Chapter 112 Chapter 29 Ghost Prostitute Red Fox

"Is the boy's suicide related to you?" I asked. "I want revenge! I want those fragile people to fall in love with me, and then I will shake him off! Let them also experience the feeling of a girl when she gets hurt!" Her voice was small but firm. "Because someone you liked hurt you before, right?" Hu Hong was silent. "Then aren't you the same as the person who hurt you?" My voice was very low, deliberately slowing down. I didn't go to the study room that night, I chatted with Hu Hong for a long time.And every night after that, I would go to the front of the cafeteria and put my hand on the back of the shoulder.Hu Hong turned her head, and we started chatting.

Suddenly, during a chat, Hu Hong said: "In the past few days, it was your words and actions that made me realize that not all people are hypocritical. In fact, there are many sincere people. I don't know I plan to hurt others again." I had a strange feeling in my heart, both relieved and reluctant.After returning to the dormitory, I dreamed again.The little willow tree in the dream performed a cheerful dance, and the dancer's eyes were as soft as moonlight and as pure as flowing water.This is the first time in recent days that I have woken up without a sweat. Jiao Pi told me: The boy who was rescued in the hospital suddenly improved rapidly, and now he can get out of bed and walk.I rushed to the cafeteria immediately after listening.The willow tree hiding in the deserted corner actually started to wither, and half of the willow leaves were slightly yellow.

That night, I hurried to where Hu Liu was, as if I was going to see a good friend off.I slowed down when I saw the figure in front of me, stepped forward gently, and put my hand on her shoulder: "Hey, Hu Hong!" It turned out to be a strange face, I was taken aback! The girl smiled and asked, "No way, am I that scary? Have I watched too many horror movies?" "I'm sorry, I've got the wrong person." I quickly apologized. "Look, I picked up a postcard here. Hey, are you looking for it? Are you bright?" The girl was holding something in her hand.

"How do you know?" I was confused. "Hahaha, do you think I'm possessed by a demon and know your name? The sender of this postcard says Liang, what else is there to thank you for everything you have done for me in the past few days. Don't read it, see for yourself Bar." I took the postcard, and through the faint moonlight, I saw a beautiful red fox painted on it. In the early morning of the next day, another large group of people gathered in front of the cafeteria.With a click in my heart, I hurriedly squeezed in. In the next few days, there were discussions everywhere on campus as to why a willow tree withered and died overnight.All I know is that a good friend of mine has left.

Just last year when I went home and told my grandpa what happened more than ten years ago, when grandpa mentioned the experience of ghost prostitutes, I suddenly remembered what happened at school.It's just that when I was talking about this matter with my grandpa, my grandpa hadn't hunted ghosts for many years, and I had kept "Hundred Skills Exorcism" at the bottom of the bookcase for several years.It seems that at the same time, my grandfather and I suddenly lost interest in ghosts, just like a person who likes to eat apples and has persisted for many years, but suddenly gets tired of apples one day, and loses his appetite when he sees apples.

Grandpa heard about my experience at school, and he said: "The ghost prostitute back then and the red fox you met were both the same type of woman. The ghost prostitute was physically abused, and the red fox was mentally abused. Hu Hong became a fox. It is to smell the breath of the heartless person, track and force him to death. The tongue-shaped evil barrier on the lower body of the ghost prostitute is formed because of the essence left in her body by the man, and uses that evil barrier to hurt those who have hurt her. There is also the same characteristic, when red foxes and ghost prostitutes first appear in places with willow trees or in places with many willow trees."

When my grandfather was concentrating on making iron gates more than ten years ago, he didn't have time to explain to me the reasons for the formation of the lower body of ghost prostitutes.I didn't ask him either, I was reading the ancient books stitched together carefully. As the pages of the calendar were torn off, the day when the ghost prostitute finally appeared. My grandfather and I set off from home in the morning and arrived at Hongjiaduan around noon, where we stayed at a relative's house who held a birthday banquet last time.As soon as my grandfather and I arrived at Hongjiaduan, many people gathered around us, asking questions and talking about it.Everyone pointed at the iron threshold that grandpa was holding.

I pulled my grandpa out of the crowd and asked, "Grandpa, where will the ghost prostitute appear tonight? It is impossible for us to guard every place in Hongjiaduan and the surrounding villages. Even if she comes out, we are not sure." know where she is." Grandpa smiled, didn't answer me, turned his head and asked loudly to the crowd: "Where do you have the most willow trees here?" Immediately, the crowd surrounded Grandpa again, saying in one go: "The place with the most willow trees is the dwarf willow slope at the head of the village." "Dwarf Liupo?"

"That's right, that small area is full of willows, not a single miscellaneous tree, and no other grass grows. However, the willows there are half shorter than the willows in other places." "Oh." Grandpa nodded, and took out a cigarette from his pocket, "Come on, brother, borrow a fire." Grandpa coughed a lot during this time, and my mother and I advised him to quit smoking. He didn't listen, but promised to smoke less .Therefore, he does not carry the cigarette case with him now, but just takes out two or three cigarettes from the case and puts them in his pocket, because if he puts the case on his body, he can burn all the cigarettes in the case in a while.

A person next to him struck a match for him and leaned on his cigarette butt. "Why are the willows there shorter than other places?" Grandpa took a puff and exhaled a smoke ring.I know that smoking has accompanied my grandfather all his life. It is not just an addiction, but a feeling for smoking. It is very difficult to quit.And I have a feeling that if grandpa doesn't hold a cigarette in his hand, I really can't believe that the person in front of me is grandpa.Because this honest farmer turned into an unfathomable ghost-hunting alchemist in an instant, I couldn't believe it was the same person, and the only thing that could prove that he was my grandfather was the ever-burning cigarette.Of course, there are also those two yellowed fingers.

"Why? We haven't thought about why." The person who was asked replied, "Maybe the land there is not fertile, or the wind at the entrance of the village is too strong, which inhibits the growth of willows?" Grandpa stretched out two withered fingers and pressed his temples, showing a bit of exhaustion, his Adam's apple rolled, and he coughed.Grandpa wiped his mouth with his hand and said to me: "Come on, let's go to the short tree slope. The ghost prostitute should appear there first. As soon as she appears, we must stop her immediately and don't let her run away."