That was when I was six years old, because when I was a kid, I was playful and ran to the mountains with my friends to hide and seek.

I found a small cave, I curled up in it, covered with the weeds outside, and when it was dark my friends did not find me, just when they were despondent, when they had already conceded defeat, I slowly crawled out of the cave and walked towards them.

However, at this time, I found a problem, that is, there was a fog in front of me, the kind of dense fog that could not be dispersed, I couldn't go to my friend's side, and even walked farther and farther, I was very scared, and even shouted out, at this time I had no way to make a sound, I felt terrible, and I cried out, but it didn't work.

The friends still couldn't see me, and they felt that it was getting dark, and they were very afraid, and they said, "Come out quickly, or we will have to go back." I said, "I'm here, don't you see me?" "Yet I feel like I can't make any sound. Just when I felt that I might have to spend the night in this barren mountain, an old woman came up to me with a white lantern.

The old woman's outfit was very strange, it was a very retro style, she was very concerned about me, and asked me: "Why are you here alone, do you want the old woman to send you home?" "If it weren't for the green light in her white lantern, I would have promised her the same head as garlic, but now I have nowhere to turn but to hold on to the mother-in-law carrying the lantern on the mountain, for if I refuse to come to her, I may be buried in the wilderness.

I followed her in fear until I came into a bamboo hut. This bamboo house gives me a very close feeling, and I feel that it has something to do with me. She hung up the lantern and poured a little oil into it and the green fire grew stronger, but it smelled bad. And say that you want to help me take a good bath.

When I heard this, I immediately became suspicious, and I thought that the fog seemed to be incomprehensible to others, but aimed at me, so the green light should be phosphorus fire, also known as ghost fire, because phosphorus is a substance that is present in human bones, and when burning bones, green fire occasionally appears. As for the smell of that lantern I remember now, it was corpse oil. The unique taste of our rural people who raise little ghosts is present at my uncle's house, and I can't help but feel numb when I think of this.

Before I could think any further, the old woman said that the hot water was boiling, and she wanted to take me over to take a bath. As a child, I am naturally obedient, otherwise no one can guarantee that I will live to the next second.

I was a little scared, so I tested the water temperature with my hands first, and it felt quite moderate, so I slowly soaked my body. And the old woman also picked up a towel and wiped it up and down my body, I enjoyed this feeling very much, because I lived with my uncle when I was a child, and there was no third person into my life, it was all the old man's cooking, not to mention the bath, and this old woman felt like a grandmother suddenly had a grandmother to take care of me.

I was gradually letting go of my guard, and I was also slackening my nerves in the cave for fear of being discovered by my friends, and I felt like I was about to fall asleep, and I wished it was all a dream. Slowly, I closed my eyes and thought about it, if she had the intention of harming me, why did she lead me to this bamboo house. I was enjoying myself when I suddenly felt a pair of cold nails scratching my neck, and I quickly opened my eyes.

"Wow-" I could only hear the old woman's voice, and she was accompanied by a violent convulsion, and everything became tasteless. Alas, at this moment I breathed a long sigh of relief. In fact, I have known for a long time that my body does not know how many evil things are worried about, and once it touches my blood, it will be scattered, at least for now. At this moment, I don't care about the life or death of this ghost woman, but I have a strong interest in this bamboo house.

I walked around and admired the bamboo house with great interest, as if there was an indescribable sense of affinity. At this time, the moon had gradually sunk in the west, and more and more interesting things appeared in front of me.

For example, in this room in front of me, there was a seal in front of the door, and I could feel a mysterious force pulling me to open it, and my sense of self became very weak, as if another consciousness was gradually injected into my body, until my hand touched the seal and lifted it. Without allowing me to hesitate, he guided me in.

This one looks like a bedroom, but in addition to the basic standard features, it has a shoe rack full of shoes, two large cabinets, and a faint scent. I walked in. I tried to analyze what might have happened here: based on the yellowing of the seal, it must have not been inhabited for at least a dozen years, and I was even more certain that there was a painting on the wall of the person who was my mother when I was younger, and the seal at the place where I was registered was my father's name. I reached out and touched the painting, it felt so good that it looked like human skin, and for some reason, a tear welled up in the corner of my eye.

I put the painting away and took it with me when I was ready to leave. Then I looked over and found a large box, which was also sealed. I walked over to it, and when I reached out, the box suddenly opened. Frightened, I took several steps back until I hit the wall. It took me a while before I dared to look inside. Inside there were some things, and a letter came into view first. I'll take out the letter first.

The handwriting is very good-looking, and it is not too much to practice the handwriting. And the content I saw when I took out the letter made me ripple, and I saw the end of the book, and the tears of incompetence were already rolling in my eyes. This was my father's first and last letter to me.

The content of the letter is: We feel that it is very unfair for the child to die when the child is still young, because your mother turned her back on the demon inheritance and followed me, and I also turned my back on the master's admonition in order to be with your mother, not only did the two of us have nothing to rely on, but also because of your special physique, we were targeted by some powerful spirits. If it is still the case that the cultivation is still in the past, even if it is only our husband and wife here, we will not allow them to be presumptuous. In desperation, we found this quiet place and built a bamboo house, thinking that it could bring you a dull day. Still, those spirits found us, and they cunningly chose to attack the bamboo hut when your mother gave birth, while I could only drag it outside to protect your mother and the mother. I plan to exchange space for time, but the outside has always been reluctant to take you away, and your mother is very uncomfortable at the moment, Wen Po told me that it is difficult to give birth, to protect the adult or to protect the child, I just wanted to speak, your mother was in tears, her voice was very small, and she said to me in great pain, "Xianggong, love you!" Then your cry came out. I don't have the courage to look back, I choose to use my own way to protect you. I walked out of the bamboo house with some forbidden artifacts, probably the last time I would use them.

A wry smile came from deep in my throat. I may have inherited my father's cowardice, and I need to take a break at this time, and I haven't read it once. I buried my head in my arms and let the drops of water soak the letter. And at this moment, the letter paper suddenly had a subtle change.