I woke up from my dream in a cold sweat. It was just getting dark outside, and I couldn't see the inside of the house, but I had a feeling that the two snakes were really in the room.

Perhaps, at the moment, he is still dangling at the head of the bed.

My second uncle, who lives next door to me, rushed in as soon as he heard the cry and asked me what was going on.

"Snake, snake, second uncle, there is a snake in the house!"

When the second uncle heard this, he hurriedly turned on the light.

The head of the bed was empty, there was nothing.

At this time, my father and my mother also came over, and the second uncle told them that it was okay, and the baby was having a nightmare.

But when my mother saw that I was sweating profusely, she put her clothes on me in distress, put her arms around me, and asked me what I was dreaming about.

The night I dreamed of a female corpse, I woke up with an impression left. But this time I remember it very clearly, as if it really happened.

My mom asked, and I said it at 1510.

"White Snake Kiss!" The second uncle and my father said in unison, and hurriedly turned around and went out after speaking. My mother and I were scared and anxious, so we went out.

Outside, the second uncle pulled the door of the hall, and the cold wind poured in, and my mother exclaimed: God! What kind of iniquity is this!

After howling, my mom sat on the ground with tears in her eyes. I stood next to her, and my legs went limp.

The red coffin that we buried the day before yesterday was now parked in the courtyard, and two white snakes the thickness of adult arms were wrapped around it, twisting and writhing, as if they had carried the coffin here.

"Shhh The second uncle took a breath and turned around and asked me, "Did you see clearly the day before yesterday whether there was a living corpse or a dead corpse in the coffin?" ”

I said firmly, "It's a dead body." ”

When the second uncle heard this, he turned around and turned out a bottle of realgar wine in the hall, drank two sips to strengthen his courage, and then took a sip and rushed to the courtyard to spray at the two white snakes.

As soon as the smell of male yellow dispersed, the two white snakes twisted their bodies, lifted the coffin, and slipped towards the gate.

Looking at the escaped white snake, my mind was full of dreams at night.

The new daughter-in-law, could it be the female corpse in the coffin?

The second uncle chased to the gate and sprinkled all the realgar wine on the ground.

Seeing that the second uncle drove the white snake away, the fear in my heart eased a little, helped my mother to the sofa, and when I returned to the yard, I asked the second uncle what was going on, what is the white snake sending relatives?

The second uncle and my father didn't say a word, and opened the coffin directly.

The female corpse was still in the coffin, I don't know if it was because of the light, I felt that her skin was a little whiter and tenderer than the previous two days, but the compass that was originally pressed on her hand was held in her hand at this time.

The coffin just opened, who moved the compass?

I had a hair on my back, and I turned around and tried to run back to the house to hide from my mother's arms, but my father grabbed me and told me to go to the coffin and turn the body over to see what was on her back.

His words could not be refuted, so I had to take off my shoes tremblingly, and as soon as I entered the coffin, he and my second uncle turned their backs.

When I turned the corpse, I didn't even use any force, but the corpse turned on its own side, so frightened that I shrank back and hit the coffin wall, and I didn't dare to move for a long time.

The second uncle heard the sound and said, "Xiao Chu, you take off her clothes and take a closer look at her back." ”

The clothes of the female corpse are ancient costumes, which are not easy to take off, and when you move your hands, there will inevitably be physical contact, and every time I touch her, my heart trembles.

When I was so scared that I was about to cry, I finally untied the crony.

As soon as the clothes were opened, the good smell became a lot stronger, and it seemed to be the fragrance of corpses.

The skirt was pulled up to the waist, and I saw a demonic red flower bone on the back of the female corpse.

It wasn't a tattoo at first glance, it looked like it had grown out of flesh, it wasn't blooming yet, but it was lifelike.

"Second uncle, there is a flower!" I let go of my hand and stayed as far away as I could from the female corpse.

My dad seemed to have expected it a long time ago, gritted his teeth and said twice, "Sure enough, sure enough!" Then he said, "Xiao Chu, look at the flowers!" ”

"No, it's not open!"

As I answered, I pulled up the skirt of the female corpse, and without carefully arranging it, I hurriedly straightened her and crawled out of the coffin.

"It's good if it's not opened, and there is still time if it is not opened! Second, you go and prepare, they want to borrow the corpse to make trouble, we will provide the corpse, and after two years, see what they are capable of. ”

When my father said that he was willing to offer the body, he was less hesitant and very firm.

To offer is to respect and serve.

Many of the ghosts and gods worshipped in the countryside are based on fear.

The only way to offend something that cannot be offended and feared is to respect it and serve it.

And after a long time of worship, it will be recognized and sheltered.

My father wants to offer the corpse of the woman, which means that our family cannot afford to offend it. At the same time, I also want to get the protection of the female corpse through the offering, and fight back against the people who want to harm us.

