[Folk Horror] Ten Days of Mourning

You put your hair back into the sachet, put it in your pocket together with the wooden sign, and reorganized it with your friends.

You are still thinking in your mind: In 1950, your grandfather was born, and in 2000, you were born. This is the origin of the dates on the last two locks of hair.But in 1940... your grandfather wrote on the cigarette box that he didn't know whether his father was right or wrong, and said that you were a descendant of three generations of the Yin God. Your grandfather wrote Zukao on the spiritual tablet, and the Yin God was His grandfather, he is the second generation descendant of the Yin God... Your grandfather originally thought that all this would end with your father, and he counted your father's life in the place of Goddess Zhao's master...

In 1940, is it referring to the real adopted son of Yin God, your great-grandfather, your great-grandfather...?

What exactly did he do?

You remember that your parents mentioned before that your grandfather also passed away at the age of 60. At that time in 1940, he should not be very old. How could he meet Yinshen?Where did you learn about the method of worshiping Yin and borrowing life?And why did he perform this ceremony again when his son was just born?

Of course, the most important thing is...

How did he worship Yin?How should you communicate with Yinshen?

Ten days of mourning, a filial daughter takes her heart...

will you die

You didn't think about it again, because your friend seemed to be aware of your mood, patted your back lightly, and whispered: "It's okay, I will also be with you."

You sighed, and smiled bitterly: "Well, although my parents are good and don't really believe in these things, I still hate the superstitious and closed atmosphere in my hometown... I have studied hard since I was a child, I just wanted to get far away from here, but I didn’t expect that I still couldn’t really leave, and in the end I had to investigate these strange past events by myself.”

"Actually, so do I, I understand," my friend said calmly, "After the college entrance examination, when I filled out my university application, the first criterion was to be far away from home. No, no one has come home for more than a month, and I am the only one at home, so can I still count as home?"

Your experiences are different, but you can understand each other to some extent.So you shook hands silently for a while, until your friend smiled: "Okay, let's not talk about it, let's talk about something happy? I don't think I have ever asked you: Do you...have any dreams in the future? "

"Me?" You didn't think much about this, but you still thought about it for a while to answer, "I want to go to a first- and second-tier city instead of going north to Guangzhou and Shenzhen. I want to settle there and work, and come back to visit my dad during the holidays." Mom, if they like, I can take them over and live in the same city with me when I have money. Also... I want to live in a quieter place, and it's okay to have a longer commute to work every day. Then... I I also want to have a cat."

"At that time, I will go to you every day and suck your pussy, okay?" the friend asked.

In fact, at that time, I still want to be with you, with you by my side, we are still inseparable like now, okay——but you didn't say this.

You just say, "Okay, you're always welcome."

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The first thing you do when you get home is to wash the cup. You put the thermos cup under the tap and rinse it constantly.But at this moment, it can no longer flush out any dirty blood, as if the dozens of dead sparrows poured out of the cup never existed.You just keep cleaning, trying to flush the disgusting images out of your mind as well.You didn't realize your fingers were soaked until your parents called you to dinner.

The dinner is still well-prepared and rich, but because of the daytime events, you really don’t have much appetite, and after a few bites of rice, you shout that you are full. You just want to sleep quickly and let the dreams soothe your panicked mood.

The problem lies here.

As usual, you and your friend finish washing one after another, put on your pajamas, and prepare to lie down and rest.But the moment you lie down, you hear a soft "goo" sound from the pillow behind your head, as if you have touched some wet ooze, and your head also feels a wonderful touch different from cotton .You suddenly raised your head, twisted your upper body, stared at the pillow, and saw the blood slowly spread on the white cloth.

It's like a terrifying giant hand is holding your heart, you are short of breath, motionless, just watching the blood spread, getting bigger and bigger.

Your friend's face was pale, but you were so stiff, she still mustered up the courage, grabbed the pillow directly, took off the pillowcase and fell to the ground: "Grass, what is it—"

A fish fell out.A hole was opened horizontally on the stomach, and the stomach was completely emptied, but it was still twitching, bouncing on the ground, staring at your pale faces stupidly, as if the internal organs had just been taken away, and it hadn’t yet Feel the approach of death.

You watched in silence as it twitched a few times and stopped moving.

You get out of bed, put on your slippers, and walk out of the bedroom with the tail of the dead fish in your hand and the dirty pillow in the other hand.You don’t think about anything, just numbly throw the dead fish into the iron bucket of the kitchen garbage, and stuff the pillow into the new washing machine bought last year.You didn't press the start button, you stood in front of the washing machine and sat there for a long time, the cold wind passed through the hall, whispering in your ear, and you shivered.

You wash your hands and go back to the bedroom.

"Go to sleep." You said.

Go to sleep, go to sleep.Don't think about these things, don't let fear and nausea eat your heart, don't let your nights be full of nightmares, don't let yourself remember today only the eyes of dead fish, think of thick blood and The rot, spreading from your mouth to your hair, don't think about it, you should think about the future you and your friends envision.The future will be good and bright.

Shampoo tomorrow morning.You say to yourself, then force yourself to close your eyes, listen to your friend's pretended calm breathing, and embrace the dark and sweet sleepiness that is close at hand.

【End of the second day】