"Godmother, you ...... What's wrong with you? My heart suddenly rose to my throat.

The godmother rolled her eyes at me and let out a strange laugh: "Boy, do you think that old woman can save you with all her heart's work?" You can't escape the palm of my hand. ”

I couldn't help but shudder, this was clearly the voice of the child in the dream, could it be that he occupied the godmother's body?

I was so frightened that I wanted to run away, but my left arm was still in the godmother's hand, and the thin hand was like an eagle's claw, clutching my arm so hard that I broke out in a cold sweat and couldn't move.

Dad also looked stupid on the side: "This ...... What's going on? ”

Uncle has learned a lot from the godmother over the years, and he quickly reacted at the critical moment, knowing that the godmother was being caught by a ghost, he quickly stretched out the middle finger of his left hand, bit the fingertip with his teeth, and smeared the blood on the godmother's forehead.

The blood of the middle finger was smeared on the forehead of the godmother, as if water had been applied to a hot iron plate, and immediately steamed, emitting wisps of white smoke.

And the godmother's expression began to become hideous, her eyes kept rolling upwards, and the pupils suddenly turned weirdly red, and suddenly turned into normal brown.

The uncle didn't dare to stop, he kept smearing blood on the godmother's forehead, and there was no blood on the bitten finger, so he squeezed forward with his right hand.

After tossing and turning like this for four or five minutes, the godmother screamed, a mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth, and her eyes finally returned to their normal brown.

Then, she exhaled a long breath of black gas with the smell of burning, which came out of her nostrils and immediately dissipated.

Just when I thought everything was going well, my godmother's face, which was still quite round, actually withered down at a speed visible to the naked eye, and she looked like a refugee who had been hungry for a long time, and her face became extremely pale.

Seeing such a strange scene, the three of us were shocked, we have seen sick and thin, it will take several days to be like this, and the godmother has become like this in just a few breaths, which is too scary.

"Godmother (godmother), are you okay?"

The godmother gasped for a moment, and then waved her hand with difficulty: "It's okay, this time it's too dangerous, thanks to your uncle's help, otherwise he would have succeeded." ”

Then, the godmother turned her head to look at her uncle: "Help me to rest in the east house, prepare a basin of water and a handful of fragrance for me, and no one should disturb me." ”

After saying that, the godmother couldn't help coughing, and then her body was about to fall crookedly, and the uncle hurriedly stepped forward to support the godmother and helped her to the east house.

I just woke up, my hands and feet are still soft and weak, I can't help, my father is already separated by a layer of relationship, plus he is wooden, he doesn't understand metaphysics, and he hasn't followed the past.

In this way, there are only two people left in the house, my father and me, because of the change of my identity, the atmosphere is a little awkward, my father is a wooden person, he has nothing to say, only knows to bury his head in smoking, I had nothing to say, and asked about what happened after I fell into a coma.

After listening to my father, I realized how dangerous these seven days were.

I got drunk with my dad that day, and my uncle didn't think much of it, so he arranged for the two of us to sleep.

But the next morning, no matter how much I shouted, I couldn't wake up, and my uncle and father thought I was too drunk, so they didn't continue to call me, and went out to help with Uncle Lin's funeral.

At noon, they came back and found that I was still asleep, and I couldn't wake up when I stepped forward, and then they knew that something was wrong.

At first, they thought I was alcoholic and sent me to the town hospital, but after the doctor took blood for testing, he found that the wine had already woken up, and all physiological indicators were normal, and the doctor said that I was just asleep and dreaming.

The doctor suggested that I be brought home, maybe I would wake up after a day and a night's sleep, but my uncle and father were not at ease and decided to stay in the hospital for observation. I stayed in the hospital for two days without moving.

On the third night, the doctor noticed that my breathing was starting to get weak, and my heart was slowing down, as if the machine was losing power and slowing down.

In the middle of the night, the speed of my heart rate had dropped to less than half of that of ordinary people, and my breathing became weaker and weaker, and the doctor panicked, but neither the injection drugs nor the electric shock stimulation could make me wake up, nor could I return my heartbeat and breathing to normal levels.

Seeing that my body was getting colder and my heart was getting longer and longer, the doctor could only suggest that my father and uncle take me to the hospital, saying that in my case, maybe there was a glimmer of hope in the provincial hospital or the capital hospital.

Dad panicked at the time, not to mention that the family had no money to send me to the provincial hospital for treatment, and the doctor himself said that the situation was too dangerous, even if it was called a medical helicopter, it might not be delivered or it would be out of gas halfway, basically waiting for the rhythm of death.

My uncle felt that something was wrong, so he tried to ask the gods for incense, and the result was that I did go wrong and lost my soul, but where the soul went, the invited immortal couldn't tell why.

