My name is Lu Xiaoran, female, 22 years old this year. He is a junior in the Department of Financial Management of FZ Liufeng College.

I'm a Yin Rim person.

The so-called Yin Yuan person is a person who survives after being stillborn.

My grandmother told me that my mother had died in an accident when she was eight months pregnant, and that I had a dead baby taken out by caesarean section six hours after my mother died. It was my grandmother, who was a psychic witch, who helped me survive.

For as long as I can remember, my grandmother has been with me in my life, and I don't have any concept of my parents. My mother died, why did Kang Zai's father never show up, my grandmother didn't mention it, and I didn't ask.

As long as my grandmother is there, it's enough, and other people are dispensable to me.

Let's be honest. I don't believe that I was once a stillborn baby, I don't believe that I am a Yin person, and I don't believe that there are ghosts and gods in this world.

It wasn't until I was eight years old that I witnessed several strange events firsthand. I finally began to believe that what my grandmother said was true, and my life changed dramatically.

In the summer when I was eight years old. In order to facilitate travel, we began to build mountain roads in this semi-isolated small mountain village of Zishan.

One afternoon, just as I was sleeping soundly, there was a quick knock on the door, accompanied by the crying voice of Aunt Wang from the same village, at the door of my grandmother's yard and me.

I woke up suddenly, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that my grandmother was already awake and was about to get out of bed and open the door, so I got up and trotted to open the gate of the yard.

As soon as Aunt Wang saw her grandmother, she was like a drowning person encountering driftwood, and she knelt down for her grandmother with a plop, and kowtowed with snot and tears and begged her grandmother to take a look at her home, saying that she was in charge of the house and began to talk nonsense when she came back from building the road at noon this day, as if she had been stained with dirt.

After listening to Aunt Wang's words, Grandma nodded and signaled Aunt Wang not to be too anxious, and without saying a word, she went back to the house and carried her burden that always contained strange things, and took my hand and hurried towards her house with Aunt Wang.

Hearing Aunt Wang say that her head of the house was contaminated with dirty things, I was a little confused, thinking that it would be good to wash it down, why should I be afraid of kowtowing like this and begging my grandmother to go to her house to see her in charge?

Aunt Wang's house is not far from my house, and before I could sort out my thoughts, I was already pulled to Aunt Wang's house by my grandmother.

Aunt Wang opened the locked door and pointed to the quiet hall at the moment to her grandmother, her face full of panic.

Grandma let go of my hand and told me that I was going to follow her, so she walked to the door of Aunt Wang's house and gently pushed open the closed door of the house.

Because of the opening of the door of the hall house, the dazzling sunlight shone into the house, and Uncle Wang in the house suddenly became irritable, his blood-red eyes bulged out and stared fiercely at my grandmother, me and Aunt Wang who entered the door, and there was a loud panting sound in his mouth.

Uncle Wang's appearance was really scared to me, I grabbed the corner of my grandmother's clothes tightly and moved to hide behind my grandmother.

"Child, if you die, you should abide by the rules of yin and yang, why do you come to disturb the living?" Grandma was not afraid at all, but pulled a small bench and sat down, her voice soft and faint.

"I don't have a place to live, and the fun has been taken away." Aunt Wang heard her grandmother's words, and her irritable feelings just quieted down, and the old man pouted and pouted his fingers in his mouth, and his milky voice was like a child who could just speak.

Such a strange situation made me cling closer to my grandmother, and my heart trembled.

Could this be the ghost that my grandmother told me? How could grandma tell at a glance that it was a child who was entangled with Aunt Wang's family? What I saw in front of me made my face full of doubts and disbelief.

I always knew that people in the village would discuss the time with my grandmother when they had red and white things, but it was this living person who was possessed by a ghost, and this was the first time I had seen it.

Grandma glanced at Aunt Wang and asked Aunt Wang what was the difference between before she went out to repair the road and after she came back, and Aunt Wang dodged Grandma's gaze and muttered only to say nothing.

Aunt Wang's answer made Aunt Wang at this time suddenly excited again, and she jumped around in the place where the sun could not shine in the hall, and there was a tendency to pounce on Aunt Wang at any time, acting like a child who was two or three years old who was provoked.

Getting up from the small bench, grandma told Aunt Wang that if she was unwilling to tell the truth, her grandmother would not care about her affairs. Holding my hand, my grandmother made a gesture to leave.

Seeing that her grandmother was leaving, Aunt Wang was immediately flustered, so she pulled her grandmother to tell her the truth. Private Xieba.

It turned out that the small mountain village of Zishan built a mountain road, and a few days ago dug out some golden urns, and those golden urns were collected together to prepare for a place to bury them later, but it was Aunt Wang who accidentally broke a golden urn and scattered the ashes everywhere, not to mention, but also carried someone behind his back to quietly hide a pair of pottery balls exposed in the ashes of the golden urn and bring them home.

Aunt Wang saw the antique objects brought back by her man, and the two of them were overjoyed, only feeling that they had gained a great bargain, but this afternoon this afternoon, Aunt Wang began to be like a different person, obviously haunted by ghosts.

The golden urn is actually the name of our southern dialect, and most people call it an urn coffin.

Urn coffins are mostly used for funerals for babies who died in our south, because the children are too young to be buried in the public cemetery of their own adults, so they can only put their cremated ashes into the urn and bury them in the wilderness.

