I dared to shout a few times to the godmother on the cat beam, but I didn't expect her to move, and at the same time her neck made a creaking sound, and then her head turned slowly at 180 degrees, staring at me coldly. There was a crunch that made my heart contract violently, followed by a pounding of drums.

The terrible scene in front of me almost scared me half to death: I saw that her blue-gray face was swindling with earthworm-like bulges, her dry mouth was wrinkled into a small ball, there were still a few blood stains on the sides of her mouth and clothes, and the two dark red and cloudy eyeballs were swirling in the eye sockets that had been completely sunken, looking confused and empty, and I only heard her muttering "Huh"?

I'm so scared that my legs and stomach are cramping, and my body is shaking like a sieve, and I want to run but I can't. The godmother in front of me is like a skeleton in human skin, without the slightest hint of human breath.

"Ask her what she's doing." My father's quiet voice came from outside the door.

She's my godmother, she's my godmother, she's my godmother, I said silently in my heart.

Finally calming down a little, I swallowed my saliva with a grunt, "Godmother, what are you doing up there?" ”

The godmother is still on the beam, but she seems to be very happy after recognizing it, "Xiao Yangyang, you are here, I am shaking the autumn (sitting on the swing)." But her voice didn't sound as gentle and approachable as usual, but rather shriek, as uncomfortable as an elderly lady who ate a fish bone stuck in her neck.

"Then why don't you come down to eat?" It's quiet outside the yard, and I know a lot of people are listening outside the door at the moment.

"I'm not hungry now, I'll eat when it's dark." My godmother is a quiet sentence again.

It was sunny outside, and I felt cold in the house, so I tried to coax her down, but it didn't work, so my dad called me out.

When I got home, my mother boiled half a pot of sugar porridge, I drank three bowls and fell to bed, because I was a little frightened I was sleepy and tired, and when I woke up it was already dark. I went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles to eat, and then walked around the house to find that my father hadn't come back yet, leaving my mother sitting at the door to rest and cool off.

I asked my mom why my dad hadn't come back yet, and my mom vaguely said that something had gone out, obviously hiding something from me. Under my stubborn beating, my mother finally told me the truth: "This long time, there is a little doll in the next village that has been sucked to death by blood sucking at night, and your father and the people in the village have gone to keep an eye on your godmother's 'fine feet (whereabouts)' to see where she goes out at night." ”

I've heard my friends talk about the little doll being sucked blood, but what does this have to do with my godmother?

My mom looked at me, "Someone saw her go out at night, and then the next day there would be a little doll sucked to death, don't you think it's strange." ”

I was shocked when I heard this, and suddenly remembered that I had seen blood stains on her mouth and clothes at my godmother's house before, and my heart couldn't help but beat wildly: my godmother shouldn't have become the kind of vampire that was shown on TV, right?

The village actually found Mr. Taoist, a group of people were secretly discussing something, I knew that something big was going to happen, and the person targeted must be my godmother. A few days later, my godfather, who had gone out to work, hurried home from thousands of miles away. Similarly, incidents of children being blood-sucked in nearby villages are still occurring.

On the third day after my godfather came back, something happened that made me unforgettable and guilty for the rest of my life, and I always thought that I was indirectly responsible for my godmother's tragic ending.

At noon that day, under the instruction of the village chief and others, I successfully coaxed my godmother off the cat beam, and before I had time to be proud, a person suddenly jumped out from behind the door and pushed me out, and then the person held a wooden sword in one hand and a yellow charm in the other, dancing and singing to my godmother. I recognized this person, it was Mr. Taoist who was invited by the village a few days ago. Strange to say, after Mr. Taoist's approach, my godmother was frozen, unable to speak or move.

Everyone worked together to carry my godmother to the dam at the entrance of the village, only to see a large iron pot set up in the middle of the dam, at this time the pine block at the bottom of the pot burned very vigorously, crackling, the air was filled with a strong smell of pine resin, looking at the pot constantly rolling and smoking tung oil, I suddenly had an ominous premonition in my heart.

