I could see her face, but I couldn't see her specific appearance and expression clearly. I just felt that she stared at me motionlessly, as if she was still smiling at me.

At that time, my mind was burned into a paste and I didn't think much about it. It was not until later that I remembered that the place where the old lady appeared happened to be the house where Lao Wang's family lived.

When I came back from the hospital, it was almost evening. My dad had a report before he finished it. He rushed back to the factory when he took me home. My mom took my temperature again and saw that my fever had subsided, so he breathed a sigh of relief and asked me to sleep for a while before going to the corridor to cook.

I slept in the hospital for several hours. Now I closed my eyes but couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about watching TV. But when I opened my mouth and called my mother, my mouth couldn't open. I wanted to get out of bed, but I found that I couldn't even move.

I felt like I was tied up with a rope and stuffed my mouth with a cloth strip. I was scared and anxious. At this time, I saw that the door of the house was pushed open.

Since our family moved into the tube building, we have never changed the door. At that time, the doors were all pure wood. After several years of cold and heat, the door panels usually deformed to varying degrees. The same is true for our door. When the door is opened and closed recently, the bottom of the door is always ground to the ground, and a strange "squeaking" sound will be made.

But this time when the door was pushed open, there was no sound, and I felt that the door looked floating, as if it was not a little weight.

Before the door was completely opened, the old lady in a yellow jacket entered my house. When she walked, her legs didn't move at all, and she came to my bed like a gust of wind.

After she arrived next to me, she kept poking my forehead with her fingers. Her hands were cold and her fingernails were very sharp. Every time she touched me, I could feel a chill all over my body, and there was a pain like needles on my forehead. I was so scared that I wanted to call my mother, but I just couldn't open my mouth.

The old lady poked my forehead, looking very angry, and grinned at me. I couldn't understand what she was saying, but I just felt that the sound was like an old crow calling.

It was not until half past five that the old wall clock in our house rang. The old lady suddenly turned around and looked at the wall clock on the wall, and then left angrily.

As she left, I suddenly felt a sense of relief and my mouth could open. I wanted to call my mother, but when I opened my mouth, I screamed and burst into tears.

My mother quickly opened the door and came in. I just saw with my own eyes that the door was pushed open. The old lady didn't close when she left, but when my mother entered the room, the door was closed, and when the door was opened, there was a harsh friction sound as usual.

My mother came to me anxiously and sat down, patting my back with her hands: "Mom is here, Yangyang doesn't cry."

I only knew how to cry, and I was so angry that I couldn't stop crying. At this time, my mother's eyes fell on my forehead and she screamed: "Yangyang, what's going on on your forehead? What did you do?"

At that time, my forehead was covered with small red dots, and the colors of those red dots were very light, so I could hardly see them if I didn't get close to them.

After that, my mother tried the temperature on my forehead with her hand, and it was cold.

My mother was also anxious now. She thought I had some strange disease, so she quickly called my dad again.

When I got home, my dad was carrying a handbag, which seemed to have brought his work back home and planned to do night shifts at home.

I was very exhausted and leaned against my mother's arms. My mother pointed at my forehead and said to my dad, "Dad, please take Yangyang to the hospital again."

My dad came to me, looked at my forehead, and his face suddenly sank.

Seeing that my dad's face was wrong, my mom suddenly became anxious again: "His dad, what's wrong with Yangyang?"

My dad didn't answer my mom, but sat down and put me in his arms and asked me: "Yangyang, tell my dad, what did you do on your forehead?"

When I was talking, my dad spoke carefully.

I was shocked before and didn't say a word since my mother entered the house, but when my father came, I felt like I had found a backer. Instead, I became very aggrieved. While crying, I told the old lady everything.

As I said, my father and mother's faces became worse and worse. It was not until I finished speaking that my mother asked my father a little timidly: "Dad, Yang Yang has recruited that thing, right?"

If I put it in the past, my dad would definitely say that my mom is an "old superstitious", but this time, my dad didn't say anything.

Since I saw the death of Lao Wang's family, my dad has become a little convinced of these things.

I remember when I was four or five years old, the old man in the tube building told me and Liu Shangang about ghost stories, saying: "The yang energy on living people is heavy, and ghosts generally dare not approach them, but sometimes there are exceptions. However, even if someone is targeted by ghosts, they will not directly harm people. Instead, they use their yin energy to constantly erode the yang energy on living people. A more powerful ghost will leave a mark on people, which is to tell other ghosts that this person has been occupied by it."

