I was no longer in the mood to continue listening, my heart was beating so hard that I was never scared on the way home after listening to a book at midnight, even though I was so young.

But late that night, I did feel a deep fear that someone would take me home, but none of the four or five people who listened to the book had a home in the same direction as mine. I had no choice but to go home alone.

As soon as I stepped out of the adobe house, the snow had stopped, and on a cold winter night, a waning moon hung in the lonely, cold sky. The snow was already thick outside, and it creaked when stepping on it.

A cold wind blew, I shivered, my mind suddenly became very clear, and suddenly thought: If Grandpa Wang really came to listen to the book just now, there should be footprints on the snow, but I took a closer look, and there were no footprints on the snow-white ground!

Our home is almost outside the village, but fortunately our village is not big, so I ran all the way home. I fell on the snow several times in the middle of the way, and I couldn't care about the pain anymore, so I got up and ran again, and I always felt like a dark shadow was following me.

The next day, I told my dad about what I had experienced in the bookstore last night, and he sounded a little absent-minded, and like those people, he thought I was just a dream.

It was only when he heard me say that there was a dark shadow following me that he became interested and said that he himself had a similar experience:

When he was fourteen or fifteen years old, his grandfather was in the medicinal herb business at the time, and he was considered a wealthy family in the village, so he bought him a bicycle. One summer afternoon, he rode his bicycle to play with his classmates in a neighboring village.

"On a June day, the child's face", the weather changed as soon as it was said, and it suddenly rained heavily that day, and it continued to rain until about ten o'clock at night. My dad didn't find it convenient to spend the night at his classmates, and since the two villages were so close to each other, he decided to ride home. The country roads are all dirt roads, and when it rains, it is even more muddy and difficult to walk, and what is worse is that there is a large cemetery on the way. My dad was not very bold, and he had to pass through the cemetery when he walked at night, and he was even more afraid of death.

At first, the car could still be ridden, but when it passed the cemetery, it became more and more difficult to ride, and it seemed as if someone was pulling it behind. The more scared you are, the less you dare to look back; The more you dare not look back, the more scared you are. My dad was so scared that he almost cried, and finally he couldn't kick anymore, so he gritted his teeth, endured the fear of being almost scared, and pushed away hard. It's a new bike, and I can't afford to throw it away! Why don't you throw it away and run home!

But the momentum behind him seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, and finally he couldn't push it anymore, and he couldn't stand the torment of that fear, so he cried out loud, and threw away his bicycle, and ran home while crying.

After listening to his grunt, my grandfather took three or four young offspring with him to look for the bicycle that had been thrown on the road.

After listening to this story, I asked my father curiously, "Is there a ghost dragging your bicycle from behind, so you can't push it?" Did Grandpa find the bike? ”

My dad laughed: "Silly boy, what the hell, that's the front and rear wheels of the bicycle stuffed with mud, so the more I pushed it heavier and heavier, I was too scared, so I didn't even think of this, I thought about ghosts, demons, what ghosts in the world, it's all ideological reasons."

I remember that at that time, I thought my father's words were very reasonable, but later on, many strange things showed that the world may not be as simple as my father said.

Two or three days after my terrible night's experience in the bookstore, an extremely sensational incident occurred in our village: the death of Grandpa Wang, of course, was not "sensational", but "sensational" was that his body was actually gnawed by the dog he raised!

I still remember seeing Grandpa Wang's bloody corpse a few times in the crowd, and strangely, the clothes on the corpse were gorgeous and bright silk shrouds, and stained with blood.

In the past, shrouds were the most important clothes for the elderly, and they usually preferred to save money and wear decent clothes after death.

Later, I heard from the adults, and I learned about the general situation of Grandpa Wang's death: the shroud was worn by Grandpa Wang himself before he died, and he may have a premonition of his death. But he must have forgotten that before he died, there was one more important thing to do to let go of the wolfdog on the leash at the head of the bed.

As soon as the master died, no one fed it, and it could not break free from the rope that tied it, and after a long time, it was hungry, so the beast became furious, so it could only eat the corpse of the master.

Grandpa Wang loves dogs, especially wolf dogs, but he didn't expect this kind of fate. However, later the memories and comments of some old people in the village cast a more mysterious shadow over the incident.

According to some old people, Grandpa Wang's "tragic death" was purely karma. This has to start with Grandpa Wang when he was a child.

Grandpa Wang's family used to be the landlord in the village, and not only had the most and best land in the village. There is also a large apple orchard. When the orchard is full of fruits, it also attracts many apple stealers, including adults and children. So the Wang family thought of a lot of ways to prevent apples from being stolen.

They hired some people to look after the garden, but it didn't work very well, and the labor cost was relatively high. Later, Grandpa Wang's father, Wang Caizhu, thought of a good way: raise a wolf dog.

This wolf-dog, which the rich man had brought from the city, was like a calf. And the temperament is very fierce, there is one of the wolf dogs, and also bit a sheep to death, and ate most of the sheep, the people in the village say, what kind of wolf dog is this, it is simply a "wolf".

These wolfdogs are tied up during the day and untied at night. Anyone who has ever owned a dog knows that the more the dog is leashed, the more ferocious it is, the more wild it is, and the more aggressive it is.

In the house of the rich man, there was a tenant surnamed Gao. Because of the poverty of the family, the high-ranking tenants did not marry their daughters-in-law until they were in their thirties, and only gave birth to a son when they were forty years old. When the son was seven or eight years old, the wife of a high-ranking tenant fell ill with a fever and died, so only father and son were left to rely on each other.

Although the family is poor, the high tenant still tries his best to prevent his son from suffering and working. also let him go to a private school in the village.

The only son of a high tenant household, with the connivance of his father, was also more naughty, stealing melons and picking dates, stealing chickens and touching dogs all day long. Most people think that this child is still young, and no one cares about him.

One day, when the high tenant arrived in the evening, he didn't see his son come back, and at first he thought he was going to someone's house to play, but he didn't particularly care. So he left the rice for his son in the pot and ate it himself. Because I was too tired from working during the day, after eating, I fell asleep on the kang with my head down.

I don't know how long I slept, but when he woke up with urine, he found that his son hadn't come back yet! No one touched the rice left in the pot. He was a little panicked, so he went to the house of his son's playmate, and after all the families went, the result was the same: he had never been there at all.

Now the high-ranking tenant really panicked, and shouted his son's name in the village like a frenzy. He is usually popular in the village, and many people do not sleep to accompany the high tenants to look for him.

Every pond and well near the village have been searched, but there is still none!

Until dawn, every corner of the village and the vicinity was searched, but the son of the Gao family was still nowhere to be seen. There was only one place where people did not search the apple orchard of the rich man.

As soon as he heard that everyone was going into the apple orchard to find the missing son of the Gao family, without saying a word, he opened all the exits of the apple orchard and let everyone in.

They searched and searched, and at last in the innermost part of the apple orchard, under the high walls, they saw the most horrific scene: a stout wolfdog, resting on the ground, with its tongue on its blood-stained mouth, and next to it was the corpse of a child that had almost become a skeleton.