My name is Wang Yang. Before I was ten years old, I had no memory because before that, I was a corpse.
According to my father, my mother showed signs of difficulty during delivery and had to be sent to the hospital for a caesarean section. However, there was a violent storm and the traffic in our village was poor, so it took half an hour to get to the nearest clinic.
Heavy rain closed the road, resulting in one body and two lives!
My father was devastated, but he could only accept his fate.
On the day of the funeral, a Feng Shui master came to the village. He said that the fetus must be removed from my mother's belly because my mother was pregnant with a ghost fetus and turned into a murderous corpse after death. If she was buried in the village's graveyard, it would not only be damaged. The feng shui in the village can also lead to deaths.
When Mr. Feng Shui said this, the people in the village immediately panicked. They all tried to persuade my father to listen to Mr. Feng Shui’s advice. After all, this Mr. Feng Shui was a man who knew his true skills. People from all over the country invited him to do weddings and weddings. He was a trustworthy expert. !
How could my father listen to such ridiculous advice? Even death would not be able to separate me from my mother.
The villagers' kind words at the beginning turned into warnings and threats, and they threatened that if my father dared to bury the corpses of his mother and son in the village's graveyard, they would dig up the grave and cut my mother's belly with a kitchen knife, and forcibly remove the fetus. Get it out of your stomach.
My dad can't beat a hundred people with one mouth, and then my grandpa showed up.
"When will it be your turn to have the final say in my family affairs? Whoever dares to touch my daughter-in-law's body will be buried with him!"
Grandpa fought in a war when he was young and was full of murderous intent, which shocked everyone on the spot.
Thanks to my grandfather's suppression, my mother was able to be buried smoothly.
However, there are unruly people in the poor mountains and rivers, and the villagers will not give up. In addition, Mr. Feng Shui has been saying that if the evil corpses of the mother and son are not eradicated, the village will be in disaster!
So, on the first seven nights of my mother's life, hundreds of villagers surrounded our home and prevented my father from leaving the house. At the same time, they sent several strong men to dig my mother's grave, threatening to kill us in public. Mother and son were separated from the body.
My father resisted and was beaten brutally. My grandfather was already old and could only sit at home and wait.
There was a violent storm outside at this time, which corresponded to the night my mother died.
On the grave hill, several strong men looked for my mother's grave with flashlights.
Also traveling with them was the Feng Shui master from before. Originally, this matter had nothing to do with him, but he told the villagers that he was a cultivator and it was his responsibility to kill demons. You can also accumulate evil virtue by doing this, so you must carry this matter through to the end!
Under the lightning and thunder, everyone worked hard with hoes and shovels in hand.
After a while, the grave was dug. It had only rained for less than half an hour, but rainwater had already accumulated in the pit, and even two-thirds of the coffins were submerged.
Mr. Feng Shui asked them to open the coffin, but the opening shocked everyone.
Seven days after being buried, my mother's body did not rot. Instead, she gained weight and her belly was still growing, with obvious ups and downs.
"Oops!"
"A corpse gives birth to a son! You can't keep it!"
"Open the belly and take out the corpse baby, hurry up!"
The Feng Shui master looked panicked and put a talisman on my mother's forehead. He held a copper coin and circled around the coffin, chanting incantations while several strong men hurriedly opened my mother's belly.
He was about to succeed, but a dark shadow appeared in the heavy rain.
Before the people present could react, the yellow muddy water had turned red, a machete was dripping with blood, and the strong men digging the grave had fallen into the pit without making a sound.
As lightning passed by, it illuminated the black shadow's face.
Mr. Feng Shui was so frightened that he fell to the ground and called out the shadow's name.
"Wang Tianhong!"
As soon as Mr. Feng Shui finished speaking, a blood mark appeared on his neck and he died on the spot.
The Wang Tianhong he calls is his father's younger brother and my second uncle.
The second uncle came to the grave with a surprised expression. He picked up the dead me from the coffin and found that my pupils were one yellow and one gray, and my mouth was slightly open and I was breathing.
At this moment, another person walked in the dark night, it was my grandfather.
The second uncle handed the dying me to my grandfather and said excitedly.
"The corpse gives birth to a son, the yin-yang pupil!"
"Dad! There is no end to the road, and our family will never end!"
Grandpa wiped off the blood on my body, smiled and then cried...
The next day.
The second uncle surrendered, and only later did we find out that he had been sentenced to life imprisonment. I was afraid I would never see him again in this life.
Without my second uncle and grandpa, I wouldn’t be where I am today.
Because of this incident, our whole family was ostracized. My father was an honest farmer, but because he had to make a living, he could only continue to live in the village.
I was born from a corpse and have a special constitution. It is impossible for me to grow up healthily like an ordinary child.
Without breast milk, I would still be a corpse.
For this reason, I have been brewing crow blood with ashes since I was a child. The two are Yin substances and are used as breast milk.
In addition, the miscellaneous room must be vacated, the windows sealed with cement to prevent sunlight from entering, a pit one meter deep must be dug on the ground of the miscellaneous building, and broken mirrors must be placed in the four corners to collect evil spirits. Absorb it for me.
At the age of weaning, normal children grow teeth, but mine grew canines.
In order to prevent me from transforming into a corpse, my grandfather stopped feeding me yin food. Instead, he dispelled the evil spirit in my body and turned it from yin to yang.
When I was eight years old, I walked out of the dark side room, but I couldn't walk and crawled on all fours like an animal.
I heard from my father that he failed to keep an eye on me several times and let me sneak out. At first he just killed other people's poultry, but then he went too far and even bit people.
Grandpa asked me to leave the miscellaneous room in order to use sunlight to dispel the evil spirit in my body, but I was too destructive, comparable to a wild beast, so he could only tie me with chains to control my freedom.
Two years later, at the age of ten, the evil spirit in my body has been almost eliminated, and I can fully integrate into a normal life.
It's a pity that the family scandal has been publicized. Not to mention the village knowing about our family, the news has spread all over the country, and each has its own version.
So much so that I was bullied when I was in school. Some people called me a ghost, and some called me a beast.
I couldn't scold them or fight with them. Perhaps because I was born from a corpse, I was born violent and almost beat people to death.
I was kicked out of the school after just one semester. The school said that I had mental problems and that my presence would affect the safety of other students, so they kicked me out of the school.
My father had no choice but to let me stay at home.
Fortunately, my grandfather was a man of culture. He not only fought in the war, but also read books, so he taught me about culture.
After my humanity was suppressed to a certain extent, my grandfather no longer taught me reading and writing, but taught me the five arts.
What are the five arts?
Mountain, medicine, fortune, fortune telling, divination.
But before I could master the Five Arts, my grandpa had an accident!
When I was fifteen years old, my father and I went out to visit relatives for a few days. When we came back, we found my grandfather lying in bed dead for many days!
