What kind of weird picture would that be?
Just imagine, I was sleeping peacefully in bed, and my grandfather, who was buried during the day, crawled out of the grave and stood at the end of the bed staring at me, motionless and silent!
And I, from beginning to end, had no idea that he was standing there, even under his nose, happily turning over on the bed!
The most important thing is that I actually thought of him as the back door and his two arms as two door latches! You even foolishly want to remove this 'door bolt'! No wonder my legs are shaking, the 'door latch' has not moved at all - isn't this nonsense, it's weird if it can move!
And everything I did, including falling on the ground, carefully stepping back, and leaning on him and slowly rubbing up, was all done under my grandfather's gaze!
When I thought of this, my whole body became numb, and I was scared back several steps before I stood there with my eyes wide open and at a loss. In fact, I could clearly feel that I had stopped breathing!
I should have thought of it a long time ago, I should have thought of it a long time ago! Even the wooden man under my grandfather's coffin crawled out of the grave. How could my grandfather stay quietly in the grave?
Moreover, my grandfather and the wooden man must be face to face in order to pass on luck, so wherever there is a wooden man, my grandfather should be nearby!
But after I opened the door and saw the wooden man, I was so frightened that I just ran away and didn't even have time to think about my grandfather's whereabouts.
At that time, even if I only had to use my brain a little, or turn my head and look back, even if it only took a moment, I would have found my grandpa standing at the back door, and I would not have grabbed his arm and used it as a door latch to remove it, and then I would have been frightened. In this dog-like state!
Moreover, I think I also figured out how the wooden man who couldn't walk or move came from the mountain to the door of my house - my grandfather must have carried it over and put it at the door!
As for why the wooden man knocks on the door, I think it is because he and my grandfather have to face each other to convey luck, but because it is standing a bit far away from my grandfather, the luck is like an invisible thread, pulling on it. His head hit the door again and again.
This can also explain why after the door is opened, the wooden man stops after hitting it a few times - this is like the WiFi installed in your living room. After the bedroom door is opened, the signal will be stronger, so naturally There is no need to put your phone against your bedroom door.
I stood there and looked at my grandfather in a daze. My legs were shaking unsatisfactoryly, and I might collapse to the ground at any time.
I don't know how long I held it, until I realized that I was about to suffocate and there was a stinging feeling in my lungs, I spit out the turbid air in my lungs.
But it was such an extremely slight sound that still alarmed my grandfather. I saw his head lifted up imperceptibly.
Because I was sitting at Grandpa’s feet before, he kept looking down at me. And when I stood up to unbolt the door, I also turned my back to him, so his head didn't rise, it was still downcast.
When I exhaled this foul breath, he began to slowly raise his head - his movements were very slow, as if a heavy object was pressed on his neck, and he was really moving up bit by bit. lift.
And when his head was all raised, I realized that what stood on his neck was not the face he had before at all, but a face with bulging eyes and an open mouth, extremely frightened, but without any trace of fear. Wrinkled and bloody face!
This, isn't this the wooden head that Mr. Wang carved to replace my body? !
Why is it on my grandpa's neck? ! Did they switch heads in the grave? Or maybe they exchanged their clothes?
Before I could figure out what was going on, I saw the originally wide mouth on the wooden cheek suddenly split open on both sides, revealing an extremely weird smile!
This stupid head can actually laugh!
ah! ! !
With a scream, I couldn't bear the fright anymore, so I turned around and rushed toward the door.
"boom!"
There was a dull sound, and I felt like the world was spinning, and there was a huge pain in my nose and forehead. The pain was so painful that I couldn't stop the tears from flowing down.
I hurriedly reached out to touch it, only to find that there was a wall in front of me, and my body was not standing at all, but lying on the bed - I should have been lying flat on the bed just now, and then I turned around and bumped into On the wall.
Ignoring the pain in my nose and forehead, I stood up hurriedly, and immediately glanced in the direction of the end of the bed. After confirming that there was no one there, I scanned the room again and found that there was no one else in the room except me. , and the door was closed tightly, and no wooden man was seen.
So, what just happened was just a dream?
I couldn't believe it, after all, the dream was so real! I can still feel the stinging sensation of lack of oxygen in my alveoli.
But as long as it's a dream, it's much better than my grandpa actually standing at the end of the bed watching me sleep. Moreover, if it was not a dream, how could my grandfather and the wooden man have exchanged clothes?
Just when I was about to feel lucky that this was a dream, there was a knock on the door.
Without even thinking about it, I jumped out of bed, didn't even bother to put on my shoes, and ran towards the back door, making a thumping sound under my feet.
As soon as I put my hand on the door latch, there was a "squeak" sound behind me. It was the door being pushed open. I thought it was over now. The one who came this time was more aggressive and could push the door open by himself without waiting for me to open the door.
Just when I was losing all hope, I heard a voice coming from me: "Chen Siqing, what are you crazy about?"
This is---- Mr. Wang!
I was so happy that I hurriedly turned back to look, but as soon as my head came back halfway, I was hit in the face by a piece of sawdust, which made me turn back in pain.
"If you dare to look back again, I'll chop your head off with an ax first to prevent you from harming others!"
Mr. Wang's voice came again, and I covered my face and turned around, dumbfounded.
Mr. Wang said that as soon as I entered the yard, I heard you yelling. What did you call me?
He must have heard my scream in my dream, so I told him that I had a dream about my grandfather...
Before I could finish speaking, Mr. Wang interrupted me with a look of disgust on his face and asked, "Is that why you were hacked?" ----Don't worry, your grandfather has been buried and is fine for the time being, but...
At this point, Mr. Wang suddenly paused, his brows suddenly furrowed, and his expression became serious.
I asked, but what?
He looked at me and said, something happened in Chen Guzi's house.
