Chapter 7 Chapter VII Bamboo Nail Imprisonment

The fog that day was so thick that water could be squeezed out with a handful of hands.Visibility is not good, at most we can see things five meters away, as if we were walking in rice soup.Both ends of the road under our feet are covered by thick fog, and there is a feeling of walking in the underworld shown on TV. Along the road I walked last night to Huaghou Nest, there was a terrible silence.The small tombs are like sleeping people covered by blankets, but the people in the blankets are stiff and motionless.I chose to walk along the small drainage ditch between the tombs, not daring to step on the edge of the tombs, for fear of waking them up.

Grandpa opened the bag of white rice, grabbed a handful of white rice and threw it into the air, shouting: "Hey!" I remember that before the dead here were buried, there was a mage who grabbed a handful of white rice and put it into a dark and shiny coffin with a big end and a small end. Sprinkle on top.I guess it was a way to comfort the dead, so I followed my grandfather's example while shouting and throwing rice.After spreading the rice in the bag, grandpa cut off the bamboo I brought with a mountain axe and cut it into the shape of a nail. Grandpa said to the grave where the Ruo Ji ghost was buried last night: "I'm sorry." He inserted more than a dozen bamboo nails around the grave, and then hammered them into the soil one by one with a mountain axe.Grandpa knocked on the bamboo nails and chatted with the Ruoji ghost: "Don't blame us for being cruel, the son of the horse butcher is safe only if you are pinned up and you are not allowed to come out. You have no choice but to lose your temper. Bless his son to grow up healthily. When his son reaches the age of twelve, we will remove these bamboo nails and let you reincarnate properly as a human being."

It turned out that Grandpa wanted to crucify the Ruoji ghost to prevent it from coming out to harm others.Just as Grandpa was nailing the last bamboo nail, a strange wind suddenly blew up, and the wind circled around the tomb, making a whirring sound like a rapid panting sound.There was new soil on the tomb and no grass, but the wild grass around was disturbed by the strange wind and surged irregularly. Grandpa and I seemed to be standing on withered yellow waves. Grandpa knocked hard on the last bamboo nail, but when the mountain ax knocked it down, the bamboo nail rose up, as if there was a strange force under the soil that pushed the bamboo nail up, struggling to resist the confinement of the bamboo nail.

"Damn it, it's started to behave mischievously. Liangzi, come quickly and help Grandpa." Grandpa said nervously. I asked in amazement: "Didn't you have nothing to do just now? Why did this happen all of a sudden?" Grandpa said: "The bamboo nails in front have not yet formed a complete formation, and it doesn't notice it. Once the last bamboo nail is nailed down, the whole formation begins to form a confinement, and it will have consciousness. It is resisting my bamboo nails below. .” I held the bamboo nail so that it was perpendicular to the ground so that my grandpa could hit the bamboo nail with the greatest strength.

But it still doesn't work.Grandpa knocked down a little, and when he was about to knock again, the bamboo nail jumped up desperately, and I couldn't hold it with my hand.The strange wind is still calling around us, as if to scare away the two who imprisoned it.Maybe it was because I felt the power of Grandpa last night, but the strange wind just made strange noises from the side, and didn't come close to us. I suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said, "Grandpa, if you continue to knock at night, you won't be able to knock in. Let's change the method." Grandpa was a little exhausted and asked out of breath, "What can you think of?"

I said: "The last bamboo nail has the effect of confinement, and the front bamboo nails can't be felt temporarily, right?" Grandpa said with difficulty: "Yes." I said: "Then I will pull out a bamboo nail first, and then we will knock together. In this way, it will not be able to tell which is the last bamboo nail!" I am happy for my idea, just like answering a difficult problem raised by a teacher in class Just as happy. Grandpa crossed his hips to adjust his breathing, thought for a while, and said, "I don't know if it will work. Just try it and you will know."

So I pulled out a bamboo nail with great effort on the other side of the tomb, and then found a large mica stone next to the tomb, waiting for Grandpa's instructions.Grandpa nodded to me, and I watched as grandpa's mountain ax knocked down the mica stone together. Unexpectedly, this trick really worked, and the two bamboo nails were easily knocked into the soil.When my grandpa and I knocked for the last time at the same time, the strange wind suddenly weakened and disappeared.The weeds stopped, quietly guarding the side of the tomb. Grandpa said: "My grandson is really smart, and I will take you with me when I catch ghosts in the future. Maybe your strange ideas can help me a lot. This time, you are not timid and not afraid of ghosts. Ghosts are In this way, the more you are afraid of it, the more it will bully you." It was this time that my inspiration flashed, and my grandpa saw me differently, no longer seeing me as a cowardly grandson, but as his ghost hunter Little helper.This change of grandpa made me indescribably happy, and a little cleverness just now made me full of confidence.

That being said, I still have a natural awe of ghosts.