In the face of huge interests, the villagers have already put life and death aside.
But strangely enough, since the stranger living in my house came into the mountains, the strange things in the mountains have gradually disappeared.
But this turned out to be a bad thing, because the villagers became bolder.
My grandma and I were the only ones left in our family, and the situation at home was getting worse day by day. I finally couldn't bear it anymore.
On this day I gathered two playmates, and the three of us quietly went into the mountains.
There is nothing near the village anymore. There are holes everywhere, big and small, and not even half a coin can be found in them.
The three of us simply walked towards the depths of the old forest.
It is estimated that no one is as familiar with the surrounding mountains and forests as we are. Although the older generation has explicitly prohibited us from entering the mountains, children do not care about this. When we were young, we often went into the mountains quietly.
We headed directly towards the top of the mountain in the east. We had been to this place when we were children. I remember seeing a stone tablet in one place.
Now that I think about it, it must be a big tomb, because the words on the stone tablet are hard to understand, and there must be something valuable in it.
The three of them were familiar with the road and arrived at their destination in less than half a day.
Sure enough, this place also collapsed, but there were no traces of human activity around, and the collapse was not serious.
The three of us walked around and found an entrance.
I raised my flashlight and looked inside, and I really saw a big coffin.
But this coffin seemed a little different. Not only was the material made of metal, but the main reason was that the coffin was hung directly in the air by nine thick iron chains.
Thirteen years old, full of energy, how can I be afraid.
I fixed the rope around my waist and my two friends pulled me. I held a flashlight and went down directly from the hole.
I didn't expect it to be so cold inside the cave. It was obviously short-sleeved weather outside, but it made me shiver inside the cave.
I carefully stepped on the coffin, but I was dumbfounded. I couldn't open the iron knot.
I had no choice but to fumble around on the coffin lid while letting the friends above think of a solution.
But I don’t know what pricked my hand, and I just felt a sting in the palm of my hand.
In an instant, the surrounding air dropped several degrees, and the coffin began to shake violently. The black clouds on the top of the mountain that I had seen earlier floated out along the cracks in the coffin.
I was so frightened that I quickly stood up and shouted to my friends to pull me up.
Still in mid-air, I felt something keep hitting my body. I felt more and more uncomfortable and passed out.
I woke up slowly amidst the cries of my friends. My consciousness was still there, but my hands and feet seemed to be out of control.
Even the sunshine in front of me made me very uncomfortable. I left my two friends behind and rushed down the mountain with long strides.
I didn't speak, but I was mumbling to myself, making some sounds that I couldn't understand.
It was even accompanied by a few crazy and weird laughs, which were not my voice at all, let alone a human voice.
I rushed all the way down the mountain and into the village. I could see and hear, but I couldn't control my movements at all.
I rushed straight to the west end of the village, grabbed a chicken from Widow Wang's house, broke it apart, and even put it directly to my mouth and bit it fiercely.
I felt nauseous but couldn't vomit it out because I couldn't control my body now.
The news about my madness spread immediately, and the villagers quickly gathered, but no one dared to approach me.
I already had the third chicken in my hands.
Grandma broke through the crowd and rushed forward, hugging me tightly.
Tears streamed down my face. I wanted to speak, but I couldn't speak. When I opened my mouth, I could only let out that hideous laugh.
I don’t know where I got the strength, so I pushed my grandma away and ran towards the outside of the village. The familiar faces around me all gave way.
But just when I was about to rush out of the village, I bumped into someone, like hitting a wall. I fell to the ground, and my consciousness became a little clearer.
When I looked up, it was not the man who lived in our house.
I saw him walking towards me mumbling something, his left hand turned into a palm, his right hand turned into a sword finger, and he quickly drew something on his palm.
I stood up again uncontrollably, and the man slapped me on the forehead. This time, I really went limp and passed out completely.
The first thing I saw when I woke up was my grandma’s anxious eyes, and then I saw the man.
