[Folk Horror] Ten Days of Mourning

"Fifth day..." my friend said as he went out.

For breakfast in the morning, you are a little bit fascinated by what you eat.It's the fifth day, and this is a watershed. Goddess Zhao said that people will die from the fifth day onwards.Dead people, and those dead animals, are not of the same order of magnitude.

"Fifth day." You also said, pretending that you didn't feel anything at all, "According to Yinshen's method, people are about to die..."

Will anyone really die?You secretly feel a chill, a curse for many years, one ceremony after another, Tian Yuqu, mourning for ten days, a filial daughter taking her heart.You seem to see a twisted road, blood and horror all the way, leading to your death at last.And that Yin God is still mocking your struggle.

Of course you will not let him succeed, even though you are just an ordinary person, you still have people you care about, people you love, people who love you, and you still have things you want to do—your life can’t be so strangely lost up.

My friend said, "Actually, I was thinking..."

"what happened?"

"Forget it, let's go to Goddess Zhao first."

Goddess Zhao looks very bad today, she no longer has the calmness of the previous few days, her face is pale, her eyes are looking around, she is too vigilant, her old face is full of fear, before you can speak, she Just say: "When will you be able to solve it?"

"Witch Zhao, what's the matter?" You felt bad and asked quickly.

"I...I dreamed about the Yin God." Mistress Zhao shuddered, her expression contorted, "If we don't solve it, I'm afraid that today and tomorrow will..."

Her face seemed to be clenched by a hand.

Seeing that something was wrong, the friend immediately said: "We almost have a clue, Goddess Zhao, we are going to recruit a spirit, grandma Qian—this time I will come."

Goddess Zhao was taken aback for a moment, seeming to be in an indescribable struggle, and finally nodded in a panic: "It's okay! Solve it quickly, my God... I shouldn't be telling you fortunes, the ten-day calendar The funeral lottery came out of my hand! Now he has his eyes on me, his eyes on me... No, he has his eyes on me from the very beginning... the first day is my sparrow... He counted it all— —Until you die, He will not let me go!"

You and your friends have comforted Goddess Zhao for a long time, and she seems to have calmed down a bit, but you are still a little anxious, not knowing how to react, and even more vaguely foreboding.

The summoning is about to begin.

Your body feels better today, and you have the confidence to hold on to a friend who might be collapsing.Just like yesterday, Goddess Zhao laid out all kinds of equipment and lowered her voice: "Three methods of recruiting spirits, asking spirits, paper questions, and upper body, how do you choose?"

"Top body." You and your friend share the decision.

Goddess Zhao didn't say much, but just nodded.

It is not good to recruit spirits when the yang energy is heavy, you must rush before noon. Fortunately, you get up early and have plenty of time.

According to Goddess Zhao's request, the friend sat on a futon with a bowl of clear water in his hands, sprinkled raw rice around him, and lit incense candles and incense burners on the table.You're standing next to a friend with long hair that was washed last night and smells like the Bee Blossom shampoo you've grown up with.She glanced at you quietly, maybe to comfort you, she blinked at you lightly, and said, "It's all right."

"It's time, this is the most cloudy time in the morning." Goddess Zhao interrupted your communication.

You still want to talk, but you don't dare to destroy Zhao Ling, so you take a step back and give up the space to Goddess Zhao.

Goddess Zhao found a piece of hair from a small box. You asked her why she still had Grandma Qian's hair. Goddess Zhao said that this is a habit in this industry. When people leave, they always have some hair and nails. Later generations will use it.

Muttering to herself, Goddess Zhao recited Grandma Qian's full name and horoscope word by word, holding a brush in her hand, and pressed a piece of red paper on her friend's back, writing down gently while reading.The red paper didn't seem to be very transparent, and the ink didn't get on my friend.

Your friend's expression is serious and inevitably panicked, so she keeps looking at you and trying to smile at you, and you forcefully lift the corners of your mouth to smile at her.

"Come back! Come back!" Goddess Zhao called out in a low voice, her voice gradually getting louder, "Come back! Come back—!"

This piece of red paper was stacked with a piece of yellow paper. Goddess Zhao held up one of the incense candles, walked all the way to the door, and lit the red paper and yellow paper by the door. He walked to the table at a slow pace.The strange thing is that the two pieces of paper are not big, and they haven't burned out yet.

Goddess Zhao walked all the way to her friend and said in a deep voice, "Come back!"

With a flick of her finger, the cluster of flames fell into the bowl in the friend's hand, fell into the clear water, and with a "beep", a little green smoke rose.

"Use blood to lead the way." Goddess Zhao said, my friend shivered a bit, but managed to raise her face, Goddess Zhao held a needle between her fingers, and lightly picked between her eyebrows, you almost cried out, but you still covered yourself immediately Q.

