As mentioned earlier, my aunt is a very Buddhist person.

Her belief in Buddhism began when she lost her father when she was fifteen years old. Very religious, in addition to long-term vegetarian chanting, she has always remained single in the past 60 years, so the people in the village subtly treat her as a real nun, and respect her very much.

This time, Sister Qiu Mei was buried in the Well of Yama, because she mentioned Jian yì, because after seeing Sister Qiu Mei's corpse, she said to my uncle, 'The girl is too resentful, and I am afraid that the general excessation will not be successful, and she must enter the Well of Hades once.' ’

I was kind enough to let Sister Qiu Mei suffer less in the underworld, but I didn't expect that something like that would happen to Sister Qiu Mei's coffin when she was buried, and I didn't expect that my aunt would die suddenly in this special funeral. So after the funeral, my aunt never came to my uncle's house again, and I heard that she was sick or something, and I didn't see her go out for several days. It wasn't until I learned that my phone fell into the well of Hades and was retrieved, so I hurriedly appeared again, and my face was particularly terrible when I appeared, probably because what happened a few days ago stimulated her, and the expression and tone of voice when I spoke were extremely harsh, so that although I thought she took this kind of thing too seriously and made too much fuss, I couldn't refuse her words on the spot.

After all, I was also at fault in this matter, and the fault was that I didn't take the matter of dropping my phone into Hades' Well as a thing.

Just like the food that is offered for worship on the altar, whatever is thrown into the well of Hades is considered something from the underworld.

They belong to the dead, so they can't be taken out again, and even if they are taken out accidentally, they can't be used by the living, and they can't be sent to their own or other people's homes, because that's called 'sending Hades to the door', and if someone else accepts it without knowing it, it will be extremely unlucky.

Although I know such a rule, first, the mobile phone is sent to the door by the police, and I can't refuse to accept it, and second, for most of the young people living in this place, this kind of old rotten grain-like statement is undoubtedly the same as the storage zài of Yama Wangjing, which is an old, terrible, and somewhat pedantic and ridiculous thing. Therefore, it is one thing to be afraid of it, but it is another thing to believe it, and besides, if the king of Hades can really be sent to the door because of this kind of thing, then how many Hades must be prepared by the underworld, isn't it?

Therefore, to ask me to leave here overnight in spite of my uncle's illness and the mess in the family just because of such a superstition makes me feel a little unreasonable about my aunt.

So I originally wanted to try to persuade her with my views and positions, but later, I still had to choose to compromise, because if my aunt's insistence alone would be enough, the problem was that everyone in the yard helped her persuade me to go, so if I insisted on staying, I would be ignorant.

What's more, my uncle and aunt also hesitated to come to discuss with me about this.

Seeing the embarrassment and worry on their faces that were difficult to hide, I thought it was better not to embarrass them too much, so I could only promise to leave that night and come back after the 'limelight'.

Calculating the time, maybe it should be able to catch up with the hundred days of Sister Qiu Mei and her aunt.

I could probably feel the sullenness in my heart when I left, so when I drove to the train station, my uncle didn't dare to talk to me for the first half of the journey.

It wasn't until the car entered the national highway that the road began to feel dull when there were few cars on the road, and his conversation box gradually opened. He said to me, "Beitang, I know that you have been brought up by your uncle and their family since you were a child, so you are very filial to them, but you really don't blame us for being too superstitious in this matter." ”

For his words, I didn't say whether I was to blame or not, but only replied, "I can't participate in Sister Qiu Mei and her aunt's May Seven." ”

This sentence made my uncle's swarthy face blush for a while.

Because of this, he was silent for a while, and then exhaled vigorously before he said to me again: "I know you feel uncomfortable, but if you want to blame, blame us, don't blame my aunt." The old aunt is very sincere, and she is indeed very superstitious, but the whole village now counts that she knows this kind of thing best and is the most particular, so ......"

"No matter how particular you are, is it true that no one has ever taken anything out of the well after so many years of burial and so many human sacrifices?"

He thought for a moment and nodded: "Yes, there were years of great famine. ”

People of his age seem to be fond of mentioning the past of that period.

But most of it is for the sake of remembering the bittersweet and sweet, and it is related to the Hades Well, but it is really the first time I have heard of it, so I originally listened absent-mindedly with a sullen breath, but as soon as he said this, I immediately sat up straight, and then listened carefully to what he said.

He said that life was too hard at that time.

Soon after the communization, natural disasters occurred, the world was barren, and food was scarce, and many people in the countryside were sick with swelling and wanted to eat anything they saw. I was really hungry, and some people no longer cared about the rules and regulations of ancient times, knowing that there was food squeezed out of between the teeth during worship in the well of the king of Hades, and once they took advantage of the dark moon and high wind, and had the courage to hang some japonica rice, eggs and sweet potatoes from the well, and secretly took them home to eat.

At first, there was nothing to do, and who would take care of such a nosy thing if they couldn't eat enough? I didn't see any Hades coming to the door, so those people gradually became bolder, and remembered that there was still a lot of surplus at the bottom of the well, so they persuaded more people in their respective families to want to steal it again, so they simply stole all those things out, and didn't waste them in vain.

It's so easy to think about it.

But the day after they made their decision, suddenly all those who had eaten what had been stolen from the well, whether or not they had participated in it, fell ill.

In that case, why is it said to be evil?

My uncle said that because that kind of disease is too evil, I am afraid that only God knows what kind of disease it is.

At first, it just made the people talk nonsense with a fever, and then the fever subsided, but it started to have a rash, not a smallpox rash, but a black mass. At first, it was very small, small patches like measles, and it didn't hurt or itch, so I didn't pay much attention to it. But in just a day or two, the rash suddenly became bigger, turned into pus, the largest can be the size of grapes, the smallest has to be the size of a fingernail, it is still not painful or itchy, but if you accidentally touch it, a ball of black water comes out, and you can't collect the wound for half a day.

At this point, no matter how poor you are, you have to send it to the doctor.

But at that time, the level of medical care was completely incomparable with what it is now, and he looked down on real doctors at all, so he could only be sent to a barefoot doctor, which frightened the Jianghu Langzhong. Naturally, I don't know how to treat it, so I can only give some disinfectant water, but it's even worse, it doesn't hurt, and one by one I start screaming like killing pigs, shouting: Peel the skin!

After that, none of them came back alive.

All of them are dead, rotting alive, because in the later stage, those sores will break if they don't touch themselves. Once it is broken, those wounds can no longer be closed, and pus and water continue to flow, and they just squeeze people dry and squeeze until they breathe their last breath.

Therefore, after that, even if he starved to death, no one dared to touch the things in Hades' well.

I have to admit that I was really frightened by my uncle's description.

I couldn't say anything for a long time, and my mind was full of the black pus and black water he described. waited until the love slowly recovered, and then remembered to ask him: "Uncle...... How do you know so well...... You were very young, did you? You knew them?"

"Because the person who led the way out of the well was my aunt and his father. My uncle looked at me and said. "And the only person who ate those things, but didn't die in that strange disease, was your uncle who happened to go out to the province to find work at that time, and never dared to return home again after getting the news. ”。