I guess there will be results for Hua Po in the next two days.
The blind grandpa is calling now, probably because of the ice silkworm Gu!
I hurriedly answered the call, my fingers trembling with excitement: "Hey, blind grandpa..."
There was a commotion over the blind grandfather's side, and there was a faint sound of gongs, as if something had happened.
"Wen Xin..." The old blind man's voice was full of sadness: "Hua Po... something happened to her!"
There was a loud bang in my brain, like five thunders hitting my head, leaving only a blank space.
"Something happened? What happened?"
The blind grandpa said that he went for a walk to Hua Hua's house as usual this morning, but he felt something was wrong as soon as he reached the intersection.
There is a strong floral scent in the air, mixed with the smell of blood and earth. In short, it is a strange smell that cannot be described.
He called at the door for a long time, but Hua Po didn't respond, so he went down the mountain and asked a few people to come up together. As soon as he opened the courtyard door, those people were scared to death.
"The jars and bottles containing the poisonous insects in her house were all broken into pieces, and there were dead poisonous insects all over the floor. Hua Po... she fell to the ground, she was completely cold!"
The blind grandpa said that Hua Po was covered in purple and black, and her mouth was crawling with all kinds of insects. It looked like she had failed in a fight, and her death was particularly miserable.
Despite her withdrawn personality and low-key work, she was actually the most famous figure in the southwest mountainous area when she was young.
She refined the golden silkworm Gu at the age of eighteen or nineteen, so few people would dare to provoke her.
Most of the people who fought with her last night were the murderers of my grandma.
Only the ice silkworm Gu master can crush the golden silkworm Gu master.
Hearing this sad news, I felt extremely sad, as if weighed down by a thousand kilograms of stone.
It's all my fault... I killed Hua Po!
She could obviously live a long life in the village, but because of my family's affairs, she took over the ice silkworm Gu and ended up being defeated and died miserably.
I gritted my teeth, but couldn't stop tears from flowing down my face.
Who is the other party? First he killed Grandma without anyone noticing, and then he killed Grandma Hua without leaving any trace!
When he mentioned this, the blind grandfather gasped in anger: "That man came well prepared. He took advantage of the Wu Day, when the gods were not at work, and took advantage of the opportunity to enter the village..."
Wu Day is also known as "Wu Bu Chaozhen", which is a rest day when the gods do not go to court.
Usually on this day, the land and dragon gods in the village would also take a rest.
On this day, the blind grandpa can eat meat and drink, drink wine, and live a life in the world.
Last night, he was drunk and fell asleep until dawn. Who would have thought that that thing would openly fight with Hua Po while there was no god on duty in the village.
"It seems that the other party came prepared." I sniffed and said with sobs.
"Isn't it? It's all my fault..." The blind grandfather also blamed himself and regretted not protecting Hua Po.
Then he walked to a quiet place where no one was and said to me secretly: "Although Hua Po is gone, she left a clue related to the ice silkworm Gu."
The note was hidden inside the silver bracelet she wore.
Hua Po wears a fish scale-shaped silver bracelet on her wrist all year round. No one thought that this bracelet was hollow and could hide things.
It was the blind grandfather who heard something wrong with the banging sound of the bracelet and asked someone to take it off. Only then did he discover that the bracelet was hollow inside and had a small note stuffed inside.
There were no words on the note. After all, Hua Po was from Miaojiang, and Miaojiang had no words. However, she drew three patterns and left them behind.
The blind grandpa couldn't see it, so he asked someone to take a picture of it and sent it to my mobile phone.
I quickly clicked on WeChat, and sure enough I received a photo.
On a piece of blood-stained yellow paper, three lifelike little figures were drawn.
The first one is a woman, wearing a short skirt and slim clothes, with a golden pheasant hairpin in her hair.
The second one was a blooming iris. The petals and stamens were painted very carefully, and I recognized it at a glance.
What I can’t understand the most is the third portrait!
In the portrait, the girl wearing a short skirt and Miao clothes is standing in front of a mirror with a bug crawling on her hand. Several dotted lines are drawn in front of the bug, which turn into solid lines after passing through the mirror.
I told the blind grandpa what I saw, and he was silent for a long time.
"This first one... I should tell you that the person who created the ice silkworm Gu was a young hag wearing a short skirt and a seedling suit."
The short-skirted Miao people are a branch of the Miao nationality, famous for their unique short-skirted clothing and golden pheasant totem.
There seems to be no short-skirted Miao village near our village, but this pointed the way for us.
Young women, Miao people with short skirts, and grass ghost women. There should be very few people who can meet these three conditions.
"The second picture should be related to this kind of flower..." The blind grandfather recalled that the rich floral fragrance in the house was indeed a bit like the sweet fragrance of iris.
"Is it the smell of her body?" I guessed.
"Probably!"
The blind grandpa said that it would be easier to identify it this way. If you smell the fragrance of iris, you have to be alert.
"As for the third picture..." The blind grandpa was also in trouble and didn't know what it meant.
Why does the Gu insect emit a dotted line in front of the mirror, but turns into a solid line behind the mirror?
"Does this mean that she can use the mirror to change the poison from virtual to real?" I speculated boldly.
"This... is not impossible!" Grandpa Blind said. Many witches cast their spells through horoscopes, photos, or people's underwear. The practice of volleying in the air is not new, but the strange thing is that through mirrors practice.
Mirror……
I unconsciously thought of myself.
Before I was sixteen years old, my grandma explicitly prohibited me from looking in the mirror, and I had to pay special attention to reflective objects. Was it not because of that sinister person, but because of this idiot?
The more I think about it, the more I feel there must be a connection between the two.
Grandma was washing clothes by the river when her accident happened.
Isn't that clear river water just a mirror?
As for what happened to Hua Po...
I quickly asked: "Blind Grandpa, could you please ask someone to check if there are any mirrors or reflective objects around Hua Po's body?"
After all, we have been with each other for many years. As soon as the blind grandfather heard my words, he immediately understood.
"Okay...I'll ask them to help me take a look."
I waited anxiously for a few minutes, when the blind grandpa called again, his voice hoarse.
"You guessed it right, there is a small mirror beside her."
The mirror is only about the size of a palm, a round mirror with a lid that looks like a compact.
Hua Po had obviously guessed that the other party was using a mirror to do this, but she still had to take out the mirror. She...she did it on purpose!
She is using her own life to verify the conjecture she discovered before.
As a result...she guessed it right!
She risked her life and told me the clue.
If before, I only felt sad and sad, at this moment, knowing that Hua Po sacrificed her life for justice and used her life to seek the truth for me, my heart felt like it was being grabbed hard by an invisible big hand, and it hurt so much that I couldn't breathe.
"Hua Po...what should I give in return for this love..." I broke down and cried loudly.
The blind grandfather also sighed repeatedly and said with a choked voice: "Girl, Hua Po is not just for you, she is also for her own dignity. No witch can let others trample and kill innocent people indiscriminately on their own territory..."
This is a battle to defend dignity. Hua Po would rather die in battle than be a coward, which makes me stand in awe.
"Blind Grandpa, bury Hua Po properly! I will pay for the funeral expenses, and I will treat it as a filial piety to her..."
