It's not entirely true to say that it is exactly the same, this child does look the same as me, but it is a child's face, and it feels like I have seen my childhood self.

"Who are you?" I asked in a trembling voice.

"Ji Zang, you don't know me anymore?"

"Who the hell are you? How will I know you? I subconsciously took a step back, and some thought seemed to flash through my mind, but when I thought about it carefully, I couldn't remember it at all.

The child looked at me and blinked, showing an innocent smile: "It's okay if you don't remember me, come and play with me!" I've prepared a lot of mud, and we'll see who makes the mud cannon to see if it makes a loud fall. ”

The mud cannon is a game that is often played by rural children in our area, that is, it is made of mud into a bowl shape, and thrown to the ground to see whose mud cannon is louder and more mud that collapses, and I didn't play less when I was a child.

But on the country road at night, I was pulled by a child who looked exactly like myself to play in the mud, which always made me feel a little wrong, and in the face of the child's outstretched hand, I took a step back again: "You play, I still have something to do, go first." ”

"And where do you want to go?" The child turned around and pointed to several other forks in the intersection.

I looked at the three paths that led into the darkness, and then turned my head to look at the dark path behind me, and my mind went blank, and I couldn't remember how I got here, let alone where I was going.

The child seemed to see my confusion and smiled again: "Since you don't know where to go, why don't you play with me for a while and talk about it when you think about it." ”

As he spoke, the boy reached out and grabbed my left arm, and as soon as he touched it, a flame ignited on my arm. Strange to say, the flame burned in my arm, and I didn't feel the slightest pain, but I still felt a warm feeling.

The child was also unconscious, and the flames burned his right hand, and his hand melted slowly like paraffin wax in flames, and the melted liquid flowed on my skin, which was quickly absorbed by my arm.

What's going on?

I was horrified and wanted to exclaim, but I found that my body was not controlled at all, and I was led by the child to the horse lantern, and squatted down with him, facing the large pile of mud.

"Still don't make mud cannons, let's make a big cake with mud, and when it's done, we will compete to see who eats it first." The child looked up and smiled at me.

Make a cake out of puree and eat it? I felt a chill in my heart and wanted to refuse, but my hands were uncontrollably holding the mud and kneading it, and soon, a vivid mud cake was made.

I never knew I had such dexterity, even the cream flowers on top of it were so vivid.

What scared me even more was that after the mud cake was kneaded, there was really an extremely attractive fragrance, and my stomach actually rumbled uncontrollably.

The child smiled at me, picked up a knife and fork that he had conjured out of nowhere, cut a piece of mud cake, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it in a big gulp.

"Don't be stunned, hurry up and eat, it's delicious." The kid beckoned to me.

Uncontrollably, I picked up my knife and fork, cut a piece of mud cake, and sent it to my mouth.

When I saw that the mud cake was about to be stuffed into my mouth, a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, and I finally remembered the identity of the child in front of me - he was Ji Zeming, the child who died of eating mud, and the biological son of that old father and mother.

How did he find me? What exactly do you want to do to me? Is this what you want me to do with mud and then be his substitute?

No, I don't want to eat mud, and I don't want to die.

I yelled in my heart, but my hands were not controlled at all, and I continued to stuff the mud cake into my mouth, and I could only keep my mouth closed to keep the mud cake from entering my mouth.

What's even weirder is that the mud cake sticks to my lips, and I feel the soft cream touch, and the smell of the cake comes from the tip of my nose, which makes me want to open my mouth and take a bite.

The only thing I could do was to use my consciousness to tell myself that I couldn't eat it, that it was mud, that it was a poison that would kill me.

When I used my will to fight against my body, out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the child's right hand on my arm had melted a little bit, and the fingers were gone, only the half-melted palm was still there.

And the petals of the flower mark on my left arm seem to come to life, as if they are greedily absorbing the liquid that has melted into my skin.

I was shocked, and remembered what the godmother had said, this mark will absorb the soul, and if you absorb too much, something will happen.

What to do? I can resist the mud cake with my mouth closed, but I can't control it on my arm at all, how can I get rid of it?

What's even more terrifying is that although I kept my mouth shut, the mud cake was already stuffed into my nose and was going down my nostrils, so that I could only hold my breath and blush.

It's over, I'm really going to die. I lamented in my heart.

