(Still a draft.) I've been very tired lately, everyone is more considerate, this chapter, there are a lot of ambiguities that need to be explained, and a lot of revisions are needed. As an incident I discovered by accident, I found that uploading drafts is a good way to prevent piracy, because on those piracy sites, only I upload drafts. On a whim, if I upload the "first chapter" of this book tonight, and tomorrow afternoon, I will replace it with "Chapter 277", and tomorrow night I will upload "Chapter 1", and the next afternoon, I will change it to "Chapter 278", won't those pirated websites become "Chapter 1" forever? Of course, this is just an idea, and if you really want to do it, it will definitely scold many people on the street, and Motie will not agree here. ）

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To tell you the truth, when I heard my grandmother say this, I was quite resistant, I really didn't want to go there anymore, that ghost place was about to cause shadow damage to my young mind.

Grandma went to the East House and told my mother, and my mother was a little reluctant, but she didn't say she disagreed, and told my grandmother lukewarmly, don't let him do it like last time. My grandmother smiled and nodded.

When my brother heard this, he was going to follow, and my grandmother scared him and said that there was an "old cat" there at night, who ate fat children, and your brother was thin, and the "old cat" was not uncommon to eat him, and if you got there, the "old cat" would eat you if he caught you.

"Old cat", according to legend, is an old cat that has become a fine flower, specially to the village to eat children, hear who has a child crying, wait until the middle of the night quietly sneak into the house to eat the child. Over time, as soon as the child cries, the adult scares him, the old cat comes, the old cat comes, and by our time, the "old cat" has become synonymous with adults scaring children, which has profoundly affected our generation, and in the hearts of our generation, "old cat" is the embodiment of terror and evil. Of course, I'm immune to "old cats" when I'm young, not to mention that there are no "old cats", but there are really "old cats", and it's not necessarily who scares away whom.

When my brother heard my grandmother say this, he was so frightened that he got behind my mother and didn't dare to come out again, so my grandmother pulled me out of the house.

When I got out of the south of the river, it was equivalent to going out of the village, and my grandmother asked me, "Huangshan said that he saw an old man on crutches in the forest, and said that he was your grandfather, did you see it?" ”

I shook my head.

My grandmother looked in the direction of the mass grave, sighed, and whispered to herself: "Brother didn't leave, won't he come to pick me up......?"

When I heard this, I asked my grandmother, "Grandma, who will pick you up, and where are you going?" ”

My grandmother didn't speak, but helped me with her baggage and pulled me on.

When it was dark this day, the sky was overcast, and it became more and more overcast at this time, and the whole child was sullen, making people feel a kind of breathlessness, and the swallows and dragonflies flew very low, and it seemed that there was going to be a heavy rain tonight.

On the west side of the mass grave, on the bank of the river, there is a row of old willow trees, more than a dozen. Grandma said that when our family moved from Sanwangzhuang, these willow trees had already grown here, and there must have been one for hundreds of years.

Grandma took me to the mass grave without hurrying, and first came to this row of willow trees, at this time, although the sky was dark, I could also see a rough idea, a dozen old willow trees shadowed and swayed with the breeze, as if the old willows were telling us something. The water in the river is murmuring, and everything seems quiet and natural.

My grandmother walked up to the row of willow trees, and broke off two wicker sticks from an old willow tree, the thickness of her little finger, more than two feet long, and handed me one, and she took one herself.

I asked my grandmother what she was doing with wicker, and she said, "You forgot what your grandmother taught you in the past, what do you say wicker is for?" ”

I thought for a moment and said, "It's for fighting ghosts." ”

Grandma laughed, "You're going to hit them later." With that, my grandmother pulled me up and walked towards the mass grave.

I didn't say anything all the way, and when I came to the edge of the mass grave forest, my grandmother stopped with me, took out a chicken blood strip from her baggage and tied it to her wrist, and then took out a piece of mud the size of a fingernail and pressed it to my eyebrows. I didn't know what it meant at the time, but now that I think about it, my grandmother tied the chicken blood strip to ward off evil spirits, and pressed my eyebrows with mud, because she was afraid that the yang energy on my body would scare those things away, two completely different states.

After getting ready, my grandmother asked me to go ahead again, and this time I didn't do it, but I couldn't tell my grandmother to leave me alone in the woods. I couldn't live or die, and my grandmother had no choice but to pull me and walk into the forest side by side with me.

At this time, the forest was no different from the other day, it was dark and gloomy, and it was a cloudy day, and the forest seemed even more airtight.

My grandmother asked me where the trap was, and until then I didn't think I was stepping on a grave. With my memory, I took my grandmother to quickly find the "trap", and at this time, I could vaguely see the trap that I stepped out of. Now that I think about it, if I want to say that it is a tomb, it is really a bit like it, and the place is a little more prominent than the other places.