After listening to Aunt Wang's words, Grandma stretched out her hand to Aunt Wang, and Aunt Wang understood what Grandma meant, and quickly took out the pair of Tao Xiangqiu that she brought back, and put the things in Grandma's hand tremblingly.

Seeing what Aunt Wang handed over, grandma showed a hint of surprise. Hold the pair of pottery ringing balls and look at them carefully in the sun.

Grandma's surprise made me wonder, and I also looked curiously at the pair of pottery balls in my grandmother's hand.

Tao Xiangqiu, I once saw it once at Grandma Zhang's house in the village. Grandma Zhang was very expensive to her pottery ball, and she didn't let me touch it, saying that it was handed down from my ancestors.

The pair of pottery ringing balls in front of you are balls made of purple sand, with several small holes on them, and the surface is densely carved with gossip patterns and traditional characters. At a glance, it is much more expensive than Grandma Zhang's Tao Zhi's Tao Xiang Ball.

Grandma looked at the pair of Tao Xiangqiu repeatedly for a while, and handed the pair of Tao Xiangqiu to Aunt Wang, who was possessed by the ghost, and promised that the ghost who was possessed by Aunt Wang would collect ashes for her in the afternoon and reset a golden urn to bury her for her to move in, asking the ghost to leave Aunt Wang's body after the matter was done, and not to disturb people again.

The ghost-possessed Aunt Wang took the Tao Xiangqiu handed over by her grandmother, grinning and giggling.

At this time, it is strange to say that the sky that was shining with a bright sun suddenly thundered, and the sky darkened, and a rainstorm came immediately.

Such a change in the weather made Aunt Wang, who took over the Tao Xiangqiu, stared at Aunt Wang thoughtfully, Aunt Wang was directly paralyzed on the ground and trembled, and her grandmother also tightened her forehead.

After a little hesitation, my grandmother took out a red rope with copper coins from the baggage she had brought, tied it to my wrist, and took out a white porcelain jar, asking me to collect the ashes according to the place where the golden urn was broken as Aunt Wang said.

"Go and come back quickly, and ignore whatever you see or hear along the way." After carefully admonishing me a few times, my grandmother asked me to collect the ashes alone.

The gloomy sky was about to rain and rain not to mention, but let me collect the ashes, I held the white porcelain jar handed to me by my grandmother, and shook non-stop.

But I didn't dare to disobey my grandmother's wishes since I was a child, and then I looked at Aunt Wang at the moment, and my grandmother still had to look at Aunt Wang's house, so I could only rush out of Aunt Wang's house and rush towards the place where the golden urn that Aunt Wang talked about was broken.

Go and go back quickly, ignore what you see and hear, as long as you listen to your grandmother, there is nothing to do, I comfort myself in my heart while running.

On the way, when people from the same village greeted me, I ignored them and ran forward, trying to collect the ashes scattered from the broken golden urn before the rainstorm came.

At the age of eight, I had short arms and legs, and it took me the strength to breastfeed before I finally arrived at the place that Aunt Wang was talking about. Sure enough, there was a broken golden urn that no one had cleaned up and was still there, and the ashes inside were scattered everywhere.

Squatting down and holding the ashes into the white porcelain jar that my grandmother gave me, I had to collect all the ashes I could before the raindrops fell.

By this time, the clouds were already thick, and it would be pouring rain at any time, and I had no time to wipe the sweat drops from my forehead, so I finally collected all the ashes I could collect into the white porcelain jar that my grandmother gave me before the first drop of rain fell.

Completing the task given to me by my grandmother made me breathe a sigh of relief.

But at this time, I noticed that there were golden urns densely placed not far away, this place was empty at the moment because of the distance from the village and the heavy rain, my heart was shrunk again, holding the white porcelain jar and running in the direction of Aunt Wang's house.

Lightning, thunder, and torrential rain could not withstand the panic in my heart. Witnessing the strange situation of Aunt Wang's house, I can always feel that there are countless pairs of cold eyes staring at me at this moment.

After sliding countless times, I got up and continued to face forward with the white porcelain jar in my arms, wanting to return to my grandmother early, only then could I feel at ease.

The cold feeling behind me has never disappeared, I ran desperately, but it was only ten minutes away, and I ran for half an hour and failed to reach Aunt Wang's house.

I'm lost? Living in this small mountain village for a long time, I am confident that I will not make a mistake if I close my eyes here, so what is going on?

Ghost hitting the wall? Words like these pop up in my head.

My grandmother used to tell me some myths and ghost stories before I went to bed, and also told me how to deal with them if I encountered them, and at this time, those things that I listened to as stories actually happened to me.

It was getting darker and darker, and the rain was pouring down, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't see the road ahead.

Fear made me forget to cry, and I sat on the ground with my legs weak, holding the white porcelain jar in my arms tightly and shaking my body.

A more gloomy feeling came from behind, far from the feeling of a summer rainstorm on the body.

Ignoring what I saw and heard, I scrupulously obeyed my grandmother's advice and huddled together.

There was a giggling baby laugh coming from behind me, and I heard the creepy hair stand on end, and my heart was in my throat, and I couldn't breathe.

I don't look back, I don't listen, I don't know what I can do now.

The road in front of me was blurry and I couldn't see clearly, the pouring rain poured me like a chicken in soup, the sky was dark, the strange laughter of the giggling baby filled my ears, and I trembled violently at a tormented young age.

Grandma said that you should calm down and don't panic in case of trouble. I tried not to shake so much, trying to think about what my grandmother told me about how to crack the ghost hitting the wall?