I was often sick when I was a child, and I would often wake up at night. After I woke up, I would cry loudly. According to my mother, the sound was extremely shrill and shrill, not something a child could make.
And sometimes, I would giggle myself, and the laughter was still harsh and sharp. No matter how my mother coaxed me or what she said, I would just giggle and giggle by myself. My mother would sometimes get goosebumps from hearing it.
At that time, my family was in the city, and my father was away from home all year round. My mother took me to several hospitals on her own, but the hospitals all said that there was nothing wrong with me, but that my bones were a little weak and that I could just take some supplements.
Just take supplements. My mother listened to the doctor's advice and gave me good food and drink. At that time, my family was wealthy and could support me, a little kid, to eat and drink. In the blink of an eye, I was six years old. Although I kept eating ribs and milk every day, I
I still look sallow, skinny, and frail. But overall, except for being sick almost every day, I'm still doing well.
In this way, my childhood came to an end. Along with taking medicines, injections, and being confined at home, I reached the age of six.
When I was six years old, a big event happened. My mother was still frightened when she mentioned it at this time, and she was extremely reluctant to believe it was true, but it did happen.
That day my mother took me out to buy things. I was very happy because usually my mother would not allow me to go out. This time was an exception. My mother agreed to take me out, so I happily ran around my mother.
He smiled and told me to be careful.
At this time, I saw a colorful windmill on the roadside. Children at that time were curious about everything, so I ran over and picked it up. After picking it up, I saw a little girl standing in front of me. The little girl looked at the windmill in my hand.
I picked up the things with a very longing look. Maybe I was softened by the pitiful gaze of the little girl. At that time, the feelings of the little man burst out. I generously handed the things I picked up to the little girl.
, said: "Here you go."
The little girl took it and immediately beamed with joy and smiled sweetly at me.
She took the windmill, turned around and ran away. She was originally on this side of the road like me, but after she took the windmill I gave her, she rushed to the other side of the road. At this time, the tragedy happened.
A ramming car hit the little girl hard and threw her into the air. Then she rolled a few times. With a snap, the little girl fell down in front of me.
I heard the cracking sound of the branch breaking. When the little girl fell in front of me, her back was turned to me, but her face was twisted towards me. I looked at the little girl's blood in horror.
More and more blood flowed from the eyes, nose, ears, and mouth, and slowly accumulated into a pool of blood.
My mother came up from behind in fright, covered my eyes, and shouted to me: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..." Through the gap between my mother's fingers, I clearly saw the little girl smiling at me.
, just accompanied by the bright red blood and tears, what I saw was so weird and creepy, I just felt like there was a bang in my head, and I didn’t know anything else.
What follows is what my mother told me later.
After I passed out, my mother immediately picked me up. She knew that my bones were weak and she was afraid that something evil might happen to me if something like this happened, so she quickly took me home.
After I got home, my mother put me on the bed and quickly made me a bowl of ginger soup. However, no matter how she fed me, my teeth were tightly closed and I couldn't get any water in. My mother was anxious and took me to the hospital.
But after arriving at the hospital, the doctor couldn't find anything wrong. He said that all my physiological functions were in good condition, but he didn't understand why I was unconscious. My mother had no choice but to take me home.
After I got home, I started to have a fever, and there was a roar in my throat, as if there was a mouthful of thick phlegm. I couldn't cough it out, and I couldn't swallow it. The voice sounded like that of an old man in his seventies or eighties, with no hint of a six-year-old child.
signs.
When my mother saw me like this, she immediately panicked. She also knew that I was probably attracting evil spirits, but no one in the city knew how to see it. These were all feudal superstitions and were affected by the blockade.
My mother knew that she couldn't afford to delay, so she quickly packed up her things and took me back to her hometown. In the car on the way back to my hometown, I kept talking loudly, and my voice sounded like I was just holding on to my remaining breath, which made my mother's eyes full of anxiety.
It turned red. At this time, an old man in the car said to my mother: "Your baby has recruited something dirty. Look at it like this, and it is going to take your baby's life!"
When the mother heard what the old man said, her nose immediately became sore and tears fell down. The mother cried and said: "Please, old man, please save my child! He is only like this, what have I done?"
What a sin!"
As soon as the old man heard his mother crying and begging, he immediately said: "I'm just talking, I don't know how to read it!" When my mother heard this, she cried even harder. The old man sighed and said: "Don't cry, you can't cry either."
It's not a solution. Hey, I remembered that there was a beggar in our area. The beggar was usually sloppy, but that year he saved a young man who was hanged. Everyone in our area said that he was a beggar.
There are some skills, why don't you take the baby to see them?"
When my mother heard this, she immediately stopped crying and nodded in agreement. At this time, my mother could only seek medical treatment in a hurry. Not to mention that the old man was talking about a beggar, even if he was a lunatic, my mother would go and beg for help.
The old man gave my mother the address. Coincidentally, this address turned out to be my grandfather's village. When the old man found out that my mother was Qin Duyan's daughter-in-law, his expression suddenly changed and he exclaimed in shock: "It turns out she is the daughter-in-law of Brother Qin's family. How disrespectful.
!" The old man changed seats quickly and left his mother. My mother wanted to ask something else, but looking at the old man's expression, she sighed.
