When I was talking, my dad spoke very carefully, as if he was worried about touching some sensitive nerves in Lao Chaitou.

Lao Chaitou shook his head: "Yangyang, a child, has different physique from ordinary people, and he may even provoke other evil spirits in the future." When he said this, he kept staring at my father. Seeing that my father turned his face aside, he didn't say anything, but sighed helplessly.

My father and Lao Chaitou were standing in the house, and the other was standing outside the window. No one spoke, and just stood stiffly. It was not until my mother boiled the water and asked me to take a shower that Lao Chaitou was invited into the house by my mother.

My uncle's house has a large wooden basin. My mother adjusted the water temperature in the basin, poured a packet of light yellow powder in, asked me to take a shower by myself, and then went out to greet Lao Chaitou.

I sat in the wooden basin, full of boredom, and eavesdropped on Lao Chaitou talking outside. Lao Chaitou was also very loud at that time, as if he was deliberately trying to tell me.

During this period, my dad didn't say much, but my mom asked Lao Chai Tou, what happened to me, and what was the thing I had pestered me before.

Lao Chai cut a match, as if he had lit a dry tobacco, and then said: "The one who was entangled with Yangyang is a deadly deceased ghost who had been washed by the Yin wind for more than two years. Of course, this kind of ghost cannot harm people, but when she died, she was too resentful. In just two years, she almost turned into a ghost. But speaking of this ghost, you should also recognize this ghost, remember the gas poisoning of the old Wang family a year ago? This ghost is Lao Wang's biological mother."

Then my mother said in surprise: "What? Lao Wang's mother? Could it be that Lao Wang was killed by her?"

"Well," Lao Chaitou responded slowly: "But it's no wonder that she is a person with a miserable life. In the old society, life was so hard that she pulled Lao Wang by begging, but Lao Wang has been unfilial since she was young. Two years ago, the old lady fell and damaged the tailbone nerve. In addition, she suffered a little cold, and her body couldn't bear it, so she became paralyzed. In order to save money, Lao Wang not only did not take the old lady to the hospital, but also cut off the old lady's food. The old lady was starved to death in her last days."

At this time, my father also spoke: "I heard that Lao Wang was unfilial in my early years, but I didn't expect that he had reached this point."

Old Chai sighed: "Oh, this can be regarded as one reward for one reward. When the old lady was young, she did a lot of dirty things, and these were all her retribution. When Lao Wang had an accident, I went to your tube building to see it. At that time, the old lady's soul had already wandered away. I thought that when the Ghost Gate opened on July 15th, she would pass away with her. But unexpectedly, she actually focused on Yangyang's Yang body and came back!"

At this time, the door opened in the south room. It must be that my uncle was back. Old Chaitou paused for a moment before continuing: "Before, I brought Yangyang three-day Yang Lock. I originally wanted her to retreat when she saw that she had the trouble, but Yangyang brought the three-day Yang Lock. She was dormant by Yangyang for three days. Seeing that the Yang Lock had been removed, she ignored the pure yang energy on Yangyang's body and had to force herself to revive her soul. Alas, ghosts are ghosts after all, and their obsessions are too deep."

My mother asked, "Have you stared at Yang Yang's Yang body? Uncle Chai, what do you mean? Why did I feel cold on my back when I heard it?"

Lao Chaitou spitted a mouthful of cigarettes before slowly explaining: "I've taken a fancy to Yang's body, I just want to revive my soul through Yang Yang's body. This means that the old lady still has a lost wish in the world. In our industry, things like this are very common and there is nothing to be afraid of."

Whenever he said a sentence, Lao Chaitou's tone was very slow, and every time he spoke a word, his voice was very clear. He didn't usually speak like this, and I felt more and more that he was saying these words to me.

At this time, my mother asked Lao Chai again: "Mr. Chai, what are you doing? Could it be a Taoist priest? I remember there is a Taoist temple not far from here."

Lao Chaitou smiled and said, "I am not a Taoist priest. Although I can do some Taoist techniques, these Taoist techniques are gradually derived from our vein. In fact, there are few ghosts in our vein, but many dead people have seen them. For example, when I found Lao Wang's corpse, I used the remaining 'soul' on his body to infer it."

This sentence immediately aroused my uncle's interest, and I heard my uncle ask curiously: "How can I guess, Mr. Chai, do you tell us?"

Lao Chaitou still had a smile in his voice: "This technique is the secret of our lineage that is not passed down by us. Except for the disciples of this sect, it is inconvenient for others to know."

