In ancient Chinese mythology, there is such a kind of ghost. They exist by sucking at the fear of people's dreams. Because the ancients believed that people's dreams are divided into joys and sorrows, what people like is not what I like, and what people worry about is not what I worry about. To put it simply, what you like, I may not like. What you are afraid of may not be what I am afraid of.

Some people are afraid of cats, dogs, and mice, some are afraid of insects and poisonous snakes, some are afraid of the wicked and bad people, and some people are afraid of fire and water. All in all, there is fear in everyone's heart. These fears do not appear everywhere in daily life, but they often appear in dreams.

This kind of ghost is to suck this fear emotion when people have nightmares. If it's not a nightmare, then there's a good chance they're influencing you to dream about something you're afraid of.

Originally, it is not surprising that such a thing as a nightmare can happen to almost everyone, but if you have nightmares every day for a long time, or even if the nightmare dreams are the same every day, then it is very likely that you have encountered this kind of ghost.

This kind of ghost is called "Heavenly Rebellion", and in the Sichuan region, it is usually called "Heavenly Evil". It was originally a very lofty name, but it was actually a very inferior ghost. Almost everyone, if they have a nightmare, then after waking up, they will definitely tell themselves such a sentence: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the dream is the opposite". Maybe everyone knows such a saying, but do you know where this sentence comes from?

It comes from "Heavenly Evil". Because this kind of ghost has another characteristic, that is, the temperament is too domineering, and no one's disobedience is allowed. Therefore, the person who first said the phrase "dreams are reversed" was to fight against it in a way that disobeyed the "heavenly evil", and after his own qi was masculine enough, he would naturally be able to suppress the evil qi of the "heavenly evil".

However, there is a big difference between "heavenly evil" and ordinary ghosts, and its formation is not a person who died tragically and unjustly, but the anger of these people after death, gathered in all directions. Therefore, the "Heavenly Evil" should not be seen as a ghost, but as a ghost form pieced together by a group of scattered dead souls.

The situation that the middle-aged man said about himself and his mother, at first hearing, is indeed very much like the "evil of heaven". So I suddenly became interested and asked him to tell me more about the ghosts he saw when he closed his eyes. He told me that the people looked like they could tell the ghost at a glance, because it was almost like the ghost I imagined, with a bloody face and teeth and claws. His expression was fierce in front of his eyes, and his mouth seemed to be saying something quickly, but there was no sound. Gradually, more and more of these ghosts with different expressions came to their eyes, densely packed, and they looked particularly terrifying, and usually at this time, they naturally opened their eyes.

The middle-aged man emphasized that when he opened his eyes, the feeling was a little different from waking up just now, more like not being able to fall asleep at all, but when he thought about it, he still felt a little confused and couldn't tell the difference. However, my mother's condition seems to be more serious than my own, usually in the first half of the night, and in the second half of the night, although I was finally able to sleep peacefully until dawn, but because of a nightmare, the quality of sleep was actually very low.

At this point, I almost judged that it was the "Heavenly Evil" doing, but I still needed evidence to prove it. If a person is tormented and tortured by the "Heavenly Evil" in the dream for a long time, although his own body will not be harmed by this, after accumulating over time, his energy will definitely decline, resulting in the body becoming weaker and weaker, because at this time, the person's body and spirit have actually become a canteen for the "Heavenly Evil" to eat, and the feeling of fear will occupy the brain all the time.

When I thought of this, I decided to help them, so I asked Captain Li that if he had anything else to do, he would go on his own first, and I would finish this trip and then go back to the village. Captain Li owes me a favor, and it stands to reason that he wants to go with me, but he really can't help much, so he says that he will wait for me in the town and not cause trouble for me, and if I don't come by noon tomorrow, he will go back to the village first. I thought it would be okay, so I said yes. Captain Li is the production captain of our village, and the production team in the town is a system with him, so he must have no problem passing the day.

So I asked the middle-aged man, what is your surname, big brother? He said that his surname is Zhang, and many people in this neighborhood have the surname Zhang, and before it was incorporated into this town, it was called "Zhangjiaao", and it was a village with dozens of families. Although Zhang Heping's house, which I went to earlier, is not from the same village, there are many people with the surname Zhang. I said okay, then you can take me to your house now. Brother Zhang pointed to the town not far away and said, in that direction, through the town, is his house.

On the way, I learned that Brother Zhang is a bachelor, and although his family has land, he is relatively poor, so he has not married a daughter-in-law for so many years. In addition, the old mother was not in good health, so she stayed at home to take care of her. According to the customs of the local countryside and the compensation of the state, if the male of the family gets married, he can build his own house on a piece of land on the edge of the old house, but Brother Zhang is still crowded in the old house with his mother.