It's just that even if the female corpse can really manifest, in two years, it will shelter our family?

The second uncle disagreed when he heard it, saying that the corpse was unlucky, I am still young, and the impact is great, so it is better to burn it and force the people behind it to show up.

The two argued for about ten minutes, and finally the second uncle compromised, the reason was the flower behind the female corpse, although my father didn't say what it was, but when it was mentioned, the second uncle's confidence was insufficient.

That thing, it seems to have a origin.

But whatever you offer, you must have reverence, and someone must serve you.

After discussion, my father decided to offer the female corpse in my room, and I would be responsible for the daily incense and offerings.

I was scared to cry at the time, but crying couldn't stop the adults from deciding.

At noon, the red coffin entered my room, and my father forced me to offer incense. For days to come, I was too scared to sleep until I couldn't bear it anymore and could sleep for a few hours.

Later, my mother bought a flower cloth to cover the coffin, and I stopped having nightmares at night, and my sleep slowly returned to normal.

But since I offered the corpse, I have been depressed and have not talked much. Later I found out that I may have been scared out of depression.

And the bad luck that the second uncle said began to come true seven days later, first the livestock in the family died one after another, the newly bought pigs and chickens could not be raised, and the crops in a few acres of fields were also plagued, and the grains were not harvested.

In order to make ends meet, my father had to work outside, but by the time I started school, their boss ran away and didn't get a penny.

Seeing that he couldn't even pay the tuition, the second uncle borrowed 800 yuan from Uncle Zhao, helped me pay the tuition, bought an old bicycle, and pedaled to take me home every day to incense the female corpse.

In less than half a year, our family was so poor that we couldn't even eat rice. It's a good one, and it's also used to worship female corpses, which makes me often cry.

During that time, because of malnutrition, I was dark and thin, and I couldn't go to self-study in the morning and evening, my academic performance plummeted, and my teachers disliked me, and my classmates called me a little beggar behind my back, and they didn't want to play with me.

This made me feel more and more inferior, and I walked with my head down. It wasn't until my fourteenth birthday that my long-suppressed emotions finally exploded.

Children in the countryside celebrate their birthdays, unlike now, when they have cakes and gifts, but they will have a few hairy eggs.

But the chicken coop at home has been cold for a year, and I really can't get eggs. The second uncle went up the mountain to dig all night, and only then did he touch three wild eggs and came back and asked my mother to cook them for me.

Half a year without oil and water, looking at the eggs tumbling in the pot, my eyes are glowing green, and I sit in front of the stove with my eyes open.

Seeing that it was about to be cooked, my father came back from outside, scooped up the eggs in a bowl without saying a word, and asked me to bring them to the female corpse.

My eyes turned red at once, but at that time, my depression was already very serious, so I gritted my teeth and didn't cry, and took the eggs to the female corpse.

That night, after my father and the others had gone to sleep, I got up, ate the eggs on the table, and when I had finished eating, I carried the quilt to the coffin, and lit a fire.

Seeing the red coffin burning in the fire, I stood in the doorway and cried loudly.

At that time, I couldn't tell whether I was crying or yelling.

My father's eyes were red when he looked at the raging fire, and he rushed over and beat me, and if it wasn't for my mother's protection, he felt like he would have beaten me to death.

I slowly calmed down and became very scared.

Strangely, after the fire was extinguished, the quilt and bed were burned to ashes, but the red coffin was unscathed, and the patent leather was still red and shiny.

Seeing that the coffin was fine, my father and second uncle were relieved and did not beat or scold me. It's just that they haven't slept all night, muttering that they don't know what to discuss.

As soon as the morning dawned, my father took his salute and said that he was going to work in the city, and then left.

I hated him and didn't send it.

Since my father left, I didn't dare to sleep at night, guarding my mother with my grandfather's copper coin sword, for fear that the female corpse would crawl out of the coffin and take revenge.

However, things didn't go the way I thought, and after the fire, things started to get better in our family.

First, my father sent money back from outside, and then the family began to be able to raise livestock, and they sold a lot of money in a year. The second uncle also tinkered with the boxes left by his grandfather, and did the business of Mr. Feng Shui, and he would take me with him on weekends.

When I was in the third year of junior high school, my family was prosperous again, not only renovated the old house, but also built a two-story building next to my second uncle and bought a motorcycle to pick me up.

The days are better, the nutrition keeps up, I start to grow bigger, I become whiter, my personality slowly begins to recover, and I will play with my classmates.

But my hatred for the female corpse has not diminished at all, and I have burned it once without incident, and I have become a little unscrupulous. Sometimes when I offer her chicken legs, I will secretly take two bites and lick them with my tongue.

Thinking about letting her eat my saliva makes me feel very comfortable.

It wasn't until the second semester of my third year of junior high school that something big happened that changed my perception of her and affected my life.