In July and a half, the door to hell opens.
I was born at three quarters to noon that day. I heard my grandma say that the sun was still shining brightly that day, but the moment I was born, everything changed suddenly.
Layers of dark clouds came from nowhere, completely blocking the sun, and the sound of howling ghosts and wolves could be heard in the ears, which lasted for more than half an hour before dissipating.
Grandpa was silent and sat at the door, smoking a dry cigarette. My father and grandma also knew that this was not an auspicious sign, so they all frowned. Only my silly girl hugged me and hey hey hey. of joy.
My name is Shangguan Rui, and my grandfather is the legendary Mr. Yin and Yang who can determine life and death with one glance.
When I first came to the village, when the promotion of science and the eradication of feudal superstition was at its peak, my grandfather was often looked down upon by others for his ability.
At that time, I happened to be pregnant with my father.
The young and beautiful new daughter-in-law, who was new to the country, was attracted by the local bully.
That night, while my grandfather was out cutting wood, the bully came to the house and wanted to bully grandma.
Fortunately, several villagers heard the noise and quickly came out to stop it.
After my grandfather learned about this, he didn't say anything. After thanking the villagers who came to help, he comforted grandma, sat at the end of the bed, and smoked a dry cigarette. He didn't sleep all night.
The next morning, I heard that the bully's legs were paralyzed, and there were pustules growing out one after another. His whole body exuded a rotten smell. He had been to many doctors, but none of them looked after him, and he had committed a lot of crimes.
In the end, there was really no other way, so I found a master to take a look.
When the master went to the bully's home, he turned around and left without saying a word. The bully's parents knelt on the ground and begged him.
The master sighed helplessly and finally couldn't bear it anymore: "It's not that I don't want to save you, it's that there are experts who want you to die. I'm not capable enough. You'd better think carefully about which experts you have offended."
After that, he ignored their obstruction and walked away.
The bully did all kinds of evil in the village and offended many people, but nothing had ever happened to him before. After thinking about it carefully, he thought it was my grandfather.
So, this family of three knelt on the open space in front of my house for a whole day and night, and brought many apology gifts. The surrounding villagers came out to watch the fun, thinking that this family of three deserved their punishment.
Grandma is a soft-hearted person. It doesn't matter if the bully dies, but there is no need to let the white-haired person give away the black-haired person, so let Grandpa leave it at that.
Holding the cigarette rod in his hand, grandpa smoked, squinting his eyes and saying coldly: "My wife is soft-hearted this time. If you let me know that you still dare to bully others, don't blame me for being rude."
The bully family dared not say anything now. When they heard this, they quickly kowtowed and thanked them.
"Now you go to the mountains, find your ancestral graves, dig them up, and burn the first thing you see."
Knowing the solution, the bully family went up the mountain overnight. Of course, there were also some villagers watching the fun behind them.
When they dug open the ancestral grave and saw what was inside, everyone was frightened.
It was a piece of toad skin, nailed to the coffin. Perhaps because it had been left for a long time, the skin had begun to rot. The smell was exactly the same as the rancid smell of a bully.
The family hurriedly burned the toad skin. In the following days, the bully's health really got better day by day. In less than a month, the disease was cured, leaving only pits and bumps on the skin. The marks are just like the patterns on a toad.
After this incident, people in the village were both afraid and respectful of grandpa, and no one dared to provoke our family again.
After my father grew up, many people in the village came to propose marriage, but the strange thing was that my grandfather rejected them all without saying a word. When he was eighteen years old, he rescued a crazy fool from nowhere. Silly woman and asked my father to marry him.
Everyone knows what kind of person my grandfather is. He will not do anything for no reason. Out of trust, my father married my mother without saying a word, and soon after, she became pregnant with me.
My mother is usually crazy and silly, but when she holds me in her arms, she becomes gentle and calm, and even sings little songs to make me happy.
The family's life can't be said to be rich, but it is also happy.
But everything changed when I was seven years old.
One morning, when I woke up, a pair of legs kept dangling in front of my eyes, a bruised face, bloodshot eyes, facing me, and a slightly swaying body.
My silly girl, hanged from the rafters like this,
There is a rule in the village that the number of people who die accidentally must be buried as soon as possible within three days.
On the day of the burial, a problem arose.
My mother's eyes could not be closed no matter what, and her gray pupils stared silently at the sky.
Grandpa took two puffs of dry cigarette and walked into the house. When he came out again, he had a paper figure in his hand that looked similar to me.
He grabbed my hand, pricked my index finger with a needle, and smeared the blood on the paper man's eyes.
I gasped in pain.
Before I could react, grandpa grabbed my collar and asked me to kneel in front of my mother’s coffin: “Kowtow to your mother three times.”
I quickly did what grandpa said and kowtowed three times on the ground.
"The mother's body is placed in the coffin, the filial son bids farewell, and then kowtows!"
I continued to kowtow.
"Farewell to the coffin, farewell to the filial son, farewell to the mother, and then kowtow!"
Following Grandpa's shout, I kowtowed three more times.
Grandpa closed his mouth, burned the paper figurine in his hand, then stepped forward and closed his mother's eyes smoothly.
The coffin bearers were eight strong men. With the sound of "get up", the coffin seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. Each of them had a ferocious look and walked forward slowly.
I wanted to follow him up the mountain, but grandpa stopped me: "Don't follow me. Shaofen died miserably. I'm afraid of getting hurt. I'll just go and have a look with the child's father."
At home, grandpa’s words are imperial edicts. Nai nodded and stayed with me at home.
Grandpa and Dad didn't come back until the evening. Grandma and I lay on the bed and fell asleep in a daze.
I don’t know how long I slept, but I was woken up by the urge to pee. I rubbed my eyes and went to the toilet to pee.
After urinating and preparing to go back to the room, he looked up and saw half of a woman's face exposed on the wall. Against the backdrop of the dark night, the woman's face looked particularly pale.
"Rewazi."
Seeing that I had discovered it, the woman slowly poked her head out, with a strange smile on her stiff face. Only then did I realize that this person turned out to be...
