"Master." I exclaimed in surprise and hurried up to help him.
Xue Laowu was also very frightened and said anxiously: "Uncle Musheng, are you okay?"
Grandpa half-knelt on the ground, breathing heavily and said: "It's okay, it's okay, I stepped on the mud and couldn't walk steadily."
I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, pointed at the yellow incense that was broken into powder and said, "What should I do? Should I order it again?"
Grandpa hesitated for a moment and sighed: "Forget it, it's almost finished burning and it's not extinguished yet, so it should be fine."
Xue Laowu echoed: "Then I'll go out and call someone."
Grandpa nodded silently, patted the plaster on his body and warned: "Tie it to the chopping board and make the rope tighter."
Soon, Xue Laowu led seven or eight men from the same village to tie up the pigs.
After struggling for more than half an hour, several people were sweating profusely and finally tied up the fat pig, which weighed more than 400 kilograms, and carried it outside.
After that, everything went smoothly.
As grandpa stabbed the pig's neck with a knife, the big fat pig howled like thunder and died immediately.
As for me, I don't know if it was dazzling or an illusion. When my grandfather cut off the pig's head and was about to take it away, I saw a golden light floating on the pig's body.
The golden light flew into the air and converged into a blurry face.
He looked at grandpa, looked at me, smiled coldly, and finally turned into black mist and slowly dispersed.
On the way home, the more I thought about it, the more disturbing I became, and I couldn't help but tell my grandfather about the strange scene I saw.
Grandpa didn't say anything, but I saw his right hand holding the pig's head clenched tightly and seemed to be trembling slightly.
"Master?" I shouted uneasily in my heart.
"Well, you must have seen it wrong." Grandpa said to himself: "It is easy to be dazzled when it snows. I saw a silver dragon in the sky last year. Guess what? It was a knot on the telephone pole.
Made of ice sculptures.”
After saying that, grandpa laughed loudly and said: "Let's go home and let your grandma braise the pig's head. Let's eat your favorite pig's head tonight."
Seeing that my grandfather was so sure but didn't take it seriously at all, I couldn't help but suspect that I was really wrong.
Little did we know that after that night, grandpa left us forever and hanged himself under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village.
Without warning, unexpectedly.
No one knows why grandpa committed suicide, and no one knows when he left home.
The first person to discover my grandfather's body was Li Baldy, a tofu maker in the village.
Li Baldy has to go to town to sell tofu at a stall every morning, so he has to leave at three or four in the morning every day.
In his words, when he rode a tricycle to the entrance of the village, he was so frightened that he almost peed his pants.
Fortunately, Bald Li saw his grandfather's face clearly and rushed to my house to report the news.
At 4:36 in the morning, my dad carried my grandfather’s body back home.
Grandma cried until she was paralyzed and unconscious, and my father knelt on the ground and burst into tears.
As for me, I don't know how to describe my mood at that moment.
I couldn't believe it, it hurt my bones, and I still felt regretful.
Yes, I regret it.
I regret not keeping an eye on grandpa, and regret not letting him light the broken Wenshen Incense again.
Otherwise, I can't explain why my grandpa committed suicide when he was in good condition.
After dawn, the village was in a state of excitement, and all the neighbors were shocked by Grandpa's sudden death.
But the most talked about thing is that grandpa killed too many animals and suffered retribution.
I sat stupidly in the room, watching my dad prepare for the funeral with red eyes, looking at the clothes and shoes my grandpa wore before his death, the porcelain teapot he held every day, and the butcher knife that had been with him for decades, and I burst into tears.
Like rain.
I helped my grandpa wake up at night, and all three uncles came. When talking about grandpa's death, everyone focused on me.
The uncle said in a kind tone: "Ning Zi, I don't believe that your grandfather suffered retribution. There are so many pigs killed in the world, why is it that your grandfather's death is so mysterious? Tell me, did you encounter anything strange when you killed the pig yesterday?
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While the second uncle was burning paper money for his grandfather, he muttered: "Yes, I heard Xue Laowu, who came here to express his condolences today, said that your father put out the incense to ask the gods yesterday. What the hell happened?"
I sat in the corner, looking at the photo of my grandfather placed on the mourning hall, and told me everything that happened yesterday with tears in my eyes.
When he heard me say that there was golden light coming from the pig, the uncle subconsciously stood up and said in a hoarse voice: "Lingguan pig, is there really a Lingguan pig?"
The second uncle's face turned pale, and he said in fear: "It's probably true, otherwise why would our father commit suicide for no reason? This is not karma. This is clearly caused by the evil spirit of the Spirit Official Pig, which has obsessed his mind."
My dad had been squatting on the threshold smoking a cigarette. When he heard the cigarette butt snap and break into two pieces, he said, "Ning Zi went with our dad. He..."
My father didn't say the next words, but the eldest uncle and the second uncle looked at each other with solemn expressions.
"Let's find Mr. Yin and Yang to come and take a look tomorrow. I'm worried..." My dad stopped talking while pinching the butt of his already extinguished cigarette. He just looked at me with worry in his eyes.
The second uncle said in a panic: "I want to ask a gentleman to figure it out. Then, after our father is buried in peace, I will personally go to the city to hire a more powerful Mr. Yin and Yang."
I was confused by what I heard. Grandpa is already dead. Is there any use in inviting Mr. Yin and Yang?
Just when I was about to ask, my third uncle, who had been crazy since childhood, suddenly said: "Ningzi is going to die, Ningzi is going to die too."
"Third brother." The uncle shouted sternly: "What nonsense are you talking about? Go back and sleep."
"Hehehe, I saw it, I saw Ningzi dead." Sanbo danced and babbling with weird smiles.
My heart went numb when I heard it, and I even felt a chill coming from my back. I was so cold that I felt stiff and had goosebumps all over my body.
If it were someone else who cursed me like this, no matter how good-tempered and well-educated I am, I would slap him in the face a few times to let him know that he can eat whatever he wants but can't say anything he wants.
It's a pity that the person who cursed me to death was none other than my third uncle.
But he is still a lunatic.
Do you think I can argue with my crazy third uncle?
"Second brother, you can send the third child back to sleep. We can keep watch over him. Don't let him cause trouble here." The uncle said angrily.
The second uncle was afraid that I would be upset, so he comforted me in a soft voice: "Ning Zi, don't listen to your third uncle's crazy words. The crazy words are just like dreams. You have to listen to them in reverse."
After that, the second uncle forced the third uncle, who was still talking nonsense, out of the mourning hall.
The snow was still falling, falling lightly. I looked at the time, and it was already past one in the morning. At this time, my eyelids were so sleepy that my upper and lower eyelids were fighting. But because I had to keep a vigil for my grandfather, I could only force myself to lean on the chair and take a nap.
I don’t know how much time passed, but in a daze, I seemed to see someone walking in from outside the yard.
It was a man, wearing an ancient official robe and a golden crown, who swaggered to the front of his grandfather's mourning hall.
He looked at his grandfather's photo with an expressionless face, and a sneer smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Just when I was curious about this man's identity, his face suddenly turned into a pig's head strangely, and he grinned at me and said, "Su Musheng deserves to die, and so do you."
"boom."
Like thunder in winter, the pig-headed man exploded into black mist and disappeared without a trace in front of Grandpa's mourning hall.
