My gaze lingered on the half-man-tall shrine behind the door, and I lost my mind for a moment, when suddenly, a pair of rough hands touched my head. I was startled, turned my head to see a wrinkled but kind smile appeared in my eyes, and I cried out in surprise: "Grandma, are you awake?" ”

Standing behind me was the mysterious grandmother I hadn't seen for a long time.

Grandma nodded at me: "Well, I'm awake, I've already woken up when I heard Xiaoyi's voice, but I'm old and useless, so I can't open my eyes." ”

I hurriedly sat down with my grandmother, saying that you are young, not old at all, grandma smiled, stared at me, her brows suddenly wrinkled, grabbed my hand, rolled up her sleeves, and saw countless cobweb-like black lines spreading from your wrists to your elbows, like countless poisonous snakes coiled together, making people feel cold.

The moment she saw this picture, my grandmother's face suddenly became shocked, and at the same time, she gasped, stared at me and asked, "Tell grandma, how did you get this?" ”

Looking at her expression, I knew that the situation might be a little bad, and I was busy telling everything that happened in Fengyang.

After hearing this, my grandmother's face was already so gloomy that it was about to drip water, and I was so frightened that I didn't dare to speak.

After being silent for a long time, I heard my grandmother sigh, looked at me with complicated eyes, and sighed: "This is all fate!" ”

Life? How so?

I felt strange in my heart, I had countless questions to ask, but I was stopped by my grandmother: "Xiaoyi, grandma knows that you are very confused, but now is not the time to say this, you listen to grandma, everything will wait until tomorrow, tonight, you must listen to me, you know?" ”

In the first half of the sentence, grandma's tone was still calm, but when it came to the second half, her face had become extremely solemn, I knew that the situation was serious, and I knew that something might have happened, so I responded seriously.

However, to my surprise, my grandmother actually told me to kneel in front of the shrine behind the door, just like the scene after the accident at the age of twelve, which made me both stunned and a little nostalgic.

I knelt down obediently, and my grandmother asked me with a serious face, if I remember what to do? I nodded, and with a hmm, the wrinkles on Grandma's face widened a little, and she nodded and said, "Remember, no matter what you hear or see for a while, you must not leave the room, otherwise, alas, otherwise even Grandma can't help it!" Remember, never leave! ”

Grandma's tone was a little low, and I felt strange in my heart, but I knew that now was not the time to ask, so I nodded hurriedly and said I knew. After a few more words of advice, my grandmother took off the cloth made of seven colored threads from her wrist, put it on my wrist, and left in a hurry.

The room, filled with the rich smell of plates, fell into a dead silence for a while.

I sighed, suppressed the doubts in my mind, and turned my head to look at the idol in the shrine in front of me. Most of the people in my hometown believe in ghosts and gods, so every house has a statue of a god. It's just that this statue in front of me is the first time I've seen it.

The statue is similar to Nezha, like a little girl, but it does not have Nezha's three heads and six arms, and like a normal little girl, instead of the solemnity of the treasure that the shrine should have, it has some more intimate charm.

I knelt down, as I remember, and bowed to the girl in the shrine three times in succession, filled the oil lamp placed in front of the boy, took three pillars of incense, and then cut the middle finger of my right hand, and suddenly scarlet blood overflowed. I first dripped three drops in the oil lamp, and then, enduring the pain, I made paper with incense and brushed the wound until each pillar of incense was stained with my blood, and then I held the wound and treated it simply, and lit the blood-stained fragrance.

The fresh fragrance wafted into my nose, which had the effect of calming the nerves and condensing the soul, but I always felt that the fragrance revealed a fishy smell, perhaps because it was stained with my blood! I didn't think much of it, I folded my hands, closed my eyes and bowed my head, and began to recite the mysterious scripture in my memory.

The scripture was so obscure and strange that if it had not been for the constant silent recitation of the scripture that made it a kind of instinct in my memory, I am afraid I would not have been able to recite it so skillfully after five years.

Once, twice, three times...... I recited silently, and at this moment, there was a sudden "squeak" sound from the wooden door next to me, and the door seemed to be opened.

I didn't open my eyes and whispered, "Grandma, is that you?"

There was no response, the deathly silence in the room, my heart tightened, could it be the "wind"?

I muttered in my heart and continued to recite the scriptures silently. There is a reason why I don't open my eyes, and my grandmother has told me in every possible way that you must not open your eyes during the process of reciting the scriptures.

