There's a strange old man in the village.

Hunchbacked, lame, and trembling hands.

When others asked him what his surname was and where he lived, he giggled and couldn't tell why.

People just thought he was a fool, or a madman.

and he who has a good heart is willing to give him a stutter.

Children are different, they always hit him with stones, mud or weeds.

Only I won't.

For I could see that behind this old man stood several strange looking things, like horses not horses, like sheep but not sheep, very strange looking, not like people, anyway.

These things stood on his back, black and heavy, so that he bent over, could not stand upright, and made him limp and unable to walk.

I can't describe the specific appearance of this thing, but every time I see it, I will tremble and dare not look closely.

Therefore, when I saw my classmates laughing around him, I would pretend not to see it and run away.

Unfortunately, my dodge didn't protect me.

Once, after school, I walked through a deep alley, and the wind was gusting, and I shrunk and tiptoed as I coaxed.

As a result, at the end of the alley, he was seen.

That old man!

He was dressed in tattered clothes, his back bent forward, his hair messy like a nest of flies, and countless strange shapes stood behind him.

My mind went blank, and I couldn't react for a while, so I actually looked at him.

His eyes were cloudy and deep, and his dark pupils seemed to be larger than those of ordinary people, so large that they occupied the entire eye socket.

My legs trembled and my hairs stood on end, and I turned and ran backwards.

I didn't know, I only ran two steps, and he appeared in front of me again.

This time, the strangely shaped things behind him revealed scarlet eyes, dense and glowing red, which was disgusting.

These eyes stared at me with bad intentions and anger, and I lost my strength.

I was shouting something, I was so scared that I didn't even know what I was shouting.

The old man, who usually had difficulty walking, grabbed my arm, and a pair of withered hands reached into the collar of the back of my neck like a branch.

Cold, sticky, like a toad on a rainy day, jumping on a person's stomach.

I screamed in horror, and one scream after another came out of my mouth, like boiling water, bubbling and "purring" in the air.

I kept struggling, but I felt countless hands holding my whole body, countless mouths sucking my skin.

Fortunately, my screams called out to the neighbors nearby, and when they arrived, my consciousness was already blurred, and I only vaguely saw the strange old man running away with his hands up, his legs spread out, and his back straight, in a strange posture.

When I woke up, my mother sat on the kang to wipe her tears and asked me if I wanted to drink water.

My father sat at the door and smoked a cigarette, "popping and clicking" one after another.

There were also some unfamiliar relatives, sitting or standing, and the whole room was full of people.

Before I opened my eyes, they seemed to be arguing, but when I opened my eyes, they closed their mouths tacitly, as if they were guarding some big secret and couldn't tell me.

I glanced at the white silk of my mother's sideburns, and I felt uncomfortable.

Mother and father are getting old after all.

I am their old son, I only got my son at the age of forty, and I am the third generation of the old Zhao family, so I am especially cared for by my relatives.

When they asked me what had happened, I hesitated, but I didn't say anything.

At just 10 years old, I had a strange premonition that saying all this would have terrible consequences.

However, fate never cares about people's joys and sorrows, it is like a huge gear, tightly knit, turning non-stop, no one can escape.

Ever since this happened, I have always felt that something is wrong with me, I can't use my strength to speak, and I often get sleepy.

When I went to play by the river, I looked down at the river and was stunned.

Sweat slid down my forehead one by one, and I couldn't even make a sound, I just felt chills and creeps.

I was reflected in the river, and behind me stood countless strange things!

They hooked my head and slammed into me again and again, creating a thick black mist.

When I looked at the river, they seemed to realize something, suddenly opened countless eyes, grinned wide, and smiled at me.

I was so frightened that I crawled away from the river.

As soon as the cold wind blew, my crotch was cold, and I realized that before I knew it, I was so scared that I peed my pants!

I started having nightmares night after night.

The dreams are bizarre and bizarre.

A ghost dressed in red, with only one leg, jumped towards me.

His eyes were so big, his mouth was so red, and his beard was so thick that he couldn't see his features clearly.

He smiled at me, reached out and grabbed me, and then split me in half and swallowed it in one gulp.

I woke up screaming.

Over and over.

Day after day.

Finally, when I passed out at school, I couldn't hide it anymore.

My father asked a legendary goddess to exorcise ghosts for me.

The goddess was a middle-aged woman in her fifties, she was fierce-looking, her face was full of flesh, and her eyes moved slightly when she looked at me.

I was so frightened that I lowered my head and didn't dare look her eyes.

I always felt like her eyes were the same as the monster behind me.

Greedy, terrible, ill-intentioned.

The goddess laughed, her face wrinkled on top of each other, her skin yellow and chapped, and her nails covered with black dirt.

"I want to ask the family fairy to prepare two old hens for me, a bowl of black dog blood, a pig-killing knife, and I must have killed ......pigs recently."

Her father and mother followed her, flattering and flattering.

I bit my lip tightly, and my heart ached.

The impact on my back grew stronger and stronger, as if it was going to shatter my bones!

The mother caught two hens, and the father somehow got a pig-killing knife and a bowl of black dog blood, which was still hot and fishy.

The goddess nodded with satisfaction, and took out a slender hemp rope from her arms: "Use the blood of the black dog on the hemp rope, and it should be even!" ”

Father and mother got busy as she commanded.

The goddess said something in her mouth, and spun in circles.

She said:

"There is a trouble today, please Daxian bother.

Two hens make offerings, and I hope that the immortals will not dislike them.

Immortals, please get up! ”

As soon as the goddess finished speaking, a strange wind blew into the room, displacing the tables and chairs.

Looking at the goddess again, I saw that her eyes were strange, her face was hideous, her hands were stretched out, one hand grabbed the neck of a hen, put it to her mouth, and "snorted", blood splashed.