readx;? When I heard the word "ghost", I shuddered, because my eldest brother had told me many horrific examples of ghost killing, which had been deeply rooted in my heart since childhood. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The original word about ghosts comes from Yu Ming's "Notes on Zhao Xuan", which is recorded in ancient books as follows: It originally referred to a ghost who was eaten by a tiger and became a servant of a tiger, with a despicable character, and often lured people into the tiger's den so that they were eaten by the tiger.

In modern times, the term "ghost" has been extended to include all evil spirits who act for the tiger and kill their own kind.

The deepest impression is that the eldest brother once said that when the Japanese invaded the south, many scum among the Chinese became traitors, looked up to the Japanese invaders, and killed their fellow villagers, and their cruel methods were even worse than those of the Japanese invaders.

Jinan is the first city taken by the Japanese invaders across the Yellow River, and there are not a few Han ghosts, some of whom have entered the Phoenix Mansion, Luoyuan Mansion, Lihua Mansion, Luren Mansion, Lin Xiang Mansion, Plum Blossom Mansion, Sakura Mansion, Lu'an Mansion and other spy agencies set up by the Japanese invaders in Jinan City because of their cruel methods and effective work, and led their minions to wantonly collect intelligence and sabotage anti-Japanese activities.

This kind of ghost is not only hateful, hateful, but also should be killed, even if they are broken into thousands of pieces, it will not solve the hatred in the hearts of the villagers and elders in Jinan.

The traitor is a well-known ghost in the figurative sense. The eldest brother said that in fact, the thaumaturgists in the Japanese invaders also used special means to completely brainwash some traitors, turning them into ghosts in the true sense, with no independent thoughts and no traumatic pain, as long as they heard the thaumaturgist's driving order, they instantly turned into ferocious beasts and launched an all-out attack on the target.

These events do not appear in the official historical materials, because they involve too many passages that ordinary people cannot understand, and are classified by historians into the category of "idealism, strange forces and chaos", and refuse to write down.

According to what the eldest brother said, the initial stage of the Japanese invasion of China was overwhelming and invincible, precisely because of the help of Japanese thaumaturgists and ghosts. Many famous anti-Japanese generals only had staff officers, generals, and scouts around them, but there were no thaumaturgists who could take charge on their own, so they could not defend themselves against the night attacks of Japanese invaders, resulting in a chaotic situation in which the main general of the army was assassinated and the whole army was defeated.

To this day, if you look at the history of the Kuomintang's War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, you can see that many battles have collapsed unbelievably. Victory and defeat are a common thing in soldiers, and the defeated generals could have cleaned up the remnants of the army and made a surprise plan to turn the tide of the war, but those famous generals who had experienced a hundred battles invariably chose to raise their guns and kill themselves, and hastily ended their lives.

I've always believed that there must be ghosts, and that Japanese thaumaturgists are far ahead of other countries in their drive for them.

"Don't move, don't move—" said the lady, pulling out a small round mirror from her pocket.

My eyebrows were so hot that I felt like I had been stung by a wasp, and the hornet's tail stinger was still on it, burrowing into the flesh.

"You take care of it yourself. "Aunt Guan handed me the small mirror.

When I lifted the mirror, I immediately saw that the center of my eyebrows was already swollen the size of a dollar coin, and in the center of the lump was a black cherry blossom.

Cherry blossoms are planted in many places in Jinan, but I have never seen such black flowers.

When I looked closely, it didn't look like it was painted or carved from the outside, but it grew out of the flesh, like a cherry blossom birthmark, and it was very three-dimensional.

"There must have been an enemy just now, this is the mark left by the ghost...... That's right, I've seen in books that everywhere ghosts go, there are always people who suffer unexpectedly. I didn't expect it to be your turn this time, and the old Xia family is the only one left in you...... Heaven wants to destroy your Xia family and cut off your roots, who can resist it?"

Maybe in her heart, she has already regarded me as a dead person who was marked by ghosts.

There must have been an enemy coming, and perhaps the stranger whose name was my name was one of the ghosts. I readily agreed, and fell into the trap.

"I'll go out and look for them!" I dropped the small mirror, pulled open the drawer, and pulled out the half-cut thorn in the cowhide sheath.

The ghost wants my life, and I can't let it get better.

"Stone, listen to me, forget it, forget it-this is fate, this is the fate of your Xia family, who can change their fate against the sky? Who can win against heaven? Forget it......" Aunt Guan sighed and stretched out her arms to stop me.

The pain in my eyebrows began to wane, but at the same time my head became groggy and my ears were buzzing.

I realized that the cherry blossom pattern was strongly influencing me.

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is that if it also turns me into a ghost, then I am a sinner of the Xia family.

I pushed away the official lady and staggered forward, stumbling under my feet, my forehead slamming on the pillar of the mourning shed.

"Summer stone, summer stone, summer stone......" On the south wall, there was an unfamiliar voice calling me.

I stood firm against the pillar, trying to gather my eyes and look at the south wall.

In a trance, in the gap between the dog's tail grass, someone's face was half-hidden and half-hidden.

"It's calling me again, come on, come on!" I didn't answer, but shouted loudly.

"Who's calling you, who's it?" was right next to me, but it was obvious that she couldn't hear the voice.

"There—" I pointed at the wall with my spur.

Mrs. Guan suddenly rushed forward, stepped on the broken bicycle saddle under the wall with her toes, her body soared into the air, and then fluttered down, already squatting on the wall. She held a lighter in her left hand and three sticks of incense between her right fingers, which she lit with a wave of her hand and inserted them into the brick crack at the head of the wall.

