My name is Zha Sui Ran, female, 22 years old, and I am a junior in the Department of Financial Management of Liufeng College in FZ City.

I'm from Yu Mingyin.

It is called a yin person. It is a person who survives after being stillborn.

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

For as long as I can remember, I have only been accompanied by my grandmother in my doubts, and I have no 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 there is grandma, it is enough, and it is enough for me to highlight others. Of little consequence. Fight to the death.

To be honest, I don't believe that I am a stillborn baby in a stillborn womb, I don't believe that I am a person from the Yin Yuan, and I don't believe that there are ghosts and gods in this world to continue their lives.

It wasn't until I was eight years old that I witnessed a few strange events that I finally began to believe that my grandmother was right, and since then I have been suspicious of earth-shaking changes.

When I was eight years old, we built a summer in the semi-isolated mountain village of Purple Mountain. Construction of mountain roads began.

In the afternoon of the same day, 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.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that my grandmother had woken up and was about to get out of bed and open the door.

When Aunt Wang saw her grandmother, she was like a drowning person encountering driftwood. Plop Yu Sheng knelt down for grandma, Yu put snot in the soup kowtow and begged grandma to look at her home, saying that she was in charge of the road at noon and began to talk nonsense, as if she was stained with dirty things.

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 of always putting 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 just before I can sort out my thoughts, I was dragged to Aunt Wang's house by my grandmother.

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

Grandma let go of me and took my hand and told me to follow her. 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, 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 the grandmother, me and Aunt Wang who entered the door, and his mouth let out a snoring and panting sound.

Uncle Wang's appearance really scared me enough, I clung to the corner of my grandmother's clothes and hid behind my grandmother.

"Child, if you die, you should abide by the rules of yin and yang, why do you come to pick up the living?" Grandma was not afraid at all, but pulled the bench and sat down. The voice was 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 Yu pouted and pouted his fingers in his mouth, and the 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 can grandma see that it is Yu Jiao's child who is entangled with Aunt Wang's family? Seeing it in front of me made me look puzzled and incredulous.

Yu Zhi knew that the people in the village would discuss the time with his 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's head at this time suddenly excited again, and she jumped around anxiously in the place where the sun did not shine in the hall, and there was a tendency to rush towards Aunt Wang at any time, acting like a two- or three-year-old child who was angered.

Getting up from the old 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 grandma was leaving, Aunt Wang was immediately flustered, so she pulled her grandmother to tell her the truth to her grandmother.

It turned out that the mountain road was built in Zishan Suishan Village, and a few days ago it was dug up in some Jiao Jin urns, and those Jiao Jin urns were collected in blocks to prepare for burial in the future, but it was Aunt Wang's unyearly heart that broke Yu Jiao's golden urn and scattered the ashes everywhere inside, not to mention, but also carried people behind his back to quietly hide the Yu Xiang Tao Xiangqiu exposed in the ashes of the golden urn and bring it home.

Aunt Wang saw the antique objects brought back by her man, and the two friends were overjoyed, only feeling that they had a great bargain, but this afternoon, Aunt Wang's head of the house began to change as if she had changed her appearance, obviously haunted by ghosts.

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

The urn coffin is buried in most of the funerals used for the dead baby in our south, because the child is too old, the Ding ceremony has not been performed, and it cannot be buried in the public cemetery of the Chengjian people of the clan, so the ashes after cremation can only be put into the urn and buried in the wilderness, therefore, out of pity for the idea that ordinary people will not go to the golden urn.

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 was surprised. 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 saw Yu Ci 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 her ancestors.

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

Grandma looked at the pair of Tao Xiangqiu again and again, 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 the ashes for Convex in the afternoon and reset them in the golden urn to bury Convex and let them move in, and asked the ghost to leave Aunt Wang's body after the matter was done, and not to pick up people again.

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

At this time, it is also strange to say that the sky that was shining brightly suddenly thundered, and the sky darkened, and the rainstorm came immediately.

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

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

"Go and go back quickly, and ignore whatever you see or hear on the road." After carefully admonishing me several times, my grandmother asked me to collect the ashes alone.

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

But from age to adulthood, I didn't dare to disobey my grandmother's wishes, and then I looked at Aunt Wang at the moment, and I couldn't rely on it, 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 said was broken.

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

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

At the age of eight, I had short arms and legs, and I finally arrived at the place where Aunt Wang was talking. Sure enough, there was still a broken golden urn there that no one had cleaned up, 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 rain fell.

Completing the task given to me by my grandmother made me feel relieved.

But it was at this time that I noticed that not far away there was a dense golden urn in Jiaojiao, which was empty at the moment because it was far away from the village and the heavy rain, and my heart was shrinking 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 disappeared, and I ran desperately, but I was only a dozen minutes away, and I couldn't reach Aunt Wang's house for half an hour.

I'm lost? In this year-old mountain village, I am confident that I will not make a mistake if I close my eyes on the road here, so what's 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.

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 on my ass, holding the white porcelain jar in my arms tightly.

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 followed my grandmother's advice and hugged into a group.

There was a giggling baby laughing 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 weird laughter of the giggling baby filled my ears, and I trembled violently from the tortured years of Jianji.

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? R832