My grandfather has to go out every once in a while, and it takes three or four days. I took advantage of his departure and forced himself to wait for a day. According to my grandfather's habit, if he doesn't come back for dinner, he will definitely not come back this night.

That day, I waited until dark and didn't see my master come back, so I knew that my chance had come. Just in case, I deliberately inserted the door from inside and sneaked into the west room.

At that time, I didn’t know that the west house was respected in the northeast, whether it was for the ancestors or the immortals of the family, they had to be in the west house.

After I slipped in, I opened my grandmother's mahogany box with the key.

There were all strange things in the box, and there were many things I had never seen before, not to mention that I had never heard of them. I took out the things inside one by one and placed them on the ground, holding them next to each other.

After playing for a while, I felt that the room was too dark and there were so many things that could not be seen clearly. My grandfather didn't press the lights in the west room, and usually he would light the oil lamp when he came in. The lights outside could only shine at the door. I couldn't see the things clearly, but I started looking for oil lamps in the room.

I found the lamp oil, but I didn't know where my master put it.

I had an idea and picked up a small waxy bowl held by an iron pillar from the ground, poured the lamp oil in, and threw the wick into the bowl.

Those who have used oil lamps don’t know that the thing is actually not that complicated. You can just take a plate for eating and pour some lamp oil into it, and it can still be used as a lamp plate.

I waited for the lamp oil to bulge the wick almost, so I scratched the match and lit the oil lamp. I didn't expect that the flames would burst out with green light as soon as they jumped up, and the dark green flames illuminated half of the room in an instant.

But the west room suddenly turned green, and the green shadows were everywhere. The temperature in the room seemed to drop a lot, making me tremble with cold.

At that time, my first reaction was to run out, but before I reached the door, the west room gate closed itself.

I pulled the door inside twice and felt something was wrong. As soon as I pulled it out of the crack, I immediately pulled it back to the distance. If no one outside pulled the door outside, how could the door be closed by itself?

However, I had already inserted the door of the outer room. Who else could be there in my house besides me?

I was so scared that I took two steps back. Finally, I calmed down, but the door opened a crack, and a round eyeball appeared outside the crack. The man seemed to have no eyelids, and his eyeballs were completely protruding outside. He looked at my face through the crack.

I was so scared that I stepped back, but the door was opening in a little bit by bit. In a short while, the man outside showed most of his body. The man's face was half covered by his hair, half of his body was wearing white clothes, and half of his body was not sure whether he was wearing black clothes or hiding in the shadows, but it looked like it was pitch black.

The man was obviously three or four meters away from me, but he stretched his hand towards me. I watched the man's hand reach my eyes, and his fingertips almost touched my nose. He was so scared that he took two steps back, grabbed the oil lamp on the edge of the kang and smashed it.

The oil lamp is not going to cause a big fire when it is placed on the table. If the lamp plate is overturned and the flames touch the lamp oil, it will be able to light the house immediately. As soon as I threw the oil lamp out, the green fire ball was lifted from the ground. The man at the door not only did not hide, but also crawled towards me in the flames. I don’t know if it was blinded by the fire, and there was a white film on my eyes.

There was not even a window in the whole west room, and I couldn't even run out, so I could only watch the man climbing under my feet. When I hid until there was nowhere to hide, the man grabbed my ankle against the ground.

I felt a chill under my feet, so I saw a hand stretching up to my chest and pinching my neck. My eyes went dark and fainted on the spot.

When I woke up, my grandfather had already come back and was sitting on the edge of the kang smoking. When he saw me awake, he cursed and said, "I said why did I feel so thrilled when I went out. It turned out that you were trying to die at home! Why don't you go to heaven?"

"Do you know what you lit it? It's a toast to God's cup made of dead people's brains, something to hold wine. You light the lamp oil inside, and the mountain god came down to drink, but ended up throwing you into a fire. You are really capable."

