Even as early spring approaches, there is no sign of the sun.

followed my grandfather up the mountain with a twist and turn, and it felt even more cold and terrible.

When I got to the back, I helped my grandfather walk slowly, and the black cloth bag was also hung on my shoulder.

This mountain is not far from my grandfather's house, but I have never heard of anyone saying that you can go up from this side.

The winding path is overgrown with weeds, as if you have entered a secret forest.

Not long after walking on, we came to a flat land on which stood a thatched hut and a few sparse graves.

One of the tombstones was actually a large pit behind it, and the tombstone was also covered with a red cloth, and a stone was pressed on it.

On the ground next to it, there is an empty monument in the shape of a tombstone.

"Engrave your name." Grandpa said, pointing to the empty tablet.

"It's as simple as that?"

"I'll talk about it when you're done."

After saying that, my grandfather turned around and went into the grass hut to rest.

I looked around, and there was no one around, and the silence was terrible, so I had to do what my grandfather said.

After putting the cloth bag on the ground, I stepped forward to look at the empty monument, and it could be seen that the previous position of the empty monument was not here, and there were obvious drag marks next to it.

Could it be that the second cousin also came to engrave it, didn't she just carve a monument? Why didn't it work out?

I didn't think about it anymore, took out the inscription tool from the cloth bag, and just fixed the empty monument in my hand, when suddenly a gust of wind blew.

I shuddered, and when I looked back, my mind went blank, and I was left with this one thing in my hand, the inscription.

I had never learned how to use a stele carving tool, but my hands seemed to have a sense of their own, and I skillfully picked up a hammer and chisel, and began to carve my name on the blank stele little by little.

The crisp sound of the hammer reverberating, and after the last carving, the tombstone in front of me was like a door, slowly cracking through the middle, and countless hands stretched out from the door to pull me, wrinkled hands, bloody hands, and delicate and slender hands..........

"Stars!" Grandpa's voice exploded in my ears.

As soon as the wind blew, I came back to my senses, and I happened to see that the red cloth next to me that was pressed by the stone was also blowing, and it was my grandfather's name engraved on it!

It was as if everything just now was my hallucination.

Behind him, my grandfather sighed softly, "Come over when you're done." ”

I put down my tools and stood up tremblingly.

My grandfather led me to a tombstone named You Sheng, "Kneel down and kowtow three times, you will be my successor in the future." ”

After kowtowing three times, I still asked my question, I didn't believe that the door that appeared on the tombstone just now was my hallucination.

It turns out that we carved the stele not only a tombstone, but a yin gate connecting yin and yang, leading directly to the Yama Temple.

It's just that my grandfather has been carving for many years, and it has never happened what I saw just now, so I speculated and thought I might be talented?

"When we do this business, we first have to carve a tombstone for ourselves." My grandfather put my tombstone next to his, then took out a red cloth from the thatched hut, covered it with the same one, and then found a random stone on the ground and pressed it. "For the next three days, you will live here, dig your own pit, and I will ask your mother to bring you the food on time."

“？” With a bewildered face, I just watched my grandfather slowly walk away.

It was getting dark, and I couldn't help myself from almost swearing when I entered the thatched hut.

Upon entering the door, there is a set of wooden chairs next to a stone-cut stove.

There is a door on the left and right, but the wooden door on the right hand is locked, and the room on the left is only a stone-cut kang with a damp quilt on the kang.

If I don't burn the kang, I don't know if I don't survive tonight, and I'll freeze to death.

Just as I was snorting and igniting the pit, I heard my mom calling me outside.

"Mom!"

She flashed her flashlight empty-handed, didn't bring me anything, and when she came up, she pulled me back, "Go!" Come home with me. ”

I was pulled to a stumbling role and followed my mother with a blackened face.

"I said at the time that I wouldn't let you try it, what does their family have to do with you? Let you inherit your grandfather's craft, then do you still want to study? ”

Listening to my mother's nagging, I felt very kind, but she pulled me around, and I ended up back in the thatched hut.

"What's going on! Isn't it haunted? ”

Her flashlight swept across the pile of graves, holding my hand and began to sweat slightly, just as the wind blew at this time, the red cloth covering my and my grandfather's tombstone was blown up, and my mother swept the flashlight, screamed, left me and ran away.

"Mom!" I screamed twice but there was no response, so she ran down the hill and went back to the thatched hut by myself.

It took a long struggle to burn the kang, and there was no electricity in the house, only an old kerosene lamp.

"Stars! Time to eat! ”

Listen to the voice, this time it's my dad.

"Dad, why are you here? Where's my mom? Have you gone back? ”

Not only did my dad bring me food, but he also brought me a dry quilt.

"Go back, what did you tell her? Why are you still sick when you go back, and you keep saying that there are ghosts and ghosts, and that you are dead? I almost didn't give her a big mouth at the time, how can I curse you to death, or is it not your own mother? ”

"You also saw that there are so many graves outside, maybe you didn't see it clearly when it was dark, and you were scared." I don't know how much my dad knows about the inscription, I can only cover up the past lightly.

I can't say that my grandfather asked me to carve a grave for myself.

"Your grandfather too, how can you let a girl's family live on the mountain, when I came to deliver food, he also reminded me to go down the mountain early, Xingxing, why don't you go back with your father?"

"It's okay Dad, my grandfather said, this is the rule, or you leave your phone to me, I'll call you immediately if there's anything." In fact, I don't know why I was so bold as to dare to live in this thatched hut alone.

In the end, my dad went down the mountain, leaving me alone.

I saw that it was already nine o'clock, and as soon as I packed up and lay down to get ready for bed, there was a sound of the door opening.

Who is this? One trip after another, as if rushing to the market, I was a little impatient.

I don't know what's going on, but after carving my own monument, I feel very tired and have always wanted to get a good night's sleep.

I got up from the bed impatiently, and as soon as I walked to the door, I took a picture opposite the visitor.

It was a strange man who looked to be in his twenties.

I swear I've never seen someone so handsome more unreal than a male star on TV, "Who are you?" ”

"I'm a wanderer."