Without the crutch, the old watchman's movements were obviously much slower.
I suppressed the uneasiness in my heart and walked forward towards him.
I reached the outermost part of the crowd, and the old watchman also squeezed in front of me.
He stared at me directly at first, with a smile on his lips, but the next moment, his body suddenly twitched, and his eyes seemed to become round.
A faint trace of green lingered on his eyelids, making him look like he was terminally ill.
Obviously, the old watchman struggled a little at that moment, but he never struggled...
My heart trembled, and I immediately pursed my lips.
The old watchman tremblingly raised his hand, his rough palm, to touch my face.
But when his hand reached in front of me, he suddenly stopped.
The "old watchman" moved his lips, and vaguely, I seemed to hear a weird accent, and the word he spoke seemed to be a "dirty" word...
Then, the "old watchman" turned around again.
In front of the originally crowded courtyard gate, those who had their heads lowered suddenly raised their heads faintly at this moment.
They moved their bodies numbly and made a way in the middle of the yard. Everyone's eyes were on me.
I can't describe that feeling. People's looks can't be the same, and people's eyes can't be exactly the same.
But unfortunately, the eyes and emotions of these people revealed a hint of sadness.
This kind of sadness makes me feel depressed.
After we entered the courtyard, those people's heads lowered again.
When he reached the pot, the old watchman suddenly stopped.
His body trembled again, and his pace, which was slightly steady one moment, became staggering again this moment.
The old watchman pressed the big pot smoothly, and at the same time, he held the wooden stick on the edge of the pot with one hand to steady his body.
"Go in." The old watchman suddenly said quietly. He glanced at me and then at the door of the earthen house in the courtyard.
Then he ignored me and just stared at the pot, stirring constantly, while the corners of his mouth curled up, clearly sneering.
That kind of emotion is even more frightening.
I also glanced at the pot. It felt turbid, like broth, with a weird oily aroma floating in it.
While stirring... I seemed to see a few very thick bones...
Immediately, I felt nauseated, all the pores on my body stood up, and my scalp was so numb that I almost lost consciousness.
I had a vague guess, but I didn't dare to think about it because it was too scary.
Under the pressure of panic, I felt more urgent and anxious. I no longer delayed time, and my feet became faster.
When I arrived at the door of the earthen house, I pushed the door hard.
With a creaking sound, the door was pushed open.
There is actually a person lighting a candle in this room!
She was clearly a hag, about forty years old, with a thin build and a candle wick burning in the middle of his head.
I was so shocked that I almost yelled, but I still gritted my teeth and suppressed the fear.
There is a wooden bed on the side, and there is a person lying on the bed...
The moment my eyes fell, my whole body trembled.
What was on my mind the most at this time was actually not fear, but sadness.
Because that woman gave me the same feeling of sadness.
The entire room felt depressed.
I staggered a lot, and walked to the bed shivering.
I was shaking and couldn't control the shaking of my body, but this was not because of fear, but because of the pain in my heart that felt like a knife.
The woman lying on the bed looked to be in her twenties at most.
She had an oval face, and her closed eyes exuded a sense of tranquility, while a small knot between her eyebrows showed that she was not at peace inside.
Wearing yellowish white cloth, it has obviously been a long time.
Her hair was pressed under her body, and the black hair actually showed a bit of dark blue, and the skin on her face was even more blue...
This is completely different from the livid complexion of a dead person.
This green penetrates deep into the skin, and there are even some downy lines attached to the face.
The position of her chest and abdomen seemed to be rising and falling...
My head was buzzing at that time.
My mother, shouldn’t she also have the spirit of a living corpse?
The sourness in his eyes could no longer be tolerated, and two lines of tears burst out of his eyes.
There are many similarities between her appearance and mine. In the past twenty-two years, I have seen her vaguely in my dreams. Later I learned that she was a female evil spirit. I was rescued by her several times, but I was always filled with fear and uneasiness. , and didn’t see her face so clearly.
The blue color on her face represents the evil of the corpse!
And the rise and fall of her chest and abdomen made her unable to swallow her breath!
She has been holding this breath for more than twenty years, and it is still so fierce...
God knows how much pain she suffered before she died?
"Mom..." I knelt down on the ground tremblingly.
I feel very regretful at this time, regretting why I was afraid of her before!
When she saw me injured and dying, she turned into such a ferocious side that the whole village wanted to avenge me!
She has saved me so many times, followed me for so many years, and even Kanyang Pass did not harm me.
How could I fear her? How can you be afraid of her! Why did I even receive the things promised by the paper person before? !
I jerked and my head hit the ground hard!
There was a muffled bang and a dizzy feeling that almost made me faint.
But I didn't stop and kowtowed three times!
"Yin and Yang, there is a mother. You have been following me, but Yin and Yang are unfilial and don't know the pain of the mother's heart."
"My son is even more unfilial. He made his mother suffer from the coldness of the hanging river and the resentment that penetrated her body. She suffered every day."
"Yin Yang will definitely free you!" I raised my head suddenly and looked at my mother's body on the bed with determination in my eyes.
But at this moment, I still found something wrong.
The few times I saw my mother before, she was floating underwater.
She should have made some moves at that time.
The living corpse cannot hold its breath, so its behavior should be similar to that of a living person.
But why is she motionless now? !
A ticking sound suddenly appeared next to my ears.
I was too depressed before to notice it, but now I saw an enamel bowl on the ground beside the bed.
There was a bloody gash on my mother's wrist.
Drop by drop of blood is flowing into the enamel bowl.
Under the faint candlelight, the blood bowl was mostly filled. As the blood dripped, ripples formed on the surface...
My mother can't wake up because she's bleeding?
I stared at the bowl of blood, my eyes about to burst.
Just at this moment, a sound of footsteps suddenly came from behind me.
I turned around suddenly and looked behind me!