Fortunately, my father didn't ask too much, and immediately cut a hole in the wall next to the incense in my house, took out a small axe, cut down a peach tree, cut two wooden nails one foot and three long, and went to the place where I met a beautiful woman in the middle of the night, and after scolding three times, he nailed one down, and the other nail to the ground in front of my bed.

My grandfather was an old carpenter, and he was well-known in several nearby counties, and he built many corner tower trestles and other scenic spots.

Old carpenters often have some means of suppressing evil spirits, and my father is the eldest son, so he naturally understands some. That axe was put in by my grandfather when the house was built.

After nailing the wooden nails, my dad put the axe on the head of my bed, and my condition was much better.

It wasn't until the third day that new symptoms appeared.

This time, I no longer had a fever or any pain, but fell directly into a semi-comatose state, and many times even if I was conscious and could hear my parents talking, I couldn't open my eyes anyway.

Later, according to my mother, even if I occasionally made a noise in those days, I was talking nonsense that no one could understand at all, and my two eye sockets were sunken and thin.

Looking at me in bed, my dad smoked a cigarette and fell silent.

The next day, Grandpa returned with his carpenter's tools. He didn't enter my house, but went straight to the vegetable garden, scolded me, and after laying nine longer peachwood nails there, he hung the carpenter's saw and planer axe diagonally on the door of my house, took out the ink fountain and played a circle of lines around the house, went into the house and came to the bed, lifted the quilt, and played nine ink lines on me.

"Don't get the baby out again, if you don't wake up at all after three days, find a place as soon as possible." With that, my grandfather turned around and went out.

As soon as I heard this, my mother immediately broke down. Because my grandfather's meaning couldn't be more obvious: if after three days, I still don't get better, then I'll never wake up, and I'll have to find a place to bury me.

Paradoxically, although my grandfather knew some methods of suppressing evil and recognized the theory of ghosts and gods, he never allowed superstitious activities at home, and never gave a good face to gods and ghosts. Over time, this kind of person basically does not dare to come to the door, and no one in the family dares to touch the mold easily.

But this time, my mother didn't care about my grandfather's majesty. In the evening of the third day, seeing that I still showed no sign of waking up, I walked nearly forty miles back and forth with money, rice, incense and candles, and invited the most famous goddess in our area overnight.

After singing and dancing in front of the incense in front of my house, and holding the burning paper money, he came to my bed and shouted for a circle, and the "god" attached to the goddess spoke: This baby is fine, and the "tail" that day was not an evil ghost, but his grandmother. Before the grandmother was reincarnated, she came to see the family, because she really liked this great-grandson, so she couldn't hold back for a while, and took him to play, and now the messenger has found them, and ordered the grandmother to send the doll back, or it won't be long before she will wake up.

This is pure nonsense. If it was really my grandmother, how could she hurt me and let me kiss her and do those shameful things?

But no one except me knew the inside story, so the family completely believed in the goddess.

In this way, after the goddess had done the rituals and calmed my family's emotions, she left with the offerings on the table.

But I still haven't woken up, but the worst hasn't happened.

Day by day I couldn't do anything but wait, and my mom couldn't hold it anymore and started sitting on the bed all day, putting my head on her lap, not talking, just crying.

It needs to be said here that in fact, there is not only me and my brother in my family, but there is actually another brother, but I have never met it. Because before I was born, he had already fallen ill and died, when he was just over a year old.

So, my mom has already endured the pain of losing her flesh and blood once, and this time, how can she still bear it?

Seeing that my mother didn't eat or drink, she became extremely emaciated, and even with my brother, she began to rely on my mother all day long and didn't go anywhere, my dad finally couldn't stand it anymore and made a decision with red eyes.

"If it goes on like this, I'm afraid that your third mother will die, go to the general's grave and try it."

The general's tomb can be said to be a kind of "faith" in our local area, and every year on February 2, "the dragon raises its head", and a sacrifice will be organized. Usually whose children love to cry, or inexplicably sick and can't be cured, as long as they bring a worship, they will often go back and be fine, which is extremely effective.

But in fact, it is the ethnic minorities who believe more, and although the Han people will also participate in the sacrifice, it will not rise to the level of faith.

Speaking of which, some people may wonder, since the general's tomb is very spiritual, why didn't he bring me earlier?

Because although the general's tomb is spiritual, it is usually only for people under the age of twelve, and after the age of twelve, it is no longer so effective, and it is often accompanied by some risks, even if it is good to go back, many will leave some disabilities for life, such as blindness, muteness, lameness, deafness, or something.

There are even some not only will not be better, but will be aggravated, tossing for several years can not recover, the longest one, it is said that in the pain of dying, suffering for ten years has not been better, and finally drinking medicine to commit suicide.

I've just turned 12 years old, and I'm not in the "safe" range, and even if I wake up, I'm likely to be disabled for life.

But at that time, my dad couldn't care so much, even if he had a lifelong disability, it was better than death.

What's more, if I continue like this, not to mention whether I can keep it or not, even my mother and my brother will become dangerous.

Without much hesitation, my mom agreed, thinking about the same as my dad: even if I am disabled for life, it is better than losing my flesh and blood again.

After preparing the things to worship, they set out on their way together. My dad carried me on his back, and my mom carried the back of the incense paper cannon candle, and pulled my brother to walk behind.

In order to show her sincerity, she had to bow down in the direction of the general's grave every time she walked.

My mom wasn't superstitious, but that time, she was more religious than everyone else.

However, her incomparable piety was exchanged for the doom that almost crushed her completely.

When I came to the general's grave, the sun had already set on the top of the mountain, and it was about to sink.

But this is also the hour, for countless years, people in the family have been worshipping at this time, my father put me flat in front of the general's grave, put the sacrifice with my mother and my brother, kowtowed three times, and began to burn incense, candles, paper money.

Then my dad took out a piece of red cloth and placed it across the huge grave.

This red cloth is exquisite, one year old and one foot, and I am already eating thirteen-year-old meals, so I have to use one zhang and three feet.

Although there will be risks after the age of twelve, no one has dared to deceive the general's soul all along.