In front of her, there was a wooden table with a black jar full of raw rice, and the outer wall of the jar seemed to be carved with some animal patterns, and three pillars of incense and two candles were inserted on it. On the left and right sides of the jar are stacks of rune paper, a wooden sword, a copper coin sword, a bell, and a bowl containing liquor.

I saw that Mr. Taoist priest first held a wooden sword and a bell around my godmother for a spin and jump, but the steps under his feet seemed to be in order, and he still did not forget to read the words in his mouth. After putting down the magic weapon, he lifted the rooster at the foot of the table, pulled its crown and wings and skillfully gouged its throat and bleed, and the rooster that was thrown on the ground first wailed and flapped its wings a few times, and then rolled its eyes and fell to the ground softly.

Immediately after that, Mr. Taoist picked up the copper coin sword, picked up a few pieces of rune paper, recited a few words of mantra and lit it in the bowl, the white wine mixed with chicken blood raised a cluster of blue and faint flames, and after the paper ash was burned out, the strange thing was that the Taoist priest took a big mouthful of the bowl like his tongue was not afraid of being hot, just when I thought that this was done to protect the body, the Taoist priest's mouth was like a sudden open spray, and a mouthful of runic water was sprayed at my godmother's face, causing several villagers who were too close to bathe in the foam.

As soon as Mr. Daoist's practice was finished, he immediately ordered a few young adults to lift my godmother up, and she was going to throw it into the pot!

At this time, my godmother was still indifferent, and I saw her face covered with chicken blood and paper ashes, which was both shocked and sad. To be honest, I don't recognize it at all, the person in front of me will be my gentle and kind godmother before. Her long, black and shiny hair was now a mess, and there was chicken blood and paper ash stuck to it. She was as lifeless as a wooden sculpture, allowing people to carry her into the pot. I cried out in a hurry and struggled to stop the people, but my father had already grabbed me and dragged me home with brute force.

I never imagined that things would turn out to be so tragic in the end.

Speaking of this, I realized that I had two lines of tears on my face unconsciously. The last scene kept repeating itself in my mind: a female corpse being thrown into a pan of oil, accompanied by the smell of smoke and burnt proteins, and finally turned into a black piece of charcoal.

"What evidence do they have that your godmother sucked the blood of children? Just kill people based on the blood stains on the clothes on their mouths, they are too cruel and careless of human life! Luo Peng's thick nasal voice was full of anger, and when I saw this kid's eyes, they were actually red.

"They do have evidence, but my godmother hanged herself." I wiped my snot viciously, "They just stopped her from doing evil, and I let her die again." ”

When Luo Peng heard this, he immediately discovered the contradiction I said, "No, wasn't your godmother stopped by the bad Taoist priest, and then thrown into the oil pot by the villagers and blown up?" ”

I smiled wryly, "That's true, but you've overlooked a few suspicious places. First, how did she hang upside down on the beams at the corners of the roof that were four meters above the ground and there were no ladders around? And it can support a day with that kind of difficult movement; Second, if you think about it, can a normal person twist his head 180° and then recover? That must not be twisted into Tianjin twist; The third point is also an important basis for us to judge the cause of her death: only the beam near the gable (the beam at the gable of the tiled house in the countryside is not high above the ground) is tied with a knotted thick hemp rope, and a wooden stool is poured under the hemp rope. After the Taoist priest subdued his godmother, the village chief specially asked someone to check it, and the height of the stool plus the height of my godmother, the neck was completely within the reach of the hemp rope sleeve, and the most important thing was that the strangulation marks on her neck were also in line. ”

"The real cause of her death turned out to be this, so how did she become a vampire?" Luo Peng was stunned, "Also, what is the evidence they are talking about?" ”

"It's 'a few', and it's not the same system as Western vampires at all." I rolled my eyes at Luo Peng, and kindly corrected the illiterate person in front of me: "In fact, there was evidence before confirming the real cause of her death. A person will not behave abnormally for no reason, and the bloodsucking incident that is so coincidental that it can't be more coincidental, and then think of her strange whereabouts, so there are people who know how to ask the village chief to ask for a Taoist priest. ”

My mind slowly fell into the memory, and the whole thing was what my father later told me:

"Your godmother's name is Zhang Ying, and she is a thrifty, gentle and kind woman. In the first year of marrying into our Mangkou Village, the two of them were very affectionate and had a harmonious family, but the fly in the ointment was that Zhang Ying did not see her pregnancy for a long time, and the couple went to the hospital for an examination to find out that the woman was unable to have children. For the people in our village: it is already a great shame not to be able to give birth to a son, but I didn't expect Zhang Ying to be directly unable to have children. The concept of inheritance has been deeply ingrained in the hearts of the older generation, and Zhang Ying's inability to have children is equivalent to cutting off the incense of the Chen family, where can those people of the same clan see it.

