After chatting for a while, Aunt Jin Xiang finished drinking the tea and said that there were other things at home and left.

Grandpa pulled the corner of my clothes and asked quietly, "Liangzai, is there anyone in your village who is the same age as this child?" ”

I saw my grandfather's mysterious appearance, and I didn't think so. "How?" I asked.

"After this ghost kills a child, he will find someone of a similar age to start again. The closer you are to the child's date of birth, the more likely it is to be followed by the spores. Your cousin's baby broke down here, and the spore ghost must still be here. Grandpa said as he drank the rest of the tea in one gulp.

"Uncle Sanxiang's son and cousin's son were born on the same day, the same month, the same year." I say. Uncle Sanxiang's house is less than 200 meters away from my house. My cousin's son often plays with Sanxiang's son, and it seems that he is quite in love.

"Then it's likely that you'll be looking for Sanxiang's child next." Grandpa said, "Okay, it looks like I'm going to stay at your house for two more days." Your parents won't be back until late, so let's go to bed. ”

That night, in my hazy sleep, I heard the sound of my parents coming back and opening the door.

The next day at breakfast, the atmosphere was very bad.

"Hey! It's a good child to be gone. Mom sighed.

I asked, "My cousin must be very sad." "This cousin was very nice to me when I was younger, and I was very sad for her.

"Not really." Mom put down her chopsticks, "When we went, her house was a mess. Your cousin was lying on the bed with a hanging bottle, and her body was cold, as if she was dead. Your brother-in-law banged his head against the wall, saying that he didn't want to live anymore, and it took five or six people to hold back. According to custom, fathers are not allowed to bury their sons with their own hands, nor can they use coffins to hold their children who have died. According to the instructions of several old people, a few bold young people carried the child's body with a dustpan and prepared to bury it in the inaccessible mountains and old forests. The child's grandmother grabbed the rope of the basket and refused to let go no matter how persuaded by others. She cried out loudly, bury me, bury me, bury me in the pit and get his life back! Let me go to Hades, and I'll go and tell him, exchange my life for my grandson's life!" Mom choked up and couldn't go on.

Dad patted Mom on the back.

With tears in her eyes, the mother recounted the scene: "Your cousin woke up from her coma when she heard the voice, rolled from the bed to the ground, and crawled to the door to call her son's name. The child's grandmother saw her cousin crawling out of her cloak, and hurriedly turned around and hugged her daughter-in-law. The two women hugged each other and became painful. The child's mother passed out again. The person carrying the basket took the opportunity to quickly carry the basket away. "Only a woman can understand the pain of a woman losing her son.

Later, I went with a few relatives to visit her at my cousin's house. I saw the portrait of the child's grandfather hanging high on the front wall of the hall, and the old man looked at the unfortunate family with a smile on his face.

Mom said, "I'm not afraid to tell you now, you had the same situation when you were a child." ”

"Me?" I was surprised and asked, I had never heard my mother say before that I had been haunted by a spores.

"I didn't tell you before because I was afraid that you would be scared, so I'll tell you now." Mom said. I looked at my dad suspiciously, and he nodded with his eyes closed.

"It's still Grandpa who took care of it for you." Mom said. Grandpa smiled and nodded, and Grandpa lit another cigarette, and the smoke lingered in front of his face like a big question mark.

So my mom told me about the same weird things that happened to me when I was a kid.