The representative was so frightened that he immediately stood up and ran away, and without running two or three steps, he screamed "oops" and staggered and pounced on the watchers.

But they did not see the other man touching either of them.

The representative was horrified: "There is a man with long hands and short feet in the back who beats us!" But the people on the spot did not see the man with long hands and short feet.

The representative lifted his clothes, and there was indeed a red mark on his back, as if he had been beaten with a thick stick. Everyone hurriedly went to help the young man, only to see that his eyes were rolled up, he had lost his breath, and when he lifted his clothes, he saw that it was also a red mark, which was much more serious than that representative. Apparently he was killed!

Later, a similar incident occurred in other villages, and a man who had learned a little magic was beaten to death by a ghost when he showed off to everyone.

Grandpa told me that it was the poor thirsty man who killed those people. When the poor thirsty ghost robs money, he is afraid of being seen, so when he finds someone peeking at him, he shows no mercy.

But Hong Danian didn't know that the poor thirsty ghost was so fierce, so he broke the casserole and asked: "Why is it bad after seeing it?" All I know is that children under the age of twelve get sick when they see ghosts, but you're in your fifties and sixties. ”

Grandpa was silent for a moment. Hong Danian was even more anxious: "Don't you want to agree?" If it's my family's business, then I won't bother you, let the ancestors blame it. But now everyone in our village is like this. As the village chief, I can't help but invite you out of the mountain, Master Ma! ”

Grandpa was moved by his words, threw away his cigarette butt, nodded and said, "Okay." I promised to check it out. But it doesn't necessarily help. ”

Hong Danian stood up with joy, flicked his fingers out the cigarette in his hand, and said excitedly: "That's good, that's good." Come to our village tonight? ”

Grandpa nodded.

The sun was left in a bad arc on the western pass, half of the sky was dyed a beautiful red, the clouds were gilded, and the trees on the hilltop were golden like a fairyland. The road to Hongxu Village was also paved with gold. I saw my grandfather's wrinkled face, shining like the big Buddha in the Jialan Temple. It was a very beautiful scene. Years later, I still miss that immersive feeling.

After crossing two hills, walking across a cement bridge, and then walking half a mile along the field of paddy fields, you will arrive at Hongxu Village. The first thing that greeted us was an old locust tree that was hugged by three people. The old locust tree grows on a steep hillside, because some of the loose soil has collapsed, and half of the roots of the tree are exposed to the soil, and the roots have become indistinguishable from the trunk due to long-term exposure, and also produce bark. Like a strong hand grasping the remaining dirt, fighting against the downward trend, an indomitable momentum. The old locust tree was lush with foliage, swaying in the evening breeze to welcome me and my grandfather. That scene has always stuck with me, and I'm a nostalgic person.

After passing the old locust tree, I saw the first house in Hongxu Village. There were already a few older people waiting for Grandpa's arrival, all of them kind-eyed.

I was surprised that although Hongxu Village was only five or six miles away from Thrush Village, I never knew about this place. It curls up in this corner like an unsociable person, never outstretching its hands and feet.

Grandpa had a pleasant conversation with a few older people, who had a salty and indifferent relationship when they were young, and when they were old, they put away their steps and walked around the village, and never came out again.

After drinking a cup of tea, Grandpa got up and said, "Let's start." ”