They have asked your godfather Chen Fugui and Zhang Ying to divorce and remarry a wife who can have children. The result can be imagined, Chen Fugui is not as tender to Zhang Ying as before, and the two began to quarrel with the increasing number of children for childbirth. In addition, some long-tongued women in the village like to chew the root of their tongues, pointing at them openly and secretly, and speaking ill of them with extreme ridicule. Since then, Chen Fugui began to be away from home for three days, and finally ran out to work alone, at first he would send a letter to his family, but gradually there was no news. After a long time, some rumors began to spread in the village, saying that Chen Fugui had found a new woman outside and gave birth to a son. Zhang Ying herself is introverted, and after a long time, she became depressed, and finally hanged herself on her cat beam for a few months before being found.

Alas, speaking of Zhang Ying's life is really bitter, he didn't even get a good death. The place where she hanged herself was close to the gable, and the gap that was not completely closed to let the light in, just landed right on her corpse. In this way, her body was exposed to the scorching sun during the day, nourished by the abundant moonlight at night, and the weather was uncertain, and finally became a half-stiff, half-corpse, half-yin and half-yang monster, which we people here called "dry a few sons".

Zhang Ying's body hung for more than three months before the villagers found out that something was wrong with her house, and some brave people pried open her door to check, only to find that Zhang Ying's cat was on the beam, and she didn't agree to anyone calling her, so there were good people who thought of letting you come to trick her, because everyone knew that she was very good to you. As soon as you opened your mouth, she really agreed, and when it comes to it, it's fate, no wonder anyone.

When the villagers found that Zhang Ying was abnormal, there happened to be an incident in the next village where a child was sucked to death by blood at night, so the village chief and others were looking for Mr. Taoist and asked people to bring a letter to urge Chen Fugui to come back. ”

According to my father's recollection: "That night, I and a few villagers hid near Zhang Ying's house in advance, and as soon as it was dark outside, there was movement in the house: Zhang Ying, who was hanging upside down on the cat beam during the day, jumped down, only to see her squeak open the door, step on the night and walk outside the village, and the group also secretly followed. Soon everyone found that the way she walked was really a bit strange: not only did she not walk on the road, but ran along the road on all fours like a cat in the field. The next day, there was another incident of the child being sucked blood in the Wang family's village.

After all, it is a matter of human life, and Mr. Taoist priest also has to determine whether Zhang Ying is a bloodsucker, after Chen Fugui came back, he understood what happened, and agreed to put two bundles of corduroy under the bed according to Mr. Taoist's request, so that they could sleep on one end each. The next day, Mr. Taoist Shi checked and found that the rush grass that Chen Fugui slept on had been flattened, and the end where Zhang Ying slept was intact.

It turned out that after Zhang Ying's hanging, she happened to encounter the conditions and climate that formed the 'dry few sons', and after the body was raised, she slipped off the hemp rope in the kitchen, and then ran to the roof beam of the next hall to avoid the sun, which is why we did not find out that she was dead in the morning. ”

Ironically, the godfather who has been working outside for many years can't come up with the money to buy tung oil, and in the end he scrapes together money from door to door in the village to buy it. As for whether he was out looking for his little wife to give birth to a cub, I don't know, because he never came back after this incident. The reason for my godmother Zhang Ying's miserable and short life is simply because she can't have children, what a sad reason.

It's been a long time, but I still can't let go. There is still one thing that still puzzles me: why didn't my godmother suck the blood of the children in my village at that time, did she still have a trace of attachment in her heart when she had become half stiff and half corpse? Of course, I don't know any of this.