The room was dimly lit, cold, and smoky, and I saw the middle-aged man squatting on the ground boiling medicine. The blood on his face had been scrubbed clean, probably from the pain, his body shook from time to time, and he let out a low moan, which looked very pitiful.

"Uncle."

I called out for him to notice us, stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and continued to boil the medicine.

I sighed and pulled out a few hundred dollars and handed it to him.

"Let's go to the health center and check it out."

The man pushed my hand away and said coldly, "I'm sorry, I don't know you, I can't ask for your money." ”

I was stunned for a moment, and asked Xiang Feng bluntly: "You know the truth about the evil in the village, right?" ”

The man glanced at Xiang Feng, as if he was overwhelmed by his aura and did not dare to look directly, his eyes moved away in a panic, but then he regained his calm.

"Let's go, go as far as possible, don't get involved, let alone care about me, just let them beat, kill me and I'll be free..."

"Relief?" I snorted and stood up, "Did you know that one of our companions was introduced into the pond by something unknown last night and almost drowned!" You're free, what about those who have been killed by evil spirits?! ”

"I'm useless! I'm useless! The man suddenly burst into tears, holding his head with both hands, "I can't do anything but watch them die, and I can't do anything..."

"Alas..."My heart softened suddenly, "sue us, what is here, we will deal with it." ”

"Nope." The man shook his head desperately, "You can't deal with it, go, go..."

"We are here for evil things." Xiang Feng said, "There is also someone who wants to ask you if you know her, her name is Yang Chunmei." ”

The man suddenly shook like an electric shock, and looked at Xiang Feng strangely, "You, you..."

"You know her." Xiang Feng said coldly, "Yang Chunmei moved here in the late Cultural Revolution, and we suspect that she knows a family mantra for cultivating evil spirits..."

The man let out a frenzied roar, as if he wanted to pounce and tear the wind away. Xiang Feng stood there coldly, not moving. The man trembled, and after a moment regained his composure. He waved at us and walked towards the back room.

When he came to the back room, the man pointed to an old lady in the picture frame on the table, and said weakly: "She is Yang Chunmei, my mother..."

I thought to myself, we really didn't expect it wrong, this person is Yang Chunmei's son, according to the family generation, Xiaoqing wants to call him Uncle Cousin.

We told him what we meant, and I said to the man, "We don't suspect you or your mother, it may be someone else in the family who harms Xiaoqing's father." We just want to know why your family fell apart back then, and where the others moved..."

The man shuddered and took out a cigarette and lit it, took a few puffs, and then fell into deep thought, and began to say to himself, "That was many years ago, and I have nightmares when I think about it now..."

"My father settled in our county upside down, and our family is the largest family in the area. The oldest person in the family was my third grandfather (Xiaoqing's great-grandfather), and before liberation, the third grandfather was a local feng shui master, and some other people in the family, like my father, were also engaged in this industry.

"But my father's skills are not very high, and he helped others choose the wrong cemetery several times, and caused the destruction of people's families, and suffered retribution, and several children born to my mother died in infancy, and I didn't have me until I was in my forties. It was after liberation, and when I was a child, I was bullied by my peers every day when I went to school, and they all called me the son of a cow, a ghost, a snake, and a god.

"Later, during the Cultural Revolution, people in my family went to copy almost every day, and my father was dragged to criticize and write a letter of repentance. The third grandfather, because he was the oldest and the housekeeper of the family, was locked up in the warehouse (the old mansion bought by Boss Wang). It was closed and released, and after it was released, it was criticized and paraded in the streets, and then it was closed again, and it was tossed until 1974, when the third grandfather was sent home, his whole body was full of pus, and both legs had been broken......

Everyone was crying and looking at him. However, the third grandfather was lying on the bed and smirking. When I was standing next to him, I thought his smile was very strange, and my smile made my heart straight. Suddenly, I saw the third grandfather's mouth moving, as if he was saying something. When I got over, I heard him say, "All of them have to die, none of them can escape, they all have to die, none of them can escape..."

The man continued: "The third grandfather was a little delirious at the time, and I was frightened by the way he looked and what he said. At this moment, I suddenly saw my third grandfather with something like gossip tied to the waistband of his pants. Probably because he was well hidden, he was previously covered by clothes, so the militiamen who sent him back did not show up. That night, I had a nightmare in which my third grandfather turned into a monster and bit everyone in the family to death.

After a few days of recuperation, the third grandfather regained his senses, sat on the bed every day, looked out the window without saying a word, and showed a cruel expression on his face from time to time. At noon that day, the third grandfather summoned the elders of the family to the house, including my father, my uncle, and one of my cousins (Xiaoqing's grandfather), who was my third grandfather's biological son.

"We juniors were kicked outside, and I was curious, so I sneaked to the back of the house and leaned on the window to look inside. I saw my third grandfather take out an object, which was the same wooden gossip I saw tied to the waistband of his pants that day. There are words engraved on the gossip, but it's too far away for me to see clearly.

