My grandfather had to go out every once in a while, and it would take three or four days to go. I waited a day while he was out of the house, and waited with curiosity, according to my father's habit, if he didn't come back for dinner, he would definitely not come back for the night.

That day, I waited until it was dark and didn't see my grandfather come back, so I knew that my chance had come. Just in case, I sneaked through the door and slipped into the Westinghouse.

At that time, I didn't know that the Northeast was honored by the Westinghouse, whether it was for the ancestors or for the family immortals, all had to be in the Westinghouse.

After I slipped in, I took the key and opened my grandfather's mahogany box.

The box was full of strange things, so many things that I hadn't seen or heard of. I took out the contents one by one and laid them out on the ground, playing with them one by one.

After a while, I felt that the room was too dark for me to see clearly. My grandfather didn't turn on the lights in the Westinghouse, and he usually lit oil lamps when he came in. The outside light could only reach the door, and I couldn't see anything clearly, but I started looking for oil lamps in the house.

I found the lamp oil, but I don't know where I put the lamp holder.

On an idea, I picked up a small waxy bowl from the ground held on an iron pillar, poured the oil into it, and threw the wick into the bowl.

Those who have used oil lamps don't know that it's not that complicated, you just take a plate for eating, pour some lamp oil into it, and you can also use it as a lamp plate.

I waited for the wick to be almost finished, and then I struck a match and lit the oil lamp. I didn't expect that as soon as the flame burst up, a green light came out, and the dark green flame instantly illuminated half of the room.

But Westington became a miserable green, green shadows everywhere I looked, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop a lot, and I shivered from the cold.

At that time, my first instinct was to run out, but before I could reach the door, the Westinghouse door closed by itself.

I tugged hard twice inside and felt that something was wrong—the Westinghouse door had just been pulled out of the crack by me, and it was immediately pulled back into the distance, and if no one was pulling the door outside, how could the door close by itself?

However, the door of the outhouse has already been plugged in by me, who else is there in my house besides me?

I was so frightened that I took two steps back, and finally came to my senses, but the door opened a crack of its own, and a round eyeball appeared outside the crack in the door, and the man seemed to have no eyelids, and the eyeballs were completely protruding outward, and he looked at me through the crack in the door.

I was so frightened that I stepped back, but the door opened a little by itself, and in a few moments, the man outside was most exposed. The man's face was half covered by hair, and half of his body was dressed in white clothes, and half of his body did not know whether he was wearing black clothes or hiding in the shadows, and it looked like it was pitch black.

The man was still three or four meters away from me, but he stretched his hand over to me. I watched as the man's hand came to me, and his fingertips almost touched my nose. Frightened, he took two steps back, grabbed the oil lamp on the edge of the kang and smashed it.

The oil lamp will not catch fire if it is placed on the table, but if you knock over the lamp tray and let the flames touch the lamp oil, you can immediately light the house. As soon as I threw out the oil lamp, the green ball of fire was lifted from the ground, and the man at the door not only did not hide, but crawled towards me by the light of the fire, and his eyes did not know whether they were blinded by the fire, and there was a white film of white flowers on the eyeballs.

There wasn't even a window in the whole Westinghouse, and I couldn't run if I wanted to, so I could only watch the man crawl under my feet, and when I had nowhere to hide, the man grabbed my feet and neck against the ground.

I only felt a chill under my feet, and then I saw a hand stretched up along my chest and grabbed my neck, and I fainted on the spot in the dark.

When I woke up, my grandfather had already come back, and he was sitting on the edge of the kang smoking, and when he saw that I woke up, he scolded me with a scolding on my head and face: "I said that as soon as I went out, my heart was sudden, it turned out that you were dying at home! Why don't you go to heaven?"

"What did you light it, do you know? It's a godly jar made of dead man's brains and bones, something for wine. You lit the lamp oil in it, and the mountain god came down to drink, and as a result, he threw you and burned a fire, you really have the ability. ”

I was scolded by my father so much that I didn't dare to squeak, but he scolded more and more: "Can you do it? Why don't you pee in the godly cup?"

"It's gone!" I was so frightened that I wanted to cry, but I didn't dare not tell the truth, when I was playing in the house, I did not want to go out to pee, so I peed into a pot that came out of the box.

My father hurriedly ran over and picked up the pot and smelled it, and his whole body trembled with anger: "You little calf, you soaked urine and lost your own little life." ”

I didn't know what was going on at the time, but I later learned that the matter of burning the Divine Bowl was not a big deal, as long as my father could reconcile with others, it would be fine.

But the pee I poured into the pot was terrible. There was already half a pot of sake in the pot, and it was a sacred sake specially used to worship the gods. My grandfather has to take the god wine and invite a bigger god to help me suppress the evil spirit, so that I can give the matter to me.

