C2 Ghost entanglement

After a person died, they would be buried for three days. It was to put the corpse in a coffin and not bury it. During these few days, relatives and friends would come to pay their respects, and after three days, they would be buried under the coffin.

However, it was different this time. The one who died was the daughter of the old Ma family, and at the age of nineteen, she belonged to the younger generation. She hanged herself and died a violent death.

When my grandfather went to the wine shop to drink, he would pass by this place, but he wouldn't find the coffin here until it was late at night when he returned. The neighboring village wine shop usually closed at midnight, meaning that the coffin only appeared today, and today was the seventh day after her death.

The villagers were discussing animatedly, saying that the first thing they wanted to do was to return back to their senses and block the way. They must have some unfulfilled wish.

Old Ma and his wife came over after they heard the news. They leaned on the coffin and wailed, "My daughter, if you have any unfulfilled wish, then you can just let us have a dream."

At this point, the dead should return to their original position as soon as possible, so the Old Ma couple paid for the coffin and sent for six or seven strong guys to carry it, but they didn't expect the coffin to be so heavy, it took them so much effort to barely lift it an inch high.

After only two steps, the strong guys couldn't hold on any longer and had no choice but to put the coffin back on the ground.

"Uncle Ma, it's not that we're lazy, but why is this coffin so heavy?" One of the boys gasped.

Old Ma said with a puzzled expression, "It shouldn't be that heavy. At the time of the burial, all four of them had already lifted it up."

He was sure that he could not lift the coffin by force, so he found some thick hemp rope to tie the coffin. The two people in front pulled on the coffin, while the two people in the back and the middle pushed on. It took them an hour and a half before they reached the place of burial.

Old Ma's daughter was buried in the ground again. Only then did the villagers disperse one by one. It was already noon after watching such a lively scene for so long. Only then did they remember that they had not eaten breakfast yet.

As for my grandfather, after everyone had left, he went to the river alone, stripped off his bloodied clothes, and dived into the water. The river was cold in autumn, so he didn't care.

That night, when he went home to sleep without doing anything else, he didn't expect to have a strange dream. He dreamt that a young woman with red hair and dressed in red clothes was sitting beside his bed, gently stroking his slightly bulging lower abdomen.

In the dream, when my grandfather saw the room filled with red candles, he felt like he was on his wedding night. He lifted the red veil of the woman next to him and looked at her carefully.

A pair of empty eyes were staring at her, her pale and skinny face was covered in a layer of white flour, which was terrifying in its monotony. Her eyes, nose, mouth, and ears all had traces of red blood under them, making her look like a bleeding rose, terrifyingly beautiful.

At the same time, ten sharp nails emerged from the woman's finger and stabbed into her bulging stomach. With a "hiss" sound, a large hole was opened in her stomach, from which she took out a bloody baby and passed it to my grandfather.

"Go away, go away." My grandfather shouted as he suddenly woke up from his dream. As he looked at his surroundings, beads of sweat began to drip from his head. He was originally sleeping on the bed, but when he woke up, he discovered that he was actually lying on a grave.

When I got home after that, my grandfather had a magical illness. His eyes were dull and he didn't know who he was. When he saw an outsider, he immediately hugged his head and curled up in a corner, shouting his apology.

Grandmother saw this in her heart, and coincidentally heard that there was an illustrious Feng Shui gentleman in the neighboring village who would drive away evil spirits, so she had no choice but to invite Feng Shui sir to his house.

For the time being, he was called Mr. Li, because he did not make a living out of it. He was just like an ordinary farmer, working in the fields, and he was very kind, someone would often look for him to look at Feng Shui and the Yin Residence, but he did not take any money, so he could help.

Mr. Li wore a yellow daoist robe and came to my grandfather's house. Normally, he wouldn't wear a daoist robe, but he would wear it when he was looking after people. He said that this was his rule.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, Mr. Li pointed to the roof of my grandfather's house and said, "What a great wave of yin aura. It's even emitting black smoke."

My grandmother looked at the roof, but didn't see any black smoke like he said, so she asked, "Sir, how come I can't see it?"

"It's natural if you can't see it. First, take out the things in the house and bask them in the sun for three days. Only then can the yin energy be removed." Mr. Li asked me where my grandfather was.

My grandmother led him to the inner room, where I was curled up in a corner, shivering. When I saw a stranger come in, I shouted, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Seeing this, Mr. Li told my grandmother to go to the village and find a butcher. He then took out a piece of yellow paper from his body and began to draw runes on it.

When the paper was finished, my grandmother also found a butcher in the same village. This butcher was a middle-aged man, thick and with a beard; he had been specializing in slaughtering pigs and slaughtering cattle for more than ten years.

Mr. Li asked the butcher to scold my grandfather. It was said that the butcher had been drenched in the blood of many creatures and had an extremely positive aura. Normally, those who saw him would walk around in circles like a ghost or a snake.

This butcher was very robust and had a lot of confidence. He scolded at my grandfather, and during the scolding, my grandfather seemed to be in extreme pain. His face was extremely ugly, and his body continued to spasm before finally fainting.

Mr. Lee and the butcher hurried my grandfather to the bed and pulled up the covers.

After that, he took out the painted paper talisman and stuck it on the door. After doing all of this, he told my grandma, "Don't forget to take everything you can get out of the room, and bask in the sun for three days. During these three days, you will kill a chicken every morning, spill its blood on the door, and then feed it to my grandpa. I'll go back first.

After Mr. Li left, my grandmother did exactly as he said, and the yellow charms on the door blinked exceptionally, and except for the quilt that covered my grandfather, everything else in the room had been moved outside to dry. Since there were no chickens in the house, she borrowed three from her neighbor, and every morning she killed one and spilled her blood on the doorstep.

My grandfather woke up not long after Mr. Li left. His mind was back to normal, but his body was very weak.

And so it went on for three days, and it was strange that there was always a strange sound every night, as if someone had walked into a door.

Three days later, perhaps because of the chicken and chicken soup he had eaten every day, my grandfather's health returned to normal, and Mr. Li also arrived as scheduled. Looking at my grandfather's condition, he nodded and said, "Your body has recovered, and I understand now that the old Ma's daughter was abandoned by the unfaithful and hanged herself, and she wore a red dress before her death, and she was extremely resentful. Furthermore, she was already pregnant in her womb.

My grandfather was so grateful that he almost kneeled down and kowtowed. Mr. Li quickly stopped him and said, "I can't accept this. Now, I have one last thing to do."

Mr. Li took out some yellow paper and handed it to my grandfather. "Make a paper man and a child out of this yellow paper today," he said, "and burn them all by yourself at the grave of Old Ma's daughter at night. You will light a white and a red candle in front of the grave, and then bow deeply."

My grandfather nodded and asked, "Sir, aren't you coming with me?"

Mr. Li took out another half stick of incense from his pocket and answered: "You are the only one who will go. In addition, before lighting the candle, first light this half stick of incense, and then wait for it to burn out. If the red candle is extinguished, then you will be fine. If the white candle is extinguished, then you must run."

Night soon fell, and the entire village sank into darkness. The moon was nowhere to be seen in the sky, and it was eerily dark. My grandfather came to the grave alone with an oil lamp. He first burned the paper man as instructed by Mr. Li, then lit the half stick of incense and the two candles, one white and one red.

After bowing deeply, he anxiously waited for half an incense stick to burn up.

From time to time, a breeze blew, and the candles flickered, and my grandfather thought to himself that the red candles were going out faster, and the red candles were going out faster.

After half an incense stick slowly burnt down, he looked at the candles and saw that the two candles had actually extinguished at the same time.