worse it is!
And I didn’t think that the elders would come to hurt me, fearing that the rest of them would be a little angry, and when the candles were changed, I went on to light them, and he started his hips again.
I turned my back on nothing and yelled at him, “Fuck you!” Nobody’s here to hurt me. You’re here to fucking hurt me! If I die, I’ll kill your whole family! I’m sorry.
I am surprised that my elders were frightened by this loud voice and that he let it go.
When people get angry, their brains are always blank.
I was reminded not to be afraid of ghosts, to bring up the knife and to follow my fellow elders.
Then he got scared and crawled towards the stairs, and I grabbed the knife and yelled.
He was obviously scared, but still had that weird smile on his face.
I’ve thought it through. If he comes to blow the lamp, I’ll cut it right into his eyebrow!
Whoever wants me dead, I want him dead!
I went back and set the candles on fire again, and whenever the elders wanted to get close, I took a knife and scared him so badly that he was afraid to come near again.
In the end, he seemed to feel like there was nothing left to do, and he finally withdrew.
I’m relieved to make sure every candle is lit.
I looked at the time and it was 11:30 in the morning.
He said that when a child is passed, there will be no more problems, because when a child is the worst, then ghosts can only harm people.
It’ll take an hour and a half.
I thought the elders intended to give up, but it was only for a few days that the stairwell again sounded.
♪ Boom ♪
I swallowed spit and grabbed the knife in my hand.
I’m gonna fight him!
I watched the door of the room dead, but this time I didn’t come to the elders, but his son!
His son, with a bucket of water, looked at me with fear.
I was vigilant and asked him what to do.
He squirms, he trembles, he says his father’s dreaming. I’m sorry!
He threw that bucket at me!
The candles around me were immediately extinguished for the most part, and he said he was sorry and ran away!
I’m in a hurry to light candles, but they’re all wet and hard to light!
The windows were suddenly pushed.
The elders’ heads, they looked at me there.
Like a gecko, he crawled in through the window, and there was a weird laugh in his throat, and he went to the left of the candles, and he got his cheeks.
I can’t help it. I’m in a hurry to grab the knife and spread my legs and run downstairs!
I can’t save those wet candles!
I ran down the stairs, I was busy running towards the door, but the wind came and the door was brought.
The house is dark and silent.
I breathed, I couldn’t see the surrounding environment, I tried to turn on the light, but it became dim, even blinking, and I looked like I might have electricity out at any time.
I’ve got a knife in my hand and I’ve got a nervous look around.
Suddenly, thunder.
The lightning lit up the house. I saw the elders climb down the stairs and come at me!
Close to the sound of a thunderbolt, along with the elders, almost scared my knife off.
I’m afraid to cut it because I’m afraid I won’t get it.
I hate his son!
My elders came over and grabbed me by the neck, and I couldn’t resist his strength. I felt like I was being dragged and my eyes were starting to get darker, I couldn’t breathe and I couldn’t see the stars.
At that moment, the door was suddenly opened.
A shadow hit its fellow elders hard, and I fell to the ground.
I grabbed the knife and wanted to see who saved me.
But I’m so stupid.
The man who saved my life was a crazy woman!
She continues to suffer injuries, and her clothes are rain-fed.
Mad women are as pale as their elders, and there is only one pupil in their eyes.
My house, there were two ghosts.
They looked at each other with vigilance and made strange noises in their throats, as if two beasts were confronting each other.
The elders suddenly moved, but he didn’t go to crazy women, but he went straight to me!
The crazy woman stood in front of me, but that’s it. She was strangled by her own elders, who immediately opened her mouth and bit her in the neck!
The crazy woman screamed in pain, and I was in a hurry, and I was not blind, and I saw her completely because of me.
In a hurry, I jumped up and pointed a knife at the eyes of my elders.
But the elders knew what I wanted to do, and he was holding on to the crazy woman’s shoulder, and he wouldn’t let me do it.
In a hurry, the crazy woman pushed him away.
But the meat on her neck was bit off!
I watched her injuries heal quickly, as if she had not been injured, but her body became more transparent.
She held my hand and took me outside.
That hand is cold. It doesn’t have any temperature.
We stormed into the rain, and I ran with her, and I didn’t know where she was taking me.
I look back and my elders are right behind us.
I wipe the rain off my face and look at the face of a crazy woman.
I saw her again.
She didn’t hurt me, she came to save me!
I didn’t know where the crazy woman was taking me until we got to the creek.
The thunder, the rain, made the night weirder, and I fled to the grave of the crazy woman and found more people here.
I’ve never known that man, but I look familiar.
That crazy woman’s husband! I saw his remains on the tombstone!
The husband stood still and watched in cold blood as he pursued us.
In this case, the elders of the same tribe are afraid to move.
He’s been chasing us so hard, he’s afraid to come near us.
And We groaned away the rain from my face, and suddenly the mad woman held me, and told me not to be afraid.
Her arms are cold, but I don’t know why, but they give me a special sense of security.
I reached out and wiped the rain off her face.
She doesn’t seem crazy looking at me like that.
The elders were still afraid to come, and he turned several circles in anger and left.
That’s when crazy women finally smiled at me.
It’s like every stupid smile in the last three years, when she’s a black eye, and when she’s got no temperature, she completely warms my heart.
She held out her hand on my head and softly told me, little husband, was she scared?
At this moment, I finally started crying, and I jumped into her arms and cried so loud.
I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry!
The rain mixed with my tears, and she had some sadness on her face, yet she smug and spitted out her tongue and told me not to cry in front of her, and the spirits could not be relied upon, or they could not be born.
I can only wipe my tears and restrain myself from crying.
