In the end, we couldn't finish the meat, and the remaining meat grew dense red hairs the next day, which was weird and disgusting, so we had to throw it away.

At this time, I was no longer walking so neatly. It seemed like there was a big millstone behind me, making it difficult for me to walk fast.

The mother threw the red-haired meat into the smelly ditch.

I stood in front of the smelly ditch and stared blankly at the meat.

Last night, they were so oily and so delicious that I wanted to swallow them with my tongue.

Today, they were completely furry, standing in the ditch without saying a word, looking disgusting and weird.

At this moment, a mouse swished over, grabbing the red meat with its two thin claws and chewing it with its sharp teeth. It was not as fierce as a mouse, but more like its natural enemy, a cat.

I wonder if the cat will look like this when he eats it.

Before I could figure it out, the mouse's eyes turned red, it made a "squeaking" sound, and rushed towards me quickly!

Its small body jumped upwards, but failed to jump over the five-meter-high ditch. It hit the wall of the ditch with its head, and its brains flew out. It was dead.

The strange thing is that I didn't feel scared, and I knelt down curiously and looked at the rats in the stinking ditch.

Its body was motionless, and a gray soul that looked exactly like it rose from its corpse.

There was a pair of red eyes above the gray soul. When he saw me, he rushed over excitedly.

I was so scared that I closed my eyes and backed away.

After a long time, I carefully opened my eyes, and the weight behind me seemed to be heavier.

I became less and less talkative and became gloomy. Even when Gong Yiyu came to comfort me, I scolded me and made me cry.

Pain and nightmares consumed me.

My father and mother sighed every day, and asked someone to introduce a great immortal to help.

However, because of the collision with Huang Jiaxian last time, no one was willing to agree.

My father refused to give up and rode his bicycle everywhere to ask for help. However, he tripped on a flat ground and fell to the ground along with the bicycle and his bicycle. One of his legs was broken.

During the day, on a flat road, I suddenly fell down and broke my leg.

Each word looks like nothing on its own, but when put together, it's inexplicably weird.

My father was carried back with a disgraced face, gloomy and speechless, staring at the roof in a daze.

His hair was disheveled, his eyes were confused, and his face was covered with dark stubble.

He seems different from before.

But something happened to my mother too.

In the middle of the night, in my nightmare, I was fried in a pan by a red-clothed demon, which made me feel hot and painful. The red-clothed demon stared at me with a "hehe" smile, and the two horns on his head flashed with sharp cold light.

I woke up from the nightmare and patted my chest. Fortunately, I was still alive.

However, is it necessarily safe in reality?

No, reality may be more dangerous, more terrifying, and more uncontrollable than nightmares.

I slowly sat up and saw a pair of eyes glowing red in the darkness, resembling a mouse I saw during the day.

I turned on the light in a panic, only to see my mother, who was having a lot of time, give me a weird smile.

Her eyes were red and bloodshot. She stretched out her palms and scratched her face with her slender nails.

"Mom!" I shouted in horror.

She didn't react at all, she just smiled and scratched her face again and again.

Her dark and yellow face was scratched with red marks, and the skin and flesh were turned out.

I felt great courage and rushed over to grab her arm, trying to stop her.

She lowered her head and looked at me with a pair of red and purple eyes, full of ill intentions.

I shivered and timidly shouted: "Mom..."

She suddenly spoke, her chapped lips opened and closed, and she made a rough and low voice: "Get out of here!"

I was stunned. I had never thought that a gentle mother would say such things to me. I looked at her in disbelief.

She pushed me to the ground.

My thin body hit the wall, adding new injuries to my already painful back.

But I didn't have time to cry for the physical pain, because my mother, who usually helped me blow my skin even if I had a broken skin, was looking at me fiercely.

She pointed a finger at me and cursed loudly.

"You little beast without a father and a mother! If it weren't for you, my husband wouldn't have been hurt!"

"Why don't you die? You will die when you are caught by evil things! What's the point of living?"

"You will kill everyone! You will not die well!"

"..."

One curse after another was like a butcher's knife, slashing at my heart one by one.

It hurts! It hurts!

The pain made me burst into tears, the pain made me turn pale, and the pain made me cover my face and burst into tears.

I knew that my mother was abnormal, that she must have been affected by something strange, and that I couldn't be blamed for all this.

But I can't help but blame myself.

If I had not taken that path that day, I would not have met that old man; if I had refrained from shouting when Huang Jiaxian was exorcising ghosts for me, would everything be on track now?

If it hadn't been for me, the livestock at home would not have died, my father would not have been injured in the fall, and my mother would not have been hysterical.

I fell into a terrifying whirlpool and couldn't escape. I could only follow the whirlpool and spin around and around.

My mother suddenly stopped cursing and looked at me with cold eyes. She picked up a fruit knife from the table and rushed towards me.

I collapsed on the ground, unable to move.

I thought, if I died, everything would be fine.

When I was ten years old, I was exhausted mentally and physically by this series of terrible things and suffered terribly.

The father crawled here with his body supported, hugged the mother's thigh, and shouted loudly: "Xiulian! Stop!"

The mother was stunned for a moment, then kicked her father over.

The father refused to give up and hugged her leg again. He gritted his teeth and shouted: "Arui, run! Go and beg the goddess! Beg her!"

I'm a little hesitant.

The father hugged his mother tightly with sad eyes: "Arui, your mother loves you the most. She is possessed by an evil spirit and what she says cannot be taken seriously. If you don't ask the goddess, she will really lose her mind. …”

My father's words gave me strength. I stood up suddenly and ran out as hard as I could.

At that time, I still didn’t understand that the weirdest thing in the whole thing was not the strange ghost behind him, not Wong Ka Sin, or the dead mouse, but my father.

A farmer who has spent most of his life with his face facing the loess and his back turned to the sky, and who has never even been to a town a few times, spoke plain and clear Mandarin when he comforted me.

Comparable to a news host on TV.

I was too panicked, too scared, and everything overwhelmed me.

I ran to the door of the Goddess's house and knocked on the door out of breath. Before I could explain my purpose, the angry Goddess closed the door.

"Bang!" The courtyard door made a loud noise, shaking the dust.

I banged the courtyard door desperately and shouted: "Please, please, please save my mother!"

"I kowtow to you!"

I knelt on the ground and kowtowed one after another. My forehead was bleeding and dust was everywhere.

I don’t know how long I knelt, and I don’t know how many times I kowtowed. I only know that my waist hurt so much that it almost broke, and it hurt even more than my back.
Chapter completed!