Although my uncle learned a lot from my godmother, because of his limited talent, he didn't have much ability, so he could only find a way to get the hospital to send me back in an ambulance, calling out all the way.

After arriving at home, he ran to the godmother's brick kiln and found a soul talisman, burned it to ashes and turned it into talisman water, pried open my mouth and poured it down, which can be regarded as saving my life, although my heartbeat and breathing are still very slow, but it does not continue to decay, and it has been hanging like that.

stayed up like this until the seventh day, and before my uncle and father went to the brick kiln to dig out the coffin containing the godmother, the godmother came over by herself, saying that I had an accident and came to save me.

Then she sat at the head of the bed, took my left arm by her hand, closed her eyes and recited the scriptures, and it took me three hours to wake up, and I didn't need to repeat what happened.

After listening to my father's story, and thinking back to everything I experienced in my dream, when I was caught by the little boy in my dream, it may have been when my soul was snatched away, and if I had been forced to eat the mud cake at that time, I would have died.

It's just that the kid who looks the same as me, if it's not Ji Zeming, who will it be?

The godmother once told me in a dream that he was not Ji Zeming, so I didn't have to feel guilty, but that guy was so rampant that the godmother had the ability to say his name.

And at that time, the godmother flinched and didn't dare to say the other party's name, why was this happening?

I remember that in those folklore, once the ghost is said by his real name, his strength will be greatly reduced, what is that guy, not only is he not afraid, but he is so rampant?

There is also a very strange question, if the godmother couldn't save Ji Zeming at the beginning, it would be a big deal to tell the truth, I believe that my parents will not blame her, why did she use Li Dai Taozhuang's method to let me replace Ji Zeming as my parents' child, and change my name to Ji Zang?

Is there something strange about this?

When the female corpse saw the godmother, she also said that she had known my identity for a long time, and laughed at the godmother for not being able to measure herself, thinking that she was seamless, but in fact, they had already seen through it. All of this seems to have something to do with my true identity.

Ever since I met the female corpse at the funeral home, everything seems to have come against me, and they have even killed several innocent people in order to plant the Beyond Flower Mark on my left arm, burned Sasha, and left Sasha with two more charred corpses.

All of this is no longer explained by ordinary supernatural events, not to mention, there seems to be a conspiracy against me behind it, and the root of the conspiracy seems to point to my life experience.

So, who am I? Why did these people come to me, why did they set up those bureaus, why did they put a mark on my arm, and what was the ultimate purpose of this mark?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that my head was too big to figure out the logic and clue in this, but one thing I was sure of was that my godmother definitely knew my identity, but I didn't think she would tell me.

My dad brought me chicken soup, I drank a bowl, and after resting for a long time, my body finally had some strength.

My father said to make me another bowl of chicken noodle soup, so I got out of bed and went out of the house, and when I came out, I saw my uncle sitting on the sofa in the living room with a sad face, staring at the closed door of the east room.

"Uncle, how is my godmother?"

"There hasn't been any movement yet, it's been the time of the three incense sticks......" The uncle rubbed his hands, and his face couldn't hide his anxiety.

"Huh?" I'm a little strange about the unit of time, isn't time measured in minutes and hours? How do you feel like you're suddenly back in ancient times?

My uncle saw my doubts and explained them to me, and then I realized that if I was injured by casting a spell like a godmother, I would burn incense and pray and heal my wounds with water.

Generally speaking, ordinary injuries, such as being broken by a ghost, are probably treated with a stick of incense, if the injury is too serious, you need to renew the incense, and every time you have more, it will be dangerous.

The godmother has now passed the time of the three incense sticks, and there is no movement, there is only one reason, that is, her injury this time is too serious.

My heart couldn't help but hang, if it wasn't for saving me, the godmother wouldn't be hurt, the child in the dream once said that the godmother was using her heart and blood, how big should the damage be?

When my uncle heard me say that my godmother had used the essence of my heart, his face suddenly changed, and he couldn't sit still anymore, so he got up and paced back and forth in the house, and came to the door of the east house several times and wanted to knock on the door, but his hand stopped in the middle of the air - he was afraid of disturbing the godmother's healing, and he was worried that the godmother had not moved, and something had happened.

"Uncle, what's wrong?" My heart hung in the air.

"You don't know, the essence and blood in the heart are the essence of life, and it will cost at least ten years to use it once, you said that your godmother used it twice in a dream, and the loss is too great, I'm afraid that your godmother will ......"

My uncle's words didn't continue, but I also understood that the godmother was too dangerous this time, and she was likely to die.

Just when the air in the room was frozen to the extreme, I swept away, and suddenly saw a familiar face emerging from outside the courtyard wall, it was the corpse of the woman in green.