The crazy woman’s husband looked at me and went back to her grave.
She’s been comforting me, letting me not be afraid and saying that she’ll be all right if she comes to her next few days.
She said she was ready to leave, but to stay for a few more days for her husband.
As the crazy woman said, all night long, the elders never came to me again.
We’re just sitting there, talking to ghosts, but I’m not scared, talking to her.
It’s time for her to touch my head and let me come back tomorrow.
She then entered her own grave.
I was afraid to wander around and stay next to her grave.
It’s a grave, but it’s the most reassuring place for me.
I’ve been waiting till dawn, and my parents and I are back.
I told them about this, and they were surprised when they heard it, and my father couldn’t help but beat up the son of his elders and told him not to go.
He said he had a guess in his heart, but it’s hard to say.
The tall men also told us that since this crazy woman and her husband’s ghost would protect me, the children have come here since. He also harshly told me that crazy women could never be asked how they died, and that ghosts should not think that they were dead, or that they would be left in love with each other, affecting their birth.
So We listened to the tall ones, and when the night came to the graves of the mad women.
Mom and Dad were afraid I’d suffer here and bought a small tent.
When I came here to build a tent, the crazy woman came out of her grave.
She saw me, held me softly, touched my head, or called me my little husband.
I was embarrassed and scared because I saw her husband’s ghost and we were under her husband’s nose.
Crazy woman saw my fear, she told me not to worry.
She said that her husband would not be jealous because people were different from ghosts.
Then she pulled me into a small tent, hugged me like a big sister and gave me peace of mind to sleep here.
I remember her death, and I was sad, and I asked her if she hated me.
She shakes her head, softly tells me she had the best husband in the world three years ago, and in those three years she had my little husband. Without me, she would have starved to death.
She said she didn’t hate me at all, but she was grateful to me for having felt the only warmth in the three years of her coma.
I always end up talking to her, and we talk about a lot of things as if there was something to talk about.
A few days later, the autopsy results came out.
This is not an ordinary fall to death.
The body fluids of her peers were detected in the body of a mad woman, and the tissues of her elders were also found in her fingernails. And she didn’t fall, she was strangled!
I’m going to lose my mind when I learn the truth.
The rain.
She was hurt by me and I wanted to come and pick me up, and when I saw her crying in the woods, I couldn’t help myself, and I left her and ran home in a panic, and I didn’t think she would meet her peers and be dragged into the woods again.
The truth of the matter is like a knife and it’s stuck to my heart!
I can imagine how helpless and desperate she was and how desperate she wanted someone to come out and save her.
But it’s too late.
Her body was not discovered first and foremost by her peers, who came here to make sure that their crimes were hidden forever!
I couldn’t bear to cry. My parents told me not to blame myself.
They said it was the same elders who made the mistake, and they told me not to bear the blame of others.
Father also told me that it really makes sense to keep that woman looking for her husband?
At least now, the couple are reunited in the vagina.
But I feel so guilty.
When Gao learned, he told me that everything made sense.
When I sent the coffin, I was caught by a ghost, a mad woman, but she was not trying to hurt me, but because she had a grudge against her husband and feared that she would punish me.
Why do elders sleep without having to blow out their own lifelights? Because people have to be decent to scare ghosts.
But he’s not angry. He’s an indecency!
I ask my elders why they come to my troubles.
He stated that, because the elders were not good people, a person who had done bad things could not be reincarnated after death unless he found himself a replacement.
But the best thing to do for a dead man is to kill him, that’s to find him from his family, that I’m the same person as my elders, and that I’ve been captured by a ghost, that I’m heavy, that’s his best choice.
It is a pity that our elders would never have thought that a mad woman and her wife would have stayed in the world for a few more days just to protect me!
The nobles also told me that sooner or later the son of the elders would pay. Because he was already a ghost, and he was forced to be reborn, and soon he would lose his sense of reason, and on the first day of his seventh, his son was his closest, and that was the time to prove it.
Not at all.
On the seventh day of his first generation, his son died.
He was hanged at the entrance to the village, in the same way as his father. But he had no way of continuing to do harm, because he was a dead man, and he had to bear the sin for his father, who could go away.
This day I came to the grave before.
Crazy women saw me, but didn’t come to hug me.
She just sat with her husband and waved at me smiling.
I saw it, and I did not disturb them, nor stood in place, and waved at them.
Their bodies are beginning to become transparent.
She fell in her husband’s arms and two people whispered it. I couldn’t hear what they were saying.
But I can guess.
Three years waiting, three years looking.
Her man died, but she kept reading.
They must have had a lot to say over the last three years, so I won’t bother them.
Their bodies are beginning to become transparent, almost invisible.
In the end, their bodies become star spots, slowly dispersing between the heavens and the earth and bringing a light to darkness.
They were all together, and the crazy women laughed at me and waved at me to signal my past.
I walked towards them, and by the time I came to their tombstones, the couple had been completely disintegrated, as if they were from the future.
I want to know why crazy women waved at me, looked down and lay on the floor with a broken umbrella.
There was a little rain in the sky, and I picked up the umbrella and opened it.
An umbrella that cannot stop all the rain, as if it were her embrace, gives me a sense of security.
I remember she’s been holding an umbrella every day for the last three years.
It also reminds her of the fact that for the past three years she has been carrying this umbrella every time it rains, from the village to the town to pick me up.
I looked down at the tombstone, and I couldn’t help but laugh: “My little husband screamed all day, and in the end he was the wife of someone else.” I’m sorry.
I’m holding the umbrella and turning away.
There will never be a woman who needs me to feed.
But this seems better. Record number: YX11VQ5dwbv
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
