There are no stars in the sky, let alone the moon, and it is as dark as a big hole, which makes people a little upside down, unable to distinguish between up and down, as if they are about to fall into it as soon as they stumble.

"Nam no Amitabha, Nam no Amitabha...... "A child of about twelve or thirteen years old walked alone on the road. Holding a small string of broken Buddhist beads in his right hand, he holds an oily lantern in his left hand.

It wasn't so much that she was walking, but that she was running, because those things had been following her, but she didn't dare to get too close because of the Buddha beads. It was pitch black all around, and only the glow of lanterns could be seen, and ghost fire was floating in the air. The silence of Siye was a little weird, and he couldn't even hear the sound of running water and insects.

I was about to arrive in the village, and it was good to enter the village, and the child kept reminding himself that his face was pale and cold sweat was falling. With his right hand, he wrapped the cloak made of eight black dog skins on his body more tightly, trying to prevent his smell from escaping more.

But when he walked to the small stone arch bridge at the head of the village, the child was still stupid. A woman with a paper umbrella stood on the bridge, facing her, and the surface of the umbrella was embroidered with dazzling red peach blossoms, and so was the white dress. The umbrella is low and you can't see your face. It was obviously hot and stuffy, and there was no wind at all, but the skirt was fluttering up and down.

The child stopped there in fright, his legs trembling, and when he finished running, he encountered a ghost blocking the way.

"Nam no Amitabha......" she continued to whisper, turning sideways to pass over the bridge, bowing her head and pretending not to see her. But now she stood in front of her again in the blink of an eye. The delicate white embroidered shoes were stained with mud, with a puddle of water at their feet and a variety of green algae and shells. Only then did she see clearly which peach blossoms were on the hem of the skirt, and it was clearly splashed with blood.

Suddenly, the supposed gentle yellow light of the lantern in his hand began to change from cyan to red strangely, as if it had also been stained with blood. The air was filled with the pungent smell of the river and the smell of blood.

"Nan no Amitabha Buddha ......" stubbornly raised the Buddha beads in front, the female ghost took two steps back, the child took two steps forward, and the female ghost took two steps back. When I was about to reach the bridge, I heard a creepy laugh.

Suddenly, the female ghost in front of her was torn apart, and her limbs were broken into countless pieces, as if they had been chopped up raw, and there was blood and maggots all over the place.

The child was so frightened that he almost threw the Buddhist beads and lanterns in his hand, and ran back, shaking his legs.

But I saw a round thing, rolled out from under the umbrella, and the black length rolled around it, and it turned out to be the woman's head. The child was frozen and couldn't move. A voice kept shouting in the bottom of my heart, run, run, run, but I couldn't move a step.

The scalp ball, like an S-shaped skewer from side to side, hit the bridge railing, and bounced back after a while, and then rubbed at the child's feet, so frightened that she almost sat on the ground limp.

After a moment's pause, the child stared at the suddenly motionless head at his feet, and his heart was about to jump out of his throat. But suddenly, the head turned over, and the child saw that her face was black, and her eyes were cut out. One didn't know where it went, and the other was implicated by some blood vessels, nerves, and tissues, half-hung on his face, and his white miserable eyes were turning up quickly, staring straight at her. Her lips seemed to have been bitten by the fish in the river, and she was so mutilated that she trembled as if she wanted to say something to her, but the wind only made a sound like the rattling of a wooden door.

The child resisted the urge to vomit, stepped over the head, and ran forward, not caring about the stump that was stepping on the ground. Suddenly, the leg was caught, and the fingers of the right hand were soaked in the water and rotted, and the white bones of Sensen could be seen at the end of the flesh of the white arm.

In the midst of the panic, the head bounced quickly as if it were itself, opened its big mouth, and bit his right leg, and the severe pain in the calf was even more accompanied by a biting coldness, which instantly spread all over the limbs.

The child waved the beads and hit the head, and then heard a hissing sound that looked like raw meat on a red-hot iron plate, and it took half a day for the head to loosen and fall off. The child ran with his legs, but suddenly he heard the sound of cracking, and something was under his feet. When I looked up, it turned out to be the other eyeball of the female ghost, which was accidentally stepped on by herself, and was bleeding pus and maggots.

The child fled off the bridge while retching, and now the hand was still on his lap, and the head was still bouncing on the bridge, and the upper and lower teeth were beating each other, shouting "hand, hand, hand ......", the sound was miserable and terrifying, but he couldn't get off the bridge and couldn't chase him. The souls of those who die tragically on the water can only be trapped there forever.

