Suddenly, I remembered the question, could it be that she had a bad look, so I walked over and shook my hand about a meter in front of her. The old lady looked at it for a long time before she laughed: "This kid is really naughty, playing with your grandmother?" Kaohsiung also walked over and stood in front of her.

The old lady raised her face: "Child, are your grandparents at home?" Do you know if you two ran out? Where do you live, it's not far away?" Kaohsiung's faces and I changed, and it was obvious that if this old lady had good eyes, it would be impossible for her to not know that people of Kaohsiung's age could not still have grandparents alive. It seems that her eyesight is really weak, and it is estimated that even 0.1 is enough to choke.

Kaohsiung gestured to me, apparently trying to get me to answer. I thought to myself that I didn't talk about cross talk, where could I imitate children? But it has reached this point, Kaohsiung is almost fifty years old, his voice is hoarse, and it is difficult for him to learn the voice of children, so there is no way to drive me to the shelves. So I tightened my throat and tried to imitate the little boy's voice and said, "I don't know!"

"Okay, then you two come in and show you both something good. The old lady smiled and took the cane, stood up slowly, and walked tremblingly towards the door of the house. Kaohsiung gestured to Azanbudan and motioned for him to go in as well. Azanbudan didn't know Chinese, but seeing the old lady's state and the conversation between us, he was so smart that he could guess a few points. The old lady went into the house with her front foot, and Azambudan tiptoed into the house with her back foot.

The lights were on in the room, but it was very dim, and the old lady made a skillful turn when she entered the room, and entered the inner room. The house was shabby, dirty, and messy, with broken baskets, clay pots, and vats piled up everywhere, and a strong musty smell. There was an incandescent light bulb hanging from the roof, no more than 15W, which was not much stronger than the light emitted by ten fireflies. By the light, I saw that the old lady's skin was full of age spots, the wrinkles on her face were like terraces, and although her eyes were open, the eyeballs were very cloudy, and I couldn't even see whether there were pupils or not. The mouth was shriveled and probably had less than five teeth inside.

At this time, Azanbudan also quietly followed, and I saw Mr. Zhu also standing at the door, tiptoeing like a thief. I quickly raised my index finger to him, and he nodded repeatedly. The old lady moved the wooden lid of the vat and said with a smile on her lips: "There is a good thing, children like you must like it, don't worry, I will find it for you......" She laboriously bent down and took out a small clay jar from the jar, covered her mouth with a thick white cloth, and strangled the rope. She held it out with both hands, and her face was full of smiles: "Smell it for you?"

Kaohsiung looked at me, and I had to learn the child's tender voice again: "Hmm!" Then Azam Budan quietly walked over and took the crockpot, pressed the mouth of the jar with his left hand, and began to chant the mantra in a low voice.

"What?" the old lady was surprised, and looked around the house, not knowing what she was looking for. Kaohsiung seemed to be smiling, the old lady was a little anxious, and reached out to grab the crockpot, but her eyes should only be able to see the outline, and she touched Kaohsiung's lower abdomen, which is the height of a child, it seems that the old lady really treats the two of us as children. The old lady touched Kaohsiung, but Kaohsiung didn't move, let alone speak, just looked at the old lady with a smile.

The old lady didn't seem to have a very sensitive ear, and she couldn't even make out the direction of Azanbudan casting a spell on her right side. Later, she realized that she turned around anxiously: "Give it back, give it back to me!" Azambudan naturally ignored her, Kaohsiung stepped in front of her, and the old lady was about to turn, but I blocked it.

The old lady couldn't rush out of the encirclement with me in Kaohsiung, so she was so anxious that she stomped her feet: "Don't scream! That's my children, you can't take them away!" The old lady has no teeth, but she is also so anxious that she straightens her mouth. Azambudan raised the volume of the mantra, and the old lady came to the momentum and pushed me hard with both hands.

Azambudan took out the knife from his bosom, first cut the string that covered the mouth of the crockpot, opened the thick white cloth covering the mouth of the can, then placed the earthen pot on the basket next to it, and then slashed the finger of his left hand with the knife, and then took the earthen pot and dripped the blood into the earthen pot. I immediately smelled a foul smell permeating the air, and I couldn't tell what it was. In the past, I have smelled corpse urns in Thailand and Myanmar, and it is already very smelly, but it is different from the small crockpot now, it is a very strange smell.

As soon as the blood dripped in, the old lady screamed hoarsely as if she sensed something: "Don't hurt my child, don't, give me the child ......" She rushed to Azanbudan to grab the crockpot, but Kaohsiung was not polite, and reached out to push her down. In fact, Kaohsiung didn't use much strength at all, but the old lady's body was already very weak, and she fell down all of a sudden, leaning on many broken baskets. Those broken baskets were placed against the wall, about a dozen, piled very high, and covered with dust, and I estimate that no one has touched them for at least ten or eight years, because with the old lady's body and bones, it is impossible to put them so high, they should have been placed many years ago, and they have not moved.

She fell on the broken basket, and many of the baskets above her head shook and fell one after another, pressing down on the old lady. These baskets are full of miscellaneous items, rags and clothes, etc., and they are not too heavy. But the old lady couldn't get up for a while after she fell, and probably the whereabouts of these baskets frightened her a little, so she stopped moving.

"You're not dead, are you?" I whispered, reaching over to help, but stopped. If she really died, wouldn't I have been falsely accused? Kaohsiung also motioned for me not to touch her, and Azanbudan continued to cast the spell over there, and after a few minutes, he asked me to cover the thick white cloth again, tie it with a rope, and take it back.

Mr. Zhu, who was standing at the door, was still there to probe his brain: "What's wrong?" Kaohsiung waved his hand and said to go back first. The three of us went out of the house, Mr. Zhu looked at the old lady lying in the broken basket and dust, and asked if the old lady wanted it, and I hurriedly dragged him out, saying that you don't care about so much, go back first.

When I returned to the farmhouse, the boss and his two sons were not sleeping, and they were sitting in the yard eating watermelon. A local dog tethered to the side was lying down, but at this moment he immediately got up and barked at us. The farmer's son cursed, and the dog hid in the corner, but barked twice. When the owner of the farmhouse saw us coming back, he smiled and asked where we had gone, and Kaohsiung pretended to be bored and said that he had walked around the woods at the head of the village, and he couldn't sleep out of boredom. The son of the owner of the farmhouse said: "Uncle, don't go to the woods in the middle of the night, they all say that they are haunted, there are ghosts in the woods who specialize in catching children, and I have lost them twice before." ”

Kaohsiung smiled: "We are not children!"