My grandpa is one-eyed. People in the village are afraid of him, not only because of his appearance, but also because of his livelihood. Everyone in the village knows what grandpa does, and what he does is the most down-to-earth job.
, yes, he was a tomb robber, together with his precious five sons, but the fourth died when he was young. How and where he died, only their fathers know.
So my mother hurriedly took me back to my grandfather's village. It happened that day, my grandfather and father didn't go out. I was shocked when I saw my mother coming. When my mother had runny nose and tears, she told my father and grandfather.
When he noticed my situation, my grandfather glared with his one eye and cursed: "I, Qin Duyan, always play tricks on ghosts. I have never seen ghosts play tricks on our family! Take him back to the house and let me see the baby."
It was almost dark at this time, and my mother carried me to the bed in the house. Grandpa opened my eyes and took a look and said: "Shuyun (my mother's name), my baby is very ill this time. You are also very ill."
You know that people like us can't get close to the doll often, and the doll came here strangely, so you keep it with you all the time, don't you blame us?"
At this time, my mother was crying like a tearful person, and said with sobs: "Dad, please stop talking and save the baby quickly. After saving the baby, I don't blame you!"
Grandpa sighed, took a small bowl, put a bowl of rice in the bowl, and then put it in front of me. Strangely enough, as soon as the rice was placed next to me, it jumped up. At this time, I
I actually opened my eyes and stood up, giggling at my grandfather and saying, "Windmill, the windmill you gave me!" My voice turned into a girl's voice. When my mother saw this posture, she couldn't bear it and fainted.
Dad helped mom out, and grandpa followed him out and said to dad: "It's not going to be easy this time. According to Shuyun, this girl died for Xiao Guan Guan. It was Xiao Guan Guan who died originally. Now this girl
I'm not happy anymore, I have to take Xiao Guan away with me!" When my father heard this, he immediately became anxious and said, "Dad, you can't do this, you can't just ignore Qin Guan because of his origins. He was the baby you gave me!
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Grandpa glared with one eye and scolded: "You worthless kid! How could I say I won't save Xiaoguan Guan? You hurry back and find out the birth date of this dead girl. Hurry up, it's too late. After tonight, this pass will be over."
It's dangerous!" When my father heard this, he immediately turned around and left. Grandpa shouted: "It's dark and there are no cars. You should ride your bike quickly and see if there are any rides on the road. Bring more money.
Grandpa wanted to say something else, but dad had disappeared.
Grandpa walked into the house and saw me jumping on the bed, but this boy's body was emitting a girl's voice: "You gave me the windmill, you want to play with me!"
Grandpa sighed and locked the door.
At night, I started to make trouble, barking wildly, wailing, sometimes female voices, sometimes male voices, none of which sounded good anyway, and my grandfather's black dog kept barking.
I don’t know how dad found the girl’s birth date. It was already past ten o’clock in the evening when dad came back. Dad told grandpa the girl’s birth date. Grandpa counted it with his fingers and sighed: “This girl is not going to die.
Of course, she met Qin Guan and died for him, but she was unwilling to leave like this. Her life was not over, and it was difficult for the Lord of Hell to accept her. If she continued to be entangled like this, Guan Guan would really be attracted by this woman.
The baby was taken away!"
Grandpa told Dad to wait at the door, and then he checked out the house with a bag and a bowl. About half an hour later, Grandpa came back, holding a bowl of cereals in his hand, and I didn't know what else was in the bag.
Grandpa said to his father who was guarding the door: "Kill Heizi, fill a bowl with the dog's blood, and pull out one of the dog's teeth." Dad said in surprise: "What?" Heizi is a good helper for Grandpa and the others in their work.
, Grandpa shouted: "If you want to save your baby, hurry up, Heizi is psychic, he won't blame us!"
Dad killed Heizi with tears in his eyes. At that time, Heizi seemed to have known his fate and did not avoid it. But when his father stabbed the knife into Heizi's body, Heizi whined and stared with bright eyes.
Dad then shed tears. At that time, Dad couldn't bear it anymore and started crying crazily. Grandpa also turned his head and wiped his one eye.
When dad was killing the black man, grandpa drew a few talismans, then took out some scraps of cloth from the bag he just carried when he went out, and gave them to mom to sew a small set of clothes. After sewing, he compared the small clothes with
Cut out a paper garment of the same size from the burning paper.
After doing this, grandpa said, I will go in later, and you don’t care what happens inside. After saying that, grandpa took a few sticks of incense, carried the bag with dog blood, and took the paper clothes and various other things from mother’s hand.
Small clothes sewn from scraps of cloth entered my house.
As soon as I entered the house, I was sitting with my back to my grandfather. But when I heard my grandfather come in, I slowly turned my head around. When I came back, I only heard a few loud popping noises, and my head was completely numb.
I twisted around! Then my eyes, nose, and mouth began to bleed, and a female voice came out from my mouth: "You gave me the windmill! You play with me!"
Grandpa sighed and ignored me who was frightened on the bed. He took out a rope from the cupboard, dipped both ends in some dog blood, and walked up to me. At this time, I screamed and crawled in, my head still falling.
Then he twisted around and shouted: "You gave me the windmill!"
Grandpa grabbed me, held me down hard, and tied me up tightly. The struggle of a six-year-old child made it almost impossible for grandpa to hold me down!
