Ah, I went to the cemetery to visit my grandma, and he seemed to be seeing her. It was probably an ominous nightmare, and the shadows in the dream did not disappear from Ah, my mind. I had insomnia for several nights and finally fell asleep, but the strange little girl and old woman appeared in the dream one after another, repeating the cursed words over and over again: "I'm waiting for you at home."

"Who is waiting for me?" Whenever I think of this question, I feel a chill on my back.

"Grandma, how are you doing there? I haven't been doing well recently." I said to my grandma's relics.

"But don't worry too much. I may be under too much pressure recently and will get better after a while."

"The day before yesterday, an old lady came to the clinic and always coughed, but she couldn't get used to the smell of honeysuckle tea and loquat paste. I told her the diarrhea you had used to drink." I kept talking.

He was unhappy to say these words to his friends, and he did not have close lovers to listen to his nagging. The only person who could listen to me saying these nonsense was his former grandma.

Ah, I put a bag of dirt bone skin in front of my grandma's tombstone: "Do you still remember that every summer, I sent me to the pharmacy to match dirt bone skin to you? I also brought this year's share."

"Grandma, I feel very tired recently..."??? I lowered my head, and the nervousness of the past few days made him a little fluttering. A gentle wind blew from the empty grave, like grandma's hand patting his shoulder kindly.

The wind stopped, and my shoulders were still being gently patted. He stood in front of the tombstone and did not dare to move. The shadow projected on the stone tomb. Grandma's tomb pile gradually disappeared in the shadow, and it showed a kind of gloomy and miserable feeling.

Suddenly, on one side of my shadow, a hand the size of a palm fan was stretched out, without a head or body, and only such a lonely hand patted his shoulder with an incredibly light force, like a pair of white bones stretched out from the ground.

Ah, I suddenly turned my head, and a shrill cry exploded in my ears. As he was dizzy, a black crow croaked and flew up behind him.

A pair of flapping wings shone with a faint green light in the sun, and the shadows were like two terrifying palms. Ah I was actually scared by a beast. I looked at the broken bird with a slight laughter. It didn't fly away. It picked up a high branch and settled down. The black eyes with blood-red light stared at him without blinking.

"What are you looking at?" I raised my fist at it. But it was not afraid, tilted its head, and continued to stare at me thoughtfully.

Does a bird have such a look? I have an illusion, as if the one staring at me is not an annoying crow, but a wise and advanced creature, and it seems to know itself.

This thought made my hair stand up. Suddenly, the bird swooped down without warning, and its sharp beaked eyes were about to poke into my eyes.

Ah, I was caught off guard and retreated repeatedly. The green crow wings raised a gust of wind and sand from the ground, blowing him unable to open his eyes.

Ah I don’t know why a crow has such great power. A pair of hands emerged from the void and brushed his side face, and a whisper rang in his ear: “I’m waiting for you at home…”

The wind stopped, and I stood in the cemetery and didn't move. His impression of the crow has never been bad, and he never thought he would get into such a evil spirit.

He remembered that one summer when he was a child, a crow was shot down by a naughty child next door with a slingshot. Grandma glared at him and scared the naughty child and turned his head and ran away. She muttered "It's such a sin" and picked up the injured crow.

The crow lived in their house for half a month. The two bandaged the wounds and fed the egg yolks and wheat flour. Although the crow was an unlucky bird, grandma thought it had the magic of foreseeing death, and I thought it was quite cute.

Thinking about it now, it may be just a rare kind among crows. What I am meeting now is the real black crow. As his steps move forward, it gets heavier and heavier. When the words "I'm waiting for you at home" appeared in front of me, the heat was hot and he felt dizzy. The invisible weights broke the line and hit the heart heavily.

The so-called "home" is the Chenghuang Temple that was just renovated last year. I suddenly remembered what I heard when I was a child that there was a secret that Yin soldiers borrowed the passage at night in the Cityhuang Temple.

In the small door room at the entrance of the City God Temple, the hunched old man saw me standing under the big wooden plaque and hesitated. He raised his head and asked, "If you want to enter, hurry up. I will close the door in two quarters of an hour."

I gritted my teeth and walked into the strict temple.

