Grandpa's words made me a little worried.

However, I don't understand this kind of thing, and I don't know how to tell my grandfather.

In the evening, my grandfather called me and told me to go to his house to find a ruler and wait for him to go out. I know what my grandfather said, he showed it off to me, it is said to be made of authentic lightning strike jujube wood, which was left to him by the Taoist priest who turned into talisman water to save my life, and it is an orthodox Taoist magic weapon. There are also some obscure patterns engraved on it, and it is said that this ring ruler can ward off evil spirits. I don't know if it's true or not, anyway, grandpa will take it with him when he goes out to run errands.

On weekdays, my grandfather kept it as if it were a baby, but when I entered the house today, I saw the ring ruler on the bedside table in the house.

I took the ring ruler and was about to go out to send it to my grandfather, but unexpectedly, the door behind me was slammed and slammed shut.

Immediately after, there was a click, the door was locked, and I quickly asked, "Grandpa, what are you doing?" ”

"Stay at home and don't ask so much."

After Grandpa finished speaking, he went out and locked the gate from the outside.

I called out to him, and he didn't respond.

Since I was a child, I have not been locked in the house once or twice, I have long been used to it, but I didn't think much about it, I just hoped that my grandfather would come back safe and sound.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, boredly flipping through some old books at the head of my grandfather's bed. The books were yellowed and hairy, and the contents were so obscure that I couldn't understand them, so I threw them aside.

Outside the courtyard wall, there is a small bamboo forest.

The night wind rubbed and the bamboo forest rattled, which made the night seem a little bleak, and before I knew it, I suddenly had goosebumps.

I heard something moving at the gate outside.

Standing up and looking that way, I saw that the door had been opened, and I thought it was my grandfather who had returned, but there was no one outside.

There was a faint night mist surging in the empty doorway, and there was nothing but darkness outside.

I didn't see my grandfather come back, who came?

Thinking of what had happened recently, I couldn't help but get nervous, grabbed the ring ruler on the bedside table, and held it tightly in my hand.

Then.

There seemed to be footsteps in the courtyard, but no one was in sight.

I held my breath and crept closer to the window to look out. At this moment, coldly, an old face full of folds appeared in front of my eyes.

One eye is red, the other is sunken, purple and blue, and it is very strange.

I was so frightened that I retreated, almost screaming, and then, recognizing the face, I was furious, and yelled at the man outside, "Fuck your uncle, what are you doing?" ”

A roar is also to embolden himself.

"A baby, open the door, Grandpa Ma has something to talk to you." The old face said as he put it on the window, and looked into the room with one eye.

"I don't have anything to talk to you, you get out of here!" I don't have a good impression of him, I can't keep it, Brother Hanzi was killed by this old guy.

The lame horse sneered and sighed: "You are about to be killed by Lin Tianjian, and you don't know it?" ”

Lin Tianjian is my grandfather's name, I can't accept this, and said angrily: "Get out of your uncle, don't fart here!" "Grandpa is my only relative, and I will not allow anyone to slander him.

"Ouch, don't get excited, I know why you don't believe me. Don't you just think that Lin Bolt was killed by me? "The lame man said that the shackle in his mouth was my cousin's full name.

"It's not you, what are you doing at my sister-in-law's funeral hall at night?" I asked rhetorically.

The lame man smiled stiffly and said, "I said it all, I went there to save you." If I hadn't gone, you'd have been killed by your grandfather! ”

Before I could speak, the lame man immediately added: "Yiwa, don't believe what I say." If you don't believe me, you can go to your grandfather's shrine, and there will be the answer you're looking for. ”

Most of the old fairies' homes in the countryside will have this kind of shrine. There are mainly some gods and immortals in it, of course, most of them are not righteous gods, and there are some wild roads that do not enter the stream, and most of them are evil gods.

As for what my grandfather enshrined in this house, I don't know which way. The tablet of the gods was next to the tablet of the ancestors of the Lin family, and it was always covered with a black cloth.

When the lame man had finished speaking, he stopped talking.

After a while, there was no movement outside, and I looked again, but I didn't see him.

Let's go?

To tell the truth, the lame horse's words pierced my heart. Although I couldn't believe it, and I didn't want to believe it, but my curiosity led me to enter my grandfather's shrine.

Grandpa's shrine, in the middle of his bedroom, in that room, had no windows. On weekdays, he wouldn't let anyone in, and at this time, the door was locked.

