I don't understand this, but I feel that if ghosts really exist, it must be the rules of the Yin and Yang worlds, otherwise the world will be in chaos. If your grandfather doesn't reincarnate, there should be something he can't let go of.
That is to say, you, maybe you are worried about your marriage. Once you get married, this matter may be gone. My second uncle made a rare joke to me.
But he still hasn't called me "grandpa". He just calls me "grandpa" instead.
I didn't pay attention to this. Regarding the joke made by my second uncle, I just said: I would rather believe that he put away the private money. So I have been worried about him even after he passed away.
We had nothing to say after that. But with these few words, I was already satisfied, because I felt that as long as we continue to communicate like this, the relationship between my second uncle and I will become more and more harmonious. It’s not that I
I can't stand his silence, but when a family is under the same roof, who doesn't want to get along well with each other?
Almost an hour passed, and it was already two o'clock in the morning. I wasn't very sleepy, so I said to my second uncle, "Uncle, why don't you squint for a while?"
As soon as I finished speaking, I suddenly heard someone call: Xiaofan.
The ancestral hall was full of memorial tablets. Apart from these, there were only the two of us and Third Grandpa in the coffin. I thought someone would come to pay homage to Third Grandpa at such a late hour, so I replied: Who is that?
However, no one answered me.
My hair stood up in an instant. Although this ancestral hall was full of ancestors of our Lin family, it didn't stop my fear.
I yelled loudly: Someone please stop making trouble.
At this moment, someone called out again: Xiaofan
The sound was very ethereal, like the ghostly sounds in ghost movies. It scared me to the point of breaking out in cold sweat.
I looked at my second uncle, and he also had a serious look on his face.
Because I heard it, it was my third grandfather’s voice. And the source of the voice was actually in the coffin in front of me.
My first reaction when encountering this kind of thing was to immediately hold a handful of paper money and throw it into the brazier. Immediately, I knocked down the heads of several statues and shouted to the coffin: Third Grandpa, please don’t scare me.
I'm not a very cowardly person, but when it comes to this kind of thing, I can't help but be cowardly. If anyone dares to tell me that there are no ghosts in this world, I will slap him to death.
Third Grandpa, do you have any orders? I kowtowed and shouted.
I admit, I was really frightened at this time and my mind almost went blank.
The second uncle stood up at this time. He walked slowly towards the coffin. I couldn't tell the situation clearly, but I knew that it was definitely unwise to approach the coffin at this time. It can be said that if there were not two people here, the second uncle and I.
, I had already run away just now.
Second uncle, what are you doing? I shouted.
He made a silencing gesture towards me and slowly approached the coffin.
My heart was already in my throat, and most of the fear in my heart was transferred to worry about my second uncle.
Just as the second uncle approached the coffin, the coffin placed on a long table suddenly began to shake violently, and a crackling sound came from inside.
It's like a person farting in a series of loudspeakers.
Second uncle, run quickly. I am seeing this situation. If it were in a Hong Kong and Taiwan horror movie, a zombie-like third grandfather would probably break through the coffin boards and run out in the next moment.
But at this moment, the second uncle jumped up, stood on the coffin board, and shouted to me: Go catch a big multi-colored rooster, hurry up, make sure the fur on the body is of various colors.
At this time, I couldn't care about anything else at all. Now someone asked me to come back with a bowl of Rexiang. As long as I could restrain the ghosts, I could have some on the spot and immediately rushed out of the ancestral hall.
Roosters, wherever there are roosters in the mountains, the most indispensable thing is this thing.
There was a chicken coop in the ancestral hall, which contained the chickens raised by the third grandfather during his lifetime. I ran over, opened the door of the chicken coop, and looked for the multi-colored roosters like a madman.
But, no, there are black ones and white ones. But there are no colorful ones.
I was so anxious that I almost cried. At this moment, a female voice suddenly came from beside me and asked me: Brother Xiaofan, what are you looking for?
