Chapter 6 Chapter 6 Cleanse the Ghost Blood

I asked my grandfather why the Ruoji ghost wanted to kill the horse butcher. Grandpa told me it was the horse butcher's first dead son.That son died of illness, unlike the other sons who died inexplicably.After that son died, the horse butcher buried him in Huaghou Den and never visited him again.After the death of the horse butcher's first son, his wife gave birth to another child shortly after. The horse butcher loved his hard-earned second son so much that he even hugged him when he went to the butcher's stall to sell meat.Maybe his first son saw him when he passed by Huaghou's Nest to go to the meat stall with his son in his arms, so the first son felt that it was unfair to him, so he got the idea of ​​harming others, and killed the horse butcher in a row. of three sons.But the horse butcher didn't believe in evil until he heard the conversation of the two ghosts with his own ears.

I felt a little sympathetic to that Ruoji ghost, but I dared not close my eyes when I thought of its appearance, for fear that it would appear in front of me as soon as I opened my eyes. Back home, grandpa caught a rooster from the coop.There are four native chickens in the coop that have been raised for half a year. They sleep soundly. When Grandpa grabbed one of them, the other chickens grunted twice, expressing their dissatisfaction with disturbing their sleep, and then closed their eyes again. asleep.The rooster that was unfortunately caught didn't know that the danger was coming, and it didn't startle or scream, but turned its little head around, wondering why the owner brought it up at such a sleeping time.

Grandpa tied the rooster's feet with string, took out a kitchen knife from the kitchen, and pulled the rooster's neck.Before the rooster crowed, blood gushed out of its throat and was caught by a large porcelain bowl.The rooster kept twitching in Grandpa's hand, and the chicken claws grabbed it a few times out of thin air, and then it softened.Grandpa wrapped the chicken head upside down in the wings.I don't understand why Grandpa wraps the chicken's head inside the rooster's own wings, as if it were tickling its armpit with its beak. Grandpa said: "It is going over the mountain."

I asked, "What crossed the mountain?" Grandpa said: "Its soul has passed the mountain and we will boil water to pluck its hair. Now its soul has not passed the mountain. The soul will really die after passing the mountain." The soul of a rooster floats across the mountain that divides yin and yang. Grandpa said: "When a person dies, he has to drink Mengpo soup and cross the Naihe Bridge. When a beast dies, he has to cross the mountain to reach the underworld." He stirred the big porcelain bowl with chopsticks as he spoke, and the blood of the chicken swirled with the chopsticks. into a swirl. "Come here." Grandpa waved to me.

I walked over, and grandpa tore off a rag, dipped it in chicken blood and smeared it on my arm.There was black blood on my arm, it was the ghost blood of the Ruoji ghost.Grandpa kneaded vigorously on the place where the chicken blood was smeared, trying to rub off the ghost blood, which made my bones hurt and I almost shed tears.Grandpa said: "Be patient! If you don't clean it, you will become dull and stupid, and you won't be able to become a college student in the future." I can go to college well now, and I also want to thank my grandpa for the pair of hands that were so strong that they could be twisted off. Pole in hand.

And the ghost blood on his own hands was not washed clean, so that later his hand veins popped up and twisted like earthworms, and he trembled a little when he lit a cigarette. At that time, I raised my other hand and smelled the ghost blood splashed on my hand. It stinks worse than dog shit.I sneezed three times in a row.Grandpa laughed and said: "The smell of feces is three-point fragrant, and the smell of human beings is irresistible." That ghost blood is indeed more smelly than feces. After washing with chicken blood, I found the wine I hadn't finished drinking when I went out, and rubbed it on my arm for a while, and finally the smell disappeared.Grandpa yawned and said, "Go to sleep, there's still work to do tomorrow. The Ruoji ghost still needs to be dealt with."

I didn't sleep well that night, and I could vaguely smell the stench of ghost blood in my dream, and I was always worried that I didn't wash it off just now.I woke up several times at night and heard my grandfather snoring on the wooden bed next door, accompanied by the grasshopper in the corner.The night of the first ghost hunting is still vivid in my mind, and my memory is still fresh.Since grandpa stopped hunting ghosts, I never heard grandpa snoring in sleep again. The next day when my grandpa asked me to go to the ghost den, I was still lazy on the bed and didn't want to get up.I heard grandpa's call in a daze, answered lazily and continued to sleep.Grandpa stretched his cold hand into my bed, squeezed my armpit, and a numb feeling of being shocked by the electric shock spread all over my body, and my drowsiness disappeared immediately.

Grandpa smiled and looked at me in amazement, and said, "Your soul may have been out of your body last night. Seeing those ghosts made me playful, so I couldn't get up in the morning." I was startled and asked, "Has my soul gone?" Grandpa said: "I just came back after being pinched. The heart of a living person can hold the soul, and the soul of a dead person will disperse. You are still young, and the soul also loves to play. It is inevitable that sometimes the heart can't hold on to it." soul." I said, "Grandpa, how do you know?" Grandpa said, "Can you hear me and answer me, but you can't move?"

I nodded, that was indeed the case just now. Grandpa smiled and said: "That's right. Come on, get up, you still have to help me carry things." When Grandpa smiled, the wrinkles on his face squeezed together, and the smile was scattered among the furrows. Makes you feel very comfortable. We swallowed a few mouthfuls of food so-so and set off.Grandpa carried a small bag of white rice and a mountain ax on his shoulder.I helped grandpa hold a handful of bamboo.In this way, our grandpa and grandson walked towards Huaghou Nest through the mist.