And Daddy seems to have been waiting for the day when he screamed from the night he entered the house.

Grandpa said the man screamed on a hot summer afternoon, when families had just finished eating or were eating, and many children had just laid down on bamboo beds to take a nap. The sound of cicadas rises and falls in all directions of Thrush Village like waves of "tide" water.

That day, Grandpa finished lunch, but he unusually didn't immediately lie down on his old-fashioned bamboo chair to take a nap. Grandpa sat quietly at the dinner table, motionless. At that time, her father's original partner was still alive, and she had already cleaned up the leftovers on the dinner table and was squatting in the kitchen washing dishes and chopsticks. The sound of her chopsticks rubbing seems to be an accompaniment to the sound of cicadas.

"Ma Xintong! Help me get rid of that ghost! She gave me a child with no facial features! The man who had begged his father to take wild ghosts into the house begged his father again.

"As I told you, it's much harder to get rid of than to take in." Daddy's face was expressionless.

It turned out that the female ghost gave birth to a child for him that afternoon, but the child's head was strange, without a nose, eyes, eyebrows, ears, etc., like a winter melon growing on his neck. The scream was made by the man after he saw the newborn with no facial features.

"No! She gave birth to such a child, how can I stand it? I'm afraid I'm going to have nightmares every night from now on! Please, if you can take her in, you will be able to get her out again! Please! She's a ghost, and staying in the village is inevitably a hidden danger. Prevention is better than prevention! Please! The man knelt down and bowed his father. Grandpa hurriedly stepped forward to help him up.

Grandpa couldn't stand the man's repeated persuasion, so he had to agree.

That night, Grandpa threw a basket of paper money from the man's house to the small locust tree in advance, and then asked the man to hold an axe.

Grandpa and the man waited until it was dark, waited for the lights of thousands of homes to turn on, and then waited for the lights of all homes to go out, only to see the female ghost gradually coming over from a distance, still giggling while picking up money. Grandpa himself couldn't bear to hear it, but the man next to him repeatedly urged him not to be soft-hearted, as if he was an outsider.

When the grandfather saw the female ghost getting closer and closer, he patted the man on the shoulder and ordered, "When she comes to the bottom of the locust tree, cut down the locust tree immediately." Don't say anything, don't do anything else, and go straight home, close the door and go to bed. After Daddy finished speaking, he lowered his head and walked away.

Grandpa said that this was done with the help of geldings. At that time, geldings, pig cutters, and gelding were still everywhere. Because normal roosters and boars are not as strong as castrated ones, and normal bulls are not as attentive as geldings, this brutal and effective castration method was maintained in the countryside at that time.

But geldings are not the same as castrated chickens and pigs. In order to completely let the oxen work with all their hearts and no longer think about other things, the gelding craftsman cut off the reproductive organs of the ox and smashed it with a big hammer in front of the ox. This is a more brutal but more effective method than castration. The cattle that have been treated in this way have been honestly ploughing the fields and pulling the trailer since then, and their eyes have become hollow, and they will never see the cow's affectionate "moo" call.

The man would not be unaware of what the little locust tree meant to him and the female ghost, and if the little locust tree was cut down in front of the female ghost, the female ghost would definitely understand what the man meant.

What was the reaction of the female ghost after the man cut down the little locust tree, Grandpa didn't see it, Uncle Mian didn't see it, and the man himself didn't want to tell the people outside, so Grandpa had no way of knowing.

What Grandpa knew was that the man was going to throw away the child with no facial features the next day. On that day, an unknown beggar passed by, snatched the child from the man's hand, and ran away. The man, by instinct, chased the beggar for a long distance, and just as he was about to catch the beggar, he stopped and watched the beggar run away.

Soon after, the man married another woman from a distant land, who naturally did not know about his past. The villagers were unanimous in their silence about the woman who had come from afar. Then the woman gave birth to a son.

When his son was raised to be able to speak, he realized that his son's hearing, eyesight, smell, and taste were terrible. Every time his mother called his name, she opened her voice and shouted desperately; Douda's "Mao" pen is placed in front of you and cannot be seen; often drink a few bowls of wine as plain water, and then lie on the ground in a daze; No matter what you eat, it's a taste.

The villagers, as well as himself, could feel that the child was retribution, but they didn't dare to say it.

The child died when he was in his twenties. Then he and his wife, the white-haired man, sent the black-haired man, and cried so well that he was not sad. On the way to the funeral of the child, he suddenly noticed a man with a head like a winter melon standing on the edge of the old river looking at the funeral procession. He picked up a bamboo pole and rushed towards the bank of the old river. When he reached the edge of the old river, he found nothing. When he came back, he saw the man with no facial features. He rushed to the old river again, but the man disappeared again......

After repeating this several times, he finally screamed wildly, and became insane from then on. The woman who married from afar simply cleaned up, said goodbye to a few acquaintances in the village, and returned to her mother's home far away to care for the elderly.

A few more years later, the man's house fell into disrepair and collapsed on a thunderstormy night. The man ended his life in a pile of rubble.

"No wonder you don't go to Zhang Jiu's house." I said thoughtfully, but also as if I was lost.

Grandpa smiled indifferently and said, "The story is not over yet." ”

"It's not over yet?" I asked.

Grandpa nodded, rubbed his hands, and said, "It's not over yet." Since the man had no savings and no heirs, his funeral became a problem. At that time, the war had already begun to be in chaos, and the people in the village had nothing left, and no one had enough money to hold a funeral for him. So, several old people in the village got together and discussed a decision: the whole village pooled money to buy him a piece of land and bury it. Unexpectedly, a group of people came to the village the next day, all dressed as robbers and bandits. The people in the village were terrified. Who knew that the gang didn't rob anything else, but only came for the man's body. ”