I heard my uncle say, "Then I will take you as my teacher, so that you can tell me."

They are all people living in the same village for a long time, and they are close to each other and speak casually. My uncle said this just a joke, and I believe the old Chaitou would not take it seriously.

But as soon as my uncle finished speaking, my father coughed violently. Then, the south room, which was still very lively, calmed down.

About a minute later, Lao Chaitou suddenly stood up and said goodbye. My mother originally wanted to keep him for dinner, but she couldn't keep him.

After Lao Chaitou left, my mother and uncle suspected my father and asked me if my father had any holiday with Lao Chaitou. My father just said no, but he refused to mention any other matters.

After experiencing this, my dad was unwilling to go back to the tube building of the unit. After the New Year, the weather was getting warmer, so my dad found a few friends from the factory and repaired my uncle's stone house. The three of us officially moved into my uncle's house.

When Liu Shangang was repairing the house that day, Liu Shangang's father also came, and my father told me the whole story of being plagued by the deceased devil. Liu Shangang's father has always believed in this kind of thing. Not long after, he moved out of the tube building and lived in an old family courtyard not far from Wangzhuang.

In order to facilitate schooling, Liu Shangang and I both transferred to Beishi Primary School, which is closer to Wangzhuang.

At that time, there were two experimental primary schools in the county, one in the south of the county and one in the north of the county. Beishi Primary School is the old experimental primary school. It was built in the mid-1950s. Later, there were more children in school, so the county level filled out an old river channel in the south and converted it into Nanshi Primary School. Beishi Primary School only has the first, second, and third grades, and the senior grades are all in Nanshi Primary School.

In the words of Lao Chaitou, the river below Nanshi Primary School was originally a Yaoyingzi River, which was very fierce. The primary school should not be built in that place. If it really wanted to build a school, at least it should be a high school, and it must be a boys' school. In this way, relying on the pure yang energy of the boy, the yin energy in that place can be suppressed.

However, it will take two years for Liu Shangang and I to go to Nanshi Primary School.

The two years when I was seven or eight years old were mixed with joy and joy for our family. What was worrying was that life was getting harder and harder, especially in the first half of 1995, my father did not get a salary for half a year. At that time, the family's expenses were all supported by my mother's farming. But in that era, the life of farmers was very sad, at least compared with now, it was incomparable.

What’s good is that since I experienced the old lady’s work, my body has become extremely healthy. I haven’t had a single illness in two years, and I’m much taller than children of the same age. Later, my father said that when I got home, I saw me pouring water for him, and he felt that it was worth it to fight to the death on this day! Even though I can’t make money even if I fight to the death.

Actually, there is something I never told my dad, that is, when I get off school at noon, Lao Chai would wait for me at the school gate, and every time he held a small cup of that kind of meat soup in his hand, let me drink it. From then on, I was not afraid of Lao Chai. On the contrary, I often looked forward to seeing him because every time I saw him, he would tell some stories about gods and ghosts.

Liu Shangang and I both felt that Lao Chaitou's story was much better than the old man in the Tongzi Building, but we couldn't tell what was good at that time. It was not until later that I realized that the reason why Lao Chaitou's story was interesting was because the stories he told were all his personal experiences.

Of course, at that time, I didn’t understand Lao Chaitou’s past experiences, but because I had seen ghosts with my own eyes, I believed in the stories Lao Chaitou said.

Once, a storytelling competition was held in the class. When I was on the podium, I told the stories that Lao Chaitou had told. At that time, the students in the podium were stunned and I felt a sense of accomplishment. But before I could finish the story, a classmate named Yi (forgot his name) suddenly stood up and said that I was promoting feudal superstition and scolding me in very ugly words.

When I was a child, I had a very temper like my dad. I was very anxious and very stubborn. I thought to myself that I didn’t mess with you, so why did you scold me? I didn’t talk nonsense on the spot and beat the man directly.

After that, my mother and my father were "propagated" to school. I didn't know how the head teacher told my mother. Anyway, my mother beat me up that night.

It started from that incident that I became the bad boy in the head teacher’s mouth. For elementary school students at that time, the teacher’s words were an absolute imperial edict. Since the head teacher said that I was not a good boy, other students were unwilling to play with me, and even Liu Shangang, who had always been good to me, was affected and became the object of everyone’s rejection.

As for the classmate named Yi, I transferred to school after being beaten by me. I still can’t understand why he couldn’t get along with me that day.

Because we have no other friends, and Liu Shangang's home is very close to Wangzhuang, we are almost inseparable from school whether we go to school or after school.
Chapter completed!