It is definitely not enough to just let the young man sleep, and once the effect of the medicine has passed, he must be pumped until he dies.

To cure the disease, the root cause must be cured, and the key to the problem lies in the widow's dead ghost man. So my dad decided to negotiate with the cuckold.

My dad went to the widow's house with two bottles of liquor bought from the town, just in time for the widow to burn paper for her dead ghost man, and said while burning: "Lao Yan, you can go with peace of mind, you can't satisfy me before you die, and it will be even more impossible after death, do you think it's okay to use a few cucumbers every day while I'm asleep?" Don't play, you're running out of cucumbers in the vegetable patch. ”

This remark made the old man who had just entered the door almost bite his tongue when he heard it. My father stepped forward and helped the widow up and said, "Auntie, you go out first, and I'll talk to 'him'." The widow looked at my father with a wry, shook her head, sighed, and went out of the room and closed the door.

My dad put the liquor in his hand on the table, sat down at the table, and popped up a folded haode rune paper with his hand behind his back to the door. When night finally fell, my dad said to the "air" in the corner: Uncle Yan, don't hide, I can see you. Let's have a drink or two first!

Uncle Yan in my father's mouth appeared from the corner of the wall, stared at my father with a black face and said, "You kid still has a little conscience, you didn't come up to do something to Uncle Yan, and I didn't lose my love for you." Say whatever you want! ”

What this old ghost Yan said is also the truth, my dad was often carried around by him before he was five or six years old, and he would give my dad a little bit of anything delicious and strange.

My old man said that if it weren't for this sentiment, based on what he did, he would have died a long time ago.

The old man opened the liquor on the table and poured it into the two cups that had been prepared in advance. He looked up and said to Uncle Yan, "Let's have a drink first!" Then he poured one of the glasses of wine on the ground.

Old Ghost Yan floated to the table without saying a word, his nose inhaled sharply into the air, and a white gas invisible to ordinary people was sucked into his nose. My dad also picked up a wine glass and toasted one. I didn't see it with my own eyes, anyway, it was like making a movie from my dad's mouth, and it was still very mysterious.

My dad said it was his first time drinking, and he was only 16 years old. The key is to drink with a ghost. The rest of the story is simpler.

After three glasses of wine, the reminiscence ends here. My dad took the copper coin sword out of his belt and put it on the table, his face changed, and he said, "Uncle Yan, you can choose one of the two paths!" ”

His Uncle Yan slammed back against the wall and jumped on the beam, hanging there with his head down, his body instantly began to become illusory, and the wind blew in the closed room, which was the legendary Yin Wind. I only heard the voice of the old ghost Yan floating faintly: "I'll choose the third one." ”

My dad knew there was nothing to talk about when he saw the battle, but he still walked through the motions according to the rules. My dad held the money sword in his right hand and stood up, his left hand wanted to open the table in front of him, he was too young and had little strength, the table in front of him seemed to be a little heavier, and he didn't move much for a long time. My dad sighed and bypassed the table, raised his right hand in an uproar, pointed at the old ghost Yan, and shouted: "Old guy, don't give you face, you don't have a face, I was only eight years old that year, and I shit in your rape field, and you got out of the rape stalk to scare me, causing Lao Tzu to sit down, full of shit, and ran home without even daring to wear pants." Before I got home, my butt was washed and my father beat me up. If you have to get along with us today, I'll settle the old accounts with you and the new ones. (The latter paragraph is what my grandfather said, such a shameful thing, my father can't say it.) ）

After listening to my father, Old Ghost Yan showed a sinister smile on his illusory face, and he looked even more vicious. I only heard him say quietly: "Little rabbit, your father wants to call me big brother when he sees me, you dare to call me Lao Tzu?" You'd better leave Lao Tzu's affairs alone, don't think that after learning a few tricks from that fake Taoist priest of a wild donkey or a wild dog, the three-legged cat kung fu will stand out for others. I don't care which of the two roads you give Lao Tzu, if you don't go, hum, then I'll choose the third way, kill you little Weizi, and let your father send the white-haired man to the black-haired man, do you believe it? (I don't believe it anyway)

The temperature in September was still the same high, and the night began to cool down, and the heat kept coming out of the ground, which should have been very hot. But the father in the room felt like he was in an ice cellar, freezing terrifyingly, the fog in the house was getting thicker and thicker, and he slowly couldn't see the hideous face of the old ghost Yan, and his hands and feet gradually began to lose consciousness. So he decisively withdrew his right hand, put the ten fingers of his left hand between the teeth in his mouth, and bit it in pain, and without waiting for the blood to gush out of his fingertips, he swiped it horizontally on the money sword in his right hand.

