My name is Wang Yang, and before I was ten years old, I don't have any memory because before that, I was a corpse.

According to my father, my mother was already showing signs of difficulty during the birth and had to be taken to the hospital for a caesarean section, but at that time, the storm and the poor transportation in our village made it take half an hour to get to the nearest clinic.

Heavy rain blocked the road, resulting in one corpse and two lives!

My father was devastated, but he had no choice but to accept his fate.

On the day of the funeral, a feng shui gentleman came to the village, and he said that the fetus must be taken out of my mother's womb, because my mother was pregnant with a ghost fetus, and after death, she became a murderous corpse of the mother and son, and if it was buried on the grave mountain in the village, it would not only damage the feng shui in the village, but also cause death.

As soon as Mr. Feng Shui said this, the people in the village immediately panicked, and they were all persuading my father to listen to Mr. Feng Shui's advice, after all, this Mr. Feng Shui is a person who understands real skills, and he is invited to do red and white ceremonies in all parts of the country, he is a trustworthy master!

My father could not listen to such absurd persuasion, even if he died, he could not let me be separated from my mother.

The villagers turned from good words and persuasions to warnings and threats, and threatened that if my father dared to bury the body of his son and mother in the grave in the village, they would dare to dig up the grave and cut my mother's stomach with a kitchen knife, and forcibly get the fetus out of the belly.

My dad was invincible, and that's when my grandfather appeared.

"When will it be your turn to decide what is going on in Lao Tzu's family? Whoever dares to touch my daughter-in-law's body, Lao Tzu will let him be buried together! ”

Grandpa fought when he was young, and he was full of murderous spirit, and he shocked everyone on the spot.

With my grandfather's suppression, my mother was able to be buried smoothly.

But the poor mountains and bad waters come out of the people, and the people in the village will not stop there, and Mr. Feng Shui has been saying that if the murderous corpses of the children and mothers are not eradicated, the village will suffer a great disaster!

So, on the night of my mother's first seven days, hundreds of villagers surrounded our house, preventing my father from leaving the house, and at the same time sent a few able-bodied men to dig my mother's grave, threatening to separate our mother and son from our bodies in public.

My dad resisted and was beaten, and my grandfather was already old and had to sit at home and wait.

At this time, there was a raging storm outside, corresponding to the night my mother died.

On the grave mountain, several strong men were looking for my mother's grave with flashlights.

Along with them was the previous feng shui gentleman, who had nothing to do with him, but he told the villagers that he was a cultivator, and it was his responsibility to kill demons and demons, and he could still accumulate yin virtue by doing so, so he had to carry out this matter to the end!

Under the lightning and thunder, everyone worked hard with hoes and shovels.

After a while, the grave was dug up, and it only rained for less than half an hour, but the pit was already covered with rainwater, and even less than two-thirds of the coffin was gone.

Mr. Feng Shui asked them to open the coffin, which startled everyone.

Seven days after being buried, my mother's body did not decompose, but became fat, and her belly was still growing, and there was an obvious up-and-down movement.

"Oops!"

"Corpse son! Can't stay! ”

"Disembowel, take out the corpse baby, hurry up!"

Mr. Feng Shui looked flustered, pasted a talisman on my mother's forehead, held a copper shovel around the coffin, and kept chanting incantations in his mouth, while several strong men were scrambling to cut my mother's belly.

It was about to succeed, but a dark shadow appeared in the heavy rain.

Before the few people present could react, the yellow muddy water had been dyed red, a machete was dripping with blood, and several strong men digging graves had fallen into the pit without a sound.

As the lightning flashed, it illuminated the face of the dark shadow.

Mr. Feng Shui fell to the ground in fright and called out the name of the black shadow.

"Wang Tianhong!"

As soon as Mr. Feng Shui's words fell, a bloody mark appeared on his neck, and he died on the spot.

The Wang Tianhong in his mouth is my father's younger brother and my second uncle.

The second uncle came to the grave, his expression was surprised, he picked me up from the coffin, and found that the pupils of my eyes were yellow and gray, and my mouth was slightly open to breathe.

At this moment, there was another person in the night, and it was my grandfather.

The second uncle handed me over to my grandfather who was dying, and said excitedly.

"Corpse son, yin and yang pupils!"

"Dad! There is no endless road, and our family has not been broken! ”

Grandpa wiped the blood off my body, laughed and cried......

The next day.

The second uncle turned himself in, and only later did he learn that he was sentenced to life imprisonment, and I am afraid that I will never see him in this life.

Without my second uncle and grandfather, I wouldn't be where I am today.

Because of this incident, our family was excluded, and my father was an honest farmer, but because he had to live, he could only continue to live in the village.

I am a corpse child, with a special physique, and it is impossible for me to grow up as healthy as an ordinary child.

Without breastfeeding, I would still be a corpse.

For this reason, since I was a child, I had to brew crow's blood from ashes, which are the things of the great yin and used to serve as breast milk.

In addition, I had to vacate the miscellaneous room, seal the windows with cement to prevent the slightest rays of sunlight from entering, dig a one-meter-deep pit in the miscellaneous floor, and place tattered mirrors in the four corners to gather evil energy for me to absorb.

When we reach the age of weaning, normal children have teeth, while I have fangs.

In order to prevent me from becoming a corpse, my grandfather no longer fed me the things of the great yin, but instead dispelled the evil qi in my body and turned from yin to yang.

When I was eight years old, I walked out of the dimly lit room, but I couldn't walk, crawling on all fours like an animal.

According to my father, he failed to keep an eye on me several times and let me sneak out, at first just biting other people's poultry to death, but later it became more and more excessive, and even bit people.

Grandpa asked me to come out of the miscellaneous room in order to use the sunlight to dispel the evil energy in my body, but I was too destructive, comparable to a wild beast, and could only chain me and control my freedom.

Two years later, at the age of ten, the evil qi in my body has almost been removed, and I can fully integrate into normal life.

It's a pity that the ugliness of the family is publicized, not to mention that the village knows about our family, it has been spread in all ten miles and eight towns, and each has its own version.

So much so that when I was in school, I was bullied, some people called me a ghost boy, and some people called me an animal.

I couldn't scold them, and I fought with them, maybe because I was a corpse, I was born violent, and I almost didn't kill anyone.

I was expelled from school after one semester, and the school kicked me out of school because I had mental problems and that my presence would affect the lives of other students.

My father had no choice but to let me stay at home.

Fortunately, grandpa is a cultural person, he not only fought wars, but even read, so the cultural aspects are taught by grandpa.

It wasn't until my humanity was suppressed to a certain extent that my grandfather no longer taught me to read and write, but taught me the five arts.

What are the Five Techniques?

Mountain, medicine, life, physiognomy, divination.

But before I could master the five arts, my grandfather suddenly had an accident!

When I was fifteen years old, my father and I went out to visit relatives for a few days, and when we came back, we found my grandfather lying in bed dead for days!