Pure yang does not produce, pure yin does not grow, and the book of fate says: A man with pure yang will be lonely in four pillars, and a woman with pure yin in four pillars will be cold.

And I am like this. I was born in a small mountain village in the south in the 1980s. It was surrounded by mountains. Before autumn passed, frost and mist covered the entire mountain and river, and it was cold and white.

I remember the old lady once said that on the day I was born, the dogs in the village suddenly seemed crazy, barking around the delivery room for a night. Even the wild cats in the mountains were like love, screaming and screaming, like ghosts and wolves howling. The whole village was quarrel all night long and could not fall asleep. A mother-in-law lived at the entrance of the village. She was a witch when she was young and had a reputation in all corners of the world. However, she was persecuted in the 1960s and was stimulating in her nerves. She was usually nagging. On this day, she looked like crazy, her face was distorted, and she threw stones into the delivery room frantically, and kept muttering: This is a ghost, and she shouldn't have been born.

I can't remember everything I did when I was a child, but I can still remember one thing. When I was very young, the witch would always appear beside me, looking at me coldly. The look seemed to prick the heart and make people creepy. What impressed me deeply is that when I was eight years old, I was playing by the river with the young man in the village. The witch suddenly appeared and pushed me into the river and choked several mouthfuls of water. Fortunately, a uncle passed by and fished me out of the water, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable. But since then, I have never seen the witch again.

My grandmother has never read a book, but she is very kind and knows a lot of strange things in the countryside. Therefore, I like my grandmother than my parents. She always pesters her and begs her to tell me some novel stories. At this time, the old grandmother always touches my little head lovingly and talks with me about strange stories in the mountains.

Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long. When I was eleven years old, when the July heat was storm, a thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, and the mountains and rivers were shaking. Even the porcelain bowl at the corner of the table was shaking. Then, several purple lightning shots hit a century-old tree in front of my house. The old tree broke from the middle, and a burnt raccoon cat fell on the side.

It’s strange that since that day, Zijianlang’s old lady suddenly collapsed on the bed as if she had become seriously ill. She hired countless old Chinese doctors to no avail. Seven days later, just when the whole family was in despair, the old lady suddenly climbed off the bed without warning. Not only did she have no signs of illness, but her pace was more stable than in her prime, but she gave me the feeling that she was not as familiar as before, as if she had become a different person. Her eyes were no longer full of kindness when she looked at me.

Since then, the number of chickens, ducks and geese in the village has gradually decreased, and the old lady has become a little nervous. Not only does she speak, but she is cold and frosty to the surroundings, but she also likes to stay alone in a dark corner. I always feel that her eyes look at me are a little weird, but she can't tell what she feels!

It lasted for another week. A week later, in the night, I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a figure standing on the head of my bed. Because the night was dark, I couldn't see who it was. However, the figure had a pair of green glasses, glowing green in the night, staring at me straight at me. It was all night, and it was not until the rooster crowed, which scared me very much. When I woke up the next morning, I saw many relatives and neighbors gathered at home, and my parents were crying in a low voice. When I asked, it turned out that my grandma was missing. After that, my family searched for her for a whole year, but she had never found her grandma.

A year later, just as everyone was about to forget about this, a few strange things suddenly happened in the village!

First, some small animals began to appear inexplicably at my doorstep, first there were some insects, and then poultry, voles and so on. When passing by my doorstep, the villagers always said that there was a faint stench coming from my house, as if something was starting to rot.

Immediately afterwards, my father found a raccoon skin under the bed where my grandmother had lived. The raccoon skin seemed to have been burned by a fire, scattering a faint smell of rottenness. My father found an open space to bury it, but in just a few days, a large pit was dug up where the raccoon skin was buried, and the raccoon skin inside was lost. That night, my father and mother also disappeared together without warning, without any trace, and disappeared without a trace. However, strangely, a one-year-old baby girl appeared in the room where the parents were missing.

I was only 11 years old back then and I didn't know anything. I just felt that the lively home suddenly became quiet, but it was a bit terrible.
Chapter completed!