I pointed it to my grandmother, and here it is. Grandma let go of my hand, circled around the grave, and suddenly said loudly to the grave without warning: "Old Jiatou, do you know who I am?" Of course, the grave head would not answer her, and my grandmother continued: "As the saying goes, it depends on the owner to beat the dog, you have actually bullied my grandson, for so many years, who burns paper money and gives you clothes during the New Year's holidays, have you forgotten?" Do you know that you have been trapped here and can't get out, just because you can't think about it when you're alive, and you can't let go when you're dead. ”

As my grandmother spoke, she continued to circle around the grave, and when my grandmother turned to the other side of me, I suddenly noticed that behind my grandmother was a figure, a black figure, and from that point of view, it was the old man who grabbed my feet and neck.

I was about to shout, grandma be careful. Before she could shout, my grandmother slammed the wicker behind her, and without even looking at it, the figure behind her suddenly turned into a cloud of black smoke and disappeared, and my grandmother continued to walk as if she didn't know, and continued: "Look at you, I said a few words to you, and you were not happy, and asked me how to keep you." As she spoke, my grandmother raised her hand and pointed at me, "See, I have passed on all these crafts to my grandson, and in a few years, I won't be able to control him." ”

As soon as my grandmother said this, the wind suddenly rose in the forest, inexplicably, I thought it was about to rain, but when the wind stopped, it did not rain, but the gloomy atmosphere of the forest was much smaller. Later, I realized that my grandmother said that she would not be able to control me in a few years, which meant me, and I would not treat "you" as well as her in the future.

Of course, there are also those who didn't go, the two who grabbed my feet and neck didn't go, after my grandmother said this, I saw those two guys standing behind my grandma, my grandma didn't even look back, I didn't know what to take out of the baggage, when I turned around, one person pasted one for them, and then the two people didn't move. Grandma took out two red ropes from the baggage, pulled them into a buckle and put them around their necks, pulled the red rope and pulled them under the two trees, and tied them to the two trees respectively, at this time, I was a little dumbfounded, these two fierce gods, so vicious when chasing me, how did they get into my grandmother's hands, more obedient than cats.

After tying up the two guys, my grandmother came to me, pointed to the two guys on the tree, and said, "Huang He, they were the ones who grabbed your feet and neck a few days ago, right?" ”

I nodded, and my grandmother smiled, and then pointed to the wicker in my hand, and said, "Go ahead, whip them with this wicker, thirty times each, and grandma will make sure they are gone." ”

Hearing my grandmother say this, I hesitated, not because they would be disillusioned after 30 strokes, but, but because I had a fear of them in my heart, even if they were tied to a tree, I still didn't dare to approach them, they really made a shadow in my heart.

My grandmother seemed to see my thoughts, and said with a tense face, "How can I have such a grandson as you, go quickly!" ”

When my grandmother said this, I timidly grabbed the wicker in my hand, and walked towards the old man little by little, because at this time, I saw that the old man was a little bullying, the old man drooped his head and didn't understand, the old woman was too scary, watching me grit my teeth, I always picked up soft pinched persimmons.

Walking up to the old man, at the instigation of my grandmother, I raised the wicker and timidly twitched it on the old man, and the old man suddenly let out a miserable scream, which startled me, and almost didn't drop the wicker in my hand to the ground.

Listening to the old man's scream, I had a little courage, and whipped the old man again, the old man screamed again, and heard the scream again, the old man couldn't do anything to me, my mood was completely let go, picked up the wicker and smoked it, the more the old man screamed, the happier I was, my grandmother, just watching from the side, her face looked very calm.

After about 20 strokes of the old man, my grandmother stopped me and asked me to change people, to smoke the old woman, the old woman was still staring at me in horror at this time, looking at her I was still a little timid, but my grandmother encouraged me a few words, I walked over, and gently pumped the old woman, however, the performance of the old woman was completely different from the old man, she didn't say a word, or gritted her teeth and glared at me, I pumped her again, still silent, and then pumped twice, the old woman hooked me up, Doesn't it hurt for me to smoke? You old woman didn't even say a word, it's strange if I don't make you cry.

Pick up the wicker and whip it frantically.

After about 20 strokes of the old woman, my grandmother stopped me again and said, "Everyone has smoked 25 times, Huanghe, if you smoke them five more times, they will die, think about it, do you want them to die or live?" ”

At this time, I lost my mind a little, and my eyes were staring at the old woman, who was so angry that I was panting, and I didn't say a word, and when my grandmother asked me, I said, "I want them to die!" ”

My grandmother let go, I went and then pumped the old woman again, after four strokes, the following old woman was about to be gone, I lifted the wicker again, picked it up, and before it fell, I pulled it to my grandmother again, and my grandmother asked: "Yellow River, you have to think clearly, do you really want to kill them?" ”

I hesitated, and to be honest, I didn't know what to think at this time, and my grandmother then said, "You will face many of these people in the future, are you going to kill them?" Do you want to know how to advance and retreat, know how to choose, and be forgiving and understanding? ”