In Ding Jiu's memory, his grandfather has been lying on the kang in the old house.

According to the doctor's diagnosis, it was because the cerebral hemorrhage compressed the brainstem nerves, resulting in the loss of all mobility, unable to speak, and even usually turning over and needing help.

For Ding Jiu, what his grandfather left him with the deepest impression was those kind eyes.

Even though his body couldn't move, those eyes were still looking at everything in the house with a smile.

During the Chinese New Year, I watched my father and several uncles busy in and out of the house, Ding Jiu digging snow in the yard with a small shovel, watching my grandmother wrapping red envelopes for these grandchildren on the 30th night, and then the family happily ate a reunion dinner, and my grandfather's face was also full of festive red light.

Whenever Ding Jiu looked at his grandfather, the eyes of the two people could always look at each other.

Looking at his grandfather's smiling eyes, Ding Jiu would be silly and happy, moving the small bench that his grandfather had made for him before to find new fun things.

A few years passed like this, until the days before Ding Jiu graduated from elementary school.

When Ding Jiu came home from class that day, he saw his father crying with red eyes, while his mother comforted him and did not speak.

Ding Jiu asked a few words, but his mother just asked him to go back to his room and go to bed early to prepare for the exam.

When he finally finished the exam and went back to the old house, Ding Jiu found that the place where his grandfather was lying on the kang in the old house was empty.

Grandpa is gone.

The day of the first seven was the first time Ding Jiu went to the grave of his grandfather, and Ding Jiu didn't know why he didn't cry at that time, but just watched his father, uncle and grandmother shed tears in front of the grave, and watched his cousin who was holding him wipe his tears, a little dazed.

Since then, Ding Jiu has always felt that something is missing in the old house, and after a few years, Ding Jiu has slowly adapted to it.

However, it has become a habit for him to go to his grandfather's grave every year during the New Year's holiday.

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In the dimness of consciousness, these memories of his grandfather, which had been sealed for many years, surged in Ding Jiu's mind.

Suddenly, Ding Jiu shuddered, and his consciousness gradually returned to his body and woke up.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the blue sky, the sun was in the middle, and in my ears was the sound of whimpering wind, and the wind blew through the cotton clothes to bring a trace of coldness.

Ding Jiu sat up and looked around blankly, and he was the only one left on the empty back mountain.

The grave of the grandfather in front of him is still in place, there is no black mist, no black-robed people, and no white bone chains.

Obviously, his chest and abdomen hurt as if he had been burned by fire, and he was even vomiting blood non-stop, but now Ding Jiu just felt a little tightness in his chest.

He touched his right ankle, which was a little red and swollen, and tried to stand up as if it was no problem, as if the bone of his foot was just his hallucination.

However, the salty breath in Ding Jiu's mouth reminded him that what had just happened was not an illusion, but a real existence.

The combination of the two made Ding Jiu feel like a sense of time and space confusion, he didn't know what was going on, why the injuries on his body healed in a blink of an eye.

But one thing he was sure of now, he didn't want to stay in the ancestral tomb of Houshan for another minute.

Ding Jiu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, picked up his backpack and ran along the road he came.

When passing by the group of dilapidated courtyards, the wind blew the courtyard door and clanged, as if something was about to rush out of the house, adding a bit of horror, and even more made Ding Jiu speed up his pace, not daring to turn his head to look again.

Running back to the old house step by step, grandma was already waiting at the gate of the courtyard, watching Ding Jiu running back from a distance in a panic, hurriedly supported him, and asked:

"What's going on? Why are you in such a hurry? ”

Ding Jiu calmed his breath slightly, what happened on the back mountain was too weird, he opened his mouth but didn't know where to start for a while, just said a word in the first house.

Entering the house and sitting on the kang, grandma poured a bowl of water for Ding Jiu, and Ding Jiu dried it all in one go, which slightly diluted the bloody taste in his mouth.

After settling down, Ding Jiu sorted out his thoughts for a while, and he hesitated again and again before asking:

"Grandma, have you ever heard of Yincha?"

Grandma looked puzzled and replied, "Isn't that all folklore, what's wrong?" ”

Ding Jiu was a little surprised, and he didn't know what to say next.