I want to move, but I can't.
The man was holding a silver needle and was stabbing me.
There are still words in his mouth.
But all I understood was "Are you leaving or not?"
I was so frightened that I wanted to answer, but I couldn't speak at all.
"It's the twelfth injection..." Grandma looked at the man with a trembling voice, and she seemed to have aged a lot for a moment.
I was extremely panicked, and the man also had a solemn look on his face, but he still raised the silver needle in his hand again.
I later learned that what the man used on me was the lost "Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate". When evil spirits take hold of the body, no matter how powerful it is, it cannot survive twelve stitches. However, I received thirteen stitches for this one.
It was two days after I woke up. Grandma fell ill for no apparent reason, and the man stayed by her side.
I got up, fell down, got up, fell down, and the man didn’t help me.
But I still came to my grandma with my will.
"Live well..." Grandma left these words and left this world with a smile.
My sky is falling. I can’t believe that my always healthy grandma passed away like this in just two days.
I cursed the man in front of me and asked him why he didn't save my grandma.
The man only threw me a sentence: "The Thirteen Needles of the Gate of Hell can only be used once."
I didn't understand what he meant at the time, but later I understood that the reason why it is called "Thirteen Needles" is that it does not mean that all thirteen stitches can be administered every time a person is rescued.
If all thirteen needles are used, then this unique skill will be considered useless.
I didn’t go on the day my grandma was buried. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to go, but the villagers didn’t let me go, and the men didn’t let me go either.
Seeing that I can no longer stay in this village, there are vicious looks all around, as if I have killed our whole family.
"Come with me." The man dropped these words, turned around and walked out of the village.
What else can I do if I stay? There is no room for me here.
I knelt down violently in the direction of where my family was buried, knocked three times on my head vigorously, got up and caught up with the mysterious man.
We arrived all the way to Yunfeng County, a county town more than thirty miles away.
The man walked easily and I didn't feel tired. Maybe it was because I had no worries now and was like a walking zombie.
The man bought a shop next to the vegetable market in the county town and started carving mahogany swords for a living.
In the first two months, no one came to this store at all, and I seemed to have lost my soul. I would do whatever the man asked me to do, and there was no smile on my face anymore.
But in the third month, the store suddenly became popular.
Men, women, old and young, as well as some Taoist priests wearing Taoist robes, will come here to patronize, but this shop has never had a name.
One day the man suddenly stopped me.
From his mouth, I learned that I am a very yang person, and I have offended evil spirits in the world since I was born.
Those evil spirits can't hurt me, but they can hurt my closest relatives, such as my mother, my father, and my grandparents.
My grandma was the reincarnation of Wenquxing, so she was able to survive. But when she hugged me at the end, she was hit by the evil spirit and died.
No wonder I had no trouble entering the mountains at any time, until the last time.
As for the thing on my body, it is no longer as simple as an ordinary evil ghost.
Ten years of evil spirits and one hundred years of Rakshasa. The reason why the thing in my body was sealed in the Panlong Cave was to suppress its evil nature.
If I hadn't bumped into this extremely yang body that is rare to see in a thousand years, and that thing has been sealed for hundreds of years, my moral conduct would not be as good as before, I'm afraid the whole village would have suffered.
And now, I have become the vessel that seals Rakshasa.
"It's not that I don't want to get rid of it, it's just that I can't find a better container than you. Your blood broke the previous seal, so I had to seal him in your left hand."
The man's words were like a thunderbolt. I told him how my left hand has become stronger and stronger in the past three months, and the skin has become rougher and rougher.
I looked at my left hand. From the wrist down, it was no longer the same color as my arm.
I couldn't help but yell at the man, why did he tie the murderer of my grandma to me.
The man didn't reply, just turned and left.
I stayed alone in the store for three days, and the past years were vividly in my mind, and finally settled on my grandma’s last words: "Live well..."
