There is an old saying in our hometown, called the seventh half of July, the ghost door opens, the mid-year festival, don't go to the grave, some people shout, don't look back.

It means that the first half of July is Halloween, and you must not go to the cemetery, and you must not turn back when you hear someone shouting at you.

But I was young and ignorant at the time, and these two taboos were all violated, and the consequences would take me to make up for it for the rest of my life.

We are poor in the countryside, but we pay attention to ancestor worship, and we will put pastries in front of the grave. My playmate Cui Fat and I were gluttonous, and when people weren't paying attention, we went to steal a few pieces.

Nothing happened at the time, but when I got back, I suddenly became seriously ill.

At that time, there were no signs of a cold, but I had a high fever for no reason, I was an orphan, my parents died early, and I only had my third uncle and grandmother around, which was my only relative.

When the third uncle and grandmother saw that I had a high fever that did not go away, they were also frightened and panicked, and hurriedly sent me to the health center in the town, but the infusion and injection did not work, and the fever did not go away.

At that time, I only felt that I was cold, as if I was being placed on a large piece of ice, and my throat seemed to be strangled by something, and my throat ached, and I couldn't make a sound.

The injection and infusion didn't work, and the grandmother and the third uncle were also anxious like ants on a hot pot.

At this time, an old Chinese medicine doctor at the clinic seemed to see some clues, he took my pulse, and then looked at my grandmother and third uncle with a solemn face.

"I'm afraid this child is not sick, but has some kind of hysteria."

The so-called hysteria is also their word in the industry, to put it simply, it is to be entangled in some dirty things, and it looks like a serious illness, but in fact, it is not like this.

Grandma and the third uncle were also frightened when they heard this, our village is located in the mountains, and they are even more convinced of ghosts, and now they are even more worried when they hear the old Chinese medicine doctor say this.

Ah! My third uncle and grandmother turned pale with fright, and they said good things to the old Chinese medicine doctor again and again, and even knelt in front of him.

The old Chinese medicine doctor sighed, took out a silver needle, and pricked my arm a few times, and what happened next was beyond everyone's expectations.

I saw that the moment the silver needle was pulled out, it actually brought out some black blood stains, and after about five minutes, I slowly woke up.

When my grandmother and third uncle saw that I woke up and the fever had subsided at this moment, they were overjoyed, and they thanked and kowtowed to the old Chinese medicine doctor.

When the old Chinese medicine doctor saw me wake up, he asked in a soft voice: "Young man, have you been to something recently, a cemetery or something?" ”

My throat was dry, my grandmother handed me a bottle of mineral water, drank a few sips, and then nodded, and talked about the matter of me and Cui Fatzi going to the cemetery.

When the old Chinese medicine doctor heard this, his brows furrowed into a Sichuan character: "When did you go?" ”

I also knew that I had encountered something evil, so I didn't dare to hide it, so I answered honestly.

"Medium, noon!"

The old Chinese medicine doctor's face changed color in an instant, he turned his head to look at the dark outside, and then walked quickly to the door, took out a bell from his coat pocket, hung it at the door, and then returned to my side.

"If it's noon, it's bad, the so-called anode must be yin, the cathode must be yang, noon is the heaviest time of the day, it happens that today is the Midyear Festival, the ghost door is open, it is also a big fate, and it can be regarded as a blessing from God to get out of the cemetery alive."

When my grandmother heard this, her heart sank, and the third uncle gave me a slap on the spot, scolded me, and then asked the old Chinese medicine doctor if there was any way to save me.

The old Chinese medicine doctor stroked his beard, sighed and shook his head: "I can't say this well, those few stitches just now are just to temporarily expel the evil qi, this kind of thing still has to find someone who knows how to solve it." ”

Grandma and the third uncle glanced at each other, and in their minds, they all thought of one person, who was the coffin Yang in the village.

Coffin Yang is a yin and yang gentleman in the village, who opened a coffin shop in the village, and he also has the ability, in our ten miles and eight townships, if something evil happens to anyone's family, he will be asked to solve it.

Grandma wrapped a big red envelope for the old Chinese medicine doctor, as a thank you, we also left the hospital, on the way the third uncle kept blaming me, saying that the old Zhang family was left with me a single seedling, and I was still working hard to die, for fear that my family would not end.

I knew that I was wrong, and I didn't dare to refute it, anyway, the third uncle scolded me all the way, and when I got home, it was already afternoon.

Due to the high fever all night, my body was already extremely weak, but the third uncle still carried me on the bed and left in a hurry.

I was lying on the bed, thinking about it, Cui Fat went to the cemetery with me, I had an accident, and I don't know what happened to him.

Because I was small, I was still very concerned about the safety of Cui Fatzi, so I asked my grandmother to investigate, and my grandmother didn't want to go, but she couldn't resist me, so she went out.

After a while, grandma came back with a frightened look, this time it didn't bring any good news, but let me know the bad news of Cui Fatzi.

He's dead......

Listening to grandma, Cui Fatzi's face was hideous, his eyes were so big that he was about to fall out of his eye sockets, obviously scared to death by something.

I was even more frightened when I heard it, Cui Fat Man died, and he was still scared to death......

This voice kept echoing in my head, and somehow, I also fell into a dream.

When I woke up again, I found a man in his fifties sitting next to the bed, dressed in a long robe, with some gray hair, and a pair of eyes that were not cloudy and very clear.

This is the coffin Yang, and he is also the person invited by the third uncle to save me.

"Mr. Yang, my nephew, how is he?"

Coffin Yang Yang's tightly locked eyebrows did not stretch, he sighed and said, "There is some trouble." ”

After speaking, those clear eyes narrowed slightly: "Did you pick up something, something that shouldn't be picked up?" ”

Before I could speak, the third uncle on the side suddenly became angry: "You little rabbit cub hurry up, what did you pick up?" ”

I was also very aggrieved, but I was greedy and Cui Fatzi picked up some tribute, and I didn't pick up anything else.

I told the coffin Yang about picking up the tribute, of course, after saying it, there was also an abuse from the third uncle, and he even had to beat me, but fortunately, the coffin Yang was here and stopped.

"More than that, picking up some tribute will never be like this, did you pick up any money?"

I was also stunned when I heard this, and hurriedly shook my head: "No, I don't, what am I doing with paper money when I have nothing to do?" ”

Coffin Yang shook his head slightly, quickly moved, and took out a wad of money from my pocket, about five or six thousand, tied by a red rope, and behind the money was a strand of hair, and a note.

Coffin Yang pulled out the note, and when I saw the words on it, I was startled, and so did my grandmother and third uncle.

Because on that piece of paper, there were six blood-red handwriting.

'Take the money, my life is mine!' ’

Coffin Yang snorted and tore the note to shreds.

The third uncle hurriedly asked if I could be saved, the third uncle had no children under his knees, and he was not married, and I had no parents since I was a child, the third uncle treated me like his own son, and now that something happened to me, he couldn't help but be anxious.

The coffin Yang had just stretched his brows and locked it again: "Things are a little difficult to do, let me ask you, did you pick up this money?" ”