"Yan" is his surname, and when he was a baby, he wrapped it in a red brocade quilt on a note, and he only wrote this character. Heyi is the name that his grandmother gave him, and if he is a gentleman, he is a gentleman. Grandma wants him to be healthy and a gentleman. Yan Heyi's childhood was accompanied by the sweet and greasy taste of sugar cakes, and his only hope in this world is that he can honor his grandmother when he grows up. But when he was 12 years old, his 83-year-old grandmother made sugar cakes for him and drove west.

At this moment, he suddenly heard his grandmother's voice in the embroidered red pavilion, smelling the familiar sweet fragrance in the air, Yan Heyi suddenly felt that he couldn't control himself, he ran in the direction where the voice came from, and a black gauze curtain was faintly shaking. Yan Heyi couldn't see clearly, so he could only walk closer and look more carefully. Suddenly, a cold, biting yin wind blew against his cheeks, carrying a heavy stench of disgusting rotten flesh, and Yan Heyi knew very well that it was the smell of the dead.

Back then, he sold everything in his family, bought a thin coffin, buried his grandmother's body, found a quiet place in the mass grave, and buried it hastily. But others have little strength, and the pit is dug too shallow, and within a few days, Grandma's body was dug out by those wild dogs who eat the dead.

Since then, Yan Heyi has had a nightmare repeatedly, her grandmother's face was gnawed by wild dogs, and she couldn't tell that it was a human face at all, and her hands and feet were missing fingers, and she ripped open the belly of the flesh. The smell of dead people was all too familiar to him.

"Grandma!" Yan Heyi's knees weakened, and he involuntarily knelt on the ground. At this moment, he let go of all his defenses and went back to being the little boy who pestered his grandmother for sugar cakes.

A strand of black, foul-smelling hair crept around his ankle, like a poisonous snake spitting a core, snaking up his calves and thighs until it wrapped around his neck. Yan Heyi seemed to have turned into a stone man and did not react to all this.

"Yan Heyi, you should die!" The woman's resentful voice sounded from behind the black veil, and the strand of hair was violently retracted, almost strangulating into Yan Heyi's flesh. That's when the woman realized something was wrong. But when mortals are choked by the throat, their eyes will burst out, their faces will turn purple, and their tongues will be sticking out, but Yan Heyi in front of her has no expression on her face, just like a dummy!

"Dummy?" When she thought of this word, the woman's body shook violently, and the boundless chill spread up, she turned around sharply, but saw another live, panting Yan Heyi standing behind her, with an evil sneer still hooked at the corner of her lips.

"You, why are you here, down there?" The woman eagerly turned to look downstairs, and the "Yan Heyi" who was strangled by black hair was gone. She turned to face Yan Heyi and said angrily, "Are you a human or a ghost?" ”

Yan Heyi reached out and grabbed her wrist, and put the cold hand that was trembling slightly because of fear on his face, "You touch it well, am I a human or a ghost!" The woman was ashamed and angry, and withdrew her hand and slapped Yan Heyi's face vigorously. Five bright red fingerprints were immediately imprinted on the snow-white skin, which was extremely clear.

"Oops, why did this still work?" A door downstairs creaked open, Zhong Huachi walked out with a left and right hug, looked up at the pair of people above who were full of fire and water, and said with a smile, "Girl, if you have something to say, try not to do anything if you can make noise." But this bowl of yellow croaker noodles tastes really good! ”

What he had on his hand was the yellow croaker noodles that were originally made for Yan Heyi. The woman kicked Yan Heyi's important part coldly, Yan Heyi dodged away, but the woman jumped down, and with a long whistle, she disappeared along with a few girls around Zhong Huachi.

"You kid, you only know that you enjoy it, and you don't care about my life or death!" Yan Heyi flew down from the upper floor and landed in front of Zhonghua Pond. Zhong Huachi laughed twice, "Where can I be, didn't you see that I was taken away by them?" Tell me, what have you done to others, I don't think that kick is light, if you really kick it, I'm afraid you will have to cut off your children and grandchildren! ”

"Okay, don't be poor, there are many organs here, and there are some evil sects, we have to get out of here quickly!" Compared with those inconsequential organs, the appearance of grandma just now and the familiar taste of sugar cakes made him even more suspicious, could it be her?

At this moment, a strange fragrance entered his nostrils, Yan Heyi immediately held his breath, poured half a cup of residual tea on the handkerchief, and covered his mouth and nose. As soon as Zhong Huachi was about to draw a scoop according to the gourd, he felt a dizziness in his head, just like the feeling of leaning on the soft chests of those girls just now, and his eyes were dark, and he didn't know anything.

When the sky was bright, someone found that there was a person lying on the small bridge leading to the east of the town, naked, only a rag-like thing blocking the place that could not be exposed, and his body was frozen and stiff, almost like a dead man. And in his hand, he also held a bright red belly pocket of a woman embroidered with mandarin ducks.

Zhong Huachi sneezed and said with a sober nose, "Yesterday fortunately, you carried me back, otherwise the substitute ghost who was lying outside and freezing today would be me." Yan Heyi leisurely flipped through the book in his hand, "It's easy to thank me, bring the flower carving you hid, I want to make yellow croaker noodles, and I lack that taste." ”

"Don't even think about it!" Zhong Huachi rolled his eyes and said, "Have you heard, that unlucky guy fell in love with a girl, and he couldn't help it." The girl killed herself in shame, he was haunted by ghosts, and he was afraid that he would not be able to die well. ”

"Do you believe the doctrine of ghosts and gods?" Yan Heyi thought of the smell of the incense she smelled last night, and she also felt scared for a while, it seems that there are many people who are making ghosts in the east of the town. Zhong Huachi patted the peanut skin on his hand and said to him seriously, "Believe it or not, it's all their business, the snow stops today, do you want to go fishing in the river?" ”

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the gate of the courtyard, and noisy shouts came and went, as if they had come to collect debts. Zhong Huachi was unhappy about last night's incident, rushed to the courtyard with anger, opened the courtyard door, and scolded head-on, "Knock knock, you are here to report the funeral?" Early in the morning, I'm not afraid of disturbing my peace! ”

The face of the person was blue and trembling, and a satin quilt was wrapped in a cotton robe. As soon as he saw Zhong Huachi, he immediately pointed at him and shouted, "That's right, it's him, it's him I saw at Miss Li's house!" The rest of the people were indiscriminate, and they came up and tied Zhonghuachi into a knot, and when he saw that something was wrong, he hurriedly shouted inside, "Yan Heyi, you get out quickly, Lao Tzu is going to finish playing!" ”