Xiaochun Niang is dead.

He hanged himself on the door frame of his house.

After going out, I turned my head sideways and saw a lot of villagers watching the excitement at the gate of Xiaochun's mother's house, and a very bad and even uneasy feeling came up at that time.

When I passed, a few village ladies gathered at the gate of the courtyard saw me, and they cowered and retreated, as if they were afraid of being contaminated with remorse.

At that time, I didn't think much about it, and when I went up to the gate of the courtyard, I saw at a glance that the gate of Koharu's mother's house looked like drying clothes, and there was a woman wearing floral cloth clothes and a sallow face hanging on the door beam......

Although I rarely go back to the village since I was studying, and I don't see the villagers a few times a year, I lived in the village when I was a child, and the adults will grow old, but my face will not change.

I recognized at a glance that the woman with a sallow face that had turned into a blue-gray hanging, was Xiaochun Niang, who used to take care of me when I was a child.

The tongue was very long and drooped to my chest, and when I saw it, I only had one feeling, a chill in my back, and a needle in my spine.

Uncle Zhou, the village elder, was not as high-spirited as I looked when I was a child, with a lot of silver-white hair on his head, and he entered the courtyard with a few brave villagers, but they all stood in the courtyard and did not dare to step forward.

Old Uncle Zhou asked Liuzi to go over, but Liuzi's head shook like a rattle, and he lowered his head and said nothing.

Among the villagers behind me, there was an aunt who whispered that Xiaochun Niang had been coughing every day for the past two years, and she had no money to see it when she was sick, so she must have hanged herself without any way, but she was pitiful of Xiaochun's girl.

But I don't think so, I don't think it's so coincidental, I think of the thing that followed me last night, I don't know if it's the paper beauty, she was standing at the door of Koharu's house at that time, but because it was too dark I was afraid to see clearly......

Fear is like a tidal wave that drowns me, and this panic that emanates from my heart is more terrifying than what I have seen a ghost.

Is that paper beauty!?

When I came back from Yang's house, I followed me into the car, and when I got out of the car, I felt something following me, but when I entered the yard of my grandmother's house, the feeling of being followed suddenly disappeared.

At the time, I was just scared and didn't think much about it, but after my grandmother's burial, the crazy old man who suddenly appeared appeared, in fact, I had already guessed his identity.

At that time, because the Yang family had a mess and wanted to invite Daxian, the title of Xiaoyaozi was mentioned, but for some reasons, it was Zhong Bai who invited the Yang family.

Coupled with what Zhong Bai said to the crazy old man yesterday, I already have some affirmation that the crazy old man is what kind of Xiaoyaozi, this title should be his nickname.

In fact, there are many places in this that make sense, I think grandma knew the crazy old man when she was alive.

He must know some secrets, and yesterday he leaked his mouth, saying that in the dilapidated courtyard where his grandmother lives, there are two very terrifying owners.

At that time, I reacted very excitedly, and it was also because I subconsciously thought of the black-faced Buddha that my grandmother worshipped, which originally gave me a sense of horror that was yin and evil.

Although half of the face is the Buddha of compassion and purity, but the other half is simply a ferocious god, when I was a child, she kept silent when I asked my grandmother, even if I told me, it was the Buddha spirit that blessed me.

But after so many years, I am no longer the original child, it is precisely because my grandmother has been worshipping for more than ten years, that I want to ask about his whereabouts when the crazy old man finishes speaking.