In this world, there are some things that are invisible, intangible, illusory, or what people think are nonsense. You believe it or not, but it is spread and presented in an incredible and mysterious way, making it difficult for science to explain
, which makes people unable to let go.
…
My name is Yinxia, which means Yin in the cloudy day and Xia in the summer. I am sixteen years old and I am from Q City.
I grew up in a poor single-parent family. In the eyes of others, I was a withdrawn, weird, and unsociable child.
The most valuable thing in our house is the ancient telephone placed by my bedside.
My father said that the telephone was older than me and was a very precious thing in his generation. At the same time, it was also a token of love for him and his mother when they met and got married.
With the progress of the times, we did not throw it away because it was outdated. Instead, we kept it on my bedside and used it as an alarm clock to tell the time.
Looking at it, I remembered the scene when my father's tall figure would stare at him in a daze, missing my mother.
According to my father, my mother died in childbirth when I was born.
Now, I can only see her beautiful face and figure from the only remaining yellowed photo. My mother has two ponytails, she looks like my sister, which is sealed in my memory.
.
For as long as I can remember, my father would work in the factory from dawn to dusk, and I would almost always stay at home alone.
Therefore, I have always been withdrawn, timid, and afraid of the dark.
Whenever night falls and I lie in bed, all the imaginary horrors are crowded in my mind, just like reality. My palms are sweaty, my legs are trembling, my scalp is numb, and my whole body is sweating.
You don’t know, I’m just afraid of the darkness at night, afraid that I won’t be able to get out, and afraid that terrible things will be hidden in the darkness. When I wake up, I’m afraid that I won’t be able to see the sun tomorrow. Really, I’m so scared.
jingle!
The old and worn-out telephone timed the time on time. Listening to the familiar melody and familiar voice, I fell asleep without even realizing it.
In the dream, it was still that night, and it was still that forest.
It seemed like the moon was hovering alone in the sky, emitting a dim and eerie light that slanted down, and it seemed like the night was filled with mist and drizzle.
The tall building that looks like an ancient castle standing in the distance can be vaguely seen with its edges blurred by the darkness. From a distance, it looks like a face with blood and flesh, which is dark and scary.
The human-shaped dead trees that were as decayed as bones around them looked like they had been decapitated, with their hands stretched toward the sky, as if they were whispering.
The hemp rope hanging under the branch was blown heavily by the wind. A female corpse with soaked clothes swayed slightly. The rope tightened the corpse's neck, the facial muscles contracted downward, and the tongue in the throat stretched out of her mouth desperately.
, the eye sockets are wide open, and the round eyeballs are staring blankly at the ground or deeper.
The long, damp black hair is stuck to her head. If you look closely, she looks like a young girl. The pair of red women's shoes on her feet are particularly shocking.
The red shoes were simple and old-fashioned, with mottled lines and patches of exposed leather on the dull red surface.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning lit up, and the shadow of the female corpse was instantly reflected on the ground. What was chilling was that three figures appeared on the ground.
No, it couldn't be said to be a human figure, there was no one around the dead tree.
There was only the biting wind, carrying the raindrops, making a 'buzzing' whistle. The shadow that appeared on the ground out of thin air was like a human figure, or a shadow looking up from the ground.
They surrounded the female corpse, as if they were welcoming her, and they seemed to be waiting... I don't know how long it took, but when the lightning subsided, they disappeared into the night together.
The world is silent, the wind and rain disappear.
Only the female corpse hanging on the branch emitted two rays of light that shook the heaven and earth.
These two rays of light instantly reflected two different roads, the white one leading to heaven and the dark one leading to hell.
Yes, at this time, this is how I defined the two roads.
"Woooooooo..."
There seems to be a very soft voice between heaven and earth, faintly weeping and whining, echoing in my ears.
In an instant, the white crow that was staying next to the tree branch of the woman's corpse suddenly started up, flapped its wings and disappeared on the road leading to heaven.
And my body involuntarily drifted towards the road leading to hell.
In my eyes, the scenery turned pale in an instant, and then turned black, and the sound of crying suddenly lingered and filled me. It made my hair stand on end, terrified, but there was no way to escape, and my soul was naked~
stiff.
His vision blurred, and his blurred eyes were filled with despair, trembling in the torn night with the pitch-black night.
Death, the darkness of fear, the world seems to sink into darkness, the sky and the earth are dark, and the plaintive crying is entangled with the wind and fills the entire sky.
The sound of skin beginning to fester filled the air and was suffocating.
Could this... be coming from hell?
suddenly!
A pale face appeared in my field of vision. Slowly, slowly, the young girl in red floated toward me, leaving a long trail of blood in the air.
shudder!
My pupils dilated unconsciously and my nails dug into my palms.
Because of her extremely pale face, her eyes stared at me, as if they wanted to devour everything in the darkness.
My heart beats very fast, and the blood in my body swells. As my heart beats, the temperature rises and falls. At the same time, I feel like my body is falling continuously, as if I am about to float into the abyss.
Fear spread in my heart, a rush of hot blood rushed to my head, and my head buzzed. My eyes widened in panic, and terror hit me, like cold water pouring over me, making me paralyzed.
My heart felt like something was filling, pressing, and squeezing it... It was so tight that I couldn't even breathe out, and my upper and lower teeth were fighting against each other.
The blood in the whole body seemed to be frozen and stopped flowing, the heart seemed to be clamped in a vise, the mind was spinning, and there were sharp and ghostly sounds in the ears.
She...her searching eyes stared at me closely, and seemed to be examining me.
"Who...are you? Where did you come from? What are you trying to do?" I screamed incoherently with what little sense I had left.
Jingle bell! Jingle bell!
A phone rang to tell the time, and I suddenly sat up from the bed. My hair stood on end, my head was sweating profusely, and my back felt cold.
"Having another nightmare."
I suddenly turned on the light switch and calmed down my pounding heart. I reached out and gently picked up the phone.
Looking at the photo posted on the phone, I shouted softly: "Mom, was it you who woke me up from that terrible dream? But I have experienced this scene for three years. It is this time every time.
, this point.”
Click!
Just as I was gently stroking the yellowed photo, one side of the phone suddenly popped open, revealing a piece of rough-edged paper.
I couldn't help but wonder, stretched out my hand, took out the rough-edged paper, and spread it out gently.
"I was born in Yinxia, Jisi year, Renshen month, Gengzi day, and Gengchen hour."
Boom!
My mind was like a bolt from the blue.
In other words, I was born on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month in the Year of the Snake. I was a child born on the lunar month in a yin year. As if I had discovered something terrible, I read along the paper.
"This is the fate of Yin. The Yin star falls on the body of a baby boy, and the fate of the mother, wife, and daughter is suppressed."
Was my mother killed by me?
My eyes were dull for a while, and the corners of my mouth seemed to be filled with yellow lotus, trembling as I murmured to myself.
"Put it in the Yin, leave me a technique to cover it up, close your eyes with the good method, and don't open it until the number of double sevens is full. Remember, remember!"
ps: The new book has been released. While everyone is in the trap, I hope to add it to my favorites and vote. I am grateful and bow to you!!