There is a saying on the banks of the Yellow River that if you meet an old woman by the river one day, if she asks you if the Yellow River is dry, you must answer that it is dry.

No one knows what kind of place this wife is, which dynasty it is, the story has been passed down for a long time, only that the old woman's son drowned in the Yellow River that year, and the body sank directly to the bottom of the river, and if you want to fish out the body, you have to wait for the river to dry up.

In previous years, there will be a period of depletion in some parts of the Yellow River basin in winter, and the water level will drop sharply, and in some places the riverbed will be directly exposed, and the villagers by the river will organize dredging or something, but it is from the year when the old woman's son died, for three consecutive years, the more winter the water flow will be, not to mention going down to the river to catch people, and even boating is very difficult.

The old woman stood by the Yellow River and looked blind, the Chinese pay attention to entering the soil for safety, even if it is cremated, then in the end the ashes must be buried in the soil, but the old woman's son died in the water, and even the location was not found, which is considered a place for death without a burial.

Later, when I heard that the old woman had a mental problem, she would ask if the river was dry, and if you answered that it was dry, she would be grateful to you, and if she said she hadn't, she would curse you with the most vicious words.

Later, the old woman died by the river, and the ghost continued to walk along the banks of the Yellow River, and the question raised was actually to find a replacement ghost for her son, and when she had gathered enough substitutes for the dead ghosts, her son would be able to live.

So if you answer yes, she will not only not harm you, but will bless you, but if you say no, the next night, she will definitely find you, and then grab you by the neck and drag you into the water and drown.

And the old woman who knocked on the door just now, both in her appearance and the questions she asked, was exactly the same as the ghost woman in the legend!

The point is that I got it wrong!

If the legend is true, wouldn't she come to me tomorrow night and choke me by the neck and kill me?

At that time, he could not even walk, his mind was buzzing, lying on the bed shaking like a sieve, and he did not dare to close his eyes all night, until the next day he heard the rooster crow, and then fell asleep.

When I woke up again, it was already afternoon, and my grandfather didn't know when he would come back, and he was sitting at the head of the bed.

Seeing my grandfather's concerned face, I cried out loud, crying while repeating last night, and after listening to it, my grandfather rubbed my head and said, "Yes, it's okay." ”

At this time, there was a noise outside the door, as if a lot of people had entered the yard, and my grandfather and I hurriedly walked out and found that the yard was full of people from the village.

Anxiety, worry, fear......

All kinds of complicated expressions appeared on their faces, as soon as they saw their grandfather come out, they all rushed up, and they were all in a mess, I stood by and listened for a long time, and finally understood that this ghost woman asked me more than one last night, but asked all the people in the village.

And the group of people in front of me all answered the same wrong questions as me.

Everyone thinks the same as me, since even the ghost lady is real, the curse must be real, and in their words, they also learned that they not only found my grandfather, but also went outside to invite Shui Kui.

Shui Kui is a name for Taoist priests by the Yellow River, specializing in dealing with dirty things in the water, but the Shui Kui did not enter the village, stood at the entrance of the village for a long time, turned around and ran away, and then thought of coming to my grandfather.

Grandpa nodded after listening, "Now you go back to find a way to get a big rooster, the kind with a big red crown, tied to the door of your own house, don't hang yourself, just tie the chicken to the doorknob, and you must lock the door before dark, after dark to the next day before the rooster crows, don't come out no matter what you hear, don't make a sound, don't hit?" ”

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and collectively said it, but at this time, Aunt Li pulled her throat and said: "I think it's all Yingzi's trouble, Yingzi doesn't get rid of it, and our village won't have a good life." ”

Grandpa asked her curiously what was wrong with Yingzi, and Aunt Li'er's eyes obviously flashed with a burst of fear and said: "Last night, there were many more people in Lao Liutou's house, singing and talking, and I was so scared that I didn't sleep all night." ”

This Aunt Li lives next door to the old village chief's house, separated by a wall, and she can hear a fart in the yard clearly, and what she said should not be wrong.

After listening to grandpa's face suddenly drooped down, he ran directly to the door, I knew that something was wrong, and hurriedly ran out behind him, and hurried along the way to catch up with grandpa's pace, and when I arrived at the place, I found that I was at the old village chief's house.

Strange to say, since yesterday morning when the old village chief explained to the villagers how Yingzi came back from the dead, this gate has never been opened, and there has been no movement inside, if there is, it is the sound of dogs barking.

