[Folk Horror] Ten Days of Mourning

"Be moderate, please be smart." You finally said.

Although you can basically be sure that there must be something about recruiting spirits... After all, this is the first time a big girl gets on the sedan chair, so you still want to play an insurance card first.

Goddess Zhao nodded, didn't say anything more, and started to clean things up by herself.

You saw her close the door and window, and the room was as dark as night.Afterwards, you watched Goddess Zhao dig out a small copper basin from a bamboo box by the wall, wander to the back of the main room, fill it with clean water, and put the basin on the table.There were some other objects scattered around the table, Goddess Zhao looked serious, lit a white candle on the left and right of the copper basin, set up the incense burner, and then eight copper coins were placed around the copper basin, Uncooked rice was sprinkled on the outside of the copper coin, and talisman ash was sprinkled around it.This is preparation.

Muttering to herself, Goddess Zhao was fiddling with two pieces of yellow paper, one piece of red paper, a brush, ink, and a wooden knife on the table.

She looked at you: "Do you have the hair, nails, or blood of the ghost friend you are looking for?"

Those three locks of hair are all over you.You are not dead yet, so you are not considered ghost friends, so there are only two options left: your grandfather and your grandfather.

After hesitating for a long time, you finally took out your grandfather's curly hair.

The reason is simple.First, your grandfather was only ten years old when he invited the Yin God, and many things may cause misunderstandings. You want to read his memory and don't want to be misled by his misunderstandings.Second, it is also about giving birth to a child. Your grandfather turned his son into the second-generation descendant of the Yin God without hesitation after your grandfather was born, and your grandfather decided to stop this matter after asking Goddess Zhao's master to count his life , your grandfather is even more wary of the Yin God.

Do you think, could it be that grandpa discovered something and became vigilant?

In short, you surrendered your grandpa's hair.

"It's been a long time...is it fetal hair? Which old man's is it?" Goddess Zhao asked.

"My grandfather's." You simply answered.

Wife Zhao nodded: "I know his horoscope. When your grandfather left, your father invited me to help write the horoscope of his birthday."

While she was talking, she was not idle. She picked up a brush and wrote down your grandfather's name and eight characters on the red paper. The handwriting was neat. Basin on top.

Goddess Zhao took the curly hair, untied the sackcloth, took a piece of yellow paper tremblingly, and curled the hair into it.At the same time, she opened her mouth and shouted in a hoarse and paradoxical voice: "Come back - come back - ah - come back -"

She repeatedly called your grandpa's name. The yellow paper wrapped the curly hair and it had become a small paper package. Then she muttered something, dipped the index finger and ring finger of her right hand into the clear water from the porcelain bowl and painted it on the table. Daubai: "Come back—come—come—come back—"

She held the paper bag between the two fingers of her left hand, and suddenly, like lightning, she pointed at the white candle, and the paper bag immediately burned, and Goddess Zhao was still calling your grandfather's name, and you felt very cold, but Goddess Zhao suddenly turned to you. Gather your hands over the copper basin, let go of your fingers, the burning hair wrapped in yellow paper falls on the red paper with your name and eight characters written on it, and burns together, and the red paper is pressed like this, as if it was pressed by some heavy object When I arrived, I soaked it in clean water with a yellow paper bag-even though it was still burning.

"The time has come! Ghost friends have a gift!" Goddess Zhao shouted, she suddenly picked up a knife and stabbed at the white candle, and you saw a drop of red candle tears rolling down on the white candle...

No, you realize something is wrong.

Those were not candle tears, they didn't solidify quickly.

It appeared to be a drop of blood.

Goddess Zhao caught the blood with a knife and threw it into a porcelain bowl. The blood swirled in the clear water. She rubbed a handful of talisman ash and uncooked rice into the porcelain bowl, and handed it to you: "Drink it."

You didn't hesitate any more, regardless of your friend's concerned expression, you took the porcelain bowl and drank the complex bowl of water without hesitation.

- dizzy.

You lose consciousness almost immediately, and at the last moment, you completely lose your balance and fall in the direction of your friend.

"It's a heavy death!" In a daze, she seemed to hear her friend say that, but she still hugged you and leaned her face against your hair, you knew she would protect you.No matter what happens, you believe it.

Before you completely passed out, you seemed to feel a hand gently stroking your hair, which was very intimate.

Are you a friend?

You don't know very well, you just feel sweet in your heart.

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You know it's a memory, from your grandpa's memory.

You are more like an outsider, with your own consciousness, but attached to others, accidentally breaking into this past.

This seems to be a mourning hall, you see a cigarette in your hand, burning slowly, "you" seems to have forgotten to smoke, just in a daze.

There is an old woman standing in front of "you". You think she looks familiar, but you can't remember who she is for a while.

I began to wonder: Whose mourning hall is this?

At this moment, "you" took a few steps forward, at this distance, you saw a black coffin, and there was already a corpse lying in it, but it was covered with a white cloth, and you couldn't see it clearly, "you" stepped back again, Throw the cigarette butt in the yard and stamp it out, then walk into the main room and burn a stick of incense.

"How do you say...?" the old woman asked.

"You" sighed: "Oh...you can see for yourself."

The old woman walked to the coffin and bent down tremblingly, as if she made a movement, which can only remind you that she lifted the white cloth.She stared into the coffin for a while, then straightened up quickly, and withdrew her hand like a fire: "It's a crime."

"You" walked to the coffin, and you finally got a glimpse of the whole body of the corpse in the coffin: a white-haired old man, who seemed to have not tidied up his grooming, his face was distorted by fright, and all the wrinkles were crowded together. The left chest...is a hole that seems to be torn from the inside by something.

