My closest childhood friend was a widow.

The widow's surname was Mei, her name was unknown, she was in her early thirties, and she was very beautiful.

Mei has no children and has no plans to remarry, so she lives alone and makes some candy and snacks to sell in the village on weekdays to make ends meet.

I often helped her with errands, and I was paid free candy, so I got acquainted with her.

I also saved her life.

The women in the village are jealous of Mei's beauty and bully her for being a widow, and often find fault with her.

One day they framed Mei for stealing a man, tied her to the wheat field, and stoned her head to break her blood.

May was lying motionless on the ground of the wheat field, and no one cared about her.

I happened to pass by and hurried to call the village chief and the doctor.

Afterwards, Mei sent me a box of peach crisps to thank me.

May also said that she owes me a life and will pay it back to me when I grow up.

When she said this at the time, her expression was extremely sincere and beautiful.

To be honest, I kind of like Mei.

Mei's personality is very gentle, she always likes to wear a white gauze skirt, and she stands by the stove with a focused expression to boil syrup, which is completely the appearance of a good wife and mother.

She loves to laugh, and her laughter is sweeter than syrup.

Her complexion was snow-white, whiter than the white dress she was wearing.

I really wanted to marry her, I didn't think she was a widow.

But now.

I just want to kill her.

In 05, my sister had blood cancer, and I was 17 years old.

When my sister was diagnosed, it was already in the advanced stage.

The family had no money to treat her sister, so she lay at home and waited to die.

I remember very well, I sat on the old rattan chair in the hall and looked at my sister lying on the bed, she was dying, skinny and skinny, and her face was as pale as paper.

Dad listened to other people's home remedies, set a weasel, slaughtered it, dripped the blood in a bowl, and fed it to his sister to drink.

My sister drank while closing her eyes and crying.

But that thing was useless at all, and my sister's condition didn't improve at all.

One day my sister told me that she was going to die and asked me if I was afraid.

I said scared.

"You're afraid, just shout your sister's name out loud just like you did when you were a child." Sister struggled to squeeze out a smile.

When I was a child, my parents worked in the town, leaving my sister and I at home, and I was very timid, afraid of the dark, afraid of ghosts, and afraid of rats.

In the middle of the night I often woke up with nightmares and cried.

My sister, who was woken up by me, always patted me on the back and comforted me, saying, "If you're afraid, just call my sister's name." ”

That's my sister's theory, when you're afraid, call out the name of your relatives, and those terrible things won't dare to find you.

People who are remembered by their relatives, ghosts do not dare to harm him.

"Zhang Furu." That's what I always shout.

Three days later, one night, my sister was gone.

I held my sister's hand, and for the first time understood how cold a dead person's body can be.

The custom in the village is to mortuary for three days, and on the night of the third day, I kept a wake for my sister alone.

In the second half of the night, about two o'clock in the morning, Mei came.

"Condolences." May said to me.

Mei sat beside me and looked at my sister's body.

"I can bring your sister back to life."

That's what May said at the time, and I remember it very clearly, seven words word for word.

I believed Mei and let Mei carry my sister's body away.

The next day, Mei disappeared from the village, taking with her sister's body.

I told my parents about it, and they also had a glimmer of hope, thinking that Mei would really do something to return to the soul and come back with my sister who was alive and kicking.

But a week has passed, and there is still no news.

Someone in the village learned about this and alerted our family.

The province next door is very prosperous, and a young female corpse can be sold for a high price of more than 100,000 yuan.

Our family woke up and immediately went crazy and went everywhere to find Mei.

But Mei seems to have evaporated from the world.

We don't know anyone who has a relationship with her.

She was originally a woman with no origin, and the people in the village didn't even know her name.

She came to our village in 02, called herself a widow, and lived alone, cleaned up an abandoned house in the east of the village, sold some candy and snacks to live, and did not socialize with people much.

That's all we know about her.

I regretted wanting to die, all because of my fault, I lost my sister's body.

I hate Mei so much.

I saved her, trusted her, but she deceived me.

If I had found her, I would have killed her.

The kind of killing that stabs you in the heart with a knife!