Grandpa used to put the key on the door frame, and I went over to touch it, and sure enough, there it was.

As soon as I opened the door, a cold wind blew in my face.

I couldn't help but hold my breath.

And when I turned on the light, the scene in front of me scared me into screaming.

I saw a man hanging from the roof, his face pale and his tongue sticking out, like a hanged man. But it's still early, and when I look closely, I find that it's a paper man. Grandpa does white things for people all the year round, and the skills of paper people are also very good, and the paper people in his hands are vivid. Therefore, when I saw this paper figure, I almost misunderstood, thinking that it was a living person, and even thought of Brother Hanzi.

Because, the silly feeling on the paper man's face is too similar to Brother Hanzi. In addition, on the back of the paper figure, there are eight blood characters written in strange handwriting, which I can't read at all.

This must be what the lame man wants me to see.

"Don't doubt it, this is it. The blood characters on the back of the paper figure are the eight characters of Lin Shuzi's birthday, which is a harmful evil art. Lin Tianjian's shrine has this, I don't need to say it, you should also know who killed Lin Shuzi! Outside, the voice of a lame horse was heard again.

The meaning of the lame horse is obvious, it is the grandfather who cursed Brother Han to death with evil magic, and his death is not the revenge of his sister-in-law.

I can't accept this matter anyway, and I can't believe that it was my grandfather who has always loved me to kill Brother Hanzi!

No, it can't be!

This kind of blow is really too big!

"Yiwa, I know that this kind of thing is really difficult for you to accept. However, you remember that the truth of this world is often cruel, and it is not something you can avoid if you want to! ”

"Lin Tianjian, he is not your grandfather, there is no blood relationship between you and him, he raised you, do you think he really treats you as a grandson? At the end of the day, he's just for his own life. The reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, limited to twenty-nine, is not about you, but about Lin Tianjian himself, he needs a fresh life to prevent disasters for him, and that person is you who he has raised for eighteen years......"

"Don't talk about it, I don't want to hear it!"

My heart is being shattered by this sentence, and the pain is indescribable.

"If you don't want to hear it, I have to say that God has the virtue of a good life, and my lame man is by no means the kind of person who can't be saved when he sees death! Yiwa, to tell you the truth, in fact, Lin Shuzi is not dead yet! ”

"What?"

Brother Hanzi hung on the persimmon tree, he had already died of anger, and he was stiff when he took it off, how could he not die?

"Yiwa, let me tell you a way. As long as you burn the paper figure hanging on the beam, it is equivalent to breaking Lin Tianjian's evil art, and in this way, your brother Hanzi still has a chance to be resurrected! The lame man was still talking.

His words sounded very suspenseful, as if I heard my grandfather say that the Taoist priest turned a bowl of talisman water for me to drink, and he was able to save me from being terminally ill.

The matter of the cousin-in-law, when it comes to details, is not as guilty as Brother Hanzi.

If there was a real chance to save him, I would never give up. I took a look, there was a match next to it, struck one, gritted my teeth, and walked towards the paper figure.

The flames are rising.

But just when the match was close to the paper figure.

A cool breeze swept by, and matches went out.

I tried again, and the result was the same, and the cool breeze gave me goosebumps.

At first, I didn't realize it, I didn't think it was strange, I thought that the house was not tight, and the night wind blew in. But later, I noticed that the cool breeze, to be exact, the yin wind, seemed to be blowing from above.

Subconsciously glanced at me, and I found that the paper man hanging from the beam of the room was grinning at me.

Blood-red lips, stiff up......

How weird it is, how weird it is.

I ran away, and I didn't want to stay for a moment in my grandfather's shrine.

Rushing to my grandfather's bedroom, I clung to the ruler, but fortunately, there was no more movement on the side of my grandfather's shrine. However, at this time, I heard a movement in the courtyard, and after glancing, I saw two people fighting in the courtyard, one of them had a bad leg and foot, and the other, too familiar, was my grandfather.

Grandpa had an axe in his hand, and as soon as it hit the lame man's back. With a muffled snort, the lame horse fell to the ground. With a sneer, Grandpa walked in the direction of my house with an axe in his hand.

Moon blackhead.

Grandpa's face was pitch black.

The cold axe emits the cold light of the forest.

I couldn't see my grandfather's expression clearly, I could only feel the eerie and terrifying oppression, which made me dare not breathe for a while.