If what happened just now was true, according to what the black-robed man said, the Ding family was a generational difference, and the grandmother should know about it, but now she looks like she doesn't know anything about it.

"That'...... Does Grandpa have any relics or words left for me? Ding Jiu asked the gods.

According to the plot of the web novel, there should be a relic left by his grandfather at this time, although it may not be a treasure, but at least it can explain the current situation for him.

But unexpectedly, grandma shook her head and said, "When your grandfather left, he didn't say that he left anything for you." ”

Even according to the normal logic of thinking, if the Ding family has such a special identity, then grandpa must at least leave any information, could it be that what the black-robed man said is false?

Mistaken person?

Don't you have the surname Ding?

Impossible, the chains on Grandpa's bones can't be explained.

I didn't have time to think about it just now, but after thinking about it, I found that my eyes were black and I didn't know anything, which made Ding Jiu feel like a dog.

Ding Jiu scratched his head hard, but he didn't hear his grandmother call him twice, and he didn't come back to his senses until his grandmother patted him.

Grandma looked at Ding Jiu worriedly and said, "I'm afraid that I have provoked something unclean in the back mountain, you sit and wait." ”

After a while, grandma took a tea bowl and a chopstick, put the chopsticks in the middle of the tea bowl, hit the bottom of the tea bowl with the chopsticks again and again, circled around Ding Jiu, and recited words in her mouth:

"I don't know which ghost the child provoked in the back mountain, they are all from the Ding clan, please don't blame it."

Seeing his grandmother "casting spells" there, Ding Jiu was also a little speechless, if two hours ago, Ding Jiu still thought that these were superstitions.

But now that he has seen the real "ghosts", he doesn't dare to be careless about these customs passed down by the older generation, so he can only let his grandmother circle around him.

When his grandmother was spinning in circles, Ding Jiu made a decision not to tell his grandmother what happened in Houshan for the time being.

If it is true that grandpa is a bad thing, then grandpa didn't tell the family, then there must be his intentions.

Besides, grandma is now old, and telling her to worry about her is plain, Ding Jiu thinks it's better to wait a little longer.

After the "spell casting", his grandmother asked Ding Jiu how he felt, although Ding Jiu didn't feel anything, but he still followed his grandmother and said that he felt much better.

Grandma nodded in satisfaction and asked a few more words about Grandpa's grave.

Ding Jiu just said that everything was normal, but he met the elders on the road and delayed a little time, and even hid the thunder around the cemetery.

Ding Jiu went to the back mountain at about ten o'clock in the morning, and only made up for it before leaving, but he was frightened and injured on the mountain, and was in a coma for more than an hour, and it was nearly one o'clock in the afternoon when he came down the mountain.

Ding Jiu felt that he had already digested the food before going up the mountain, and now he was really hungry with his chest against his back.

After confirming that Ding Jiu was okay, grandma hurriedly served the meal, and Ding Jiu shook off his cheeks and began to gobble up.

He alone wiped out a whole pot of sauerkraut stewed pork, plus a roast chicken and five bowls of rice, and even his grandmother, who used to love to let him eat more, hurriedly shouted to stop, afraid that Ding Jiu would spoil his body and not let him eat it anymore.

Ding Jiu was also taken aback by the amount of food he had, and when he touched his stomach, he was only half full, and his belly did not bulge at all, as if there was a black hole in his body.

Today's exercise is also a trip to the back mountain, why does the amount of food become so large? Could it be that because the injury healed in the back mountain in a blink of an eye, the body needs too much nutrition?

Thinking about it like this, Ding Jiu still remembered that something was wrong, when he just came back, he ran back, ran down a few kilometers of mountain roads, and when he arrived at the gate of the hospital, he was just slightly gasping for breath, and this physical strength was completely unequal to when he was practicing physical fitness at the police academy.

Ding Jiu lifted his clothes, he still remembered that the black-robed man had pierced a chain here, but now there was no wound in the lower abdomen, and there was no scar.

All of this proves that Ding Jiu's body has undergone some changes that he can't control, and he doesn't know if this change is a blessing or a curse.

Ding Jiu touched his lower abdomen, worried.