Just as I felt like I was about to suffocate to death, a cough suddenly came from behind me, and then an old voice read an obscure scripture.

The little boy screamed, turned his head, his mouth cracked to the edge of his ear, revealing his sharp teeth, and yelled at the figure that appeared at the intersection: "It's you dead old woman again! It's a good thing for you to spoil me again! ”

I turned my head to see that the figure standing at the intersection was not a godmother, but who was it? She lowered her eyes and didn't look at me, her right hand stretched out forward, as if she were clutching something.

In the face of the child's angry scolding, the godmother did not react, just silently recited the scriptures, and with the sound of recitation, the mud cake that had blocked my nostrils quickly dissipated like snow on the desert meeting the sun.

My nostrils were already covered with mud, and I quickly took a big breath of fresh air, and the feeling of being suffocated to death was too uncomfortable.

Before I could catch my breath, I realized that although the crisis of the mud cake was solved, the child's right hand had almost melted away, and was about to be completely absorbed by the mark on my arm.

The child laughed and said in a sharp voice: "Old woman, you are late, even if you save him, he will not be able to escape, you can only watch him fall into the abyss step by step......"

This time, the godmother's expression finally changed, she suddenly bit the tip of her tongue, and spurted out a mouthful of blood, all of which was sprayed on the child's body, and the blood fell on the child's body, like sulfuric acid splashed on an iron vessel, making a sizzling sound, and white smoke kept rising.

"You crazy woman, you are willing to give up your heart and blood, since you are not afraid of losing your longevity, just come, I want to see, after you die, who can protect him." The child had turned into a rotting corpse, still roaring and screaming wildly.

I heard all this in my ears, and my heart was full of fear, is my godmother now spending her life to save me? This Ji Zeming is so difficult, isn't he just an ordinary dead child?

Probably sensing my thoughts, the godmother suddenly spoke: "Ji Zang, don't fall for him, he is not Ji Zeming, you don't have to feel guilty about him." ”

What the?! He's not Ji Zeming? So who is he? Why do you look exactly like me?

Listening to the godmother's words, the child laughed even more crazy: "Old woman, you have the ability to say it, say my name, quickly, say it, he can get rid of me, the question is, do you dare?" ”

The godmother's face changed several times, and when she opened her eyes, she saw that the child's entire hand was about to melt, so she gritted her teeth suddenly, made up her mind, bit the tip of her tongue again, and sprayed another mouthful of blood on the other party's body.

The child's laughter was immediately replaced by a howl, and he began to scramble and struggle so frantically that only the arm of his right arm was pulled off my left arm.

The moment his arm was pulled away, there was a sudden sharp pain in my arm, and I screamed in pain and sat up suddenly.

"Xiaozang, you can be considered awake." My uncle's voice came from the side, and when I looked closely, I found myself lying on the bed in my grandmother's westroom.

The godmother was sitting at the head of the bed, holding my left hand with her eyes closed, her face was unusually pale, and there was faint blood oozing from the corners of her mouth. Unlike before, she didn't have those horrible sarcomas on her face, and I was a little used to it.

"Godmother, are you awake?" I couldn't help but ask in surprise.

But the godmother still closed her eyes and didn't react at all, I still wanted to ask, but was interrupted by my uncle raising his hand: "Xiaozang, don't bother your godmother, you have been in a coma for seven days, if it weren't for your godmother to save you, I'm afraid your life would be gone." ”

What the? I've been in a coma for seven days? But I feel like I've just slept and I don't think my dreams are long?!

As he spoke, his father also walked in, his expression was complicated, but there was concern in his eyes: "Xiaozang, how do you feel?" Hungry or not? ”

My heart warmed, and then a feeling of incomparable guilt began to spread in my heart, in the dream just now, I saw Ji Zeming, he is the son of my parents, am I considered a dove occupying the magpie's nest?

"Dad, I'm not hungry."

"Oh." Dad was originally a person who was not good at words, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward again.

At this moment, the godmother suddenly opened her eyes and said in a strange tone: "Ji Zang, you seem to be very happy......

"Godmother, why are you ......" Before I could finish speaking, I was taken aback.

The godmother's eyes turned a strange red, and if you looked closely, there seemed to be a flower blooming in her pupils.

No, this is definitely not a godmother.