A drop of blood fell into the bowl.

"Grandma Qian, are you back?" Goddess Zhao asked towards the lock of hair in her hand.

The lock of hair suddenly spontaneously ignited.

Goddess Zhao didn't seem to feel the burning pain, her face was expressionless, she flipped her hands lightly, her hair fell into the clear water, and quickly turned into a pinch of fine ash unreasonably.

"Drink it," she said.

The friend glanced at you again, as if to draw endless courage from this glance, and then drank it without hesitation.

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very quiet.

The candlelight flickers on and off, and you almost forget to breathe.

Suddenly, you heard a vague hoarse voice, ho ho.You realize it's coming from your friend's throat.

Goddess Zhao gave you a push: "Three questions, ask them now."

So weird, so abnormal, so unreasonable.

The person in front of you is your most familiar friend, the girl you have a crush on, but at this moment you feel so strange.My friend raised her head strangely, her eyes were almost covered with whites, like a dead fish, and there was a hoarse sound from her throat, hitting your tympanic membrane.You walked a few steps in front of her, the scent of shampoo that Fang just made you feel has been covered by a dead air mixed with earthy smell, yes, the person in front of you is no longer a friend, but Grandma Qian , the dead being recalled from the ground.

"Quickly ask." Goddess Zhao urged you.

Although you have experienced the spirit call, but at this moment you feel a real supernatural presence, and you feel a strong dissonance.You stare blankly at her, struggling to find your own thinking—be sober, your friend recruits the upper body for you, you can't waste even a second, and you can't let her consciousness be thrown into an unknown corner for even a little longer Second.

You took a deep breath, collected yourself, opened your mouth, and asked the first question: "Back then, what did you and my grandfather do?"

The strange force manipulated the vocal chords of the young girl into the voice of the old man.

"Your grandpa... asked me...to suspend the invitation to the Yin God...the ceremony...failed...he saw me...your grandpa didn't...dead...but I was...as a warning...it's so cold in the ground..."

The ceremony failed, and Mrs. Qian was killed.This is not beyond what you and your friends guessed, but Yinshen's way of letting your grandfather go makes you feel once again that He attaches an abnormal importance to your family.The longevity of your father, the tragic death of the great-grandfather and grandpa, the unusual ceremony, the destroyed river shrine, the weird snake amulet...

Speaking of which, from the beginning to the end, this Yin God has been borrowing, borrowing the image of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, borrowing the death of small animals, borrowing the heart of filial sons and daughters... borrowing... a simple guess appears in your mind ——

Could it be... from the beginning to the end of this ceremony, you are not the ones borrowing the birthday?

Goddess Zhao reminded: "The second question."

Your voice became excited: "Will the Yin God need to borrow his life? Could the Yin God need to borrow his life? Is it possible to stop?"

"..." Friend—no, it's Grandma Qian.Grandma Qian seemed to be silent for a moment, "I have thought about...the ceremony...why it failed...if that's the case...it's not an excuse...to deceive you, to deceive everyone—this is stealing life."

Your mind buzzes.It seems that the worst result has come true, your face is pale, there is a kind of fear, fear of this lie that has lasted for 1940 years since 80, and a kind of numb peace of mind that should be taken for granted.

After a long time, you feel that Goddess Zhao is pushing you again, and you finally ask the third question.

You firmly ask, "How do you kill Him?"

Grandma Qian seemed to make a vague sound.Is it laughter?Is it a mockery?Is it comforting?I don’t understand, you can only listen to Grandma Qian curled up in your friend’s body, saying with a hoarse laugh: “I… ten days before I died… I don’t want to die just like this… My research… Learning...is in my...grave."

Three questions are over.

Goddess Zhao suddenly raised the incense candle, pointed it at her friend's face, and shouted forcefully, "Go away! Go away!"

Your friend twitched, like a small animal being electrocuted, then suddenly closed her eyes and fell backwards, you hurriedly supported her.

The dead air is gone.

She has come back.

"In my master's grave..." Goddess Zhao said tremblingly, with a complicated expression, and finally she became ruthless, "We will go tonight...we will go tonight...there are so many people in the afternoon, so we will go tonight... Can't delay... go tonight..."

You didn't pay attention to her words.Your attention is all on your friends.

She opened her eyes suddenly, and your face was reflected in her eyes, then she froze for a moment, and then laughed: "Why... don't worry about me, it's not scary at all, just like falling asleep."

You couldn't help but hugged her tightly.

Is it because you like her?Is it because the unusual picture just made you worry about losing her?Is it because you feel her dedication to you?

you do not know.

You only know that her hands are also gently encircling your body.

If you confess at this time, what kind of answer will you get?

Knowing that the odds of happiness are low, you can't help but think about it.