My name is Wen Xiaoning, and I am the only daughter of the family. I heard that my parents left because of all kinds of bizarre coincidences when I was born.

I became the nemesis in the family, and it is said that I was the reincarnation of the Lone Star of Tiansha.

Everyone in the family who knows me is far away from me, and only my grandmother is willing to get close to me. Unfortunately, my grandmother is old and has been paralyzed in bed.

The night when my grandmother passed away, my grandmother and I slept in the same room. In the middle of the night, I suddenly heard my grandmother call me. I was shocked by rubbing my sleepy eyes. My grandmother was paralyzed, but she was standing by my bed at this moment.

I was so shocked that I couldn't stop myself. Grandma sighed, stepped forward and patted my shoulder, gave me a string of yellow rosewood beads, and said to me, "Ningning, Grandma is leaving, I have something to tell you. In fact, our ancestors were ghost-expressing masters, who can subdue demons and exorcising ghosts, and were once a family with great glory. In the past, every generation of our family would have a ghost-expressing master, passed down from generation to generation, inheriting the mantle of the previous generation of ghost-expressing masters, and passed down until the last century. The ghost-expressing master's left eye is the Yin-Yang eye. When it is Yang, it is no different from the eyes on the right, and when it is Yin, you can see some unclean things."

When my grandma said that, I didn't know why my left eye started to hurt. I rubbed it while listening to my grandma continue.

"Ningning, our ancestors didn't know what unclean things had offended or made some big taboos. In short, in your grandfather's generation, even a single yin and yang eyes had never appeared. Ningning, that bead..."

When grandma said this, she suddenly fell down with a "boom" and never got up again.

I didn't have time to ask what this Huanghuali wood bead was used for. Since it was handed over to me by my grandmother at the end of her death, I kept wearing it on my hands.

It’s strange. After my grandma passed away, my left eye kept hurting. Sometimes it hurts when I thrust, and sometimes it hurts hotly.

Grandma's first seventh night was my fourth uncle vigil.

I slept in the next room until midnight. When I heard something happening in the mourning hall, I got up and looked at it. I was startled. Uncle Fourth was lying in front of grandma's mourning hall, taking off his pants to his calves, and riding a beautiful woman on her body. The woman was naked. Uncle Fourth and the woman were moving and moving, and there were also cheerful moans in her throat.

Although I don’t understand men and women’s affairs, I can still understand such a scene, and I just feel my face is hot.

I didn't know whether I should care about this matter, so I went back to sleep next door. The sound of low-sweating and moaning in the mourning hall lasted all night.

The next morning, I saw that Uncle Fourth's eyes were dark and in poor spirits. I hesitated and finally told my Aunt Fourth about this.

Who knew that my fourth aunt scolded me and said that the house was locked from outside last night, so she slept outside the house and no one else could come in at all. The fourth aunt scolded me, saying that I was as annoying as my grandfather, and it was a bad star.

I really don’t understand. Aunt Fourth scolds me and scolds me, why do I get my grandfather? I heard from my grandmother that I was only fifty when I died. I have never seen her before. But I don’t know why, every time my grandmother mentioned it, I feel very sad. Now that Aunt Fourth scolds my grandfather, I feel heartbroken again.

After the fourth uncle found out, he scolded me, saying that I was crazy and had a bad stomach, so I couldn't stand them. After the scolding, the fourth uncle rode out on a motorcycle, saying that he was going to get my grandma's death certificate so that he could take out the money from my grandma's passbook.

When I was riding my bike, I clearly saw the charming woman sitting behind me last night, holding my fourth uncle tightly with her hands, and her thin and long nails were stretched into my fourth uncle's clothes. I was so shocked that I could stuff an egg into my mouth.

Unexpectedly, Uncle Fourth failed to come back this time.

The neighbor who witnessed it said that the fourth uncle was riding his bike well, but suddenly lost control and hit a big truck, with his head and body different from each other.

I asked in confusion, are there anyone else injured?

The neighbor looked at me strangely, how could there be someone else? Uncle Fourth was riding a motorcycle alone.
Chapter completed!