Chapter 9 Chapter Nine Going to the Haunted House

On the night of the seventh day, the horse butcher went to the ghost den according to his grandfather's request.That night, my grandfather and I didn't go to accompany him, and went to bed early, but I was woken up by a word from my grandfather in the middle of the night.So I don't know what he did when he went to Huaghou Nest, but according to what the horse butcher himself told later, I was able to know the whole unusual process.This process may be mixed with my personal imagination, but this does not affect me to tell you the whole real process here.When encountering similar situations in later stories, I will still tell them in this way without missing anything.

Before the horse butcher went out, his son suddenly had a severe fever, and a layer of skin died on his lips, wrinkled like an old man.The horse butcher's daughter-in-law grabbed him and begged, "Don't go worshiping ghosts. It's important to send the child to the hospital. He has a really bad fever. I've never had such a fever in my life." The horse butcher looked at his confused son, gritted his teeth and said, "Put a hot towel on his forehead and take good care of him. I have to go there tonight, that's what Brother Yue Yun said. If it wasn't for Brother Yue Yun , this child died a few days ago."

The horse butcher's daughter-in-law sent the horse butcher out with tears and snot in her nose.The horse butcher carried a bamboo basket and stepped out into the vast night, walking on the road with only abstract white stripes. The basket contained fruit, candy, paper and incense. He came to the grave of the first son, put down the basket, lit the incense sticks, placed the fruit and candies he brought, and began to burn paper while talking: "Son, I know I'm sorry, don't you?" You should be buried alone in this barren mountain and cold depression. Thinking about my father is cruel, I didn't come to see you once after you died of illness. My father knew that he was wrong, please don't resent him. "

At this time, the breeze rolled up the ashes of the paper he burned, making a slight sound of air movement, as if responding to what he said. Burning a few more ghost papers, he went on to say: "Father knows that you are afraid that you will have a new son, and forget that you are still here. So you are against Dad everywhere, not letting Dad have a new son. I don't blame you .I will come to see you every year and festival in the future." The breeze flipped the ghost paper burned by the horse butcher, and it made a sound like a crying child. At the same time, the horse butcher's daughter-in-law was very busy at home.The son's forehead was very hot, his breath was short of breath, and his hands and feet scratched uneasily.She heard the sound of "Xi Xi" in the closet, like a mouse moving clothes inside.She changed a hot towel for her son, and tiptoed to the closet.She lightly pressed her hand on the doorknob of the closet, and suddenly pulled the closet door forcefully open.

There is nothing in the closet except everyday clothes.The horse butcher's daughter-in-law wiped her face with the towel that had been removed from her son's forehead, wondering if she was being too sensitive.When she was pouring hot water to soak the towel, she heard the sound of "Xi Xi" in the closet again.She stopped what she was doing and listened carefully for half a minute.correct!Not an illusion!There are indeed sounds in the closet.Could it be that a mouse crawled in?This wardrobe has been used for several years and no mice can crawl in it! She looked at her son, whenever the sound in the closet was louder, her son's hands and feet trembled more obviously than before.Obviously, the son's illness has an inexplicable relationship with the noise in the closet.

She walked quietly to the closet again, for fear of scaring away the contents of the closet.Her hands trembled, and beads of sweat oozed from her forehead and nose.She was terribly afraid, but a mother is not afraid of anything for the safety of her son.In normal times, she would have been so frightened that she hid in the arms of the horse butcher.But now the horse butcher is not at home. She opened the closet violently, looked at it, but there was nothing, touched it with her hands, but found nothing unusual. The voice of "Xi Xi" also disappeared.She simply took a chair and sat in front of the closet, her eyes fixed on the clothes in the closet.She knew that only in this way would her son be more comfortable.Facing the dark red wardrobe like this, she sat until dawn the next day.

The horse butcher finished burning the paper and got up to go back.When he turned around to go, he tripped over the tangled weeds, lost his center of gravity and fell down. The horse butcher stood up, patted the dirt on his body, and when he lifted his foot again, he found that his foot was tightly entangled in the weeds, and he couldn't move an inch.A gust of wind blows, and the incense sticks on the grave become brighter, like staring bright eyes in the dark night.The horse butcher understood what the son meant, sighed heavily, nodded and said, "Okay, you want me to stay tonight, so I'll stay with you if you don't want me to go." After speaking, he sat down.

As soon as he sat down, the wild grass under his feet spread out naturally, swaying in the wind again. After all, it was late at night and the weather was colder.After sitting for a while, the horse butcher shivered all over, his cold bones creaking.He sneezed.Strange, this sneezing, immediately felt a lot warmer.The horse butcher himself felt strange, thinking that the wind had stopped.He looked at the grass next to him, and it was still. It turned out that the wind really stopped.He was happy, and thanked God for taking care of him.But if you take a closer look a little farther away, the grass over there is still rising and falling like waves.

It turned out that there was no wind on his side.He felt incredible, thinking that his son's grave blocked the wind.But the wind blows from his side to the grave.Finally, he looked at his son's grave and said, "Son, it turns out that you still feel sorry for your father and are afraid of the cold. See how my heartless father can forgive you..." After finishing speaking, he lay on the top of the grave and said "wow". cry. That night, in the room next to my grandfather, I suddenly heard my grandfather say: "Horse butcher, why are you crying!" I was very surprised.Didn't the horse butcher go to the haunted den to burn paper? Why did grandpa tell him not to cry at home?I pricked up my ears to hear what Grandpa said, but then I only heard Grandpa snoring.

Early the next morning, the early bird woke up the horse butcher who had slept on the grave all night.The horse butcher returned home with tired legs, and the horse butcher's wife slipped off the chair when she saw her husband coming back. The horse butcher ran over anxiously to help his wife onto the bed, and then went to see his son whose forehead was still covered with a towel.The son was alive and kicking, showing a strange smile when the horse butcher picked him up... He wondered why his wife sat facing the wardrobe all night.His wife frightened and told him the strange things of last night.He then took out all the clothes in the closet and shook them out one by one.When he turned to the bottom of the closet, a child's bright clothes came into view.It is impossible for them not to remember that this dress was a small dress prepared for the birth of their first son.

After the death of the first son, this dress has been forgotten in the bottom of the closet and never taken out again.But this dress has not faded or moldy, and it is still as bright as when I first bought it, so bright that it is a bit dazzling...