A thin piece, stuck vertically in the soil, feels like a kitchen knife.
As the saying goes, if there is a knife on the grave, it will be difficult for the children and grandchildren to kill it.
What grudge does that person have against Wang Xuemei? He actually did such a vicious thing!
In the countryside, if some people want to harm others, they will bury kitchen knives and nails in other people's ancestral graves, causing the deceased to have no peace and ruining the family of future generations.
This is a very sinister trick. Unless there is a deep hatred, most people would not dare to do this, otherwise they will be struck by lightning.
I curiously picked up the loess on the ramen noodles, and soon dug out the handle of a jujube wood knife.
There is a very special spiral pattern on the handle of the knife, and a strange character is engraved on the end.
I was immediately dumbfounded!
Isn't this my kitchen knife?
The spiral pattern was carved by grandma herself, and the characters were runes used to hold things together.
My family has been using this knife for more than ten years, and there is no way I will admit it!
Why did my kitchen knife end up on Wang Xuemei’s grave?
I stood there, staring at Senhan's kitchen knife, and felt a chill in my heart.
I didn't get this knife, and no one else has the key to my house.
Could it be...that grandma appeared?
I quickly dismissed this conjecture.
Grandma is kind-hearted. Even if she wants to take revenge on Wang Xuemei, it will only be against her alone and will not harm future generations of her family.
The only possibility is - ghost fairy!
Thinking of that gloomy voice made me feel frightened.
"Ghost fairy, did you do this? If so, please give me a sense." I clasped my hands together and muttered in a low voice.
As soon as I finished speaking, the surrounding woods moved, and a gust of wind blew in my face, picking up the loess on the grave and directly covering my face.
"Cough cough cough..." My mouth was full of mud, which was the soil from someone else's burial, not to mention how disgusting it was.
This gust of wind came neither early nor late, and it directly fascinated me. It must be the work of ghosts and immortals.
I rubbed my eyes, and in a trance I seemed to really see a tall black shadow flash past.
Immediately afterwards, a message was forcibly received in his mind.
"It's me, how about it?"
This feeling is amazing, like using my mind to transmit, I can even feel the cold breath of the other person.
Knowing that my ghost fairy did it, I wasn't in a hurry.
I just didn't expect that he would move faster than me and retaliate more harshly.
All I wanted to do was dig up graves and expose Wang Xuemei’s body in the wilderness.
Once the ghost fairy takes action, it will directly affect the future generations of her family.
"If I had known you would take action, I would have been fine, but..." I stared at the shining kitchen knife: "Is this going too far?"
I am not the Holy Mother!
It's just that one person is responsible for what he does. There is no need to implicate his descendants for Wang Xuemei's sins!
"Ah……"
A cold scoff made my scalp numb.
"Do you know why she took the risk and brought Gu into the village?"
Guixian's words were wrinkled and his tone was calm, but he was born with a coldness.
I was stunned. It turned out that I was right. It was her who brought poisonous insects and harmed my grandma!
The ghost fairy told me that in order to change the life of her short-lived son and for the prosperity of her family, Wang Xuemei agreed to bring the poison into the village, and it fell on my grandma when she wasn't paying attention.
I don’t understand why Wang Xuemei can enter the village at will and carry ice silkworm Gu?
Guixian said that it had something to do with her extremely yin horoscope and the time of her death.
In addition, he has been on the bed for a long time, has deep resentment, and has a weak point to deal with, so he was selected.
After hearing this, I lost my composure on the spot and hit her tombstone with a hoe, as if I was hitting her on the head.
It was her...she was the one who killed my grandma!
Endless anger surged through my chest, and I smashed it frantically until the tombstone was beyond recognition. I collapsed on the ground from exhaustion.
"Do you still think I'm cruel?" Guixian asked coldly.
I shook my head. At this moment, I wanted to dig out Wang Xuemei and whip her corpse on the spot.
"She is eager to save her son, but why should she exchange the life of others for her son's life?" I roared, even my teeth chattered.
There are many ways to extend the life of her son. The best is to do good deeds and accumulate bad virtues, but she made the worst choice.
No wonder the ghost fairy was so vicious and inserted a kitchen knife into her grave.
After learning the truth, I didn't say anything more. I even pushed the kitchen knife in an inch further, silently collected the loess, and buried the knife tightly.
In this matter, she was at fault first. She harmed my family and me for her son. As a member of her family, she should also bear the consequences.
Just letting them suffer from illness and career difficulties is already considered a mercy.
With the ability of the ghost fairy, Wang Xuemei's family can be wiped out overnight.
After thinking about it, I took a deep breath and bowed respectfully to the air in front of me three times: "Guixian, thank you..."
The dark wind howled past and turned into the forest.
I know that the ghost fairy has left.
He is exactly what grandma said, he has a clear distinction between love and hate, his methods are thunderous, and he has no mercy at all.
After going down the mountain, I returned home exhausted.
Looking at the empty room, a large piece of my heart felt empty. The room was so quiet that it was suffocating.
Looking at my grandma's portrait, I held back tears for a long time, and suddenly I couldn't help but burst out: "Grandma...your precious girl is injured..."
I opened my palms and pitifully showed her the blisters on my hands.
My grandma is the most precious to me. I usually bump into each other, and even though she talks about it, she will blow it to me every time.
But this time... I waited for a long time and no one responded.
In this world, no one will care about me anymore...
Unspeakable sadness swept over me, and I covered my face, tears mixed with blood and overflowed from my fingers.
During these three days, I almost never shed a tear in front of others.
But at this moment, facing a home where no one responded, I couldn't stop crying.
I don’t know how long I cried, but I fell asleep in a daze.
In the dream, grandma came back.
She held my hand, put it to her mouth and blew on it a few times. The blisters on my hand miraculously healed!
Then she touched my head again, her eyes full of reluctance.
Although she didn't speak, I understood the look in her eyes, she was leaving.
My heart tightened, and I subconsciously held her hand back, not wanting her to leave.
With tears in her eyes, grandma said something very strange to me: "Girl, live well for grandma! When the time is right, grandma will come back."
After saying that, my palm suddenly became empty, and my grandma’s figure became transparent in front of my eyes.
I was awakened by my own crying.
In the darkness, a small light came on in the room.
There was a faint smell of medicine in the palm of my hand. I didn’t know when I applied ointment to the wound, and the coldness relieved the pain.
I don't remember turning on the light.
I don’t even remember that I applied any medicine.
Could it be grandma?
I looked around expectantly, but I didn’t see my grandma, but I met the blind grandpa who pushed open the door and entered.
"Blind grandpa, why are you here?"
He was so angry that he stamped his feet: "So you're at home... I didn't even answer your phone calls. I'm so anxious!"
Only then did I notice that my phone had become silent for some reason.
There were dozens of missed calls displayed on it, all calls from the blind grandpa.
I quickly wiped away my tears: "Sorry, I fell asleep just now."
"That's all, as long as it's okay, as long as it's okay..." The blind grandfather, leaning on a blind stick, wandered up to me: "I just dreamed about your grandma, and she asked me to come over and pass a few words..."
