"Uncle-in-law?" Song Shengshi tilted his head, as if he had never heard of this person.

"Your great uncle is my eldest uncle's wife." Mother Song sat down and told Song Shengshi about this great aunt.

About three months before Song Shengshi was born, Song's mother made a special trip back to her parents' home, which was a village near the Tibetan area in Sichuan.

Because of the terrain, during the war in the early years, many people fled from the south and settled here, so the whole village has a mixed cultural flavor, neither Miao nor Tibetan.

The Miao costumes still retain the characteristics of silver ornaments, but there are no insect poisons or the like. In terms of sacrifice, they are more inclined to some witchcraft practices in Tibetan areas, and the gods they communicate with are also the mountain gods who protected the peace during the war.

Song Shengshi's great-aunt was a student of the Lab Witchcraft Academy and had studied in a Buddhist holy land. Her abilities were so strong that the great witch who was conducting the scripture preaching meeting at that time even personally persuaded her to stay and continue studying with him.

But she finally refused, saying that her gods were waiting for her to return.

After she came back, she became a witch in the village who specialized in holding various sacrificial activities.

Her husband was the only one in the village who insisted on studying. Although he had no way to take the college entrance examination, he insisted on studying until dark every day after helping his family with farm work.

He also became the only educated person in the village, and later became a very respected elder in the village. If you want him to help choose a name, just take your birth date and time to him, and he will be able to choose a name based on the birth date and time.

Song Ma's family is considered a relatively large family in the village. Song Dad lost both his parents early in life. Although it was not stated explicitly, it was almost as if he was marrying into the family.

But he had nothing to be embarrassed about and called Song Shengshi's grandparents "Dad and Mom" ​​openly. Song Shengshi's grandparents were also quite tolerant of him.

However, at that time, Song's mother had not given birth to Song Shengshi yet, but the hospital needed to fill in the name column when the baby was born, so Song's father and mother discussed it, estimated the due date, and bought train tickets back to Sichuan during their vacation.

Everything was going well until my aunt showed up.

Ever since she found the successor to the priest in the village, she has been living in a small courtyard to continue her studies. Song Shengshi's uncle usually takes care of her daily life.

That day, after Song Shengshi's great uncle decided on the name Shengshi Qingyue, his aunt walked out of her courtyard for the first time in three years. She had long black hair reaching her ankles and a strange mask on her face.

"She is Wanru." If it weren't for Uncle Song Shengshi's introduction, no one would have believed that she was the witch who was nearly a hundred years old.

The long sleeves covered his hands, and he seemed to be holding something.

When everyone was looking at her in shock, she flicked her sleeves and a stack of round paper money flew out of her sleeves. In an instant, it began to ignite in the air and burned up before it hit the ground.

"He owes too much and can't pay it back."

The aunt-in-law turned her head stiffly to look at Song Ma's full-term pregnant belly, which looked like a mechanical part that was stuck because it was too old and lacked lubrication.

"The fetus in your belly looks dead."

"What did you say? Say it again?!" The veins on Song's father's neck popped out and he rushed forward and grabbed his aunt's collar.

As she shook it vigorously, more paper money began to fall out of my aunt's wide sleeves, and began to burn almost the moment it left her sleeves.

Father Song was frightened by the horrific scene and took two steps back. As far as he could see, the witch's hair turned white.

"This is what He wants, and I will do my best to make it happen."

The aunt turned to look at Song's mother, paused for a moment and continued, "He will be born normally, don't worry, Xiaohua."

With a "bang", Song's mother fell to the ground and passed out. Amniotic fluid mixed with blood flowed out from between her legs.

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