My name is Chen Ming and I am 22 years old.

Born in a remote mountain village in Pine Ridge, Northeast China. My mother died in childbirth when she gave birth to me.

There was no milk, so my father went up the mountain to dig up the honey from the bear's blind man's den and fed me with honey water.

My father was a lumberjack in the village, a sturdy man, with large soles and a hard body, and he could easily climb the mountain with a large log of more than 100 catties.

When I was 4 years old, there was a little widow in the village surnamed Wang, who was very beautiful and white, and she married into the village from other places. It's a pity that on the night of marriage, the man died of a heart attack. As the old saying goes, before she had sex with a man, she became a little widow, which is called: widowhood. People in the village said that Widow Wang was a disaster star, killed the man, reincarnated as a fox spirit, willow eyebrows and almond eyes, and there was a "sassy smell" on her body.

Her man's coffin sat in the courtyard for seven days, and no one helped carry the coffin out of the funeral. Her man and my father were co-workers and they were logging together in the mountains, so she had to come to my father and ask him to help carry her man's coffin. My father thought of her man's affection, but he couldn't shirk it, so he had to agree. That night, my father drove the carriage to help her bury the coffin, and the widow Wang warmed my father's body with hot wine in order to thank her.

When my grandfather found out, he scolded my father and told him not to provoke the widow and be unlucky.

Where would my father listen!

Something happened!

That day, when my father was cutting wood in the mountains, the widow went to the mountains and took off her clothes with my father in the mountains and forests, and became intimate. When it was hot, a red-haired and yellow-skinned man popped out of his side. The yellow-skinned man didn't know which grave he had dug up, and he wore a dead child's small flower cotton jacket, and walked on tiptoe like a child.

"Hey! Let me play too! ”

Huang Pizi suddenly spoke, and my father and widow Wang were startled! The two hurriedly put on their clothes.

"What's going on?"

Huang Pizi took two steps forward, squinted his eyes and said with a grin.

My father used to cut wood in the mountains, and he had seen the yellow skin, but it was the first time he had seen the yellow-skinned man who became a fine and could talk. My father had the courage to ask, "What are you going to play?" ”

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Huang Pizi pointed at the widow Wang, and then followed his father's posture, twisting his ass back and forth.

The widow was so frightened that she hid behind my father, who cursed, "Brute! I still want to be a man! Then he picked up a thick branch from the ground and struck at the yellow skin. Who knew that as soon as the yellow man raised his hand, he grabbed my father's wrist, and the force was so great that he directly threw my father three or four meters away.

My father was knocked on a stone and covered in blood.

"Hee-hee! It's my turn, it's my turn! ”

The yellow skin ran over on tiptoe and pulled the king's widow's pants, and the king's widow screamed in fright.

In a panic, my father picked up a big rock next to him and threw it at Huang Pizi's head.

Unexpectedly, Huang Pizi was stoned to death like this!

The widow was afraid, so I asked my father to dig a pit and bury the yellow skin, and before burying the earth, my father was also a little afraid, and he covered the yellow skin with his bloodstained coat.

I thought this matter was over, but I didn't expect that it was just the beginning, and the more terrifying was still to come......

Three days later, in the morning, the widow died on her kang.

She was lying on the clay kang, her eyes were round, the flesh on her body was gnawed, and a pool of blood was leaking from under her body.

The people in the village said that she was unlucky and was ruined to death.

The villagers did not dare to bury her in the ancestral grave, so they buried her hastily on the slope of the northwest wind. From that day on, my father was sick and did not eat or drink.

Sitting in the yard all day long, the locust tree smirked, crazy.

Grandpa asked someone to find a Taoist priest who ran the mountain all the year round, who would point out feng shui and see some hysteria, but after hearing this, the Taoist priest waved his hand again and again and said that this matter could not be managed, and no one dared to take care of it. He said: "The wild immortals like Huangpizi have won the Tao, but they are not afraid of death, they can borrow corpses to return their souls in the future, the key is that your son covered it with a bloody clothes, this is to make it immortal, it will never be able to be reborn, and it will become a powerful ghost immortal, which is difficult to do!" ”

My grandfather stuffed his coffin money to the Taoist priest, knelt on the ground and begged him for help, but the Taoist priest didn't accept it, saying that the yellow skin was grudging, and it was not settled for eighteen years! Grandpa is not afraid of death when he is old, he just asks the Taoist priest to find a way to let me live, which can be regarded as leaving a root for the Chen family.