The child tore the stump off his leg and threw it back onto the bridge. Then he turned around and ran forward. His face was so frightened that he didn't have any blood at all.

The people of the village were asleep at this time, so quiet that they could not even hear the roosters and dogs barking. The child knocked frantically in front of a pharmacy, but the whole village seemed to be dying in their sleep, and there was no reaction, and none of the lights were on. The child knocked desperately for a long time before there was a little movement in it.

"Who......"

"Doctor Zhang, Doctor Zhang, I'm Xiao Gu! Save my father, he's dying!" the child who called Xiao Gu shouted anxiously.

"Oh, oh, little bone, don't worry, wait for me to get dressed, pack up, and ...... right away."

After a while, an old man with a half-white head came out with a medicine box and hurried back with her.

"Why did you come out alone at night, didn't you meet anything?"

"Just on the bridge there was ...... No way, Dad is suddenly very sick......" Xiao Gu grabbed Dr. Zhang's clothes and hid behind him, limping away, still shaking. When he slowly approached the small bridge, he poked his head out, but the corpses and his broken eyeballs were all gone. It's as if nothing was born.

Her eight characters are too light, the yin qi is too heavy, and the lone star is rare in a hundred years. When he was born, he died with his mother's dystocia, and the city was full of fragrance, and the scene was in the middle of spring, but the flowers withered in an instant, so he named it Hua Qiangu.

's father is a showman who has repeatedly fallen behind, and he has been raising her until now because of his hard life. But because Hua Qiangu's physique was too easy to provoke ghosts and caused a lot of trouble in the village, she had to take her to live alone in a random wooden house by the river on the outskirts of the village.

Hua Xiucai invited the monks from You Fang to exorcise ghosts and change the life of Hua Qiangu, but the monk just shook his head, gave Hua Qiangu a string of Buddhist beads that he had carried with him for many years, and asked him to use the skins of eight black dogs to make a cloak to cover Hua Qiangu's body, and ordinary people could not smell the strange fragrance that only ghosts and monsters could smell. and told her not to let her go out after the sun set, so that she lived peacefully to the age of twelve.

Dr. Zhang took pity on her for suffering so much horror and suffering at such a young age. has always taken good care of his father and daughter. He is a doctor, he has held the fate of too many people in his hands, and has been contaminated with the life and death of too many people, and the yang energy and evil qi on his body are relatively heavy, and ordinary little ghosts dare not provoke him. took Hua Qiangu's hand back to the place where they lived, but he didn't encounter any trouble along the way.

It's just that Hua Xiucai is very sick, and Hua Qiangu has lived together for a long time, and it is inevitable that there will be all kinds of evil spirits, and he is less than forty years old, but he is old and weak, like fifty or sixty. Dr. Zhang shook his head vigorously and sighed, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive tonight.

Hua Qiangu ran in and out of the boiling water decoction medicine to wipe Hua Xiucai's body and sweat. I didn't dare to let myself be idle, and I vaguely knew it in my heart, so I was always scared. This is the only family member she has in the world.

Hua Xiucai finally didn't survive until dawn, and when she was dying, she was still worried about what Hua Qiangu would do after her death. Dr. Zhang comforted him and said that he would adopt and take care of Qianguhua Xiucai, but he didn't want to implicate him, and second, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to protect Qiangu for long. So he told Hua Qiangu to wait for him to go to the legendary Maoshan to learn art after his death. When you have something to achieve, you will no longer be afraid of demons.

Hua Qiangu held his father's gradually cold hand, his palm was desolate and desolate, even his father was gone, what was the point of being alone in this world? She knew that firstly, because her first-class tears must be different, and secondly, she knew that she could not always accompany her, forcing her to work hard to learn to be independent and strong.

Dr. Zhang helped her treat the wound on her leg, squeezed out the black blood, sprinkled some incense ash, and applied some ointment to bandage it. It's just that a little corpse poison is not serious.

The next day, Dr. Zhang and a few enthusiastic people in the village helped her to handle the funeral simply. Dr. Zhang thought that she was too young to go out alone, hoping to adopt her first, at least heal the injury on her leg. But she made up her mind to set off immediately to obey her father's order to go to Maoshan to learn the Tao. Dr. Zhang couldn't help her, so he had to help her sell all the valuable things in the family, and then subsidized her with a little silver taels.

On the night of the second day, Hua Qiangu wrapped himself in a dogskin cloak, listened to the wind outside the house, and the ghosts and wolves howled, and lay on the bare bed board in the empty wooden house, with his eyes open and lying all night. My mind is filled with sadness and confusion about the road ahead. The next morning, he bid farewell to the villagers and headed towards Maoshan Mountain.