Something to come? What's that? The man didn't explain it, and I didn't see from head to toe where the speaker was. Even so, I wasn't going to look for it, because my attention was drawn to what was on the table.

I saw that what was still fresh was all decayed at this time, as if it had been left for many years.

I touched it with my hand, and the thing under my finger immediately turned into a pile of dust, and I was terrified, and sat on the ground, not knowing what to do.

At this time, the wind and rain outside were more violent, and I saw a pair of lifeless eyes pressed against the window, and on either side of the eyes were long fingernails, and a lightning bolt struck, and I could see the face of the comer, and I screamed in fright.

I saw that the visitor had a long earthy gray face, wrinkled skin as if it had been blistered for a long time and exposed to the sun, a pair of red eyes, a long mustache on the lips, hands propped up on the window, and long, pointed nails, still black.

I was so frightened that I screamed and hid under the table.

The other party saw me and seemed to smile, I wasn't sure if he was smiling with this expression, but the next second, the door of the wooden house was blown by the strong wind, and it flapped a few times like a moth, and the man jumped from the window to the door.

I was so scared that I couldn't even cry, I couldn't move, my throat seemed to be stuck by an invisible hand, and I could only make muddy monosyllables.

I've lived in the old grave for ten years, and it's not that I haven't encountered strange things, and it's not that I haven't been teased by my good friends from all walks of life, but this is the first time I've seen something like this.

The man tried to come in, but the door was open, but he seemed to be hindered by something, and he jumped several times, but he only jumped in place at the door.

He was very anxious, he raised his head and screamed, the wind and rain outside were getting heavier, and the thunder was also louder, but its strange cry entered my ears at all, and I was stimulated, and finally cried again.

Crying and crying, I saw my grandmother sitting at the door, trying to save his legs, he jumped once, and my grandmother's figure faded a little, but my grandmother didn't mean to let go at all.

I looked at my grandmother in a daze, who turned back and smiled at me.

Suddenly, he stood with his hands side by side and thrust into his grandmother's vest.

Grandma's scream suddenly disappeared, and a thunderbolt also fell at this time, and the monster jumped straight back, jumping more than ten meters and avoiding the thunder.

"Grandma!" I didn't care about being scared at this time, and rushed to the door where my grandmother disappeared.

"Go back!" A strong force pushed me into the room, and a middle-aged man appeared at the door, holding a copper coin sword in his hand, confronting the monster, only to hear him say: "Evil obstacles, suffer death!" ”

As he spoke, he swung his sword and rushed out, and the monster jumped back, and in a short time disappeared into the old woods.

The middle-aged man came back, helped me up, who was crying and was paralyzed to the ground, and said, "Child, don't cry, you have to live well to be worthy of your grandmother." ”

"Uncle, where's my grandmother?"

The middle-aged man sighed and said, "Your grandmother is gone." ”

Seeing that I was puzzled, I said, "Your grandmother has passed away." ”

After thinking about it, he said, "I'll take you to kowtow to your grandmother." ”

I cried and nodded, I want to see my grandmother, I want to kowtow to my grandmother.

Many years later, I learned that my grandmother's stop was a fight for reincarnation, and destroying reincarnation was against the sky, which attracted the thunder of heaven and drove away the pickled things.

After the rain stopped, the middle-aged man offered to take me back to the village, and I knew that I had to go back to the village to kowtow to my grandmother, so I hesitated, and I knew the attitude of the villagers towards me.

"Don't want to see your grandmother?"

I told him about myself, and the middle-aged man pondered for a moment, and then asked for my eight characters for a while, his face became more and more ugly, and finally he said with a solemn expression: "Do you still have relatives?" ”

"I have an uncle, but I haven't met him."