Seeing that my grandfather had knocked out the blood, the Taoist priest couldn't bear it, so he had to teach my grandfather a method, let my grandfather wash me with the mud of the dead buried in the corpse, and then use the old peach wood to carve my "stand-in" and bury it in the grave, but this method can only protect me for eighteen years, and whether it will be a blessing or a curse after eighteen years depends on the destiny of heaven......

When my grandfather and I came back from the Taoist priest, it was already late!

The roof tiles of the house were torn down, the chicken coop was taken out, and the horse was bitten to death. The yard was full of yellow-skinned children, my father was stripped of his skin, bloody and hung on a tree like bacon, and the two yellow-skinned cubs were still holding my father's legs on the swing.

"Ahh I've slaughtered you brutes! My grandfather was red-eyed, took out a kitchen knife from his arms, and slashed wildly, and the group of yellow-skinned people ran away with a grin.

That night, Grandpa didn't speak.

He dug up a handful of corpse mud according to the method taught by the Taoist, washed my body, carved a villain with peach wood, wrote my birthday on the back, boiled water and boiled two eggs in my arms, and went out with a kitchen knife!

Later, I heard that my grandfather went up the mountain to burn the yellow skin's nest, and when others found him in the mountain the next day, he was already dead, frozen to death on the mountain like an ice sculpture, and there was a bloody hole in his stomach......

At night, I was sent out of the village by several villagers, and the Taoist priest was entrusted by my grandfather, and he couldn't bear to take it for me and hide it in the Taoist temple. I lived for a few years in a vacant space with no name or surname, cowering but no one caring. I thought that one day I would be avenged and die by the sudden appearance of the yellow skin, or that I would be lucky enough to die in this dilapidated house where no one passed, but I didn't want the Taoist priest who abandoned me to suddenly knock on the door and say that he would take me away.

I saw that his face was full of uneasiness, and the corners of his mouth were swallowed to ask the other party why. Thinking of my grandfather's plea, thinking of my father's death, and thinking that the Taoist priest is the only life-saving straw I have so far, I dare not disobey his orders.

I thought he would throw me somewhere else and ignore me all these years, but I didn't want the Taoist priest to put me in the house of a blind grandmother. The Taoist priest confessed that at the end of less than 18 years, I can't burn paper for my father and grandfather, I can't reveal my name, and if there is a little mistake, I will definitely be found by Huangpizi to seek revenge!

This blind grandmother's surname is Liao, and they all call her Liao Po, Liao Po has congenital cataracts, her eyes can't see clearly during the day, but she can see clearly in the dark.

Liao Po came to the door to wait for me early, and when I arrived it was more than three o'clock in the afternoon, and the afterglow of the setting sun reflected in Liao Po's miserable white eyes, reflecting a strange light.

After Liao Po saw me, she stretched out her hand that had withered into the bark of the tree and touched it on my face, my face was very uncomfortable with the rough hand grinding, and after touching it for a long time, Liao Po turned around tremblingly, and muttered to herself: "The cause and effect of the two lives is the yellow mud that falls on the crotch of the pants, I can't say clearly, come in with me." ”

I looked up and saw that the low eaves were covered by the shade of the trees, and I couldn't help but feel a little panicked. Liao Po saw that I didn't move my feet for a long time, and said softly: "It looks like a grave, right?" I didn't dare to speak out, Liao Po said to herself: "My grave, I don't eat people, I eat people's grave, it's outside." ”

I was even more creepy when I said this, and I forgot to speak, but I moved my steps and entered the room, and a musty smell mixed with the smell of dark candles came to my face, and I got used to it for a while before I dared to breathe normally.

Liao Po sat down and said, "Everyone is here, don't resist in your heart, after all, I can save your little life." ”

This sentence is a natural sound for me, and the sentence "I can save your little life" is enough to give me peace of mind for a long time.

Liao Po opened her mouth again and said: "I'm here, the temple is small, the rules are big, if you want to survive, you need to listen to my three precepts." ”

Don't say three at this time, as long as you don't want me to die, you can follow any rules.

Liao Po seemed to see through my inner thoughts, pulled up her throat like breaking the seal, and said dryly: "Come, put your ears out." ”