The third grandfather pointed to the gossip and said to everyone that he had found it in the warehouse where he was locked up. I don't know where those militias came from, and they threw it in as the 'four olds'... I only heard the third grandfather say that he wanted revenge or something, and when I wanted to continue listening, my father saw me and glared at me, so I didn't dare to listen.

"The next day, my cousin did not know where to find a stone pillar, and every day he locked himself in the house and carved something on it. In short, in those few days, the elders of our family all seemed mysterious and secretive. I was curious and asked my father, who scolded me and told me not to ask. One day, my cousin came out of the house and said that the thing was carved and that he could move tonight.

"From that night onwards, for several nights in a row, my father and the elders went out in the middle of the night with shovels on their shoulders, and they didn't know what to do. It lasted about ten days, and my father said to himself one day, "Don't think about the end of these dogs." My father and the others haven't been out since that night.

"After another seven or eight days, news reached our county seat, saying that the warehouse where my third grandfather was locked up, the militia guarding the warehouse was missing, and at the same time, an ancient clock that was thrown into the warehouse as the four old ones was missing. After searching for a long time but not finding it, he thought that the militia had stolen the ancient bell and hid it. Later, the militiaman's family was pulled out and criticized, and it was over.

"After about a month, the people who had criticized my third grandfather and the elders of our family began to die one by one. One death is a family, some fell into the river and drowned, and some committed suicide by throwing themselves into a well. In less than two months, he died cleanly. When the news reached the county seat, the people of our family did not say anything on the surface, but everyone seemed to be excited. I thought at the time that the disappearance of the militia and the death of the people who followed it must have something to do with my father's frequent outings some time ago.

"One day after that, I don't know if it was because I was too excited or for some other reason, my third grandfather began to become confused, and every day he lay in bed and shouted from time to time, retribution, let you hurt others, retribution, let you hurt others... The elders in the family were terrified, for fear of being known by outsiders.

That night, the elders gathered in the courtyard and whispered something about something. Suddenly, my cousin cried out, he is my father and your uncle, how can you do this! An elder shouted in a low voice, crying what are you crying, he won't live long, do you want the whole clan to be killed by him?!

Then my cousin was lifted up by a few men and carried into the house. I hid behind a tree, and when I peeked in, I saw the elder asking everyone, "Who is going to do it?" Those people, you look at me, I look at you. Finally, my uncle gritted his teeth and said, I'll go!

Then he walked towards the house where my third grandfather lived, and after a while, my uncle staggered out, and as soon as he came out, he fell to the ground, and his pants were wet.

"After that, the women of the family and us juniors were called over, and the elder told us that my third grandfather had died. They put my third grandfather in a coffin prepared in advance, lifted it up and walked out of the city. At that time, the Cultural Revolution was not over, let alone funerals, people from Black Five families like us died, and it was thankful that there was a coffin to bury them, and no one would investigate the cause of death.

In this way, my third grandfather was carried to a dirt slope outside the city, dug the grave, and was about to be buried in a coffin. Suddenly there was a 'creaking' sound from the coffin, which came out of the nails scratching the wooden board, and then, everyone heard my third grandfather's voice coming from inside, 'Let me out, I'm so bored...'. The timid one cried in fright, and my uncle fainted with a strange scream.

The elder gritted his teeth and said, fall into the coffin and bury it! … That's it, my third grandfather was buried alive, buried alive! ”

I was already stunned when I heard this, and I felt a cool breath rise from the soles of my feet, and I couldn't help but shiver. What a terrible tragedy it is for the elders of a family to be buried alive. This is not only a family tragedy, but also a tragedy of the times. Even Xiang Feng, who has always been calm and calm, has a little discoloration on his face, and his body trembles slightly.

It seems that the mansion in the old mansion that Boss Wang bought is the militia who disappeared back then. He was buried in the ground by the ancestors of the Xiaoqing family, and turned into a cursed evil creature to take revenge on those wicked people in the Cultural Revolution...

The middle-aged man closed his eyes in agony, and muddy tears flowed down his emaciated cheeks.

When he calmed down, I asked, "What about after that?" ”

"After that," said the middle-aged man, "my uncle was frightened crazy, because he strangled my third grandfather to death with his own hands, and unexpectedly, my third grandfather came back to life in the coffin." The elders were afraid that my uncle would be crazy and leak the news, and wanted to get rid of my uncle in the same way. My mother desperately saved my uncle and secretly sent him into the Taihang Mountains.

"However, the matter did not end, and since then, there has been no peace in our family, mutual suspicion, suspicion, and often nightmares, either dreaming of my third grandfather screaming in the grave, or dreaming that he crawled out to ask for our life.

"My cousin (Xiaoqing's grandfather) hates everyone even more, because it was my uncle who killed and buried his biological father with his own hands. There is no longer the harmony in the family that used to support each other, except for hatred, there is only fear. Everyone, either worried about being retaliated against by my cousin, or worried that they would be buried alive like my third grandfather.

"Since all the people who criticized our family died, no one dared to trouble us. Even the residents of the county hid far away when they saw us, for fear that if they said anything to us, they would be tainted with some unknown bad luck.

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