He told me that my mother's health was fine a few years ago, but since the death of his father, my mother has also suffered a lot of blows, and her health is not as good as before. When his father died, he knelt down in front of him and promised that because he was the only son in the family, he would take good care of the elderly and give her a pension to the end. My mother is already relatively old, and her health is not good, so the family farming is arranged by Brother Zhang himself. Fortunately, his body is relatively strong, and after paying the public food every month, he can still have some surplus, as long as the mother and son do not eat and drink nonsense, they are still barely enough to support their lives.

I asked him if anything like this had happened in their neighborhood in the past. The reason why I ask this is because the ghosts and monsters of "Heavenly Evil" are relatively special, and their gathering often has no logic at all, and the only thing that can be determined is that if there is a "Heavenly Evil" in a place, then before that, this place must be a place where it is easier to gather yin, then there are many possibilities, or there are many people buried here, such as the kind that was buried collectively during the early war. Either there is a problem with the feng shui of this place, which will naturally cause some yin qi and resentment to form a gathering. When these things come together, there is a possibility of forming "heavenly evil".

Brother Zhang told me that when I was a child, I used to see "ghost fires" in the fields in the summer, and I didn't know if this counted. I thought to myself, of course this doesn't count, most of the ghost fires appear in the summer, and there are rains recently. There is a humid atmosphere in the air, and there is a chemical element called "phosphorus" produced after the corpse in the grave, which has a very low ignition point, and when combined with moisture, it will spontaneously combust, emitting a white and blue flame. This period usually occurs around the middle of the year, that is, in the seventh month of the lunar calendar, which happens to be the hottest and most thunderstorm season. The countryside people are ignorant, and often associate these ghost fires with the Midyear Festival, and over time, they think that the ghost fire is actually a ghost. In fact, even a student of metaphysics like me never believed that it was a simple physical phenomenon.

So I smiled and said to Brother Zhang, is there anything else besides the ghost fire? After thinking for a while, he replied that more than ten years ago, a tomb of the former dynasty had been dug near his house, and an exploration team had been specially invited to come at that time. A sarcophagus was dug up, and it is said that it was a local person in the Qing Dynasty. However, since no descendants can be found, it is impossible to verify this matter.

I thought to myself that if we just dig up a coffin and conclude that this place is haunted, it is obviously unscientific, the ground under our feet, wherever our feet can step on, dig deeper, we can dig up dead things, but the ancient tomb that Brother Zhang said is not so old.

After asking for it, I found that there was no extra information to dig up, so I decided to go to their house first.

This is a red clay house, which is almost dilapidated with Granny Yang's house in Aunt Xu's back mountain. Not far from the main road in the town, there are still many farmers around, and Brother Zhang's house is one of them. It's next to the brick houses in the town, and if you need to buy something at home, it's only a five or six minute walk to the town. However, on the laterite wall of their house, in big white characters, a few words were written: "Patriotism is not guilty, the revolution is justified!" "There is no doubt that in such a political environment, these slogans were made by that group of people. It's just that I think it's a bit ironic, and I don't know if my spell will be discounted in the house where this kind of slogan is written.

After entering the house, I saw a gray-haired old woman, sitting on the threshold, rubbing her hands together, and holding in her palms were all corduroys. Just like the night before, I saw it at the hemp oil woman's house. It seems that this place is more abundant in this, and people who are unable to work hard in the field will use sun-dried corduroy to roll hemp rope of different thicknesses at home and use it as tools or sell it to the town's supply and marketing cooperatives.

Brother Zhang came to the grandmother and said, Mother, this is the master I came to see the matter, yesterday in the next village Zhang's child lost his mind and went crazy, it was this little master who gave a good look. I smiled at my grandmother and said, "Hello grandma, that child is not crazy, but possessed by something."

The old grandmother was very kind, but although she was smiling, she looked a little haggard, and her skin that had been darkened by old age still looked particularly dark under this complexion. She smiled and dropped the corduroy in her hand, reached out and took my hand, and when she touched her hand, the rough touch of the rural woman who had worked all her life came, and her hand seemed weak.

My grandmother asked me if I had breakfast, and there was chaff at home, and I said no, I mainly came to see the situation of your family. So instead of wasting time, I stepped over the threshold and walked into the house.

I don't know if it was my delusion, but the moment I entered the door, I felt a particularly depressed feeling.