The sun rises relatively late in the mountains, but since it is the first day of the Lunar New Year, the villagers come out in the dark to pay New Year greetings at almost seven o'clock.
My parents usually come back on the 28th or 9th day of the twelfth lunar month. This year, because of the seal, I was left alone to celebrate the New Year with my grandparents for the first time.
At about five o'clock, the rooster began to crow, and I jumped out of bed. Regardless of whether it was cold or not, I put on my shoes and saluted my father and mother.
"Happy New Year to my father! Happy New Year to my grandma!"
My grandma was cooking dumplings. She quickly nodded in agreement with my father, took out the red envelope she had prepared in advance and stuffed it into my hand, and asked me to get on the kang and lie down for a while.
I was afraid that I would be blocked by someone who would come to pay New Year greetings later, so I simply put on my clothes and washed up.
After a while, there was a knock on the door. I looked at the clock. It was ten minutes past seven, and it was getting light. My father opened the door, and Uncle Neng walked in with the village chief!
"Happy New Year to my second uncle! Happy New Year to my uncle Neng!"
I quickly wished New Year greetings, and the two of them touched my head and gave me a handful of candies, then sat on the edge of the kang and chatted with my grandfather.
"Hong Bo, it's good that you're fine!"
"Old Uncle Chen, thanks to you for reminding me, I am very energetic all night!"
The village chief thanked my father.
"You two came just in time! Yesterday I heard something going on in that courtyard (Old Zhao's house), so we happened to go over and have a look!"
While we were talking, two more villagers came in and paid New Year greetings to each other. My grandfather called a few people to go to Lao Zhao's house. I put on my new cotton-padded jacket made by my mother and secretly followed the few people. My grandfather saw it and didn't care about me.
Several people knocked at the door of Lao Zhao's house for a long time, but no one came out, so they had to return to my house and step over the low earthen wall between the two houses.
"Brother Zhao! Open the door!"
"Uncle Zhao, I'm here to wish you a happy new year!"
My father and Neng Shuo were shouting and banging on the door, but there was no response from the house.
Several people looked at each other with an ominous premonition in their hearts.
"Old Uncle Chen, get away!"
The village chief picked up a stone and smashed it against the glass on the door. It shattered, then reached in and pulled the door open from the inside.
As soon as I opened the door, the smell of blood hit my face. Because there was a stove in the room, the heat was mixed with blood. The smoke made two villagers vomit. I was a little farther away, and I was also choked and nauseous.
"It's bad!"
Several people endured nausea and walked into the back room. At this time, the room could be said to be a purgatory on earth!
Old Zhaotou was holding the stove tube, with his whole face pressed against it. It was so hot that it was beyond recognition, his hands were cooked, and there were several big holes burned in the cotton jacket on his body. It was not clear whether it was blood or oil dripping on his face on the stove plate. Sizzling.
Old Mrs. Zhao was sitting leaning against the kang cabinet, her neck was torn to pieces by something, both shoulders were wet with blood, her arms were hanging weakly on the kang, when suddenly one arm fell off, and her head was Under her feet, combined with the wound on her neck, it seemed that she had been bitten off.
The old lady's eyelids still had scratches from sharp claws, as if something had torn off her head, then turned her head to her body and opened her eyes to let her look at herself.
There were blood stains on the dark curtains, the newspapers on the walls, and the ceiling. Even after seeing so many tragic deaths, I still couldn't accept the scene before me!
"Let's... let's go see Mr. Zhao!"
After Neng stammered a few words, he calmed down and slowly moved towards Uncle Zhao's room!
"Become a talent!"
When they arrived at Uncle Zhao's room, the village chief was the first to pounce!
Uncle Zhao also lost his breath at this time, but compared to the others, his death state was not too particular. His body was just like his son, and was chewed to pieces!
The big horse monkey actually wiped out the old Zhao family on New Year's Eve and successfully escaped from the trap. This made the people in the house feel that something was wrong. It would be better if it stopped after taking revenge, otherwise it wanted to kill him. No one can run away!
"Old Uncle Chen, how can this be done? Even the third master's trap can't do anything to it!"
Uncle Neng asked my father habitually.
"Why don't you go to Xihuangni and invite Mr. Yu over?"
Huangnigang is divided into Donghuangni and Xihuangni. The most famous person in Donghuangni is Mr. Li Sanye, the Orion. The most famous person in Xihuangni is Mr. Yu. It is recognized that the eight villages in Shili are the most accurate, but they usually go to Mr. Yu. Yes, it's because someone in the family got into trouble or something.
"Uncle, this horse and monkey are monsters. Mr. Yu is good at catching ghosts. Can we find him?"
"Now we can only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor. Please invite Mr. Li over here. With these two here, we may be able to find a way to survive!"
When my father came home, he took out two bottles of good wine that he could not bear to drink, and also took two bags of tea, and asked Uncle Neng to take them to Mr. Yu and Mr. Li San. It is not disrespectful to invite someone to watch things on the first day of the new year!
"Master, who is Mr. Yu?"
"The little boy is asking around all day long. Mr. Yu is very powerful. He is a disciple of the Northeastern Horse Armor, and the leader of his hall is a dragon who has attained the Tao. Most monsters would have to kneel down and beg for mercy when they see him!"
"Dragon? Is there really a dragon?" I was very curious about the dragon in my grandfather's mouth!
"Of course, after cultivating to a certain climate, Chang Xian will turn into a dragon, and later on, he can turn into a real dragon."
It was rare that my father still had the time to tell me so much. Looking back now, he must have been reassuring himself at that time.