Like yesterday, not slow or urgent, screaming every few seconds, I listened strange, asked grandpa what was going on, grandpa said calmly: "The dog is eager to bite people, the dog is slow to bite the fairy, not in a hurry to bite the underworld, the old Liu Tou's family is in trouble!" ”

I saw Grandpa's words in that stepping book, don't look at the dog as a beast, but the eyes are very good, the night looks at the yin, the day distinguishes the yang, can see things that the human eye can't see, the old village dog barks like this, must have seen something dirty.

It was the first time I had encountered this, and my nervous chest was thumping, staring at the door and asking my grandfather what to do.

Grandpa said, "I'll keep her for one night, and I'll talk about it after tonight." ”

It was not yet dark, but most of the people in the village had closed their gates, and there was a rooster tied to the door, most of whom had answered the same questions as I did, and a small number of them had come to join in the fun.

When I got home, I asked my grandfather why we didn't tie one, and when he heard it, he was a little angry and said, "Grandpa's ability is not as good as a rooster?" ”

It seems that the grandfather is the only one in the whole village who does not worry about the affairs of the ghost wife, he should eat and drink, he sits at the gate of the yard and naps when he is sleepy, and he goes out for a walk, and does not come back until dark.

When my grandfather came back, he had an extra black rope in his hand, and I recognized it as a corpse rope woven with black dog hair mixed with human hair and hemp rope.

Grandpa stood at the door with a black rope, the rocker was straight, and the black rope in his hand rolled up a whip in the air, which fell to the ground and exploded.

As the black rope landed, Grandpa would yell "Hi! Hi! The shout, although hoarse, was unusually loud, and the spirit was lifted in the ears, and the previous fear was also dispelled.

The sound of whips and shouts echoed over the silent village for a long time, until my grandfather's body began to fail, I quickly helped him into the house, and my grandfather was pale and sweaty, and sat there sighing, "It's not okay to be old if you don't accept the old man, when you have a father, I can shout all night." ”

I felt a little sorry for my grandfather and said, "Master, since you can tie up the rooster, why are you bothering so much?" ”

Grandpa said, "I'm afraid it's not that simple." ”

After all this, the tiredness on my grandfather's face had become thicker, and I carried him into the room to sleep, and as soon as I touched the pillow, the snoring sounded, and before I could lie down, I heard the sound of dripping water outside the window.

My first reaction was that it was raining and I wanted to open the window to take a look.

The bed was under the window, and I was sitting on the bed and I could touch it with my hand raised, and I was about to reach out and push the window open, when a hand reached out from behind me and pulled my arm back.

I was so frightened that I almost screamed, but when I turned around, I realized that it was my grandfather who had woken up.

Grandpa's expression was very serious at this time, he made a silent gesture to me, glanced at the window, and then patted me on the shoulder and asked me to lie down, holding me in his arms and wrapping me tightly in the quilt, I was strangled and breathless, but I didn't dare to ask, because I could feel that Grandpa's body was trembling slightly.

The sound of ticking water has been ringing outside the window, the more I listen to it, the less it looks like rain, I don't dare to think about it, the more I think about it at this time, the more scared I am, the grandfather and grandson wrapped themselves in the quilt and sleepless all night, until they heard the rooster crowing outside, and the grandfather lifted the quilt and put on his shoes and rushed out of the house.

I followed closely to the outside of the house, and found that it had not rained last night, and that it was dry everywhere, except for the window of my house, which left a puddle of water, as if a drenched man had been standing there for the night.

I just felt my throat tighten, and my mind began to think about what I would have seen last night if I had opened the window.

You don't have to experience this kind of picture, and just thinking about it makes people feel scared.

Grandpa squatted there and dipped his hand in some water and sniffed it on his nose, his face became more and more ugly, he turned around and ran to the kitchen to bring out the noodle bag, took a bowl and shook it in the yard, and the thin flour was sprinkled on the ground, and it was soon soaked by water, forming a string of footprints.

But the ground was obviously dry before the flour was sprinkled, so how did the footprints come from?

The footprints extended from the outside of the courtyard gate to the bottom of the window, grandpa beckoned me to go out with him with the noodle bag, all the way to the edge of the Yellow River before stopping, the footprints also disappeared here completely, I held the few remaining noodle bags and said tremblingly: "Master, this, this ......"

Grandpa's cloudy eyes stared at the tumbling and flowing water of the Yellow River, and sighed deeply, "There is something wrong with the water in the river." ”