However, my lord didn't know that he was paying tribute to half a pot of urine, and this time he should have pressed the evil not down, but offended the great god above.

My grandfather was so angry that he walked around the house several times, and I whispered to him, "Master, have I offended Xian'er?" or I will kowtow to him to make amends. ”

"Keep your mouth shut!" my lord scolded me angrily, and went into the Westinghouse to light three sticks of incense. I don't know what I'm chanting on my knees?

After a while, I heard a commotion in the house, and when I got up and looked, I realized that my father had dropped the incense burner.

My father stood in the house and pointed to the beam of the house and scolded: "Lao Tzu beg, you really should give you a little face, right? If you dare to touch my grandson, Lao Tzu will let you die first." ”

Before I could figure out what was going on, I asked my grandfather to pull out of the bed in the house and throw it into the mahogany box: "Wait for me here." Don't come out. ”

I watched as my father took out two knives from under the offering table and pinned them to his body, and then took off an oilcloth bag from the beam of the room, and walked away on his body.

I sat in the box and waited for half the night, and I didn't see my grandfather come back until dawn. When my father came back, he was covered in blood, his face was frighteningly white, and he couldn't walk steadily.

I was so frightened that I quickly climbed out and helped him to the kang: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Let me sleep for a while!" my grandfather said this sentence and fell asleep, this sleep is one day and one night, and no matter how much you call in the middle, you can't wake up.

At that time, I thought my father was dead, and I was so scared that I cried several times. When my grandfather woke up, his anger was gone. Sitting on the kang and smoking two or three bags of cigarettes in a row, he said to me: Our old Chen family's hometown is the northeast, but your grandfather has lived near the capital......

Back then, your grandfather caused a big disaster, so we came back to take refuge. I've been chasing your grandfather for several years, but I haven't found his whereabouts. Later, your grandfather suddenly found me and told me that something was going to happen at your house.

At that time, I didn't know if your grandfather was dead or alive. But I know that what he told me must be accurate. I rushed home as hard as I could, but I was still a step too late. When I got home, your dad was gone.

I didn't dare to take you to stay in the capital anymore, so I took you back to my hometown in the Northeast. When you were three years old, you had an accident and almost died, and your grandfather came back again, telling me that when you were twelve, take that pot of imperial wine and go to the mountains to save your life.

You're good, kid......

My grandfather stopped at this point, and after a long while, he said to me: This is the life of our grandfather, wait until you are twelve years old. I will take you up the mountain, if you can live, we will live together, if you can't live, we will have to die together.

Since then, my grandfather has never hidden anything from me. He told me: My grandfather used to play a small drum in the capital to find something amazing. He left without finding the object. My grandfather estimated that my grandfather probably died somewhere. I came back and told him that it was my grandfather's soul who had an accident at home.

The person who sent the lantern to my house that day sent me an evil spirit, and my father blocked the evil qi by nine points, but I still got a bit of evil energy. With that evil spirit, I won't live more than twelve.

My grandfather has been protecting me all these years, just to help me get rid of evil when I was twelve years old. But now don't say it's evil spirits, it's hard to say whether I can get through the trouble I caused myself.

After that day, my father dug a well at home, and put a coffin under the well, and I went to school as usual during the day, and when I came back at night, I slept in the coffin with my father.

Every time before I went to bed, my father threw the contents of his mahogany box next to me and helped me sleep in his arms. Every time I hold those things, it's like I can hear someone talking next to me, or it's just like hugging someone, and I can move those things twice in the middle of the night.

When the sound of talking on the thing stopped, my father took it out and burned it.

When there were not enough things, my father went out to collect them, and when he came back, he threw them next to me. But the things he collected later were not as good as the things in his box, sometimes just a few rusty coins, and occasionally he could run into something else.

In addition to not letting me sleep properly, my father had to let me eat a grave meal every three days, which my father had prepared at night and brought to the cemetery, and then brought it back to me the next morning. The food is full of earthy smell, not to mention, if you can't eat it, you can eat a worm in two bites.

But my father told me that even if there was a toad in it, you would have to chew it up for me. When I didn't eat, he grabbed my neck and stuffed it in my mouth. No matter how much I cried, he didn't feel distressed.

I didn't feel any changes in myself, but my classmates said that I had a cool air on my body, especially my two hands, which were cold to the touch. They all laughed at me for being dead. I can't say anything about the bitterness in my heart.

I also asked my grandfather what he was doing. My grandfather told me: When we get through that level, if you don't want to learn, I will teach you. If you can't get through, it's useless to say anything.

I just lay in a coffin for three years, until the day I turned twelve......