Chapter 109: Ghost Prostitute Red Fox

"Did the boy's suicide have anything to do with you?" I asked.

"I want revenge! I'm going to make those psychologically fragile fall in love with me, and then I'm going to dump him hard! Let them also taste what it feels like when a girl is hurt! Her voice was small, but firm.

"Because someone you liked before hurt you, right?"

Hu Hong was silent.

"Aren't you the same as the man who hurt you?" I kept my voice low and deliberately slowed down.

I didn't go to the study hall that night, and I talked to Hu Hong for a long, long time. And every night after that, I would go to the front of the cafeteria and put my hand on my shoulder. Hu Hong turned her head, and we started chatting.

Suddenly, during a chat, Hu Hong said: "In the past few days, it is your words and your actions that have made me realize: not all people are hypocritical, in fact, there are many sincere people." I'm not going to hurt anyone anymore. ”

I had a strange feeling in my heart, both relieved and reluctant. When I got back to my dorm, I dreamed again. The little willow tree in the dream performs a cheerful dance, and the dancing girl's eyes are as soft as the moonlight and as pure as flowing water. This is the first time I've woken up from a dream in recent times without sweating.

Jiaopi told me that the boy who was resuscitated in the hospital suddenly got better and was now able to get out of bed and walk. I rushed to the cafeteria as soon as I heard this. The willow tree hiding in a deserted corner actually began to wither, and half of the willow leaves were already slightly yellow.

That night, I hurried to Hu Liu's location, as if to see off a close friend. I saw the back in front of me and slowed down, stepped forward gently, and put my hand on her shoulder: "Hey, Hu Hong!" ”

I was amazed by an unfamiliar face!

The girl smiled and asked, "No, am I so scary?" Have you watched too many horror movies? ”

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person." I quickly apologized.

"Look, I picked up a postcard here. Hey, are you looking for it? You're bright, aren't you? The girl was holding something in her hand.

"How do you know?" I'm confused.

"Hahaha, do you think I have a demon possessed and know your name? The giver on this postcard says brightly, and what thank you for everything you've done for me these days. Don't read it, see for yourself. ”

I took the postcard, and in the faint moonlight, I saw a beautiful red fox drawn on it.

The next morning, another large crowd gathered in front of the cafeteria. I chuckled and hurried in.

For the next few days, there was a lot of discussion on campus about why a good willow tree died overnight. Only I know that a good friend of mine has left.

Just last year, when I went home and told my grandfather about what happened more than ten years ago, my grandfather mentioned this experience of ghost prostitutes, and I suddenly remembered what happened at school. It's just that when I talked to my grandfather about it, he hadn't hunted ghosts for years, and I had been backlogged at the bottom of the bookcase for years. It seems that at the same time, my grandfather and I suddenly lost interest in ghosts, just like a person who likes to eat apples very much, and has persisted for many years, but suddenly one day he gets tired of apples and has no appetite when he sees them.

My grandfather listened to my experience at school, and he said, "The ghost prostitute and the red fox you met back then were both the same type of woman, the ghost prostitute was physically abused, and the red fox was mentally abused. Hu Hong turned into a fox in order to smell the breath of the negative person, track him down and force him to death. The ghost prostitute's lower body has a tongue-like obstacle, which is due to the formation of the essence left in her body by men, and uses that obstacles to harm those who have hurt her. Another feature is that both the red fox and the ghost prostitute first appear in places with willow trees or where there are many willow trees. ”

When my grandfather was concentrating on making iron thresholds more than ten years ago, he didn't have time to explain to me the reasons for the formation of the lower body of the ghost prostitute. I didn't ask him, I was reading the old books that were stitched together.

As the pages of the calendar were torn off one by one, I finally looked forward to the day when the ghost prostitute appeared.

My grandfather and I set off from home in the morning and arrived at Hongjiaduan at noon, where we stayed at a relative's house where we had hosted a birthday banquet last time. As soon as my grandfather and I arrived at Hongjiaduan, many people gathered around us, asking questions and discussing a lot. Everyone pointed at the iron threshold that Grandpa was holding.

I pulled my grandfather out of the crowd and asked, "Grandpa, where will the ghost prostitute appear tonight?" It's impossible for us to defend every part of Hongjiaduan and the surrounding villages. Even if she came out, we don't necessarily know where she is. ”

Grandpa smiled, didn't answer me, turned his head and asked the crowd loudly, "Where do you have the most willows here?" ”

Immediately, the crowd surrounded the grandfather again, and said, "The place with the most willow trees is the dwarf willow slope at the head of the village." ”

"Dwarf Willow Slope?"

"Yes, that little area is full of willow trees, and there is not a single miscellaneous tree, and none of the other grass grows. However, the willows there are half as short as those elsewhere. ”

"Oh." Grandpa nodded, took out a cigarette from his pocket, "Come, brother, borrow a fire." "My grandfather was coughing constantly during this time, and my mother and I advised him to quit smoking, but he didn't listen, but promised to smoke less. Therefore, he does not carry the cigarette case with him now, but only takes out two or three cigarette cases and puts them in his pocket, because if the cigarette case is placed on his body, he can burn all the cigarettes in the cigarette case in a while.

A man next to him lit a match for him and put it on the end of his cigarette.

"Why are the willows half a cut shorter there than elsewhere?" Grandpa took a puff and spat out a smoke ring. I know that smoking has accompanied my grandfather all his life, and this is not only an addiction, but a feeling for smoking, and it is very difficult to quit. And I have a feeling that if grandpa doesn't have a cigarette in his hand, I really can't believe that the person in front of me is grandpa. Because this honest peasant was instantly transformed into an unfathomable ghost-hunter, it was hard for me to believe that it was the same person, and the only thing that could prove that he was my grandfather was the smoke that never burned out. And, of course, those two yellowed fingers.

"Why? We didn't think about why. The person asked replied, "Maybe the land is not fertile, or maybe the wind at the entrance of the village is too strong, which inhibits the growth of willow trees?" ”

Grandpa stretched out two withered yellow fingers and pressed his temples, showing a bit of tiredness, his Adam's apple rolled, and he coughed. Grandpa wiped his mouth with his hand and said to me, "Let's go, let's go to the low tree slope and have a look." The ghost prostitute should have appeared there first. As soon as she shows up, we need to stop her immediately, don't let her run. ”