In the end, we still couldn't finish the meat, and the rest of the meat grew dense red hair the next day, which was weird and disgusting, so we had to throw it away.

At this time, I was no longer walking so neatly, and there seemed to be a big grinding disc behind me, which made me unable to walk fast.

The mother threw the red-haired flesh into the stinking gutter.

I stood in front of the stinking gutter, staring blankly at the meat.

Last night, they were so oily and fragrant in their mouths that I wanted to swallow my tongue.

Today, they are hairy, standing in the ditch without saying a word, disgusting and weird.

At this moment, a mouse "swished" over, two thin paws grabbed the red meat, sharp teeth chewed, fierce not like a mouse, but like its natural enemy, the cat.

I don't know if the cat will look like this when it eats it.

Before I could figure it out, the rat's eyes were red, and it let out a "squeak" and pounced on me!

Its small body jumped upward, failed to jump over the five-meter-high ditch, and hit its head on the ditch wall, its brains splashed out, and it couldn't die anymore.

Strangely, I didn't feel scared, and I crouched down curiously and looked at the rats in the stinky gutter.

Its body remained motionless, and a gray soul that looked exactly like it rose from its corpse.

There was a pair of red eyes on top of the gray soul, and when they saw me, they rushed over excitedly.

I closed my eyes in fright and backed away.

It took me a long time to cautiously open my eyes, and the weight behind me seemed to be a little heavier.

I don't like to talk anymore, my whole body is gloomy, and even when Gong Yiyu came to comfort me, I was scolded and cried.

Pain and nightmares eat away at me.

Father and mother sighed every day, and asked someone to introduce Daxian to help.

However, because of the collision with Huang Jiaxian last time, no one was willing to agree.

My father didn't give up and rode his bicycle everywhere to beg for help, but he tripped on a flat ground and fell to the ground with the car and broke his legs.

During the day, on a flat road, he suddenly fell and broke his leg.

Each word is nothing when viewed individually, but when put together, it is inexplicably weird.

My father was carried back with a disgraced face, depressed, staring at the roof in a daze.

His hair was disheveled, his eyes were confused, and his face was black with stubble.

He doesn't seem to be the same as before.

But my mother also had an accident.

In the middle of the night, I was fried in a pan in oil by the ghost in red in a nightmare, it was hot and painful, and the ghost in red stared at me with a "hehe" smile, and the two horns of my head flashed with a sharp cold light.

I woke up from the nightmare, patted my chest, and luckily, I was alive.

However, is it necessarily safe in reality?

No, reality can be more dangerous, more terrifying, and more uncontrollable than nightmares.

I sat up slowly, and saw a pair of eyes glowing a faint red in the darkness, like a mouse seen during the day.

I frantically turned on the light, only to see my mother, who had been so long, giving me a weird smile.

Her eyes were red and bloodshot, and she reached out for her palms and scratched her face with her slender nails.

"Mother!" I screamed in horror.

She didn't react, just laughing and scratching her face again and again.

Her dark and yellowed face was scratched by her with red marks, and her skin and flesh turned out.

A tremendous surge of courage welled up in me, and I rushed over and grabbed her arm, trying to stop her.

She lowered her head and looked at me with a pair of red, purple eyes full of ill intentions.

I shuddered and shouted timidly, "Mother......"

She opened her mouth suddenly, her chapped lips opened and closed, and a rough and deep voice sounded: "Get out!" ”

I was stunned, I had never thought that I had ever heard my gentle mother say such things to me, and I looked at her in disbelief.

She shoved me to the ground.

My skinny body hit the wall, adding to the already painful back.

But I didn't have time to cry over the physical pain, because my mother, who usually helped me blow my skin when I was broken, was looking at me viciously.

She held out a hand at me and cursed loudly.

"Little brute without a father and no mother! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be hurt! ”

"Why don't you die? You're supposed to die when you're entangled in evil things! What does it mean to be alive? ”

"You're going to kill everyone! You don't have to die well! ”

“……”

Curse after sentence was like a pig-killing knife, slashing at my heart.

It hurts! Hurt!

It hurt so much that I burst into tears, it hurt so much that my face turned pale, and it hurt so much that I covered my face and cried bitterly.

I knew that my mother was not normal, that she must have been affected by something strange, and that I could not blame me for all this.

But I couldn't help but blame myself.

If I hadn't taken that path that day, I wouldn't have met the old man; If Huang Jiaxian exorcised ghosts for me, I couldn't help but shout, is everything on track now?

If it weren't for me, the family wouldn't have died, my father wouldn't have fallen, and my mother wouldn't have been hysterical.

I was caught in a whirlpool of terror, unable to escape, only to spin in circles with the whirlpool.

My mother suddenly stopped cursing, looked at me with a cold look in her eyes, and she picked up a fruit knife from the table and rushed towards me.

I slumped on the ground, unable to move.

I wonder if everything will be okay if I die.

At the age of ten, I was exhausted and miserable by this series of terrible events.

The father climbed here with his body propped up, hugged his mother's thigh, and shouted, "Xiulian! Stop it! ”

The mother was stunned for a moment, and then kicked the father over.

The father did not give up, hugged her leg again, gritted his teeth and shouted, "Ari, run!" Go and ask the goddess! Beg her! ”

I was a little hesitant.

The father hugged his mother tightly, his eyes sad: "Ari, your mother loves you the most, she is possessed by evil spirits, and what she says is not true." If you don't ask the goddess, she's really losing her mind......"

My father's words gave me strength, and I jerked to my feet and ran out as fast as I could.

At that time, I didn't understand that the weirdest thing in the whole thing was not the strangely shaped ghost behind him, not Huang Jiaxian, not a dead mouse, but his father.

A peasant who has been facing the loess with his back to the sky for most of his life, and who has never even been to the town a few times, spoke Mandarin in a straight and round tone when he comforted me.

It's like a news anchor on TV.

I was so flustered, so scared, I was overwhelmed by everything.

I ran to the door of the goddess's house, and after panting and knocking on the door, before I could explain my intention, the goddess with a face full of flesh closed the courtyard door.

"Bang!" There was a loud noise at the gate of the courtyard, and the dust was washed and fell.

I banged desperately on the courtyard door and shouted, "Please, please, save my mother!" ”

"I'm kowtowing to you!"

I knelt on the ground and kowtowed one after another, my forehead bleeding and dusty.

I don't know how long I've been kneeling, I don't know how many kowtows I've had, I just know that my back hurts so much that it's about to break, more than my back.

Finally, the courtyard door slowly opened.