The flames on the incense head jumped suddenly, and the green leaves sizzled.

The face was gone, and only cigarettes curled up on the wall.

"Leave a line for the old Xia family! Leave a back for the old Xia family! Don't kill them all, okay?" the official lady roared bitterly.

There was no response on the street, and it seemed that the monster was afraid of the incense of the official lady, and as soon as she approached, the monster quickly retreated into the darkness.

Aunt Guan waited on the wall for a while, and when she saw that there was nothing unusual, she floated to the ground. Immediately, she took out a handful of incense from her sleeve and lit it, and inserted it into the brick cracks along the root of the wall one by one, and tied the entire south wall and the southeast corner gatehouse with an incense fence.

Smelling the fragrance of the courtyard, my head cleared up a little, and I thought sadly: "I am the only one left in the Xia family, I have to live well no matter what, and I must not fight the enemy hard, because at this time, my life does not belong to myself, but to the Xia family." Grandpa and grandpa's spirits in heaven are all looking at me, and it is not a pity for me to die alone, and their hopes will all be extinguished. ”

Since ancient times, there has been a patriarchal custom in Shandong, where boys can pass on their family names from generation to generation. Once there are no men in the clan, only girls, the girls marry and become the wives of outsiders, and the children born can only follow the surnames of their husbands, and the original clan will be born.

Now, the responsibility on my shoulders is extremely heavy, in addition to continuing the incense of the Xia clan, I also have to avenge my eldest brother.

Standing in this dilapidated courtyard, I knew exactly what I would face in the future, and no one could help me except carry it alone.

"It's okay for the time being. "Aunt Guan walked back.

Her skills are absolutely beyond my expectations.

I remembered what my eldest brother said: "Jinan City hides the dragon and crouching tiger, and the master is by our side." ”

Aunt Guan stared carefully at the center of my eyebrows, her eyes were extremely complicated.

"What about me, will it be okay?" I tentatively raised my hand and touched my eyebrows.

Thankfully, the swelling has healed and the pain has disappeared.

"To be honest, kid, I'm not sure. Aunt Guan shook her head, "There are many ways to harm people, and there are a hundred and ten kinds of records in the book, and there are many omissions." My Master once said that human beings are almost ignorant of the external world, and that occasionally those who have insight into the world are often dismissed and exiled by human beings as heretics. ”

I don't know that Aunt Guan also has a teacher's background, and I only thought that the incense and soul summoning that she knew belonged to her own "apocalypse and talent".

"It's okay, I'm feeling better. I forced a smile.

"That's good, that's good. The incense on the table is short, so let's continue it. She said.

Aunt Guan fell into a long silence, as if the appearance of the strange voice had disturbed her heart.

I looked at my watch, and it was eleven o'clock in the evening.

"Stone, is Dr. Tang back tonight, right? Just like last night?" asked Aunt Guan.

I nodded, "Yes." ”

Before, in a semi-comatose state, I felt that Tang Wan had never left, and at this moment, it was confirmed again by the words of Aunt Guan.

"She's a good girl, she's a good girl—" The official clapped her hands and stood up, obviously saying something.

I didn't ask much, because I didn't want to listen to gossip and gossip behind Tang Wan's back, which would be disrespectful to her.

"The treasure of gold is touching - we are all human beings, and there is not much difference in thought. I also hope that she is genuinely good to you and has a crush on you as a person, but I am your elder, and I have to remind you of some things. Child, the condition of our family is tofu tied to horsetail - it is not worth mentioning, but Dr. Tang wants to have a good character, to have good looks, and to have a job. The two of you are placed together, not like a golden boy and a jade girl, but like a ...... of the Seven Fairies and Dong Yong."

I understand what Aunt Guan means, so I just listened silently.

In the mythological story, the seven fairies who are high above love the impoverished Dong Yong, and draw an infinite pie for the older leftover men of the offspring, which can only be seen, not satisfied.

In modern society, a girl with a little beauty understands the truth that "I'd rather cry in a BMW than laugh in the back seat of a bicycle".

"Auntie, I understand, I won't climb indiscriminately. I replied.

Aunt Guan shook her head again: "Child, you don't understand. I mean, don't let people take advantage of it, and in the end the treasure beauty is empty. ”

I scratched my head and smiled bitterly: "Auntie, didn't you say that Dr. Tang was very good last time? ”

Aunt Guan smiled meaningfully: "Child, at this time and that time, many things will change with the passage of time, which is the law of the operation of heaven and earth. Not to mention the first two days, even if it was a minute ago or a second ago, it will change a minute later, a second later. Smart people respond to all changes with the same, and this 'unchanged' is not really 'unchanging', but to see the laws of things clearly and make the most correct changes. The so-called 'unchanging' is precisely the premise of 'change'......"

These words are very philosophical, like what I learned in junior high school physics class - "Rest is relative, motion is absolute." ”

"Thank you, auntie, for the reminder. "I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

For a long time, my grandfather was demented, and there was no second person in the family who could teach me life experience and philosophy of life, so everything had to be stumbled and groped by myself. Today, it will get worse and worse, and there is almost no food and clothing.

Something in the north room made a "click" sound, causing me and Aunt Guan to look over there together.

The only thing in the room was the ice coffin where my grandfather's body was kept, which had been rented from the hospital.

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