"Isn't it just scratching a bloody scab? Not really, right? ”

My grandmother pouted, a little displeased.

However, it was obviously not as hard as he was just now, after all, it was because of his negligence.

"How not? Have you forgotten how his father died? ”

The third master seemed to be in a hurry, and shouted when he opened his mouth.

After shouting, he immediately looked very regretful, and peeked at me, as if he was afraid that I would collapse.

Grandma also became extremely nervous all of a sudden, squinting at me, and glaring at the third master.

My dad?

I frowned and looked at them suspiciously.

Didn't my dad go into the mine and stone to death?

At that time, it was an accident that shook the whole country, and in the newspapers, there was a list of my father's deaths.

It's not fake.

Then why would the third master say such a thing?

It seems that my dad didn't die in an accident, but some evil spirit incident?

"Nonsense, can you save it now?"

Grandma scolded and complained.

The third master lowered his head and did not speak, he was silent for a long time, and his face looked particularly struggling.

Finally, he let out a long sigh.

Say, "If you can't be saved, you will be saved." I used blood to trim this kid's palm prints.

If this kid dies, I'll have to be unlucky, you have forgotten, how did I get blind in this eye?

When my grandmother heard this, she was also very emotional, sighed fiercely, and said, why do you keep mentioning the past? Didn't you say yes and don't mention it?

The third master smiled, touched my head and said, this blind eye is your father's, the cycle of cause and effect, and the retribution is unpleasant.

Today, I'm going to give you this eye again.

I was startled and said, I don't want it, I have my own eyes, what do you want your eyes for?

The third master was not happy when he heard it, he glared at me and scolded me, saying that your dead fish eyes are useless, and my yin and yang eyes, up to the sky and down to the earth, just block your evil spirit.

As he spoke, the third master directly gouged out his eyeballs.

It's like squeezing fish balls, and the white eyeballs come out at once.

The third master was sweating in pain, and then pressed his eyes my palm.

I had just been poked with a big hole in my palm, and now I was just able to put my eyes down.

It's strange to say that as soon as the eyeballs are put in, they are hidden in the flesh.

The wound also healed very quickly, and after a while, it was as if nothing had happened.

However, the third master was in pain.

This famous capable man from ten miles and eight towns, his face was white in pain, and he was lying on the ground and rolling.

Not only rolling, but also foaming at the foam and convulsing, just like a sheep going crazy.

It's the first time I've seen this situation, and I'm terrified, and I'm afraid that the third master won't be able to slow down and die here.

However, the third master did not die after all.

Later, he became completely blind and could only use one eye.

Moreover, he doesn't shave his head anymore, and he doesn't deal with the living, let alone the dead.

The living immortal never made a move again, just an ordinary old man in a mountain village.

Still, he's quite happy.

Because he saved my life, my grandmother raised him.

This old thing, not only can you eat grandma's cooking every day, it's okay, but also scream and tease my grandma.

And me, he just made me recite strange scriptures every day.

When I make a mistake, he scolds, and if I don't make a mistake, he holds me up, laughs, and says that there is a successor, and there is a successor.

My grandmother thief was not happy.

Every time he refuted him, the old man snorted and said that you promised me, can you still rely on it?

As soon as Grandma heard this, she stopped talking.

The third master saved my life, this kindness is big enough.

Later, as I grew older, I became more and more curious about my parents.

I asked my grandmother a few times, but my grandmother didn't say anything, and when she insisted on asking, she wiped her tears.

What to say about injustice, injustice.

She is old, and I don't dare to ask, for fear that something will happen to her body.

However, the third master told me about this.

It was a snowy day, full of swan feathers, and it was flawlessly cold.

The third master drank soju, maybe he drank too much, and when he was happy, he told me the secret of many years ago.

He said, "My family was originally a landlord and was very rich.

The tenant farmers at home have long queues to pay rent, and the fields are larger than the whole village from south to north.

But then it fell.

Especially after the founding of the People's Republic of China, it is to divide the land equally, and what kind of culture is big and what kind of life is done.

My family was beaten into the Black Five category, and my family was ruined all of a sudden.

However, fortunately, my grandfather was a carpenter, and my grandfather also learned a little bit from him, so he was a little skilled and could barely survive.

Although the family was nervous, they did not starve to death.

However, there were unforeseen circumstances, and famine came all at once, and there was heavy rain.

The whole village was hungry.

Eating Guanyin soil and eating tree bark is good.

There are a lot of people who are easy to eat and eat.

What is Yizi called?

It's just a swap.

The children of their own family are reluctant to eat, and they are too cruel, so they will change with other people's families.

I eat yours, you eat mine.

There is no way, people can only do this in order to live.

At that time, my dad was already old.

Not eaten.

Of course, even if you want to eat, my dad is not stupid, the calf is fast, and he can't eat.

However, my grandmother has a cat in her hand.

The black cat, I heard that the coat color is the same as the satin, and it is particularly bright.

My grandmother is the daughter of a rich family, she has bound her feet since she was a child, she has never worked in the field, and she is pampered.

Since I got married, I have been holding a cat and raising it with good food and drink.

No matter how hard it is, the cat is never hungry.

Even if my dad is hungry, he is not hungry for the cat.

Because, that cat, saved her life.

Without the cat, she wouldn't have even been born.

My grandmother was born during the war years, when she was fighting devils, and there were gunshots and cannons every day.

My grandmother and her mother were timid, and when she was pregnant and about to give birth, she was swept away by devils.

She was afraid that at that time, the devil treated women extremely cruelly, regardless of whether you were pregnant or not, it was all rape.

Originally, the pregnant woman's body was weak, and she was nervous and scared, and she was scared to death.

I was scared to death and naturally wanted to bury it, and during the special period at that time, I didn't look for a coffin, and dug a pit directly.

As for the child, if the fetus is born, the fetus will die, and the adults can't take care of it, who cares about the child? They are all in a hurry to run for their lives.

However, as soon as the body was put in the pit, a black cat jumped out.

The black cat has an evil nature, and as soon as it touched the corpse, my grandmother and mother sat up, and the eyes were glaring, and the amniotic water was broken.

The baby's desire to survive is very strong, and it crawls out of the belly alive.

The baby crawled out, so naturally he couldn't throw it anymore, so he hurriedly hugged it.

Strange to say, the black cat followed.

Always follow.

What's even more weird is that the average cat lives for ten or eight years, but at most twenty or thirty years.

But it grew up with my grandmother until she got married, and then my grandmother gave birth.

He lived for fifty or sixty years.

Grandma said that it was a cat fairy and had to be offered.

In normal years, it's okay to be fed, so you have to have a mouthful of it.

But not in a famine year.

Especially my dad.

At that time, he was young, and when he heard about Yi Zi's food, he was frightened.

I thought that I couldn't be eaten, but I had to find something to eat.

When you're full, you won't eat me as a child.

Naturally, he fell in love with the old cat at home.

My father didn't care about superstition or not, and one night he came into the house and slaughtered the cat.

I also peeled the skin and cramped, and stewed it hot.