Later, my dad heard these words, and he said that they were old superstitions. Just let me listen to them as fun, don't take them seriously.

But when my dad saw the red dot on my forehead, he might remember what the old man said again, and probably had a premonition that something was wrong.

After pondering for a long time, my dad made a decision: move, move that night!

To this day, I also think the decision my dad made that day is very wise.

If an ordinary person encounters a ghost, he will definitely not be able to fight against it. Unless he is a person with a clear mind or a strong willpower as strong as steel, he can still rely on a steady stream of vigor to suppress the ghost. However, there are very few such people, and one or two of them can not be found in tens of thousands. If an ordinary person wants to get rid of the entanglement of ghosts, he has only one way, which is to avoid the whole family before the yang energy on his body is exhausted by the ghost.

However, if the ghost is too fierce, even if it escapes, it will not be able to escape.

That night, my parents packed up a few winter clothes, rode a Daliang bicycle, and took me to a small village located in the southeast of the county town.

This place is called Wangzhuang, which is my mother's hometown.

Including my mother, my grandma had four children in total, so I had two uncles and one aunt. But at that time, my family was poor and it was difficult to raise children. My second uncle was adopted by someone else when he was born. My aunt married and left the county town ten years ago, and then she had no contact again. Two years ago, my grandma and grandpa also passed away one after another. Now, only my uncle still lives in the old house left by my grandpa.

My uncle was disabled in his legs and feet and had never married a wife in recent years. In addition, in that era, the policy of liaison had not been cancelled. Although my uncle guarded four or five acres of land, due to physical disability, his family had no harvest all year round. After paying the liaison, he didn't have much money left and lived a hard life.

Although Wangzhuang is less than ten miles away from the county, half of this road is a country road and is very difficult to walk. When I arrived at my uncle's house, it was almost late at night.

My dad knocked on the courtyard gate like a wooden fence. After a long time, my uncle limped out of the house. When he saw that my parents were coming, he immediately smiled. My uncle was honest and when he smiled, he would feel a very down-to-earth feeling.

"Patriotic, why are you back now? It's this night?" My uncle opened the lock on the door while talking to my dad.

My dad sighed, and without saying a word, he carried me into the house.

When my uncle saw that my father's expression was wrong, his smile froze on his face, and then asked my mother with some concern: "Sannier, what happened?"

My mother said just one sentence, "Let's talk about it when you enter the house." Then she hurried into the house.

My uncle cleaned up the northern house and asked my mother to take me to bed first. My father put the stove on the stove early in the morning. At that time, our countryside was still sleeping in the earthen kang. The stove and the kang were connected. After lit the stove, the kang gradually became warmer. My mother wrapped me in the quilt, scratched my back and coaxed me to sleep.

But since I was four years old, I got used to sleeping alone. Suddenly my mother hugged me, and I couldn't sleep. Since I lie down, I have been tossing and turning on the bed.

At that time, the sound insulation of the soil houses in rural areas was very poor, and I could clearly hear the sound of my father and uncle chatting in the south room.

I heard my uncle ask my dad: "What happened? Why do I think you and Sannier are in a panic?"

In fact, on weekdays, my dad and my uncle had no contact. The relationship was not bad, but it was not good either. But that day, my dad seemed to be eager to find a partner to talk to. I heard my dad lit a cigarette, and he used the smoke to tell me about the ghost, the old Wang family, and even the death of the old Wang family.

At the end, my father's voice became weak: "To be honest, I used to be unbelievable to those gods and ghosts, but when I saw Lao Wang's death that day, I thought, this could not be the evil that Lao Wang did, and the unjust dead ghost came to the door to take his life. But I have never done anything wrong in my life. Why did that thing... come to Yangyang?"

My uncle comforted my dad for a while, and suddenly slapped his forehead: "By the way, you can go find him for such a thing."

My father didn't say anything, but my uncle continued: "There is a graveyard in the west of our village. There is a Lao Chaitou who lives there. It is said that Lao Chaitou was a famous genius in the past. People who have asked him for his work said that he is very effective. You should take Yangyang to find him tomorrow morning. This person may be able to really help."
Chapter completed!