I was so scared that I fell straight out of my chair!

He was so oozing that his bare feet were dirty as if they had just been pulled out of the mud, and the original left arm was only an empty coat sleeve.

This man's face was black and red, full of deep ravines carved by the years, like a villager who had worked on the farm for decades under the sun, and I couldn't guess his age at all.

The bridge of his nose is quite high, and he has a pair of round sunglasses on it, like the kind that fortune tellers often wear in movies.

But behind those light black lenses, I only saw one good eye.

His other eye was already closed.

I was trembling and couldn't speak, but the old man said in a very hoarse and low voice, "Give you the scissors on credit, and when your arms are broken, I will come back to you and get fifty dollars." ”

He's what my grandmother said was a knife man!

Before, after reading my grandmother's suicide note, I specially used my mobile phone to check the so-called credit knife man.

It is said that they are a group of mysterious people who walk around with scissors and kitchen knives, and usually like to go to the market or village to give free credit to everyone, but they only sell on credit, no matter how much money you pay.

After that they will leave a strange prophecy (che).

4) Speak and make it clear to you, and when the prophecy comes true, I will come back to you to get the money.

I remember a case about how many years ago in northern Shaanxi, a man with a knife went to a village at the foot of a mountain.

He went out on credit for dozens of kitchen knives, wrote down the address and name of the person who took the knife in detail, and then left a proverb as usual.

The man on credit said that within a year, when every family lived in the mud, he would come to collect money, thirty yuan for a knife.

The villagers are also having fun, after all, who doesn't want free kitchen knives?

Besides, who will live in the mud, and it's not an earthworm.

To everyone's surprise, a few months later, an inexplicable heavy rainfall fell for four days, and the mudslide easily washed away all the houses in the village and buried them alive, and even took many lives.

It is said that after this disaster, the man with the knife did come back to collect the money, but when he saw that the disaster was so terrible, he sighed and left.

When I think of this, I feel that the one-armed old man in front of me is more and more terrifying.

I sat on the ground and kicked my legs backwards, but the man with the knife followed me step by step.

When I had no way to retreat from my back against the wall, the old man repeated faintly, "I'll give you the scissors on credit, and when you lose both arms, I'll come back to you and get fifty dollars." ”

I shouted in a trembling voice, "Don't!! ”

The one-armed old man grinned disgustingly with yellow teeth, "The descendants of the Hua Po family are so cowardly, it is really a shame for her." ”

"Who are you!"

Hearing him hurt me like this, the fear in my heart instantly turned to anger.

The one-armed old man shook his head, and his big empty sleeves also fluttered back and forth, quite a bit of a Taoist person's taste, "It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity that Granny Hua's evil ability is now going to be lost." ”

Seeing that he didn't do anything to me, my heart calmed down a little, "It's my grandmother who doesn't want to pass on the skills, it's not that no one can learn it, this way is too evil, and her old man doesn't want her own people to be contaminated." ”

"Excuses."

The one-armed old man stepped back and sat down on the bench where I had just taken a nap.

"Xiao'er, do you know the prestige of the flower woman."

I thought about it, and it didn't seem like anything particularly noticeable had happened in my memory, and my grandmother had been careful to hide her secrets for decades.

Therefore, the word "prestige" in the mouth of the one-armed old man, I think it is very inappropriate to use it.

Seeing that I didn't speak, the old man continued: "There is evil on the tip of the tongue, and words are a curse. That's your grandmother. ”

These two sentences are definitely not good words at first glance, but when you think about it carefully, it seems to be a kind of praise that is a bit off-the-beaten.

At this moment, I was actually a little curious about the next words in the mouth of this credit knife man.

"Let's say that the broken tendon curse, no matter where you are, as long as her mother-in-law sits on the ground and folds her fingers and curses, your tendons will immediately be as hard as bricks and stones, brittle like rotten wood, and just move your muscles and flesh will be broken and blood will be splashed."

The one-armed old man took out a dry cigarette from his dirty coat, lit it and smoked it.

"Son, I'll tell you the manure curse again. Granny Hua is good at using live blood as a guide, and her mouth is filthy. And move your mouth to change your 100-day mold, and it is extremely simple to decay. Do you know the poor widower at the east end of the village? When he was young, he insulted a widow who had lost her family and demanded her life, and your grandmother was afraid that he would cause trouble in the village, so she cursed his mind with that dung mouth, so that he became a beast for half his life. ”

Of course I know that!

I just went to see the pig man with my second uncle last night!

Seeing that I was stunned, the one-armed old man laughed, and the smile was extremely free and easy.

"Xiao'er, let me ask you again, do you know that Granny Hua left some things for you?"

I looked at that face suspiciously, I just remembered that my grandmother had left me nothing but a suicide note!

Or maybe my grandmother stayed and the family didn't tell me?

The one-armed old man took a puff of cigarette and spit it in my face, "Child, the old man is not a bad person, if you can trust it, you can immediately set off to the old tree on the halfway side of Cunzi Mountain in the south of the village, and your grandmother buried something for you under the tree." ”

My curiosity was completely aroused by him, and I hurriedly asked, "What?!" ”

The one-armed old man tapped the cigarette ash and shook his head, "A few jars." ”

"Jar?"

"Yes, it's just a few jars, but you have to hear the old man's words clearly, the jars are black and white, and you can't touch the white ones, even if they are black, you don't remember them."

I nodded foolishly, "Okay..."

"That's the only relic your grandmother left you, I advise you to do it yourself, and don't tell your relatives."

I looked at the old man in front of me with a frown, my mind was in a mess, "You... Why are you telling me this..."

"It's just that the road is uneven."

The old man knocked out the smoke of the dry smoke, put it in his pocket, got up and walked out, "Remember, you can't touch the black jar, you can take the white jar." After that, if you want to find me, a half-blind old man, come to the bridge forest on the side of the mountain, and the old man lives alone in the forest and waits. ”

My mind was still trying to digest the words from the old man's mouth when he disappeared into the courtyard outside.

The summer breeze blows, and the cicadas chirp disturb the ears.

After a while, I took out my phone and called my dad, but no one answered.

I dialed it to the second uncle again, but no one answered.

In the end, my second sister answered my call, and I lied to her on the phone that she had to go out, but she came back soon and asked her to say hello to my parents and don't worry.

Out of the compound, I walked south, walked a few steps and looked back.

I saw that on the road in the village not far away, countless villagers were lined up, all holding a red paper umbrella in their hands, and they were all expressionless.

But their lips opened and closed slightly, as if they were muttering something.