The whole family thought that I must have been jealous of the ghosts, and that some ghosts must have tried to replace me while I was still full of wings.

But in the past three years, don't talk about ghosts, I can't see a single ghost.

The house next door barks very crazy, the big black dog, as long as my mother takes me over, it will be obediently prostrate on the ground.

Originally, the family thought that they could easily wait until the fourth year, and they thought that they could be safe.

But my father, who killed his son, actually felt that it was very troublesome to take it off every time he bathed his precious son, so he simply didn't bring it.

What the? Why can't I take a bath? The strange Taoist priest said that this jade is fire or something, if it is often soaked in water, it will lose its original function.

This jade is also a little strange, and the general jade is slightly cool to start with.

But this jade, which was still slightly cool at the beginning, became warm with three years of wearing, and the chalcedony in the middle actually grew red bloodshot with the wearing of these two or three years.

In the past three years, the pale red flame mark has also grown as the body grows.

But no one at home noticed that as the jade pendant was removed, the color of the birthmark was slowly deepening.

If you don't die, you won't die.

Sometimes the development of the story is so bloody, it was the Qingming Festival, and the grandfather and father didn't know what to do in the city.

But the grave sacrifice still has to continue, and the Li family's dog blood at three o'clock in the morning The rules of the grave sacrifice fell on my mother Yun Ningzhu.

In the village, my mother is a rare foreign surname, although my mother looks completely different from the temperament of the villagers, but because of her easy-going temperament, she also gets along with the people in the same village very well.

Straight to the point.

In the early hours of the morning, my mother quietly went away with red candles and paper money, and after repeatedly confirming that my two sisters and I had slept dead.

Around April, it is the cold season of spring, and the howling north wind erupts in the early morning, which is extremely wet and cold. The weeds on both sides of the road are still dry and gargling in the north wind.

According to the elders of the village, this is the ancient time when some people who fled the famine died here, and the kind-hearted villagers let these wandering spirits have a place to stay.

Thinking of these wild graves, my mother wrapped her clothes tightly and hugged the basket containing bamboo paper, and hurried through the lonely mountain with her head down.

I don't know if it's because of fear, but the wind around me seems to be stronger, and it whines out of thin air.

In the voice of Amitabha Buddha, I finally walked to the cemetery in the back mountain.

Not far away, the mounds of graves stand here like a person, as if looking at everything in the village.

This cemetery is the place where the ancestors of all generations of Lijia Village settled, but whenever someone in the village gets old, a new grave will be erected on this back mountain.

It took a lot of effort to find my grandfather's grave, and I hurriedly put down the red candle and burned the candle paper to perform the ritual of kneeling three times and bowing nine times.

If someone watched all this in the middle of the night, they would be scared half to death: shocked! A woman in red did such a thing in a cemetery in the middle of the night.

Strange to say, the cemetery was originally a gloomy place, but this Li family cemetery did not make my mother feel any gloomy, and even the wind felt much smaller.

Maybe the lonely ancestors of the Li family have really guarded them for generations.

After the worship, I returned to the back mountain, the somewhat terrifying path of the wild grave.

Originally, I was in a relaxed mood when I went back, but on the way back, I accidentally looked at a wild grave, but I couldn't take my eyes back.

I saw a lonely grave not far from the path, this lonely grave seemed a little strange at first glance, and after looking at it for a while, I realized how this wild grave didn't even grow a trace of grass?

There was no life in a radius of three or four meters from this wild tomb, and there was not a trace of weeds on the bare ground.

This lonely tomb stood there alone, out of place with its surroundings, and it seemed very abrupt.

Staring at this wild grave, my mother suddenly felt a little flustered in her heart.

Inside this wild grave... It was as if a vicious gaze was staring at you, and your mother was a little hairy, and her heart began to pound.

The mother's body couldn't help but shudder, secretly scolded herself for being dead, tightened her clothes and quickly paced up.

The lack of sight behind him couldn't get rid of it, and my mother didn't dare to look back, she just wanted to hurry.

But no matter how fast you walk, you still feel that gaze still follows you closely, and the more frightened you feel as time goes by.

The north wind was still howling, and the reeds were hugging each other and shivering to keep warm.

It was as if a pair of ethereal voices were calling for my mother.

Cold sweat flowed from my mother's cotton jacket.

Just when she was about to lose the atmosphere, her mother suddenly felt a chill all over her body, and then the whole person seemed to become wooden.

Her gaze became glazed, and she slowly hurried towards her home.

Moment....

She finally arrived at the door, and did walk slowly in my direction with a steady pace.

Seeing me sleeping, she had a grim smile on her dull face, and suddenly she collapsed unconscious.

At this time, I looked at the side as if I sensed something and cried, but the birthmark on my chest was gorgeous.

The birthmark was blood-red, and the lines inside the birthmark were pulsing, as if they were real flames.

The temperature in the room seemed to be hot, and my cries grew louder and louder.

As there seemed to be a wail in the house, the birthmark also faded, and I, who was still a baby, also quieted down and fell asleep quietly.

It was as if nothing had happened in the house except for the mother who fell to the ground.

The next day.

Unlike the early hours of the morning, it was a sunny day after dawn, and even if the wind and sun were beautiful, it would not be much warmer in this cold season.

Looking at the position of the sun, it is estimated that it is ten o'clock.

The mother woke up in a daze, and found herself in the room, and her head had not turned for a while.

What are you doing?

Covering his head and slowly getting up from the ground, frowning and looking confused, he patted his head, and then remembered that he didn't go to the grave last night?

Thinking of this, he hurriedly looked at his child.

Now I am the treasure of the whole family, and in the future, I will become a fairy-like character, and I can't have an accident.

Seeing that his child was still asleep, he relaxed a lot at first, but before he could relax, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

This baby is not like a child, the child is sleepy, it is normal for my two sisters to not get up yet, but the baby should have woken up and crying at this time.

The mother muttered in her heart: "Did you sleep again after waking up?" ”

I wanted to take a closer look at the child in the past, but just touched me, my mother's hand couldn't help but tremble: "Oh no, why is it so hot?" ”

"Right walk.. Positive. My mother gently patted my face to wake me up, but I didn't give her any response, which made her even more anxious.

"No, no, if you burn it like this, you will definitely burn your head" hurriedly picked me up and ran towards the village Tulangzhongna.

Mother looked at Lang Zhong, who was frowning and holding his pulse, without saying a word, and her heart began to be anxious.

"Old man, you must save my child, our family is only this one son"

Na Langzhong is not a miracle doctor, but when he was young, he also traveled all over the country to diagnose, and he also has some real skills.

But Na Lang is also very depressed in the center, this pulse is powerful, not disordered, not much inferior to adults, this is the first blame. Such a pulse is unconscious, and the high fever does not go away, which is the second blame.

The old doctor didn't dare to be sloppy, and honestly explained: "In this way, I'll prescribe a prescription to see if I can lower my body temperature, and at the same time give him a slight cold compress."

The old doctor weighed it and said truthfully: "This doll's illness is a bit strange, you should think about whether you have taken the child to any strange places." ”