Chapter 72 Chapter 4 Next Goal

After chatting for a while, Aunt Jinxiang finished her tea and left after saying that there were other things at home. Grandpa tugged at the corner of my clothes and asked quietly: "Liangzi, is there anyone in your village who is the same age as this kid?" I saw my grandfather's mysterious look, and I didn't take it seriously. "What?" I asked. "After this Kespo ghost kills a child, it will find someone who is similar in age before attacking it. The closer the child's birth date is, the more likely it will be followed by the Kespo ghost. Your cousin's child was broken here, Kespo The spore ghost must still be here." Grandpa said after drinking the rest of the tea in one gulp.

"Uncle Sanxiang's son was born on the same day as my cousin's son," I said.Uncle Sanxiang's house is less than 200 meters away from my house.The cousin's son often plays with Sanxiang's son, and they seem to hit it off. "Then it is very likely that we will look for Sanxiang's children next." Grandpa said, "Okay, it seems that I will stay at your house for two more days. Your parents probably won't be back until very late, so let's go to bed first. " That night, in my dim sleep, I heard the sound of my parents coming back and opening the door.

There was a bad atmosphere at breakfast the next day. "Hey! A good child is gone like this." Mom sighed. I asked: "My cousin must be very sad." This cousin was very kind to me when I was young, and I was very sad for her. "That's not true." Mom put down the chopsticks, "When we went, her house was in a mess. Your cousin was lying on the bed with a bottle, and her body was cold, as if she was dead. Your brother-in-law hit his head against the wall, saying that he didn't want to live, five Six people held it back. According to custom, a father could not bury his own son with his own hands, nor could he use a coffin to contain a child who died young. According to the instructions of several old people, a few brave young people carried the child with a dustpan The dead body was going to be buried in the remote mountains and old forests. The child's grandmother grabbed the rope of the dustpan and refused to let go no matter how much others persuaded her. She cried loudly, bury me, bury me, bury me, I can get his life back by burying him in the pit! Let me go to the King of Hades, and I will tell him, exchange my life for my grandson's life!" Mom choked up and couldn't continue.

Dad patted Mom on the back. The mother recounted the scene with tears in her eyes: "Your cousin woke up from a coma when she heard the voice, rolled down on the floor, crawled limply to the door and called her son's name. The child's grandma saw her cousin crawling with disheveled hair After coming out, he quickly turned around and hugged his daughter-in-law. The two women hugged each other in pain. The child’s mother passed out again. The man who carried the dustpan took the opportunity to quickly carry away the dustpan.” Only women can understand the pain of a woman who lost her son.

Later, I went to my cousin's house with some relatives to visit her.I saw the portrait of the child's grandfather hanging high on the front wall of the main room. The grandfather looked at this unfortunate family with a smile on his face. Mom said: "I'm not afraid to tell you now, the same thing happened to you when you were young." "Me?" I asked in surprise, I had never heard my mother tell me that I had been stalked by Kefu ghost before. "I didn't tell you before because I was afraid that you would be scared, so I will tell you now." Mom said.I looked at my father suspiciously, and my father nodded with his eyes closed.

"Grandpa helped you deal with it." Mom said.Grandpa also nodded with a smile. Grandpa lit another cigarette, and the smoke lingered in front of his face like a big question mark. So my mother told me about the same weird things that happened to me when I was a kid.