At first, my father thought the Fingersmith's idea was too cruel to do. But at that time, the idea of inheritance was deep-rooted, as a sentence said, unfilial piety has three no descendants, and my father nodded and agreed in order to continue the incense.

However, my father had a doubt, at that time my mother had only given birth to nine, and my ancestor had killed ten children, burned nine corpses, and could be regarded as driving out nine, what should I do with the remaining one.

The fingersmith told my father that there was no need for my father to worry about this matter, and that he would naturally have a way to solve it, and he told my father that this matter was too cruel and hurt Tianhe, and that I was afraid that after the birth of the child, our family would have retribution.

At that time, my father didn't care so much about the sake of passing on the lineage, so he told the Fingersmith that as long as he could pass on the lineage, it didn't matter what retribution he had.

The handsmith glared at my father meaningfully, and without saying a word, he took off the paper hat from his head and led him to the main house.

As soon as I arrived at the main house, the fingersmith said that he was going to wash it, and after about half an hour, the fingersmith put on a brand-new black shroud, walked to my father's side, and said to my father, as long as he did it according to his method, on March 19 of the next year, his mother would give birth to a little boy, and the little boy would recognize him as a master, and every year for 18 years, Qingming and Zhongyuan would go to his grave to burn yellow paper, and if there was any violation, he would take the fat boy down.

When my father heard this, this request was not excessive, but my father wondered at that time, how could this fingersmith change into a shroud when he was fine, and said such unlucky words as burning yellow paper.

At that time, my father was in a hurry to go home to do the business of the Fingersmith's hospitality, and it was difficult to ask further. However, the next sentence of the fingersmith made my father completely confused.

The first-finger craftsman said: "There is still 10,000 yuan in the old man's rice jar, and when the old man dies, you can use the 10,000 yuan to buy a better coffin for the old man, and the rest of the money is even a red envelope from the old man to the apprentice." ”

After saying this, the Fingersmith told my father again that I should go to the side room to find him in half an hour.

My father listened to him and didn't dare to say anything. After all, he has heard the life experience of a fingersmith say that he was displaced in the first half of his life, and in the second half of his life, he returned to the village and passed the age of marrying, and he did not give birth to a son and a daughter, so it is reasonable to have such an explanation.

After waiting in the main room for half an hour, I only heard a clang from the side room, my father was in a hurry, and walked quickly towards the side room, and before he entered the door, he saw a person hanging on the main beam of the room, it was none other than a fingersmith.

The most bizarre thing is that there are two pieces of yellow paper hanging on the body of the fingersmith, and on the yellow paper are the eight characters of the birth dates of the father and the mother.

My father was so frightened that he didn't even dare to get out of the air, only to feel a cool air pass through the soles of his feet and go straight to his head. Even now, my father still can't understand why the Fingersmith hanged himself, or even why the Fingersmith helped our family so much.

In the next three days, my father took out 10,000 yuan put in the rice jar by the fingersmith, bought a coffin for his old man, and asked the Taoist priest to do a ritual, and finally asked the eight immortals to send the fingersmith up the mountain lively.

After the funeral of the first finger craftsman, there were more than 6,000 yuan left in the 10,000 yuan, and my father did not dare to touch the money, so he wrapped it in red paper and put it under my mother's pillow, and he began to prepare for the burning of the nine sons, because he was afraid that my mother would not agree, and my father did not dare to make a noise, so he secretly called my second uncle, and took advantage of the night to touch the Niujiao Mountain in our village, and dug up the bodies of my nine brothers in a panic.

At that time, the bodies of my nine older brothers had been buried in the ground for a long time, the oldest one was nine years old, and the shortest one was three months old.

However, when I dug it out, my nine brothers' faces were as pale as paper, their muddy eyes were round and large, and there was no sign of decay on their bodies, and there were vague symptoms of fat.

This scared my father and second uncle so much that they almost knelt down, but my father was better, after all, these nine babies were his own sons. But my second uncle is different, he is timid by nature, and when he saw that the nine corpses were blessed, he bowed down to the corpses, muttering in his mouth, Amitabha, Bodhisattva bless.

If you want to say that the second uncle is still kind in his heart, looking at the corpse, his heart is furious, so he asked my father in a trembling voice: "Big... Big brother, are you sure you're going to burn them? ”

At that time, my father was also blinded by the idea of inheritance, so he said to my second uncle: "Geng Shengji, a fingersmith said, our ancestors created evil, and now, the third child is full of children and grandchildren, but my big house does not have any incense, and your situation is not much better, gave birth to three or four daughters, stunned that did not give birth to a son, maybe after burning these corpses, your family can also give birth to a son." ”

When my second uncle heard this, he couldn't pay attention to it, so he went home and discussed with my second aunt for a while, and I don't know what the couple discussed, but I knew that within half an hour, my second uncle came back again, so he helped my father put the corpses of the nine brothers in a row, and burned a lot of yellow paper, candles, and ingots next to the corpses.

After burning these things, my father first found a hemp rope coated with black dog blood and tied the corpses of nine brothers into rice dumplings, and then found a black willow wood cut down in September, flattened one end of the black willow wood, and then tied a blade with a spiral head, and passed through the abdomen of the first corpse.

According to my father's recollection, the weather, which had been moonlit, suddenly became cloudy, followed by a downpour of rain that did not stop until the nine bodies were connected in black willow wood.

After getting the corpse, at first glance, it looked like a meat skewer, and I don't know if it was a coincidence or something else, but the eyes of my nine brothers stared straight at my father, staring at my father's heart, and I couldn't bear it.

However, things have all come to this, and it is certainly unrealistic to give up like this.

If you want to talk about people, in certain situations, no matter how cruel things are, they can do it, my father was like that at that time, he and my second uncle rested for a while, and my second uncle made a fire, and my father put the bodies of nine brothers on the stove and began to bake.

It was roasted for three days and three nights, and at the end of the burn, only a black mass remained.

There's something worth mentioning here, and I don't know if my father lied to me or if it's true. My father said that when they burned the bodies, my nine brothers' eyes closed several times and opened them several times.

After the body was burned, my father took off the ashes that had been stuck to the black willow wood, wrapped them in a piece of red satin, and buried them under the stone slab of our thatched house.

After this, my father fell into deep self-reproach for a long time, and it was not until March 19 of the following year, when my mother gave birth to me, that my father was slightly better.

On the day I was born, my second aunt was in charge of delivering the baby, and when she saw me for the first time, she screamed in a voice that could scare people to death, "I'm a mother, why is this baby's index finger so black." ”

She was telling the truth, when I was born, my right index finger was charred as charcoal, and even my nails were black, as if they had been roasted by a fire, and this phenomenon lasted until I was six years old, and the skin of my index finger gradually became normal. However, the nail of my right index finger is always black, like charcoal after a fire, and in my father's words, my right index finger must have something to do with a fingersmith.

However, this thing is not strange, more strange things are still to come, on the night of my birth, my father's heart was as heavy as iron, although he gave birth to a baby with a problem with his fingers, but it was also his own blood, so he went to the kitchen to make noodles, planning to invite my second aunt to dinner.

During the next strip, I don't know what happened, my father's right index finger stabbed inexplicably for a while, and the pain, in my father's words, was like someone pricking his fingernails with an embroidery needle, and my father was spinning in the kitchen.

After about two or three minutes of pain, there was a particularly strange sound outside the room, saying that he was hungry and asked my father to hurry up and get food, my father endured the pain from his index finger, opened the pot and looked, the noodles were ready, and he was ready to cut some green onions.

At the same time, an incredible scene was also staged at my second uncle's house.