On the day I was born, many strange things happened in the village.
First, there was an old white-haired dog from Lao Wang’s family that had been raised for eight years. He put on a black robe, stood upright at the door of my house, and stretched out his hand to bow.
There were countless fat rats passing through the street and standing in front of my house for a long time in broad daylight.
The mice crossing the street naturally angered the cats in the village. As a result, the mice who used to be afraid of the cats were so bold today that they bitten them without hesitation.
In that cat-and-mouse battle, the streets were littered with corpses. Although countless mice died, more than thirty cats were also killed.
The villagers were stunned, but some knowledgeable old people said that white dogs pretending to be humans and rats eating cats are contrary to common sense and reversal of human relations. In ancient times, it would have caused chaos in the world!
At first, people did not associate these things with my family, until that night, people heard the sound of singing and singing coming from the open space in front of my house.
A person with good intentions put on his clothes and went out to watch a play, only to find that the opera singers on the stage were actually made of white paper, and the spectators around him were of all kinds, ranging from a yellow man with sneaky eyes to a smelly gray fox.
There are also mandrills with green faces and fangs that look like fierce ghosts.
The most important thing is that these mountain spirits and ghosts are also surrounding a coffin. The coffin is erected, and an old woman with white face and gray hair is standing in it, looking at it with gusto.
This frightened the villagers out of their wits, and they ran away. After returning to their homes, they got into bed and shivered. They begged all the gods they knew, from the Jade Emperor to Jesus Christ.
That night, everyone in my family, including my family, was so scared that they almost didn't sleep all night.
After dawn, the mountain elves and wild monsters disappeared, leaving only a mess, proving that everyone was not dreaming last night.
At that time, rural areas were generally very superstitious. When something like this happened, it made the villagers even more panic-stricken. They were worried that my family was targeting something.
It was on this day that my grandfather came in a hurry from the mountains wearing a ragged fur coat. He was beaten and kicked without explanation, beating his father and two uncles until their scalps were bleeding and they were in a miserable state. After the beating, he hugged Shang Zai again.
As a baby, I cried bitterly.
After the father and two uncles received a beating, they cautiously came over and said, "Dad, I have been beaten and scolded, but there must be an explanation for what happened to this child, right?"
Grandpa glared at them gloomily and said, "You must be guilty and hated by both humans and ghosts!"
What does it mean to wear a sinful body and hate both humans and ghosts?
Grandpa didn't tell me, and my father and two uncles didn't dare to ask. Anyway, it meant that it was fate that I survived, and if I died, I deserved it.
Whether you live or die, it depends on whether you can resist tonight or not!
Grandpa was right. Before nightfall, I developed a high fever. In just two hours, I took my last breath three times, but I was forced back every time.
In the middle of the night, my grandfather drove away the clinic doctor who gave me the injection, wrapped me up in a tattered leather jacket and kept me there all night. He was shirtless, holding me with one hand, while he and his uncles jumped around and cursed, until
He scolded him until his voice became hoarse and his mouth became dry and he did not stop.
It wasn't until dawn that an old woman cursed viciously on the roof, and I finally recovered and saved my life.
But my grandfather and the uncles who were standing around the house fell seriously ill because of this, and they lay in bed for more than a month before they recovered.
Later I heard that that night, there was a white-haired animal lying on the roof that was constantly sucking my soul. If my grandfather, father, and uncles hadn't blocked it for me, I would not have survived.
Later, my grandfather gave me a name, Zhang Jiu Zui. It means that I have been a sinful person from the day I was born.
The so-called nine sins are killing, greed, violence, deception, envy, laziness, lust, arrogance, and vanity.
I have inherited my father's dull character since I was a child. He doesn't like to talk or socialize with others. When I was in school, I rarely played with my classmates.
Logically speaking, a personality like mine would always be unpopular, but my grandfather was very pleased and would always take me to sit in his shabby adobe house every time I was out of school.
Although it is said to be a shabby adobe house, it is actually very neat and clean inside. There are no snakes, insects, rats or ants.
Of course, there is a reason why I like to go to my grandpa’s shabby house. There are many books in his house, some are yellowed and old books of unknown age, and there are also all kinds of newly printed books.
Most of these books record some strange things. Some tell the story of exorcists subduing demons, and some tell strange stories from various places. They contain profound knowledge of Qimen and Bagua, as well as the seventy-two Taoism in Buddhist legends.
ghost.
There are even some books that are my grandfather's own handwritten notes and then stitched together with needlework.
I like reading this kind of book very much, because the records in the book are like another world, with people and monsters, evil and demons, ghosts and corpses.
There are exorcists holding rune wooden swords, corpse hunters who divide gold points, fortune telling masters who can see through life and death, and Feng Shui masters who travel the world.
Every story in the book actually satisfied my childhood yearning for the outside society.
At this glance, it is six years.
It wasn't until I was in high school that, in order to cope with more studies, I rarely went to my grandfather's school to study. But what makes me sad is that during the three years of high school, although I thought I was good at both character and academics, even if I couldn't get into a prestigious university, the government's
The key points should be out of the question.
Just a few days after the college entrance examination, another serious illness struck me, completely shattering my college dream.
That serious illness came and went quickly. It came when the college entrance examination started, and left immediately when the college entrance examination ended. It made me wonder if God was specifically against me and refused to let me go to college.
Chance.
After the news spread, my parents sighed and the villagers looked at me with pity, but only grandpa smiled, touched his beard and said, good thing, good thing.
The failure in the college entrance examination made me even more silent. I was fully prepared to repeat the study for another year and fight again next year. But at this time, two Maybachs suddenly came to the village.
In recent years, people's living conditions have gradually improved, and some well-off families have bought cars, but they are only low-end models such as Wuling Hongguang, Haval, and Zotye.
It is still rare to see such luxury cars costing several million.
The most important thing is that the two cars kept going along the country road and finally stopped at the door of grandpa's adobe house.
Then five or six men and women got out of the car. The men were in suits and leather shoes and looked impressive, while the women were well-dressed and had beautiful makeup.
After they got off the car, they took out two file boxes from the trunk, and then knocked respectfully on Grandpa's door.