Chapter 22 second quarter

Grandpa stretched out his big dry hand to hold the 5-watt light bulb, and the room suddenly went dark.A cold air shot up my spine.The hundreds of people crowded in the room suddenly fell silent. Grandpa fiddled with the light bulb for a while, and there was much less dust on the light bulb, and the room was much brighter than before.Only then did I see Xuan Po's face clearly, his eyebrows were so light that there were almost no eyebrows. "That's not necessarily true." Grandpa replied to the man, "When all the roosters in your place are eaten up, it will start to attack people in the village."

The election woman stared blankly at the incandescent lamp above her head for a long time, and said, "No wonder it breaks its neck when it sees a rooster. After eating the chickens in the village, it will attack me." Grandpa pushed aside the crowd, found a stool and sat down.Everyone gathered around the stool again, squatting and standing, but no one sat down.I suddenly remembered the patterns hung up by the Taoist priests who practiced the law at the funeral. They were all withered and yellowed cloth paintings.It is painted with an image of a hand pinching orchid or a Buddha or a god or a demon or a king in the middle, with kind eyes and benevolent brows.Surrounded by a group of squatting or standing little devils.

Under the faint light, grandpa is like the kind-eyed and kind-eyed man in a Taoist cloth painting, and the people around him are like all kinds of little ghosts.Thinking of this, I couldn't help laughing out loud. Everyone turned their heads and looked at me in bewilderment.I quickly stopped my laughter and listened to the conversation between grandpa and them seriously. Grandpa put his hands on his lap, scanned everyone again, and said, "It still has residual memories in its head, so it can remember some people it knew before its death." "Then its relatives and neighbors should not be harmed." Someone heaved a sigh of relief, soothing the tense nerves, and patted his chest with his hands repeatedly.

"It was its relatives and neighbors who were hurt first." Grandpa said earnestly, "Because its memory is incomplete, it only remembers this person, but it doesn't know what connection this person has with itself, let alone It will consider whether it is its own relatives. Therefore, it will attack these people first." "Ah?!" Xuan Po screamed, "Then, then I am doomed! Master Ma, you must save us. My God, will it come to me first! My God, my God ! Is there any way to save it?" Grandpa didn't answer the man's words, but asked others: "Where is the red-haired ghost now? Is it still by the paddy field?"

"It broke the necks of dozens of chickens, and then hid somewhere. We didn't dare to look for it." A person in the crowd replied. "It's a good thing none of you are looking for it. It's so powerful that even ten of you can't grab one of its arms. When it's full with chicken blood, it likes to hide in the firewood to rest. Once the food is digested, it will come out again to look for food." "Then what should we do if we encounter it again?" Someone asked anxiously. "Yes, yes." The others echoed. I interjected: "As long as you mention the scandal in its lifetime, it will be afraid. This is a stopgap measure. But the premise is that it still remembers the scandal. Think about it, what was it afraid of being known to others when it was alive? .”

Grandpa nodded to my words and expressed his approval. "Scandal?" Xuan Po reached out and scratched her scalp in thought, "What scandal does it have? How do we know it? Even if there is scandal, it won't let us know. As the saying goes, family ugliness should not be publicized." The others nodded yes. Grandpa smiled and said: "This method can indeed deal with it, but it lacks operability." I lowered my head in embarrassment and listened to their conversation with peace of mind. "Hundred Skills Drive" doesn't care whether your method is operable or not.

"Everyone, don't mention the water ghost. If it arouses unpleasant memories, it may become very crazy. Everyone must pay attention. Do you know?" Grandpa glanced around for another week. Everyone nodded repeatedly: "Even if Shan Dae is still alive, we can't talk about this in front of him. People can't stand it, how can ghosts hold back!" "Do you remember?" Grandpa asked again.Everyone said yes. "Then let's go." Grandpa stood up from the stool. "Go? Where are you going?" I asked, "Are you going to deal with the red-haired ghost now?"

Grandma also hurriedly persuaded: "You just came back from other places, and you don't want to rest for a while?" The crowd also hypocritically advised Grandpa to rest for a while, but it was easy to see from their eyes that there was something wrong with their words.With so many people coming to grandpa's house, they just hoped that grandpa would come forward to deal with the red-haired ghost as soon as possible. Grandpa lifted his collar and said, "Let's go. Go there as soon as possible and deal with it early. It won't kill a few more people." After that, he went to the corner and took a bamboo pole.

Everyone hurriedly changed their tone and said, "Yes, yes, it will be resolved sooner or later, it's better to do it sooner." "It's also my fault that I didn't think about it before," said grandpa, carrying the pole. "I figured it out later, knowing that something would happen to Shan Dae's tomb, and I wanted to destroy that piece after the matter of the green-haired water demon was settled." The place of resurrection. But I didn’t expect that Shan Dae would be resurrected so soon.” Having said that, Grandpa turned his head, looked at me for a long time, and said: "There is also a problem with the Ruoji ghost, I know it. It seems that now we can only deal with the red-haired ghost first and then worry about that matter."

I was confused by the sudden words of my grandfather.Did grandpa already know about the Ruoji ghost?I deliberately concealed it from him. Could it be that he also deliberately concealed it from me? Before I could react, Grandpa had already strode out the door.The crowd followed him out of the gate like peppers on a string.Grandma hurried back to the house to get a coat, rushed out and put it on Grandpa's shoulders.Grandpa shrugged, buttoned the top button, and led everyone to Shan Dae's burial place. After everyone walked out of the gate, I regained my composure and hurriedly followed.Grandma caught up again and asked me to add a thicker dress.

The burial place of Shan Dae is quite far from Huamei Village. It can only be reached after climbing a mountain, passing Wentian Village, turning to the main road, and then walking a certain distance to the left main road. Along the way, everyone's mouths did not stop, chirping and expressing their opinions on exorcising ghosts.Some suggested digging a trap and waiting for the red-haired ghost to jump in like a beast; some suggested using a net to catch fish and then hanging it up with a hemp rope; Rotten; some suggested asking the crooked Taoist next to the middle school for help. Everyone said that their own suggestions were good, and there was a lot of quarrel.After passing Wentian Village and walking for a while, Grandpa suddenly stopped in his tracks. The spit-flying people immediately gave up their suggestion and looked at Grandpa quietly.