As soon as I heard the voice, I looked over under the moonlight and saw a graceful figure. The woman who was still calling me at this time was still calling me Brother Xiaofan. Who else could it be besides Lin Xiaoyao?
Little demon, please tell me where there is a rooster. I ran over to the colorful rooster, shook her shoulders and said.
I have one at home. Why are you looking for a colorful cock? She asked me loudly.
Take me there quickly. I grabbed her and rushed to Lin Sanshui's home. At this time, I only had one thought: I couldn't let anything happen to my second uncle.
I ran all the way to Lin Xiaoyao's house. I knocked on the door frantically. The person who opened the door for me was Wu Miaoke. What caught my eye were her two breasts that were half exposed.
White, still snow white.
But what else can I do at this time besides giving her a hard look?
Auntie, I want to catch a colorful rooster, I said eagerly.
Go catch it quickly, what else are you talking about, no need to say hello. Lin Xiaoyao pushed me from behind and shouted.
I looked back at Lin Miaoke who was arranging his clothes and said, Auntie, I will explain to you later.
Go quickly, Xiaofan, she said to me.
I caught a colorful rooster in the chicken coop, and I didn’t bother to say hello to them. I rushed back to the ancestral hall like crazy. When I arrived at the ancestral hall, I saw my second uncle standing on the coffin board in a very strange posture.
Come on.
He was standing on it at first. But now he was on the coffin board, playing handstand.
Second uncle, the colorful rooster has arrived, I cried.
He flipped around in the air, jumped to the ground, and took the cock in my hand. At this time, the coffin board was shaking so much that it almost broke through in the next moment.
He pushed his second uncle away and said to me.
I told you what to push away.
Coffin board he said.
Can it be done? I suddenly feel that my second uncle is very strange. Maybe this is the real second uncle, but his behavior makes me very unsure. What if he can't do it?
Drive quickly, we won't be able to cure him when he comes out on his own. The second uncle also has sweat on his face.
I couldn't care too much at this time, and my second uncle was probably not an unreliable person. I took out a crowbar from the corner and knocked open the still shaking coffin board.
This was definitely courting death. It was tantamount to letting the tiger go home. After I opened a crack, I immediately stepped aside with the crowbar and stared at the coffin closely.
Then I saw a hand covered with white hair inside, climbing up the edge of the coffin.
When my second uncle came out and I saw that hand, I almost peeed in fear.
At this time, the second uncle saw the altar in front of the coffin, which was filled with sacrificial objects to the third grandfather, and a chopstick. He broke the chopsticks, and with a very skillful technique, he stabbed the rooster in his hand with the chopsticks.
On his neck, his hands were strong, and the colorful cock in his hands struggled wildly, but could not move at all.
The second uncle grabbed two chicken legs with one hand and pulled the chicken's head with the other. He approached the coffin and dripped the still dripping blood onto his white-haired hand.
With a hiss, when the hand came into contact with the scarlet chicken blood, a stream of white smoke came out, like the sound of boiling water being burned.
The hand quickly retreated, but the second uncle didn't stop and put his hand into the crack I just opened. Even though all the chicken blood dripped in, white smoke kept coming out of the coffin, and there was a violent
of screams.
It took five minutes for everything to calm down.
Is it okay? I asked.
Well, close the coffin board and remember not to let others see the contents inside. The second uncle wiped the sweat from his face.
Just as I was about to nod, I saw the glint in my second uncle's eyes, which made me shudder again. This glint was revealed once when the third grandpa said he was a concubine, and I felt it was murderous intent.
I followed his gaze and saw Lin Xiaoyao standing at the door biting his fingers to prevent himself from making any sound.
I felt something strange about my second uncle. He grabbed another broken chopstick in his hand and started walking towards the door.
I suddenly thought of that night in the pond.
That pair of hand-made thousand-layer cloth shoes.