But it was too late, my eyes were sucked by its glass ball eyes as if I couldn't move away, and the whirlpool gradually accelerated and rotated, turning faster and faster. My body relaxed, my fear was gone, my alertness was gone, and my nerves were numb and unconscious. I looked at its glass ball eyes like that, and I felt like I was going to be sucked into the rapidly spinning vortex like a straw floating on the water.

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My head felt like it was about to burst, and my stomach was churning, like the feeling after opening my hands and spinning many times. I felt the ground swaying and spinning, and I fell without a foothold. I lay on the ground as if I was going to die, and my eyelids were heavy and I wanted to close. I felt the stone on my back digging into my skin like a needle. The clay pot weighed on me as heavy as a mountain, and I couldn't breathe.

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I shouted weakly, "Grandpa." "The sound was so small that I couldn't even hear it. I thought to myself, is this what it feels like for a soul to be snatched away by a spores?

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Grandpa rushed over quickly and grabbed the clay pot in my arms. It is very strange that at that time I was still hinting that I wanted to protect the clay pot, and even when my grandfather asked for it, I refused to let go, but at that time my hand was weak and weak, and the clay pot was easily taken away by my grandfather. Grandpa must not have known that I was trying to hold the clay pot so hard as he grabbed it.

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Grandpa later said that my psychological suggestion was heavy, which was good for ghost hunting, but sometimes I went too far. But sometimes my hunch is very spiritual, and sometimes it is 108,000 miles away. For example, when my grandfather was catching the ghost, I suddenly had a picture of the ghost fighting with my grandfather, and when I watched my grandfather take the clay pot to collect the ghost, I saw the ghost as a ghost.

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I think this is an ominous omen. And it worked. My mom also has strong psychological cues. That was two years later, when my grandmother had just died, and my parents had come back from seven days of helping out in Thrush Village. On the morning of the eighth day, my mother told us that she had a dream in which her grandmother asked her for an umbrella. Dad immediately said, "When I came back from Thrush Village last night, I was worried about the rain, so I took an umbrella in my hand, I am afraid it is her old man's." Dad found the umbrella for Mom to see, and sure enough, it was used by Grandma before her death. So I guess my psychological cues come from blood relations.

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Of course, I didn't think of so much at the time, these are all later thoughts. I was lying on the ground in a state of discomfort, and in the weak moonlight, I saw my grandfather easily put the spores into the clay pot.

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Afterwards, I asked my grandfather, "How did you put the spores in the clay pot so easily?" ”

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Grandpa said, "I was behind you, and you didn't see me pop out a lit match and hit the ghost." ”

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I don't believe it. The struck match was extinguished when it shook in his hand, let alone popped out with force. If it is said that it is ejected and then ignited, it is grandpa bragging.

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"Try it and show me." I said.

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Grandpa took out a match, put the matchbox on the side of the four fingers of his right hand, and put a match vertically on the phosphorus surface of the matchbox, the match head against the phosphorus surface, and gently pressed the end of the match with his thumb. Then, Grandpa reached out his left hand and popped it at the match that was stuck between the phosphorus surface of the match and his thumb. When the match is in the air, it is not completely burning, and only sparks like firecracker fuses emerge. At the moment when the match was about to hit the ground, the match was lit.

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Grandpa pointed to the location of the match and said, "At that time, the ghost was at the place where the match landed, and this is how I popped the match." Convinced? Grandpa looked at me with a smile.

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Grandpa continued, "I wanted to cast a spell to bring the spores into the clay pot. But you didn't hold the clay pot. ”

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I forced my words: "You want to play it a long time ago, isn't it much easier than casting a spell?" ”

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Grandpa said: "There is a brief pause when it catches your eye, and I also take this opportunity to play its nose." Otherwise, it would have been guarded, and I wouldn't have been able to subdue it so easily. ”

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"Flick its nose?" "Once again, I was amazed.

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"Yes." Otherwise, where do you think I played it? Grandpa asked with his hands outstretched. The strange matchbox was still in his hand.