The blade of the copper coin sword flashed with a faint light, and flew from my father's hand to his chest, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Old Ghost Yan. The father who left his right hand free, put his hands together in front of his chest and made a seal, and the back of the two fingers of his hands were instantly attached to his eyes, and then moved to his temples with his eyes, and shouted in his mouth: "Yin and Yang are different paths, and there is no way back for demons, collect them!" ”

The copper coin sword on his chest flew towards Yan Lao Ghost with a "bang" as if it had been ordered. Old Ghost Yan's eyes opened suddenly, and before my dad could come back to his senses, he had already teleported to another corner of the room. Old Ghost Yan stretched out his left hand and pointed to the table next to my father, and the wine bottles and glasses on the table were all shattered, and those broken glass pieces left the table and hung in the air out of thin air, ready to go. It's clear that the old ghost is manipulating the pieces of glass. It swung its hand at my dad, and the piece of glass obediently shot at my dad. It's no different from a disarmed bullet.

It was too late, but it was too fast, and my dad pounced sideways with no reaction time at all. At this time, the copper coin sword had already chased after Old Ghost Yan. Old Ghost Yan scolded: "You fuck you!" ”

At this time, the old ghost Yan couldn't take care of my dad at all, and the copper coin sword that he had been used once was like having spirituality, no matter how fast the old ghost flew, he chased after it. As soon as my dad was free, his hands were sealed again, and he shouted: "The demons have no hide, and the demons are in groups." The copper coin sword body shook suddenly, the speed doubled, and when it was less than half a meter away from Yan Lao Ghost, it suddenly turned into a golden net, and it caught Yan Lao Ghost with a "bang", tightening it tighter and tighter. No matter how Old Ghost Yan struggled, he couldn't break free. Its ethereal spirit was still smoking.

My dad's sweat seemed to be holding back in his body for a long time, and in just a dozen seconds, his clothes were wet, and even his underwear was wet. This occult technique is too physically demanding, if it weren't for the usual body refining strong, it might not be able to last for more than ten seconds.

The old ghost Yan in the ground net was still struggling desperately, scolding in his mouth. My dad didn't hear it, squatted next to it and said lightly: "Uncle Yan, ask you again, let me take you where you should go with peace of mind?" Then his tone suddenly turned cold: "Or do I let you never be reborn?" ”

Old Ghost Yan obediently closed his mouth and looked at my dad resentfully. At this time, the pretty widow pushed open the door, walked in slowly, knelt down beside Old Ghost Yan, and said lightly: "Old Yan, what else can't you figure out?" Can you really guard me, play with cucumbers for the rest of your life, and don't even vote for a fetus? ”

In addition to being a little more powerful, my dad is actually a little kid. He was inexplicable at what he said. Anyway, Old Ghost Yan was caught in the net and couldn't escape. After thinking about it, it is better to give them some time. So he walked out of the room.

My dad said that the first thing he did when he walked out of the room was to have a poop and hold it for a long time. He knew that his words alone would not be able to convince Old Ghost Yan. But the widow is different, Old Ghost Yan really loves her, otherwise it would be impossible to wait by her side for such a long time, and the resentment is still so deep. If it weren't for his slight success in "Fu Demon Trick", he wouldn't have been able to clean up Old Ghost Yan at all.

After more than half an hour, my dad heard no movement in the room. So he entered the room, and the widow lay on her side on the ground, and the old ghost Yan next to her didn't say a word, and put her head on her knees, as if she was still sobbing.

My father thought to himself, it was bad, and hurriedly went over to the widow to see that a knife in her right hand had been inserted into his abdomen, and blood was flowing all over the ground. As soon as I touched my nose, I was already out of breath.

Old Ghost Yan raised his head, his sadness replaced the first hideousness, and his voice trembled a little and said, "Little nephew, let me go, it's time for me to leave." ”

At this time, the old ghost Yan no longer had the viciousness that began, and my dad pointed to the net on his body and drank it, and took it. The net opened with a "boom", and then closed and turned into the original copper coin sword and flew back into my father's hand.

Old Ghost Yan floated up, it was crying, but there would never be tears. It waved at my dad, forced a smile, and slowly disappeared in place. My dad sighed, touched the blood of the three bamboo buckets of black dog blood in the cloth bag, and muttered, "It's a pity for the little black dog of the third uncle's family!" ”

After tossing and turning all night, I came home to find that it was past 12 o'clock, and my dad said that he would never forget that day, which was September 8, 1976. After twelve o'clock, even if it is the ninth day of September.

After the widow died, and after her man died, she was also alone, but she had no relatives, but she had villagers to take care of her funeral, help her Zuihou groom and change her clothes. Many well-wishers came to keep vigil for her.

In the early morning, another bad news came, a great man in China has also left this shijie forever, but he lives in our hearts. Although he lives in his heart, the people of the whole country are immersed in a sea of sorrow and are in pain.

My dad said that the saddest thing in their village was my grandfather, who went to bed when he was tired of crying, and then cried when he woke up. I haven't eaten a bite for three days and three nights. After three days, I couldn't stand it, I ate when I needed to eat, I drank when I should drink, and then I went to work in the fields as if none of this had happened.

Seven days later, the villagers buried the widow. That night, my dad had the same dream with the whole village, and his uncle Yan and his family held hands and said goodbye to the people who paid all, with a smile on their faces.