Grandpa pondered for a moment before he realized what I was asking. He said: "Don't worry, the water ghost has been caught, and there will be no water ghost here." Let's all go back and sleep in peace. Go back, go back! Only then did everyone's hanging hearts relax, thinking that the water flowing out of the burlap bag was made of water ghosts. Since the water ghost was turned into water by his grandfather's spell, he can't pose a threat to anyone.

But I still doubt it, didn't grandpa say that he couldn't deal with it? But why was the water ghost so easily solved just now? Is the water in the burlap bag really a water ghost change?

Everyone else believed in Grandpa because they couldn't deal with water ghosts, and they didn't know if water ghosts would turn into a puddle of water when they died. But I was always by my grandfather's side, and I could tell immediately if he was behaving abnormally.

The people next to them began to disperse, talking to each other as they walked back, and from their words, some people were glad that the water ghosts were easily eliminated, some people complained that there were no thrilling scenes, some people were happy that the water's edge was safe in the future, and some people wondered if the water would return to become water ghosts.

And I'm afraid that the water ghost is not gone at all, it is still somewhere in the lotus bushes, and it watches everything we do. But I didn't dare to ask my grandfather if my idea was correct or not, because to ask was tantamount to doubting his grandfather's ability to catch ghosts. I'm not qualified to doubt him yet.

That night, Grandpa and I were crammed into the same bed, and I slept soundly. I've always had a light sleep, and a single rat crawling over the roof would wake me up. I slept soundly, which means that my grandfather didn't sleep well all night because there was no sound of snoring waking me up.

When I woke up the next day, I heard a commotion outside the house, and there were many people gathered outside, gossiping and talking.

As soon as I heard what the people outside were talking about, Grandpa's snoring rang out with joy. I looked at my grandfather strangely, and there was a hint of joy on his face. But I knew that my grandfather was really asleep, and his eyes had just been closed with peace of mind after being open all night. The sunlight filtered in through the window glass and hit Grandpa's quilt, warm.

My mother walked in, saw my grandfather sleeping soundly, helped my grandfather pinch the quilt, and whispered to me, "It's really strange." People outside say that your father's old buffalo drowned in the lotus pond in the same year! ”

Although I had heard what people from the outside were saying, I still trembled when I heard my mother's words.

"How could a buffalo drown in the water?" I said suspiciously. I can believe that other livestock drowned in the water, and the buffalo itself cannot do without water, so how can it be drowned in the water. My grandfather also had a buffalo at home, and I would help him look after the cow every summer vacation. To say that I am also a lazy person, although the work of watching the cow is not tiring or troublesome, but boring, the only motivation that makes me take the initiative to help my grandfather watch the cow is that I can ride on the back of the cow on a hot day to swim. The other swimmers sat on inflated tires, hugged a big piece of foam, and brought nothing, but they didn't dare to go too deep, and I could swim wherever I wanted on the back of a buffalo. The buffalo is much better than the average swimmer.

Mom said, "I don't believe it either." But the buffalo of the mountain daddy is still soaking in the water of the lotus pond. The people in the village said that it was incredible, and no one dared to go into the water to catch the buffalo. ”

I said, "Could it be that the water ghost dragged it down?" ”

The mother immediately objected: "The cow is a spiritual animal, and its eyes are born with yin eyes, and it can see ghosts." How could a water ghost drag it? Besides, didn't your grandfather catch the water ghost last night! ”

I stopped talking, looking at the snoring grandfather, the answer must be with him.

Later, I asked my grandfather countless times, but he was tight-lipped and insisted that the drowning of the buffalo had nothing to do with whether he had really caught the water ghost. I pretended to be casual and asked him if the puddle of water that night was really made of water ghosts, but my grandfather didn't say yes or no, but just looked at me with an inexplicable smile.

However, one thing is for sure, since then, there has never been a water ghost dragging people next to the lotus pond.

But when someone returns from herding cattle at dusk and gives water to the cow by the lotus pond, he occasionally sees a buffalo drinking water in the lotus leaf bush, the lotus leaf is alarmed, and the sound of water is loud. When the cow finished drinking water and looked again, the buffalo in the lotus leaf bush was gone, but the water waves on the side of the lotus leaf bush were still rippling, and the shaking of the lotus leaf had not stopped.

There are also elementary school students who have returned from school and have seen a broken reined of a buffalo standing there on the embankment of Lotus Pond, looking in the direction of Daddy's house. When the people who saw it walked past, there was nothing on the embankment, only the faint sound of cows mooing.