Broken head cliff under the broken head mountain, broken head gorge under the broken head cliff, do not catch the dragon king to catch fish and shrimp, and the wife hopes that her husband will return home early. This is a nursery rhyme that all children in our village can sing.

I have never seen my mother, who was seven months pregnant when she was pregnant with me and went up the mountain to look for cattle, accidentally fell into the Guillotine Gorge, and the body was found three days later in the stream on the other side of the Guillotine Mountain, and I survived. When the body was scooped up, her nostrils and mouth were sealed by two huge leeches, and there was no water in her stomach, which means that she may have been suffocated to death.

But no matter what, I shouldn't have survived, and they said that my mother fell from Guillotine Mountain into a pool of water, which is even more outrageous. The cliff of Jishuitan is 1,000 feet high, it goes down vertically like a knife, and there are more than 100 hanging coffins in the middle of the cliff, it is the most dangerous water area of Guillotine Gorge, and the cliff is called Guillotine Cliff.

No one can survive a fall from a guillotine cliff, let alone a baby in the womb.

Our village is called Angelica Village, in the middle and upper reaches of the Yangtze River, surrounded by mountains and rivers, not far from the dam, it is a good place, but it is very poor here, after the reform and opening up, a little money has moved away. Angelica is not the meaning of traditional Chinese medicine, but we rely on the river to eat the river, whether it is fishing, or sand panning, or salvage team, we all hope to return safely and without any accidents.

The river water is mostly turbid, and the rapids are like a flood beast during the flood, but the water in the pond is very clear. We children who grew up near the water, have been frightened by adults since childhood, the river is bottomless and the sea is boundless, and the gods can't save them if they fall, but every year there are still many children who don't know the height of the sky, and secretly go to the river to swim, we are a small village with a population of less than 2,000 people, and there are always a few children drowned in it every year, and ninety percent of them can't even find the body, and they don't know where they went, and there are caves and stone crevices everywhere.

If the corpse of the Yangtze River is washed up in the Guillotine Gorge, no one will dare to fish it even if it floats on the water. Guillotine Gorge is a small tributary of the Yangtze River, nine bends and eighteen bends, looking down from the air, like a snake, and like a dragon, the position of the dragon's head was cut off by the Guillotine Mountain, forming a huge pond of water, so this tributary is actually a dead end, but when my mother's body came out from the other side of the mountain, everyone knew that there was an undercurrent under the mountain.

Everyone said that the pond was originally called the pond, and the corpses of the Yangtze River would be sucked into it when they reached the mouth of the Broken Gorge. So they can't understand that there are countless corpses in Guillotine Gorge, and they haven't heard of anyone coming out of it for a hundred years, why my mother can come out of the mountain. I heard that when my mother's body was scooped up, it was already swollen and swollen, and my father was crying to death. When a few neighbor aunts were changing their mother's clothes, they found that their stomachs were moving, and they were scared.

My father was also scared to pee, and hurriedly went to invite Huang Xuan, the only Taoist priest in Angelica Village, and the midwife, but they went into the room to see, and they were so frightened that they ran away, and the Taoist priest was inconvenient to wear a Taoist robe, so he stepped on the front swing and fell, and was caught by my father, and said to give a thousand yuan, and the child must be delivered, that was in the 80s, and a thousand yuan was all my father's savings.

"I can only give you the method, and you have to cut it out yourself, child." Huang Xuan said.

Then he licked my kitchen knife on the edge of the water tank a few times, drew a talisman with my father's blood and burned the knife edge, and he told my father that if it wasn't a person, he would chop it with a knife, and he himself ran to wait three hundred meters outside the house.

My father saw that the movement in his stomach was already very light, and he felt that if he didn't do it again, he might be stillborn, so he gritted his teeth and cut open my mother's belly, until I cried out of wow, Huang Xuan Taoist dared to come over and look outside the window, although I didn't have three heads and six arms, no different from an ordinary baby, but he was still scared away, and he didn't ask for a penny.

From then on, he didn't dare to look at me directly, and as long as he could remember, as long as he encountered me in the village, he would automatically avoid it, not only him, but everyone in the village.

My mother's name is Liu Aisheng, and I escaped from the river again, so my father named me Jiang Shuisheng. When I was one year old, my grandmother bathed me and found that I had a strangely shaped scab on my back, black and shiny, extremely hard, and integrated with the skin.

This frightened my dad and grandma, and my dad took me around to the doctor and spent all his savings. can only do some work to fish for corpses, this kind of work that ordinary people are unwilling to do, they all say that Zhiyang Shou, unless there is a special lack of money, it is better to use life to exchange for money, anyway, no money will die faster. So when everyone can still get by, there are often salvage teams sitting on the ground to raise prices, but no one is still willing to go down.

It is said that my father had to fish for 30 corpses every year at that time, and basically contracted the work of several salvage teams nearby throughout the year, everyone was very curious about him so desperately, and he took me around to see a doctor, which caused rumors among the villagers, some said that I was dying, and some said that my father should not have given birth to me, I should have died in my mother's womb, and now I am just sucking my father's yang life, and the ghost fetus must be a ghost species.