After that sound, no more sound came from the room, and my heart was relieved and I continued to recite the scriptures. Nine times, this is what my grandmother told me, and I must recite it nine times.

Time passed little by little, and it was the seventh time, and at that moment, I suddenly felt a feeling of dizziness in my brain, and a bulge above my right arm, as if something was about to come out of it.

But strangely enough, I didn't feel the slightest pain, I didn't dare to slack off, and quickened the speed of my recitation, and the jingle bell, a crisp bell sounded, and it seemed so abrupt in the empty room, that I struck a spirit, and the sound, right in front of me, seemed to come from me.

"It's the red rope!" I remembered the colored thread that my grandmother had just given me, with two small brass bells tied to each end of the thread. I wondered more and more, why didn't I move when I was dangling before, but now it suddenly sounded?

When I was confused, the sound of the bell became more and more crisp, and at the same time, the place where the colored thread was strangled seemed to be on fire, and a sharp and piercing sound sounded behind my head, and the sound was like the hiss of a yaksha, which startled me, and I subconsciously jumped up, and at the same time opened my eyes and looked back.

However, there was nothing behind him.

"What's going on?" In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through my mind, and I hurriedly turned my head to look towards the door, however, what was strange was that the door of the room was so closed that there was no sign of being blown open?

Could it be an auditory hallucination?

The thought was immediately denied by me, and I could never have misheard, because the bell on my wrist was still vibrating and ringing. At the same time, those black lines are constantly twisting and struggling, as if they want to continue to grow.

"Holy shit, no wonder it hurts so much, it turns out that it's these black lines again!" I cursed secretly, ignoring the source of the strange sound, and was about to continue reciting the scriptures, when the light in the room suddenly went out, and in an instant, only an oil lamp flickered and shone from time to time in the whole room.

My heart sank to the bottom with the incandescent light that suddenly went out, and the courage I still had disappeared without a trace in this moment, and then I thought of the solemnity on my grandmother's face when she left, and a bad feeling suddenly rose in my heart,

My hometown is located in the middle of nowhere, and it was normal for the power to be cut off from time to time a few years ago, but with the construction of the highway, this situation is basically rare, how can it be so coincidental, just at this time......

I didn't dare to think about it anymore, so I hurriedly closed my eyes and recited the scriptures silently.

Call! A cold wind blew past my ears, and the bone-piercing chill made my whole body stiffen, and then, the yaksha-like howl sounded again, as if it was in my ears, and the red rope on my wrist was getting hotter and hotter, I didn't know what was happening, but at this time I didn't dare to move.

The roar has been echoing in my ears, and from time to time there is a cold chill in my ears, squeak, and the wooden door next to me came from a clear sound again, and my heart suddenly rose to my throat, and I could even hear my own heart pounding.

Could it be that the thing is gone, or is it grandma back?

Full of anticipation, I mustered up the courage to call softly, "Grandma! ”

There was no response, I screamed again, but there was still no response, and at that moment, the screaming in my ears disappeared, and the chill disappeared. It must have been the thing gone, and I was overjoyed, and I opened my eyes, the oil lamp in front of me was still flickering, but it looked as if it would go out at any moment.

I didn't care about the oil lamp, and just as I was about to turn around, suddenly the bell on my arm was crazy, the frequency of the vibration was terrifying, and the red rope was like a piece of coal, and I even wondered if my wrist was already burned.

I felt a shock in my heart, and an indescribable sense of fear rose up, if the red rope and the bell were so crazy because of the proximity of the thing, then since the thing was gone, shouldn't the red rope stop? How can it be even more terrible than the previous reaction?

As soon as this thought arose, the roar sounded again, the chill came again, and what was even more terrifying was that a wisp of white yarn fell in front of me at some point, flying like a ghost, constantly sweeping over my head, and a more gloomy breath made me almost unable to breathe.

Boom!

A clear sound came out, and the string of prayer beads shattered, and the cold breath instantly weakened a lot, the white yarn seemed to be stimulated, and suddenly danced wildly, just when I was at a loss, another rosary was broken, and the scream turned into a scream, and the chill disappeared, and I didn't know where the strength came from, I stood up suddenly, opened the door and wanted to rush out.

Before I could take a step, my body froze in place, unable to take a step again.