With the help of the hazy moonlight, I looked out the window with a trembling heart, and the strange old woman's figure disappeared.

Everything just now was like a nightmare.

After I calmed down, I realized that the room was already dark. I remembered my father's instructions and hurriedly lit up the extinguished oil lamp again.

Was that old woman a human or a ghost just now?

Just as my heart was trembling, I heard a strange sound coming from behind the thatched hut. Not far behind the thatched hut is my grandfather's tomb. Could it be that the weird old woman wanted to dig my grandfather's grave?

I wanted to go out to see the back, but when I thought of my father's advice, I couldn't go out no matter what sound I heard. In addition, the weird old woman really made me frightened. I grabbed the mottled oil lamp in my hand tightly and couldn't move my footsteps.

The strange sound behind did not last long, and suddenly a shrill howling came from behind the thatched hut.

"Old Ba, how dare you plot against me..."

The screams and howlings came to an abrupt end, and the surroundings returned to death.

What happened?

I gritted my teeth and cheered myself up. Just as I was about to go out to see what was going on, a black shadow suddenly flashed through the broken window.

“Meow~”

A black cat squatted on the windowsill, staring at me with green eyes, and a strange smile appeared on the cat's face.

I didn't dare to move anymore, my legs were trembling, and I stared at the black cat, and I was in a stalemate.

After a while, I saw that the black cat had no intention of moving. I plucked up the courage to chase it away, but the beast caught a few blood marks on the back of my right hand.

I screamed in pain and bandaged the wound on the back of my hand, cursing the beast angrily, and for a moment I didn't pay attention to smearing the blood on my hand on the mottled oil lamp.

“Huhu…”

The lights on the oil lamp were originally very weak, but at this time it suddenly surged inexplicably, which scared me so much that I almost threw away the oil lamp. However, the flames of the oil lamp returned to normal, and the black cat on the windowsill also shrank violently at this time, and it actually showed a humanized and complex look.

I didn't stimulate the black cat anymore. The black cat squatted on the windowsill like a mud sculpture, as if I was not allowed to leave the thatched hut.

In this way, a night passed.

As soon as the sky was dawn, the black cat disappeared from the windowsill. I hurriedly walked out of the thatched hut with the oil lamp.

A piece of the tomb behind the thatched hut was dug open, and the coffin lid was also marked by the prying sign. I was furious and shocked to see this scene.

Without any hesitation, I ran straight down the mountain and quickly told my family about this.

When I returned to the village, I found that my doorstep was very lively, surrounded by people from the village, talking about something.

Three blood-red coffins were placed at the front of the gate of my house.

I was angry and couldn't help but yell, "Who did this unethical thing that the turtle boy did? Come out and I'll kill you!"

The onlookers didn't say anything. Before I could continue cursing, the father standing at the door was dragged into the house.

My mother's eyes were red and swollen, as if she had just cried. My father's face was so dark that it was comparable to the bottom of the pot.

"Dad, which dog-dog man made this happen? Isn't this a curse for our family? Damn..."

Before I could finish scolding, my father interrupted me with a gloomy face and said, "Did you have any problems with your vigil on the mountain last night? Have you walked out of thatched hut? Is the oil lamp extinguished?"

After hearing my father’s question, I remembered what happened last night, and I felt trembling again, and I hurriedly told me what happened last night.

"Are you scratched by that black cat?" My mother exclaimed, showing a look of horror.

"The oil lamp is out?" Dad's face turned even more ugly.

My parents’ reaction made me a little confused. Their focus seemed to be problematic. Shouldn’t we care about grandpa’s grave being opened? Shouldn’t we care about who the weird old woman was last night?

My mother grabbed the back of my injured hand and checked. I didn't care at first, but after unbuttoning the bandaged cloth, I realized that the scars on the back of my hand had turned black and black, as if they were poisoned.

My dad hurried into the kitchen, grabbed a handful of glutinous rice, and pressed it on the back of my hand.

Suddenly, I felt a stinging pain on the back of my hand, as if it was poured by hot oil, and I couldn't help but exhale. The wound on the back of my hand cracked, and strands of black blood appeared, and a faint black mist appeared. After a few breaths, the blood changed from black to red, and the stinging feeling weakened, and my father and mother breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's going on?" I gasped in a cold air and wiped the smelly black blood, asking my parents in fear.

"You two are staying at home, don't go anywhere, I'll go up the mountain!"

My father seemed a little irritable, his eyes were a little red, and he panted and gritted his teeth and walked out of the door, and greeted a few villagers who were good to be on weekdays to carry the shovel up the mountain together.

My parents seemed to ignore the three blood-red coffins at the door of my house. After my father and I went up the mountain, my mother hurried out and said she was going to the town and asked me to stay at home and not run around.

My father and mother seemed to be hiding something from me, and they had to ask carefully after they came back.

It was almost noon and my mother hadn't come back yet, but the group of people who were going up the mountain from my father came back.

After my father came back, he locked himself in the room with a gloomy face. He didn't know what happened. But my neighbor, Uncle Zhuzi, told me about his father's and the others' journey up the mountain.

After my father and the others went up the mountain, they were about to fill in the tomb that had been opened, but my father lifted up the lid of my grandfather's coffin without saying a word.

A strange thing happened. There was no grandpa's corpse in the coffin, only a pile of scorpions and poisonous snakes, which were broken and smelly. In the center of the bottom of the coffin, there was also a shriveled black cat's corpse. It was probably a long time since I died. Those who followed my father up the mountain were scared.

Where did grandpa's body go?

Could that black cat mummy be the one I saw last night?

I was shocked and wondered, and wanted to ask my dad, but my dad's door was closed and ignored me.

At noon, my mother came back. The one who came back with her was an old man wearing a white vest and big shorts. I also knew this old man, Lao Tou Li from the shroud shop on the east street of the town. Every year when my grandfather went down the mountain to reunite with us, Lao Tou Li would bring wine and food to drink with his grandfather for half a day. He was my grandfather's only friend.

Lao Li didn't even look at the three blood coffins at the door. He grabbed the back of my hand as soon as he entered the door, staring at the wound on the back of my hand, with a serious expression.

"Uncle Li, think of a solution!"

My mother said anxiously: "I didn't want my child to stay on the mountain for a night at the beginning, but the old man said there would be no problem before leaving. As a result, you see this..."

Old Li did not respond to his mother's words, but said to me in a deep voice: "You took your grandfather's oil lamp down the mountain, right? Show it to me!"

I threw the oil lamp on the bed. Just as I was about to go back to the house to get it, my father walked out of the room, looked at Lao Li with a gloomy face, and said in a deep voice: "Uncle Li, go back! You should stop interfering in this matter!"

My mother was anxious and was about to say something, but my father glared at me fiercely and scolded him loudly: "Don't make trouble, go back to the house!"

My mother was anxious and angry, and shouted: "Jiang Huaiyi, your father is obviously trying to use his child to block the disaster. You don't care about his child's life or death, I have to care. The child is a piece of meat that fell off my body. Your Jiang family has been guarding the name of "Shan Guardian" for so many years. It is ominous. I don't want my son to suffer as well..."

"you……"

My father's eyes were red and his hands were raised to hit my mother, but I hurriedly stopped him. My mother stared at her father in tears, looking very stubborn.

"Ahem..."

At this time, Old Li coughed a few times, looked at his father very seriously, and said, "Huaiyi, give me the oil lamp left by your father, it is a disaster. Leave it to me, I guarantee that your family of three is fine!"
Chapter completed!