The shouts from behind were getting closer.
There was a wolf in front of me and a tiger behind me. My scalp was numb.
In desperation, I pushed the paper lady away and wanted to continue running with my head down.
But suddenly he tripped and fell down.
The light of the flashlight shines on me
I was trying to crawl away, but my ankles suddenly felt cold.
He was directly pulled by something.
Then my body slid backwards involuntarily, as if being dragged by something behind me.
Countless grass roots and branches scraped against my body, and my mouth was covered in mud.
I wanted to struggle and resist, but my hands were grabbed by another pair of cold hands.
The papery face suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, with dark eyes staring straight at me.
"Ah Si...where are you going?".
Looking at the black hole, my field of vision gradually turned into pitch black
The coldness climbs onto the body, bit by bit eroding the limbs
Are you going to die...are you going to die?
I feel unwilling and resentful as never before
I even survived the fate of certain death when I was a child, but now I have to die here for no reason?
A reddish light suddenly appeared in the endless darkness
That light gradually enlarged and finally appeared in front of you.
It looks like a red lantern.
"Child, what are you doing lying on the ground?".
I was woken up by an old voice and opened my eyes,
There really is a red lantern in front of me.
I lay on all fours like a toad. I first tried to move my hands and feet.
Hey, I can move.
I quickly got up and looked around. Except for this old man holding a lantern, there was no one else.
It was as if everything I had experienced before was just a dream.
Regardless of whether it is true or not, I would like to thank this old man anyway.
I politely thanked him: "Thank you, uncle."
Suddenly I noticed something unusual, and I took the initiative to step forward.
The old man's appearance was somewhat familiar.
The old man didn't mind but took the initiative to raise a lantern to look after me so that I could see clearly.
But when I saw it clearly.
I was so frightened that I sat down on the ground, looking horrified.
Pointing at him with trembling fingers, he said: "Grandpa! You are Grandpa!".
My grandpa’s photo is posted on the wall at home and I can see it every day. Do I still recognize this person now?
The wrinkles on Grandpa’s face were as tight as flowers: “I didn’t expect that my little grandson would grow so big.”
"Don't be afraid, I'm your grandfather, what are you afraid of?".
I'm almost crying. I'm scared just because you are a grandpa.
My father died more than ten years ago.
Now that I can see my grandpa, either he has seen a ghost or I am dead.
Grandpa bent his waist and patted my shoulder: "Child, get up and the ground is cold."
After these things, my mental endurance has become stronger.
If you see a ghost, you will see a ghost. Is there one buried in the ancestral grave?
Anyway, I can’t run anymore, so I’ll just die.
I simply asked: "Master, are you coming to pick me up?".
Grandpa's smile suddenly disappeared, and he slapped me on the head: "Nonsense."
"You are living well, and you cannot die if anyone dies!".
"You are the last root of the Zhang family!".
After that, grandpa stared at the lantern and walked in one direction.
"Hurry up and catch up, those things will be back soon."
I almost guessed what grandpa was talking about, so I didn’t dare to hesitate.
It is always easier to accept ghosts at home than ghosts outside.
Compared to the previous guys, I don't know why I feel a sense of affinity with the grandfather in front of me.
Not very scared.
Following Grandpa, I couldn't help but ask: "Master, are you a ghost?".
Grandpa didn't respond
I asked again: "Are those things ghosts just now?"
Grandpa sighed deeply: "My ancestors' misfortunes will be borne by our descendants. It's so shameful to see our ancestors."
He looked back at me and said, "I don't know if they are ghosts, but I dare say you will become a ghost after you die in a few days."
Am I a ghost? I shuddered all over.
"Master, you didn't come here just to scare me, did you?"
"Who wants to kill me?".
Grandpa paused and said a word that made my jaw drop.
"Your wife".
I was shocked and said with a smile: "Grandpa, are you confused? I'm only seventeen and I don't even have a girlfriend."
"Where did you get your wife from?"
Grandpa turned back and smiled strangely: "Just because you don't have a girlfriend doesn't mean you don't have a wife."
"You have it, and you've had it since the day you were born."
"Your father dug up ancestral graves and committed a taboo, stalking the Zhang family. You happen to be the only male in the Zhang family. You were born on the fourteenth day of April in the fourth year, a year of great calamity."
My eyes widen
What my grandpa said is the same as what my mother said.
At least it can be confirmed that this grandfather is the soul of his biological grandfather.
Grandpa continued: "That day, your mother was giving birth. God's will was for you to die in your mother's belly, but the Taoist priest in white appeared and saved her."
"It's just that even if you were born, you wouldn't live for four hours."
"Even the old man in white has nothing to do."
"If God wants me to die, I have to die, but if God wants me to have no descendants of the Zhang family, I won't agree."
"Regardless of evil spirits or God's will, I will keep the only seedling of the Zhang family!".
Me: "So you snatched me from my mother?"
Grandpa nodded: "When I was young, I practiced with a half-immortal and knew some yin-yang magic. At that time, there was only one way."
"That's a secret marriage!"
"Marry a yin wife to protect your life."
I was puzzled: "You said you married a ghost wife to save your life, but why is she trying to kill me now?"
Grandpa: "Yin marriage contract, the king of hell's invitation, we are married, and we have entered the palace."
"Half happiness, half love, she protects you before marriage, but kills you after marriage."
"The day you turn eighteen is when she will kill you!".
I scratched my hair, it became more and more chaotic
If grandpa wasn't joking, then wasn't he married to a fatal creature?
My eighteenth birthday is just a few days away. Does my ghost wife really want to kill me?
Click click click......
Suddenly there was the sound of branches breaking in the distance behind me.
Wuwuwu... I don't know whether it was the wind blowing or the woman crying. This sound is so tragic and desolate.
And the darkness in the forest seemed to come alive.
The crying was also approaching quickly, as if someone was running towards me crying.
Grandpa looked back and his expression changed drastically:
"No, she's coming!".
Grandpa didn't care about anything else and gave me the lantern in his hand: "Go quickly! Don't look back!"
"Go straight along this road, plug your ears with blades of grass, and walk with your eyes closed! No matter what happens, don't look back!".
"Grandpa, do you want to stay?" I seemed to have forgotten that grandpa was dead.
Maybe it was because I was saved by him just now, or maybe it was the intergenerational love between yin and yang that made me reluctant to let go.
Grandpa’s expression was extremely solemn, and he pushed me away
"No, leave quickly, I want to stop her!"
"Remember three things!"
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