But now, three years have passed since my sister's death, and I still haven't found any news about Mei.

On this day, I was sharpening the shaft of an arrow at home when a playmate, a child, came to me.

The child's name is Chen San, and his father is the husband of the village.

Chen San's head is a little wrong, and he often falls to the ground without warning, his limbs twitch, and his mouth foams, as if he is possessed by a ghost, which is very scary.

The goddess in the village said that it was because Chen San lacked a life fire compared to others and was weak, so he was particularly vulnerable to lonely souls and wild ghosts.

But Dr. Xiao Wang, who came to the village to support, is a very literate college student, and he said that the words of the goddess are superstitious.

Dr. Xiao Wang said that Chen San just had epilepsy, which is commonly known as sheep epilepsy.

"The sea, Xiaofeng died last night, do you know?" Chen San asked me.

I stopped sharpening the shaft.

"I know, didn't Xiaofeng's family let go of the funeral cannon in the morning."

Xiaofeng is the only daughter of Liu Carpenter's family, very Peugeot, only fifteen years old this year, infected with lung disease, coughing all day long.

Last month, he was sent to the town health center for examination, and the doctors said that it was no big deal, but he didn't expect that this morning, Xiaofeng's family would release the funeral cannon.

I'm a little blocked in my heart, I actually have some special relationship with Xiaofeng.

"There are no other young men in Xiaofeng's family, tonight, the first night, we are going to keep a vigil for Xiaofeng." Chen San said.

I nodded and said I understood.

At night, in Xiaofeng's funeral shed, I looked at Xiaofeng's body covered with a white cloth and let out a long sigh.

Chen San was also chattering, it's a pity that Xiaofeng is so beautiful.

When the two of us were on guard until the middle of the night, the night owls were up the trees and kept barking.

Last night, when Xiaofeng died, the night owl also barked all night.

According to the folk saying, night owls will die when they bark.

As a hunter, I agree with this statement, night owls eat scavengers, and when people die, they emit a strange smell.

For night owls, this taste is the taste of gourmet food.

But the shrill cry of owls outside the shed made me upset.

I picked up a rock from the ground and was going to go out and get rid of it.

At this moment, the cry of the night owl suddenly changed.

First it screamed like a rat caught in an iron clip, and then it was followed by a series of weird and shrill laughter.

Hearing this laughter gave me goosebumps.

I heard the old people in the village say that they are not afraid of night owls barking, but afraid of night owls laughing.

At this time, Chen San's crying voice came from behind me.

"Big ...... The sea, you see! ”

I turned my head and saw Xiaofeng's corpse on the straw mat, and actually sat up slowly.

The white cloth covering her face also fell off, revealing a pale and blue dead face!

"Deceived corpse!"

My head banged, and out of fear, I subconsciously threw the stone in my hand towards Xiaofeng!

The stone hit Xiaofeng's forehead, and Xiaofeng lay down again.

After that, after a long while, nothing abnormal happened to Xiaofeng's corpse.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead and wondered what the hell was going on? How did the dead sit up on their own?

Outside the shed, the laughter of night owls rang out again.

My heart lifted again, but Xiaofeng's body was still lying there, not moving.

At this time, Chen San suddenly fell to the ground, his limbs twitching, and his mouth foaming.

I want to scold my mother, why did Chen San get sick at this juncture.

I hurriedly pinched Chen San's people, but no matter how I pinched, Chen San couldn't get over.

Finally, Chen San was woken up by me.

Chen San stared at me, grinned at the corners of his mouth, and looked at me with an extremely strange expression.

"The sea, what are you doing with a stone on me?"

I was stunned and said I didn't hit you with a stone.

Suddenly, a chill crept up my back.

This voice is very sharp, where is Chen San's voice.

It's clearly Xiaofeng's voice!

"Zhang Donghai, you negative man, why did you hit me with a stone?" Chen San still questioned me with a sharp voice.

I took a few steps back.

"Your mother, Chen San, don't pretend to be a ghost to scare Lao Tzu."

Chen San got up, his eyes widened, staring at me deadly.

"Zhang Donghai, a negative man, do you still remember, what did you do to me that day in the bud rice field......"