"Heart is gone," "you" said, "Damn it...a filial son takes his heart..."

"You" sounds painful.

"It shouldn't be, it shouldn't be..." The old woman kept saying, "This...your father has always been respectful, why is Yinshen still making trouble at home, it shouldn't be..."

"It really shouldn't be. I asked my father before why I invited the Yin God for me when I was born. Do you know what he said? He said that the Yin God told him that our family has been short-lived for generations," You" said, "But I don't believe in this evil. Our family has never committed any crimes, so why is this fate? When my kid was born, I really didn't want to credit him to the Yin God, so I gave him his life. ——Grandma Qian, you are right in your calculations, right?"

"Calculation of Yangshou is not easy to calculate specifically, it hurts Yin virtue, but short life and long life can still be seen," Grandma Qian said, "I learned this from my aunt when I was 13 years old. , There are minor illnesses and disasters, but there are no major deaths.”

"Can you count it for me?"

"No, no, your lifespan has already been affected by the Yin God, I will count your lifespan..."

"Oh, forget it," "you" said, "At that time, I just thought, since my son is a long-lived person, don't ask the Yin God for him. But then I dreamed of the Yin God again, saying that I was capricious. I also He was frightened, and when my father went, I thought about it, if our family is really short-lived for generations, how can my son be able to calculate a long life. Everything you say is to ask Yin God to come back to the world... Grandma Qian, I think it's weird! My father said that it is not allowed to tell others about Yin God, but I really feel weird..."

Grandma Qian said tremblingly: "I don't know how your father knew Yinshen, but Yinshen is a snake and is very deceitful. It's impossible to say...you plan, what are you going to do."

"You" was silent for a moment.

"Grandma Qian," "you" said, "Yin God... is there a way to send him away?"

"This...you have to tell me the process of inviting the Yin God first. You know, the process of inviting the Yin God is different for each family. Do you remember?"

"Can you remember?" "You" said angrily, "My father asked me to remember a lot when I was young, especially after my kid was born, I really can't forget it..."

Finally, do you want to know the inside story?

You slowly gather your maximum concentration between the ups and downs of consciousness, and listen to the next words of "you" in the dream:

"My father invited the Yin God to the River God Temple at that time..."

The picture is distorted, it seems to follow your grandpa's narration.Yes, this was originally a memory of your grandfather. When he talked about it, he must have been unable to help recalling his father's experience in 1940. These are what your grandfather told him.Now it's your turn to glimpse that night in 1940 through your grandpa's imagination.

A small house, looks very old and dilapidated, you can hear the sound of running water, the windows are dark, probably at night.You see a little boy kneeling in front of you.

"It was 1940, and my father was only 10 years old. He didn't say how he met Yinshen, but only said that Yinshen told him one thing..." This is your grandfather's voice, which seems to have turned into a narration commentary.

The boy took out something from his pocket, a snake head amulet.

"Is it true what you said?" the boy asked, his voice still very childish.

From the depths of the darkness, from the faceless statue of the river god, there came a voice that made you startled—it was the voice from your nightmare last night!That's right, it was indistinguishable from male to female, hoarse, and seemed unfamiliar with human language, the voice replied: "Your descendants are the same as you, born with a short lifespan..."

The boy swallowed.

"My dad believed it, you know, Mrs. Qian, he was still a child at that time. Please Yin God has to prepare a lot..."

You can clearly see the things in front of the boy, a small incense burner, yellow paper, a rusty knife, matches, and a black spirit tablet that has been engraved but has no writing on it.

The boy picked up the knife, and slowly pointed it at the spirit tablet, engraving each word one by one.

First filial piety Tiangong taboo Yu Qufu monarch life interesting position

At first, you thought it was the humming of mosquitoes, but slowly, you heard it clearly.It was two voices chanting at the same time, one was the grandpa in front of him, the boy was praying devoutly; the other was your grandfather telling the grandma Qian the eulogy of the ceremony:

"Water flows thousands of miles, all come from the same source... the tree is tall and deep, the roots are deep and the branches are numerous... the first is filial piety... the children and grandchildren are blessed... the filial son establishes the throne, the first prince closes his eyes..."

The boy kept chanting, and every time he engraved a stroke, blood flowed from the knife.

After engraving it, he arranged the spirit tablet, hung the Snake Buddha card on the spirit tablet, then picked up a knife, cut off a lock of his own hair, wrapped it in yellow paper, cut his index finger, and dripped a drop of blood on it.

The boy stuffed the yellow paper packet into the ashes of the incense burner.

You think of the customs of your hometown.When an old man dies, filial sons and filial daughters will put their hair into the hands of the dead as a consolation.

"Xian Gong closed his eyes...to comfort the filial son's longing for his family, Xian Gong returned to the world, protected his descendants, and shaded future generations..."

You saw an incredible scene.

A very small, very small snake, a red snake, as small as a twisting bloodshot, crawled out of the incense burner, and slowly approached the boy, your grandfather.

He stretched out his index finger, and the snake crawled in from the wound of the index finger he had just cut.

He shivered for a while, and kowtowed: "Xian Gong closed his eyes..."

He took out the paper bag from the incense burner, tied his hair with a piece of sackcloth, and burned the yellow paper with a match.

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"This is how my family invites the Yin God." "You" said, and after a shock, you realized that you had returned to the first memory, standing in front of the coffin in the mourning hall, chatting with Grandma Qian, "Is there any way, Grandma Qian? "

"Yes, there is. If it is borrowing life from the Yin God, I also know the way to stop borrowing life-do you want to try?"

You have to listen again, but the memory is interrupted.