I don't remember anything before I was three years old, but when I was about four and a half years old, I had the impression that every time my father came back from work, he had to scrub his body with a shoe brush dipped in laundry detergent, and sometimes he could brush blood, and my grandmother secretly cried every time she saw it, and the smell of scooping up corpses could make you unable to eat for days, and I wanted to vomit when I saw meat.

Dad was getting more and more haggard, and he didn't like to hug me, and he never smiled. I don't even remember his voice now, I only remember a strong smell of smoke, the cheapest kind of cigarettes, I can smoke three or four packs a day, as if I remember what it is called, and now I don't see it sold.

The doctor can't cure it, grandma naturally thought of looking for a godman, the poorer it was that year, the more godmen there were, there are legends of great immortals everywhere, I remember grandma walked for a day and a night, over the mountains and mountains to Yicheng to find a master. I don't know how the master level is, but the price is three thousand, which is a very stupid price for rural people in the nineties.

My father took the last order in his life for this, that is, to go to the Guillotine Gorge to fish for a floating corpse, the cliff of the Guillotine Gorge is high and steep, and there are all kinds of coffins hanging on the cliff wall, and there is no way to use a rope hook to fish for the corpse, someone once tried this, and four strong men were dragged in.

These coffins have excellent lacquer craftsmanship and have not rotted for many years, no one knows who is inside and why they are buried in this ghost place. The old people said that in the past, if there was a deep feud in the sea of blood, the ancestral grave of the enemy would be dug up, put into a special coffin, and buried on it to ensure that the descendants would never turn over, or even exterminate the clan, and said that the burial coffin was easy and difficult to take.

What's worse is that the coffins here are all the same, all imitate the first, the descendants want to come to find it, such a precipitous place, you can't turn it over in one mouth, and in the end you don't know which is the first, you may not know the skeleton of your ancestors, and it's not a modern society, you can do DNA identification. If human beings become bad, they are really worse than demons and monsters, but no one knows who has the ability to bury a coffin in such a place, and it is estimated that it is a professional.

It is said that the whole village went to watch that time, in order to strengthen his courage, his father made all kinds of preparations, his clothes were soaked with rooster blood, the hooves of a black donkey were hung on his waist, and his neck was worn with a Taoist charm given by Huang Xuan. Hundreds of people watched from afar as my father hooked the woman's body with a bamboo pole, and the wooden boat was swallowed up by the whirlpool.

The woman's family still gave the money to my grandmother, after all, my father took his life. The pain of losing a child made my grandmother bedridden, and when the master finally came, he didn't even look at the five scales behind me, and chanted a poem in a shy:

The qi of yin and yang is not compatible, and the scales are full of death. Humans, ghosts and beasts are afraid, and those who are close will die.

Whenever I think of this sentence, it's just bullshit, and it's a master, big egg!

After the master left, my grandmother smiled at me with a pale face and said, "Shuisheng, come here, let grandma hug you." ”

"Grandma, I can't get too close to you, the second aunt next door said that I am the reincarnation of the disaster star, I want grandma to live." I still remember this statement vividly, when I was just five years old.

"Silly grandson, you look at your eyes, nose, like your mother, mouth and ears like your father, no matter what they say, you are my precious grandson."

I believed my grandmother's words, I slowly walked to her, leaned on her arms, she kissed my forehead, and said, "Be careful of your liver, live well!" Then she fell into a deep sleep and never woke again.

This sentence was spread by the second aunt who was eavesdropping under the window, and Huang Xuan explained to everyone what the master meant, that is, I must go out of the village to avoid red and white ceremonies, otherwise I will see people and ghosts.

My cousin Jiang Weiguo is my closest person, his father and my grandfather are cousins, and I can only ask him to help with the funeral. His condition is that my family's house belongs to him, and I go to live in the dilapidated ancestral hall outside the village, and he will take care of my grandmother's funeral for me. Naturally, they were taken away.

The ancestral hall outside the village does not know whose family it is, it is said that the family's surname is Bai, it is the oldest resident here, when the villagers did not move here, they were single-family households, after the reform and opening up, they were developed, and they never came back after going out. After a long period of wind and rain, the ancestral hall collapsed in half, and there is a house that is good, my uncle cleaned up the tiles, and finally did not leak, so I lived, as for the next time it is windy and rainy, will I be buried here by the crumbling adobe wall, no one cares, maybe it's okay, natural disasters and man-made disasters, no one can complain.

I relied on the charity of the villagers for food, and although they were afraid of me, they could not bear to let me starve to death. Thirty years ago, the Yangtze River suffered a hundred years of floods, at that time the village was not in the mountain, the geographical location was relatively low, the whole village almost fed the dragon king, my grandfather was a forest guard, door-to-door to inform everyone to move to the mountain, saved everyone.

Usually everyone puts the food on the stone mill at the entrance of the village, I go to get it, after eating, I wash the bowl and put it back, someone puts food, I eat, no one puts me in the field to steal some sweet potatoes and radishes or something. As for the clothes, no one wanted their children's shabby clothes to wear on me, so the villagers encouraged some old bachelors to give me clothes, anyway, as long as I could cover my body from the cold, and it was a luxury to fit well.

And just like that, I grew black and strong.