In the empty City God Temple, the light of the sunset was not bright and isolated by the dark temple gate. As he walked step by step, he seemed to feel the coolness of the square bricks at his feet, like a thin snake climbing up along his ankles and drilling into his heart.

As soon as I looked up, the expressionless City God looked down at him. Although he knew in his heart that the statue was just a lifeless mud body, he still couldn't help but rumble.

Ah, I bowed to this vicious god with a temporary lucky mentality: "Mr. Chenghuang, you..."

With a creak, the door of the hall was automatically closed to death without wind.

Ah, I was not panicked. In fact, his calves were trembling wildly. If the City God blinked at him now, he could wet his pants.

The tall statue with thick ink and heavy colors did not move, and nothing appeared in the dark hall. I held my breath, my scalp was tight, and my temples were thrust.

"You are here..."

Ah, I suddenly looked to the side, and a black shadow appeared in a corner of the hall in a blur.

With a "ding bell", something fell to the ground, and my body trembled. However, the door creaked and opened with a loud bang. The setting sun burned on the ground like an invisible flame, and a shiny key fell at my feet.

He bent down to pick up the key, and then raised his head, a mummy-white, shrouded face almost touched the tip of Ah My nose.

Ah, I finally couldn't help but scream.

"What are you doing when you roar and scream!" The old man frowned and scolded me.

"The closing time is up, why haven't you come out yet? Close the hall gate and then shut it down. Will you compensate if it is closed or not?"

Ah I followed him out of the City God Temple in a daze, holding the key that appeared out of thin air in my hand.

After I returned home, I let go of my stiff fingers and found that there was a small decoration hanging on the key. Compared to the ordinary brass key, this old decoration is more in line with the terrifying scene in the main hall of the City God Temple.

This is a thick metal piece of a small flat sailboat. I bought it when I was eight years old and gave it to my grandma as a birthday gift. He has long forgotten about it for so long.

Now this gadget appeared in front of me, as if it had been through time in the past, eager to tell him something.

Ah, I recalled the crows in the cemetery and the black shadows in the City God Temple. Is all this related to my death, the only relative in the world? After a person dies, can he come back again...

The night was dark, and I shivered, and didn't dare to think deeply, so I hurriedly threw the key into the cabinet.

A few days later, I couldn't tell what my mentality was, so I took out the key and took it to the restaurant and took it to the scene.

The key was given to my grandma. Which lock did this key be opened?

After grandma passed away, the elders of uncles and uncles had already turned her house upside down. Even if I knew the use of this key, I was afraid that the locked things would have been taken away. Therefore, he did not bother to think about what the key could open, but he had more elements of thinking about people when seeing things.

The last night I was shocked to be at the restaurant, but since the key fell into my hands, the power in the dark seemed to have achieved its goal, and all kinds of strange phenomena have never appeared again.

Ah I am still not sure that this is really related to grandma. The feeling is plausible. He repeatedly recalled the black shadow in the City God Temple, and the touches and whispers that appeared inexplicably in the cemetery. Sometimes he felt a kind of illusory familiarity, sometimes he felt terrifying and strange.

"What are you looking at? You're so trance?" Xiao Si shoved me. I came to my senses and felt that I was really a little obsessed. I got up and washed my face with water.

The light in the room was a little dark, and there was not a single person. I said to the young man with no eyes in the bronze mirror: "Okay, don't think too much, do your best!"

"You will understand when you open the box..." Ah I replied in the mirror, her lips slightly opened and she smiled sweetly.

Xiao Si ran into the clinic with a ghost-looking expression on his face, rushed to the edge of the basket and retching continuously.

"What's wrong, pregnancy reaction?" Xiao Si joked.

Ah I didn't bother to respond to him. The feeling of being strangled by terror and disgust in an instant almost killed him. He would never have thought that one day he would see such a demonic expression in the mirror.

"That's not me!" While retching, he told himself affirmatively that it was definitely not me.

"I'm going crazy." Sitting down panting, Xiao Si brought him a bowl of water, and I smiled at him with gratitude.

But before the corner of his mouth was opened, the horrifying scene in the mirror immediately appeared in his mind, and the smile became even worse than crying. (To be continued)
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