The Black Buddha on the shrine was a little scary in the night, but I was no longer surprised.

I took one look and went into the house, and when I entered the door, I saw my mother lying on the old wooden bed, her face haggard, and I had only seen her for a few days, and I saw that there was a lot more gray hair on my mother's head.

What I didn't expect was that Aunt Qinghe was also present, taking my mother's pulse, and after seeing me enter the house, Aunt Qinghe stood up and smacked her lips to say something.

But in the end, he didn't say anything, sighed and shook his head, and walked out of the room.

I walked to my mother's bed and sat down, only then did I see that she had lost a lot of weight, and her two eye sockets were also deeply sunken and a little dark, and when she saw me, her empty eyes rolled a few times in the black hole sockets, and her heart was very complicated at that time.

"Mom!"

I held back my tears from falling.

When my mother saw me coming back, although she didn't speak, her eyes rolled and tears came out.

When I grabbed my mother's hand, my heart was half cold, and her hand was crumpled like cracked old bark.

After a long time, my mother closed her eyes and fell asleep, I covered her with the quilt, carefully walked out of the room, and waited for the door to close.

I looked sideways at Aunt Qinghe in the hall.

"What the hell is going on?" I'm straight to the point.

As he said this, my dad squatted at the gate and smoked, looked up at me, and turned back.

"It's your milk!" Qinghegu sighed.

When I heard this, my back was numb, and I looked up at Aunt Qinghe, a little incredulous.

Qinghegu lowered her face and told me that strange things had happened in my house in the past few days, and there was a sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the house for several days.

Every day in the middle of the night, there are people walking back and forth in the house, and sometimes I hear the door slowly opening, and there is the movement of entering the house to rummage things, but my dad walks out with his clothes on.

The voice was gone, and there was no one.

For several days in a row, my mother was so frightened that she didn't dare to turn off the lights, but even if she didn't turn off the lights in the room, the sound would still appear after twelve o'clock every night.

Coming in through the courtyard gate, sometimes walking in the yard, sometimes going straight into the house, two nights ago, my mother dreamed that my grandmother came back with a cane, rummaging through the house, as if she was looking for something.

Then he ran to my mother's bedside, staring at my mother's dark face with a pair of deep-set eyes, and cursed my mother viciously.

My mom woke up yesterday morning, feeling tired, her feet and neck aching, and it felt like she had walked all night in the mountains.

Resisting the swelling and sore feet, my mother sat up from the bed and prepared to put on her shoes, but she found that the shoes were also on her feet.

When I looked down, I screamed in fright, because my mother's feet were wearing the same embroidered shoes that my grandmother wore when she died, but her own shoes were missing.

Because Aunt Qinghe is the fairy lady in the village, two days ago, our family was in turmoil, and it was all Qinghe Aunt who helped to foil her, so I came to the door early yesterday morning.

When I entered the house and saw my mother wearing the embroidered shoes on her feet, her face suddenly changed miserably, and she cried out: "O iniquity, that crazy woman has come to the house!" ”

As she spoke, Aunt Qinghe immediately looked down at the ground, and my mother immediately looked down, but saw a row of shoe prints on the ground, spreading from the outside to the bedside.

Looking at the print pattern and size of the shoes, they are no different from the embroidered shoes, and the embroidered shoes are also covered with soil, as if someone has just run back from the outside wearing embroidered shoes.