The child was sleepy and tossed and turned all night, but he didn't feel anything. When he woke up in the morning, he was so scared that he cried when he saw the blood from the pillow.

My father gave birth to a girl before me, named Dafeng, which was my sister, three years older than me. At that time, he slept with me. When he heard me crying, he woke up. Seeing my neck covered in blood, he was so scared that he cried loudly, saying that my brother was going to die, my brother was going to die, Dad, come and see. After shouting several times, my father ran up from the yard under the stilt house, rushed into the room and saw that half of my neck was covered with blood, and the pillowcase filled with straw was also filled with blood foam. He was so scared that he was so scared that he patted my face and asked me if I was feeling uncomfortable.

I nodded and said I was uncomfortable. My neck was itchy and itchy. I couldn't help but want to scratch it.

I raised my right hand to show my father. There was also a lot of dry plasma on my hand. The nails that grew overnight were full of meat and frothy, which looked very scary. My father was a barefoot doctor in the mountain. In addition to going to the county for training, his ancestors also passed on some traditional Chinese medicine doctors. Seeing that my pupils were not dissipated, and although I was weak, I was in good spirits, I breathed a sigh of relief and asked my sister to go to the kitchen to bring a basin of hot water.

My sister was well-behaved and soon went to get a cloth veil and a hot water basin. My father held me, changed the bed, washed his hands, and carefully helped me wash all the blood on my neck.

Because I scratched all night, many of the wounds were scabbed and the blood was hard, so it was difficult to get it. The water was too hot or the strength in my hands was heavy, and I was trembling in pain. My father was a slutty man on the surface, but he also felt sorry for his youngest son. Every shout of mine seemed to poke in his heart, frowning, and his hands and feet became lighter.

My father scrubbed me for more than half an hour before washing my neck. After a closer look, I saw a large piece of fiery red skin on the right side of my neck, with large gray-white or gray-brown polygonal diamond-shaped scales on the surface, mostly round, with the front end obliquely inserted into the genuine leather, arranged under the skin in a tiled shape, and there were several rows of serrated protrusions on the edge, which looked like the scales of a carp.

Yesterday was just red, but overnight, half of my neck actually had fish scales, and many fish scales were unknowingly caught off. The washed wounds spit out clear mucus, emitting a stinky fishy smell. My father felt disgusted, but after all, he was his own child, he couldn't let go. He told my sister to help me apply water with a cloth veil and run to the room to find his barefoot doctor's guide.

That day, my father didn't even have a bite of breakfast. After discussing with my mother in the main hall for a long time, he hurried down the mountain and ran to the village to buy medicine.

That day I was in a state of ease, feeling my neck was burning and wanted to reach out to grab it, but my sister watched from the side. She firmly followed my father's instructions before leaving, and she would never allow me to grab it with her dirty hands. Seeing that I was feeling uncomfortable, I used a wet veil to help me gently wipe it. At that time, I couldn't afford to use a soft towel in the countryside. The woven cloth she knitted was hard and erect, which made me scream. My mother was crying when she saw it, saying that this baby had committed a sin and had never stopped after birth.

I heard people in the village say before that when I was born, something happened and I almost couldn't survive. However, this was a taboo in my own home and I didn't even mention it. At that time, I was so painful that I didn't have the heart to ask about it. However, I could bear it and didn't let Long Genzi joke about it that came to me to play with.

At noon, my mother rarely made a bowl of egg custard, steamed it in a clay pot, and served it in a white porcelain bowl. The water was bright and tender, making people drool.

I have never eaten any white rice in the mountains since I remember. Coral and potatoes are often the staple food in the pot. Sometimes when the food is out, I have to go up the mountain to dig a kind of mangroin and cook a food called "Mangba". Although I raise chickens at home, eggs and other things are taken down the mountain to get salt. Life is very tight, and this egg custard is almost made of three eggs. This is simply too luxurious for my family, which has not had meat for a long time. My sister only put on her lips and drooled a lot.

I was young at that time, but I was very close to my sister. I scooped a big bite with the spoon and swallowed it into my stomach. It was so fresh that my tongue was about to swallow it. Seeing my sister watching from the side, I pushed her to take a bite.

Although my sister was greedy, she was already sensible at that time, so she glanced at my mother. Who knew that her mother, who was usually served with a bowl of water, had a very flat face at this time and scolded my sister: "Eat, what are you eating? Your brother doesn't have a few bites in total..."

My mother is a very kind woman, but at this time she looks very serious, her face is broken tightly. My sister can't stand this anger, her eyes turn red, and she twists her body and runs out.

At that time, I felt something was wrong with the atmosphere, but the child couldn't bear it. After coaxing me a few words, I finished eating the bowl of egg custard mixed with corn rice. I fell asleep again. I was in a daze until the sun set. My father rushed back. It took less than three hours to walk from Longjialing, Mali Mountain to the village. The reason why my father came back so late was because there was no medicine he wanted in the township health station. According to my father, my disease is called ichthyosis, and I need to use Western medicine, retinoic acid and vitamin D. The world has been in chaos in the past two years and the medicine is hard to buy. He also begged grandpa to sue his grandma, and then he got back a little.

My father was confident, but my mother's tense face never relaxed. However, she still asked me to eat some food and then took the medicine.

After taking the medicine, I felt a little more comfortable. The fish scales on my neck were not so itchy, and I fell asleep in a drowsy way. But before I could sleep for a long time, I felt someone blowing at me, it was chilly, like someone putting ice ridges into my neck. I vaguely heard the sound of a child crying, the kind of hairy child who was three or two years old, woo, woo, woo...

I was upset when I heard it, tossed and turned around, and was still there, so I suddenly opened my eyes and was about to curse my mother, when I suddenly saw a pair of white-eyed men staring at me.

ah……

I screamed hard, jumped up from the bed, punched hard in front, and then saw a white shadow beside the bed in the corner of my eyes. I was so scared that I was so scared that I gritted my teeth and rushed towards the white shadow, kicking and hitting.

As a result, before I could kick a few times, the white shadow shouted: "Brother, brother, it's me, I'm your sister!"

I looked down and saw that the white shadow was really my sister. The disease on my neck was constantly applying water. She was holding a veil in her hand, which was taking care of me. After seeing this clearly, I felt soft. At this time, my father and mother hurried to the room again. After asking about the situation, she asked my sister to go to their room to sleep and they would guard it.

My sister worked hard for most of the night and was so sleepy that she was beaten by me again. She was relieved to hear this and went to the next room to sleep, while my parents were guarding the room and coaxing me to sleep.

I was really scared that moment just now, but with my parents by my side, I felt a little relieved. But my neck was hot, numb and itchy, and I tossed and turned for a long time before I fell asleep. However, I became much lighter at this moment. I didn’t know how long it took, but when I heard my mother crying next to me, I woke up a little, and listened to her in a daze: “Old Chen, Erdan is not a disease, he is possessed by evil spirits.”

My father was beside him and did not say anything. After a while, my mother said again: "The crazy old Taoist priest said that Erdan's life was too hard and we couldn't support it. It seems that he would agree."

Then my father replied roughly and said, "It's my son, why should he raise him?"

My mother cried again, saying that he raised you, aren’t they all your sons? Do you just want to watch your cub be killed by that evil ghost? Why are you so cruel?
Chapter completed!