My name is Luo Xiaoqi, and I was born in a barren ravine in western China, probably too closed, and the people here are outrageously superstitious.

When I was a child, the most talked about in the village was that the Luo family had a broom star like me, and the father and mother were also restrained.

I heard that my mother was walking at night and ran into an evil thing, and she had to give birth to me in the cemetery, which was a difficult birth.

No one knew she was giving birth in the cemetery at the time, so she was found breathless.

And I was stuck in her birth canal, and it was my grandmother who dragged me out of her body, and I wasn't dead yet, I still had a breath.

Because of this, people who have heard about this say that I am a bad person.

The rumor soon spread throughout the village, and everyone avoided me when they saw me from afar.

It is said that my father ran away from home because of this incident, and he has not been heard from since, and some people say that he is dead.

So I've been living with my grandmother since I was a child, but fortunately, she didn't dislike me and loved me very much.

Grandma is the fairy lady in the village, that is, the goddess in people's mouths.

She not only counts the past and present lives according to the person's birthdate, but also often treats the people in the village, and has a high reputation. Although everyone didn't want to see me, they all respectfully called her a fairy girl.

It's nothing, grandma actually has more powerful skills, I've seen it with my own eyes.

I remember that on the night of the Ghost Moon, not long after my grandmother and I had dinner, a tall uncle from the next village came with a boy covered in blood on his back and asked his grandmother to save him.

The boy was about my age, covered in blood. His head hung on his shoulder, and I saw that his face seemed to be only half gone, and the other half was a blur of flesh and blood, as if he had been bitten by some wild beast.

I was so scared that I hid behind the door of the back room and peeked at them.

The grandmother stared at the boy for a long time and said that the child was no longer good, and if he forcibly summoned the spirit, he might also be summoned back by the evil spirit that was scattered.

The uncle immediately knelt down for his grandmother, wept so hard that he cried a handful of snot and tears, and begged her to help no matter what.

The grandmother hesitated for a long time before agreeing to try, letting the uncle go first, leaving the little boy here.

She carried the boy into the back room, laid him flat on the dark desk where she used to do it, and took off his clothes.

Only then did I see that the boy's body under his clothes was completely fragmented, and there was no good piece of meat, and even the grandmother was stunned, and her face became extremely solemn.

She said "sin" a few times in succession, and then began to tie a noose on the boy's body with red silk threads, one after the other, which looked a bit like the yin and yang gossip diagram on the shrine.

After the red thread was set, the grandmother put another oil lamp on top of the boy's head, and then sat cross-legged in front of the desk and chanted a mantra, still dangling her "soul bell" in her hand.

The bell is a bit like the little bell on my wrist, but hers is made of copper, and mine is made of jade, and I have been wearing this since I was a child.

When Grandma was chanting the mantra, the candles in the house were getting darker and darker, and a very cold wind came out of the crack in the door, which was very cold.

I saw the light above the boy's head flickering on and off, as if it was going to go out soon.

There was a faint wail all around, close and yet far away.

"Poof!"

When there was no wind, the oil lamp above the boy's head suddenly went out, and there was a terrible wail in all directions, and I heard it horribly.

"The ancestral card order, King Kong is lined up on both sides, thousands of miles of soul arrest, quickly return to nature, do."

It turned out that my grandmother was reciting the spirit spell, and she often helped those inexplicably frightened people in the village to recite the spirits, but in the past she didn't need to use a bell, just a piece of talisman paper.

On weekdays, I have heard and seen that I have memorized all the spells and runes of my grandmother.

I had never seen her put on such a big posture to summon spirits, and I was very curious, so I also shook the bell in my hand and followed her to chant the spirit charm.

The wailing just now suddenly stopped, and I wondered for a while, and shook again. At this moment, a dark wind blew behind my ears, as if someone was tugging at my ears.

I quickly turned around and saw a severed arm with blurred flesh floating in my ear.

I thought I was dazzled, so I rubbed my eyes and fixed my eyes, but a head with only half of my face was enlarged in front of me, and the eye on half of my face was looking straight at me, still curious.

I was stunned, isn't this the head of the little boy in the house?

"Grandma!!"

I came to my senses, screamed and banged on the door of the back room, but my grandmother didn't seem to hear it, and was still there chanting a mantra.

Behind me, countless broken limbs rushed towards me, arms, legs, and broken bodies, all bloody.

"It hurts, it hurts!"

The head of the half face floated in front of me and shouted at me, and when he opened his mouth, blood flowed out of his mouth, and he looked very pitiful.

I saw that his eyes were fixed on the bell on my wrist, and subconsciously shook it again, so he floated towards me a little more.

Immediately after, the fluttering stumps flew over and slowly gathered together with his head.

"Grandma, grandma, help." I was so frightened that I tapped on the door of the back room, but my grandmother couldn't hear me.

I panicked, and hurriedly rushed to the back room, pulled up the quilt, and covered my head.

After a long time, I could hear no sound outside, and I lifted the quilt suspiciously, and I didn't see the half-faced head.

Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he was slapped on the shoulder.

"Ahhh......h Hey? ”

I thought it was the bloody severed hand again, but when I turned my head, I saw a little boy about my height standing behind me.

He is good-looking, with a scarf wrapped around his head, bright eyes and bright teeth like a crown of jade, and a white robe flowing like a fairy in a painting, exactly like the little son of a big family in ancient times I saw on TV.

He also smiled at me and timidly said "thank you".

I had no playmates since I was a child, and seeing that this boy was so kind to me and so good-looking, I was so excited that I stood up and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek despite my shame.

He was stunned, turned around and ran away.

I was in a hurry, jumped out of bed and chased after me quickly, shouting desperately as I ran, "Little brother wait for me, wait for ......"

"What's the ghost howling in the morning? Still not getting up yet? ”

Grandma's scolding woke me up, and when I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on the bed, and there was no beautiful little brother in the room, let alone the boy who was put on the desk by my grandmother to tie the red thread.

I asked my grandmother, and she said that there was no uncle from the neighboring village at all, and there was no boy with only half a face, and told me not to think nonsense.

But grandma's face has not been very good since this day, and she frowns and worries all day long.

So I didn't mention it later, but a few days later, on the day of my mother's death, something even stranger happened......