I couldn't take my eyes off the pitch-black mezzanine, looking forward to the arrival of the green "hairy" water demon. Grandpa turned to show that he didn't care, and calmly smoked and drank tea.

The full moon just now had a layer of clouds that blocked the light of the full moon like dust covering a mirror, and now the full moon shines on the earth like a mirror that has been carefully polished, as if it is staring intently here. I guess the moon is like grandpa, and you can see how the green "hairy" water demon gets on the bridge, how it gets on the road, and how it walks into the shadows of the road.

"It's coming." Grandpa's voice was small, as if he was going to tell me, and he seemed to be just talking to himself.

The shadows of the houses on both sides of the meazzanine pull diagonally, and you can tell where the eaves are and where the walls are. It was the place where the pale floor and the pitch-black mezzanine separated, as if one was on earth and the other was hell.

The margins of the shadow of the house fluttered like a plucked string. Here it comes.

A black shadow protrudes from the edge of the neat shadow, like a pustule grown. The dark shadow slowly emerged from the mezzanine. It is like a drop of water attached to the shadow of the house, trying to break free from the adhesion, trying to drip down.

The shadow was a shadow in the shape of a large particle of water, which grew and grew larger, as if the water that was about to drip was condensing and gathering. At this time, the shadow of the house was still trembling, and it was uncomfortable to give birth.

Eventually, the shadow was large enough to break free from the clinging like a drop of water. It swayed from side to side twice, breaking free from the shadow of the mezzale. The shadows of the houses no longer vibrate, and the former tranquility was restored. The shape of the black shadow began to change, slowly changing from the shape of a drop of water to the shape of a human shadow.

The process of change is simply a reflection of the process of human development from an embryo to a baby. Shadows in the shape of water droplets burst like amniotic fluid, splashing countless large and small shadows. The splashed shadow was fleeting, revealing a curled up baby shape. From that new shadow, it was possible to make out where its head was and where its feet were.

The moon was brighter, and I seemed to be able to see that the moonlight was wisps of light, like a drizzle of rain falling from the sky, and like fine hairs growing from the ground to the sky. The ground is like the bottom of the water, and the fine "hair" is like the aquatic plants at the bottom of the water. The fine "hair" floats endlessly with the undercurrent of the water bottom.

For a moment, we were diving into the reservoir next to the butcher's house.

It's not that we're waiting for the arrival of the green "hairy" water demon, but we take the initiative to go to the reservoir to ask for the green "hairy" water demon. It should be waiting for it, it is the master of this place, receiving our arrival. The control is not in my hands with my grandfather at all. Everything is under the control of the green "hairy" water demon.

There is nothing tangible to be seen during the whole process, only the shadow of the moon. In an instant, I was stunned. The heavens and the earth were still, and they were all watching the changes of the green "hairy" water demon. At this moment, I thought that in my high school biology class, the moon was the teacher's slide projector, and the green "hairy" water demon on the ground was the animation effect demonstrated on the white "color" screen.

Grandpa also held his breath, his eyes fixed on the shadow on the ground.

The shadow in the shape of a baby continues to "develop", it raises its head and stretches its limbs. The head of the shadow grows hair, and the hair grows longer. The shadow's limbs grew longer and thicker.

In less than a minute, the shadow in front of us has been reborn and turned into the shadow of a beautiful woman. Long, soft hair, bumpy figure. I think that should be Bingbing's image before his death.

This green "hairy" water demon is completely beyond my imagination, beyond the description in "Hundred Arts". It can be seen from Grandpa's surprised expression that Grandpa didn't expect that the Green "Mao" Water Demon already had such a strong strength.

The clear change just now, is it all a threat to us from the green 'hairy' water demon? Demonstrations against us? I thought to myself. It warns us not to annoy it, because it is not weak, it is strong. We don't have the strength to negotiate conditions at all, and everything has to be done according to her wishes.

"Are you here?" Obviously, the green "hairy" water demon was already "standing" in front of us, but grandpa wanted to ask it. The shape and orientation of its shadow suggests that it is now "standing" in front of us. If it had a physical image, it should have looked at us, at my grandfather lying on the wicker chair and at me behind the rattan chair with a scrutinizing eye.

The shadow of the green "hairy" water demon is fixed there, no longer approaching us, motionless.

Grandpa took a puff of cigarette, and the cigarette butt turned from dark red to red. There was a dead silence all around, and I could even hear the sound of the cigarette burning on my grandfather's mouth, the sound of the tobacco "clattering" in the heat.

"Were you just showing us what you're capable of?" Grandpa still asked knowingly, "You want to tell us, isn't your strength as vulnerable as we imagined?" ”

I think grandpa talks too much nonsense, what's the use of talking so much about it?

The shadow of the green "hairy" water demon was still motionless, quietly listening to his grandfather's words.

"I will do your little gestures." Grandpa shook the cigarette ash and said nonchalantly.

Grandpa will too? I was taken aback. This is something I could not have thought of beforehand. Did I underestimate my grandfather's strength? Grandpa didn't usually show off his magic in front of others, including me. Of course, he doesn't hide his abilities either. He knows exactly what to do under what circumstances, and he doesn't change because of someone next to him. He's the one who plays his cards by common sense.

Grandpa patted the old rattan chair under the seat and said sonorously: "This is the chair left by my father, his name is Ma Xintong." I don't know if you've heard of it. ”

The shadow moved slightly when he heard this. This is the first action after it calms down.

"Milk" "Milk" once told me that ghosts within a radius of hundreds of miles are afraid of their dead grandfather. There was once a family that built a new grave in the dry land of their grandfather. Grandpa's cotton was all grown there. It doesn't matter if you use the cotton you harvest, but if you sell it to someone else, someone else will never ask for it. Because the land was encroached upon by the grave, others would be jealous of the cotton here.

Grandpa negotiated with that family, and that family was quite unreasonable because of its large population. More than ten years ago, this was the case in the countryside, if anyone had a large population, especially a family with many brothers and sons, they dared to spread wild in the village. If a family gives birth to several daughters in a row and does not have a son, they will be bullied by others. At that time, the two uncles were still young, and only my mother was an adult, so people were not afraid of grandpa.

Grandpa told the family many times, but it didn't make sense.