After a short time, Grandpa Zhang told what happened to Wang Yifeng, including his encounter with the yellow-haired mouse, which was exactly what shocked Wang Yifeng. It was only then that Wang Yifeng knew that the yellow-haired rat turned out to be the yellow skin in people's mouths.

But just as he was talking about the nightmare, something unexpected happened.

"Hey, what is this......"

Grandpa Zhang has been meditating with his eyes closed, listening and talking, but his originally stretched brows have slowly wrinkled, and after a while, it has already wrinkled into a 'Chuan' character, but he is still frowning.

And the five little paper figures also screamed faster and faster, and the more chaotic they became, and in the end they suddenly spontaneously combusted. The flames rose high, and the light of the fire was blue.

"The third child, the spirit is scattered, hurry up and finish the work!" Grandpa exclaimed urgently when he saw this.

With the spontaneous combustion of the paper figure, Grandpa Zhang's face became more and more ugly, and his expression became extremely painful.

Suddenly, the fingers that Grandpa Zhang had been holding tightly in his hand seemed to have received an irresistible force, but Grandpa Zhang didn't know why, but he was fighting with it and didn't want to let go of the trick.

I don't know where that strength comes from, it's very strong, and it can't tolerate the slightest disobedience. Under the strength of the two, Grandpa Zhang's hand pinching the fingers had changed color and lost all his blood, but he still didn't let go.

Under the extreme trembling, the bones crackled, the hand bones suddenly reversed and deformed, the fingers spread out, and a scream of pain followed, and Grandpa Zhang spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The blood turned into a blood mist and spread out, and before it could all fall, Grandpa Zhang's whole person actually fell down in an instant.

Seeing this, Grandpa hurriedly stretched out his hand to help, only to hear Grandpa Zhang gasping for breath, and said intermittently: "This ...... What is this...... What the hell...... Yes...... Demon...... It's a demon......"

Between the words, Grandpa Zhang gasped more and more, as if he was about to pass in the next breath. Grandpa hurriedly patted him on the back to calm him.

In this way, it was not until half an hour later that Grandpa Zhang relieved his breath. He slowly raised his head, and when he looked at Wang Yifeng again, it was already difficult to understand.

"This kid is not human," he said, and another mouthful ......of blood spurted out.

"Don't say it!" Seeing this, Grandpa hurriedly covered Grandpa Zhang's mouth with his hand and stopped letting him speak.

Grandpa Zhang forcibly broke Grandpa's hand, and continued: "To say it or not, I only have one day left."

Alas, it's just a pity that the spirit that has been with me for so many years has never thought about it, but it was with me that I suffered the curse. ”

At this time, Grandpa Zhang somehow didn't speak clearly, and even his voice was hoarse and difficult, and he no longer had his previous momentum.

Grandpa Zhang didn't realize it, staggered up, took out a pen and paper, and hesitated to draw and write. Wang Yifeng didn't know what he was writing, he only saw Grandpa Zhang writing and writing, and the paper suddenly burned up, and the flames went straight to the old high.

This sudden scene made Wang Yifeng and the two grandfathers stunned for a while.

"Don't let me say it, and don't let me write it, alas......" Grandpa Zhang collapsed on the kang a little baldly.

"Alas, there are some sharp edges that cannot appear in the world. Once in this world, it will be rejected by heaven and earth, and it will be punished by heaven. Don't you understand it!" Grandpa shook his head with pity on his face, as if to persuade, but also as if talking to himself.

Grandpa Zhang shook his head very lonely when he heard this. After a while, he looked at his grandfather with a strong spirit, and said with great difficulty: "Don't forget what you promised me, you go back and bring the book." ”

"I don't need to go back, I've got it with me. Grandpa choked up a little between his words. As he spoke, the detective took out a rectangular thing wrapped in cloth from his bosom.

Grandpa Zhang was overjoyed when he saw this, and used his deformed and trembling hands to open the layers that were wrapped outside.

In his eyes, Wang Yifeng saw that it was a book, and on the oily yellow, thin paper like cicada wings, there were calligraphy words written vertically. It turned out to be an ancient book.

"Okay!Okay!Okay!Fourth, will you come and pick it up tomorrow morning?" Grandpa Zhang said three good words in a row, and then looked at Grandpa's eyes full of hope.

"Alas, I didn't think it would hurt you. After Grandpa finished speaking, he didn't say anything more, and turned around and left with Wang Yifeng.

"If you get the way, you can die at night. ”

Just as the two of them reached the door, the words came from the room again, but the voice was already unusually harsh and hoarse.

At the beginning of Wang Yifeng's arrival, the old man said this, and when he left, he still said this......

Early the next morning, Wang Yifeng, under the leadership of his grandfather, came to Grandpa Zhang's house again.

The thatched house is still the thatched house, but I can no longer see the five spirits attached to the paper figures, and the strange Grandpa Zhang.

Grandpa Zhang held an ancient book in his left hand, a bloody dagger in his right hand, and a half-lit dry tobacco in his mouth, lying peacefully on the kang.

On his side, there was also a new set of clothes, but the kang was already cold, and the old man was already cold.

Grandpa didn't say anything, just let out a long sigh, reached out and took the half of the dry cigarette in Grandpa Zhang's mouth, and Grandpa, who never smoked, relit it.

The dry smoke emitted bright light and fireworks, and a Northeast man in his fifties and more than 1.8 meters lost his voice and cried bitterly.

After coughing and tears, the dry smoke will also burn to the end, just like most people in this world, will eventually turn into a wisp of ashes between heaven and earth. Perhaps, this is the best place for them.

Grandpa silently changed Grandpa Zhang's new clothes, but when he took off his old clothes, Wang Yifeng and Grandpa were shocked.

There are eight big characters on Grandpa Zhang's chest, and those eight characters are carved with a knife, and the oozing blood has long coagulated, and the eight characters have become blood characters.

Wang Yifeng knew all those eight words, but he didn't dare to confirm them, because each word was missing: ten years of tribulation, not in the world.

......

"Grandpa, why is there a single stroke missing from Grandpa Zhang's writing?" the young Wang Yifeng said the question in his heart.

"Alas, do you know the origin of the fake characters in the ancient books?"

Grandpa asked, but without waiting for Wang Yifeng to answer, Grandpa said to himself: "The heavenly machine must not be revealed, and everything involving the heavenly machine must be stopped immediately." Because when the edge appears, it will not be tolerated by heaven and earth, and it can no longer exist in the world. This is the damnation of God.

Children, everything in this world is far from being as simple as what the eyes see, everything is only done with intentions, as you like, and worthy of your heart. "Grandpa was smoking a dry cigarette alone, looking at the sunset, with indescribable depth and desolation in his eyes.

Wang Yifeng saw all this in his heart and listened to it in his heart. Perhaps, the hero's end is nothing more than that.

Wang Yifeng accompanied his grandfather quietly, looking at the clouds that changed shapes from time to time on the horizon, and looking at the sunset that slowly slipped away, until the afterglow was gone, and the world was dark again......

Recalling the hardships and tribulations he experienced in those ten years, Wang Yifeng couldn't tell what it was like in his heart. After all, he was only eighteen years old at this time, and he was only a student in junior high school for four years.