C7 Rebirth

Everyone turned their heads to look. Under the Second Uncle's mother's flashlight, the door was astonishingly covered in blood, only that it formed a strange shape like a human face. I felt like I had seen it somewhere before … But where did this blood come from?

"Hand, the ancestor's hand …" Under the light, there was a gap on the Old Ancestor's wrist where his veins were exposed. The blood on it had already solidified, and one could see traces of friction on his hand. Could it be that the Old Ancestor was drawing a face on the door before hanging himself?

Thinking about how cruel I felt, I couldn't help but to hide my hands behind my back. My big brother's usual hip-hop image changed, but his face was extremely ugly. I felt that he seemed to know something.

"Third Aunt, this is a bit strange. Our village has been in constant trouble lately. Is there a problem?" To be honest, we juniors don't even like her. If it wasn't for her, no one would have liked her, and the white powder on her face looked like it was about to fall off.

"Not a lot of words and not afraid of a taboo." At this moment, a group of people walked over from afar. Before they could get close, a few women were already crying. Okay, these were the direct descendants of the old ancestor, all of them came to show their filial piety.

Everyone busied themselves for a while before finally dressing the Old Ancestor neatly. When they looked at his mouth that was still open, it made them panic.

"Rise …" A few uncles lifted up the wooden board to carry the Old Ancestor back to his home, to rise from the mourning hall, and to make a training hall.

Third Aunt and I were the last to walk, but the lantern in my hand was stuck under the old osmanthus tree. Not far away, I looked back, and under the light of the lantern, the blood-colored face on the door suddenly moved. I was so scared that I sat down on the ground, and the three women quickly pulled me back. I wondered why it seemed like I had seen this face before, it was actually that corpse face!

"What's wrong, you're not even careful when walking? Why is your hand so cold? " When Third Aunt pulled me up, I felt cold all over.

"That face... I've seen it! "He was laughing just now …" I pointed at the doors of the ancestral hall as I spoke incoherently.

"No, did you see wrongly? Where did you see it? " The Third Madam looked at me seriously, but then she gave me a puzzled look. I raised my head and saw nothing abnormal. Could it be that my eyes were playing tricks on me?

"Do you remember that I told you I saw a corpse? "It's this face. It's just that its color is different …" I could feel myself trembling as I spoke.

"Let's go, don't scare yourself. You might be hallucinating, take your pen …" The third woman consoled me while she told me, 'Is it just the pen she said?' I don't know where to put the two pens from the day, so that means the one in my pocket?

"This pen is the Ji Clan's heirloom, including that piece of paper. You should keep it well and never lose it again." I could tell that when I told him about the body, there was a change in her expression, as if she had remembered something, or he would not have said that.

The Third Aunt and I didn't go with them to the Old Ancestor's house because Grandma told us to make a training hall, and that the filial son had to be there. Actually, I really dislike this kind of thing, and this training hall is just a form of it.

Perhaps I really need a training hall like this to comfort her. But before we left, the third matron told them that they must find a way to seal the Old Ancestor's mouth. Otherwise, when they rose up from the training hall, there would definitely be a baleful aura.

Returning to the shack, my heart was still beating wildly. The most depressing thing was that I just fell into the fecal pit and lost a lot of face. I clearly saw Ninth Uncle's face full of schadenfreude.

Wear the white muslin again, the twine around your waist, the black cloth around your arms... I obediently knelt in front of the spirit and burned the paper. Ninth Uncle began to recite the scriptures with a few Daoists beating the gongs and drums, which I found particularly interesting. Their voices were deep, rhythmic, and even had a rhythm to them.

While burning the paper, I look down occasionally and realize that the lamp before the spirit is green. I thought that I was seeing things, so I intentionally closed my eyes and waited for the blind light to disappear before I looked again. The light of the lamp is still green.

"Third Aunt, look at the lamp …" The third matron was drowsy, but when she heard my voice, she quivered and stood up.

"What's wrong? It's not dead yet, so why don't you find it messy?" She looked at me and thought I was teasing her.

"No …" These lanterns are green, don't you think that's abnormal? " I thought it was strange. Why didn't she notice anything unusual about the green flames?

"What?" Do you see it as green? " Her voice suddenly rose an octave higher, Ninth Uncle and the others also looked at us in astonishment.

"What cyan color?" A light? " Ninth Uncle walked over. Third Aunt nodded and pointed at me.

"Go!" Hurry and take him away! " Ninth Uncle hadn't finished speaking when I suddenly discovered that the curtain before the spirit suddenly became a large expanse of white sail. A cold wind blew over, and I saw Ninth Uncle and the others fall to the ground.

I reached out to take her hand, but it felt so far away that I could clearly see that I was a century away from her, the white sails around me crackling in the cold wind. I curled into a ball, and the white sails wrapped around me, wrapping around me, but I still felt cold.

Gradually, the white sail wrapped me into a cocoon. I realized that I could actually see outside through the white sail, but what did I see?

On a rainy night, a young girl was hurrying on her way. Was this the pond in Yao Family Bay? The young girl raised her head and looked at the dark clouds in the sky. A bolt of lightning flashed by, and I could clearly see her delicate and pretty face.

"Mom …" I shouted loudly, but she didn't seem to hear me. She frowned and her long, shapely eyebrows curved playfully. To be honest, she looked really beautiful when she was young. No wonder she was able to give birth to such a handsome son. Am I narcissistic?

No matter how much I shouted, she didn't hear me. I wanted to get close to her, but I couldn't muster any strength. I was completely wrapped up …

As she walked, she looked around, and when she saw the house by the fish pond, she finally smiled. There was a light in the house, and she walked carefully to the door and knocked. A handsome boy opened the door, and they said something together, and her mother entered the house.

It's just that the handsome young man looked a little familiar. I didn't think too much about it. I just wanted to get a little closer, a little closer … As if hearing my thoughts, I finally got closer. Through the crack in the door, I found the two of them huddled together on a bed. There was a stove inside the room, and despite the rain and wind outside, it should be warm inside.

They were sleeping on their sides with their backs facing each other. Mom's face was facing the inside while the boy was facing me. He extinguished the oil lamp by the bed and looked at me with a weird smile when the oil lamp went out …

It was this face, my nightmare of the past few days, the face of a corpse, only now his face was ruddy, and for a moment I didn't think of it. If it hadn't been for his smile, I wouldn't have thought of the corpse at all.

No, I have to go save my mother. He can't stay with a dead person. I struggle with all my might, but this white sail is wrapped so tightly around me. As I struggle, my hand touches the rod in my pants pocket. A brush! I reached into my pocket and finally took out the brush.

I tried my best to poke the white sail with my brush, but it was to no avail. I cursed in my heart. What a crappy thing! The third matron even said that this was our Ji Clan's family treasure, what value did it have? It couldn't even poke a piece of canvas!

While struggling, I realised that my mother had actually turned around. She closed her eyes and started stroking my body, and her clothes started to fall into disarray …

The youngster had also turned around and was lying on his side, motionless. It was as if he was enjoying his mother's performance!

This reminded me of the rainy night last night. I was also looking at that corpse lying on its side, watching that beauty perform …

This beast! My hand hurt, and I knew that my hand was bleeding. It was ripped open by my own nails. A golden light flashed, and I actually pierced through those white sails …