I was so scolded by my master that he dared not speak, but he became more and more excited: "Can you do it? Why don't you pee in the Jingshen Cup?"

"Spray!" I was so scared that I wanted to cry, but I didn't dare not tell the truth. When I was playing in the house, I did urinate and didn't want to go out to spit, so I urinated into a pot that came out of the box.

My grandfather quickly ran over and picked up the pot and smelled it. He was so angry that his whole body trembled: "You little bastard, your peeing has lost your life."

I didn't know what was going on at that time, but later I realized that the matter of burning the Jingshen Kan was not a big deal. As long as my grandfather could get along with others, it would be fine.

However, the pee I sprinkled into the pot was fatal. In which pot, half a pot of wine was originally used to worship the gods. My grandfather had to invite a greater god to help me suppress evil, so that I could get the things done.

However, my grandfather didn't know that he was holding half a pot of urine, so he should have suppressed the evil spirit, but instead offended the great god above.

My grandfather was so angry that he walked around the house several times. I whispered to him: "Master, have I offended Xian'er? Otherwise, I'll kowtow to him and apologize."

"Close your mouth!" My master scolded me angrily, and crawled into the west room and lit three incense sticks. I don't know what he was kneeling on the ground and muttering?

After a while, I heard a rush in the room. When I got up and looked, I realized that my grandfather had thrown the incense burner.

My grandfather stood in the room and pointed at the beam and cursed: "I beg you, do you really think you have some pussy face, right? If you dare to touch my grandson, I will let you die first."

Before I could figure out what was going on, I asked my grandfather to pull it out of the quilt in the house and throw it into the mahogany box: "Wait for me here. Don't come out."

I watched my grandfather pull out two knives from under the altar to pin them on his body, and then took off a tart cloth bag from the beam of the room and walked on his body.

I sat in the box and waited for half a night until dawn. I saw my grandfather come back. When my grandfather came back, he was covered in blood and his face was so white that he couldn't walk steadily.

I was so scared that I quickly climbed out and helped him onto the kang: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Let me sleep for a while!" My grandfather said this and fell asleep. This sleep lasted for a day and night, and he couldn't wake up no matter how he called him.

At that time, I thought my grandfather was dead, and I was so scared that I cried several times. When my grandfather woke up, his anger disappeared. I sat on the kang and smoked two or three bags of cigarettes, and then told me: Our Chen family’s hometown is in the northeast, but your grandfather lived near the capital...

Back then, your great-grandson caused a big disaster, so we were asked to come back to take refuge. I chased you for several years, but I couldn't find his place. Later, your great-grandson suddenly came to me and told me that something was going to happen at your home.

At that time, I didn't know whether your great master was dead or alive. But I knew that what he told me would be accurate. I tried my best to rush home, but it was still one step late. When I got home, your father was gone.

I dare not take you in the capital again, so I took you back to my hometown in Northeast China. When you were three years old, something happened once and almost disappeared. Your great-grandson came back again and told me that when you were waiting for you, you would take the pot of God-Sheng wine and go to the mountain to save your life.

You guys are so...

My grandfather stopped at this moment, and after a while, he said to me: This is the life of our father-in-law. I will wait for you to be twelve years old. I will take you up the mountain. If we can live, we will live together. If we can't live, we will die together.

Since then, my grandfather has never hidden anything from me. He told me: My grandfather was shaking drums in the capital to find something amazing. He left without looking for that thing. My grandfather probably died somewhere. When he came back, he told him that something was wrong at home was my grandfather's soul.

The person who sent my lanterns that day brought a stream of evil spirit. My father blocked the evil spirit by nine points, but I still had a stream of evil spirit. With that evil spirit, I could not survive twelve times.

My master has been protecting me over the years just to help me transform evil when I was twelve years old. But now, let alone transform evil, it is hard to say whether I can survive the trouble I caused.

After the day I was beaten, my grandfather dug a well at home and put a coffin under the well. During the day, I went to school as usual, and when I came back at night, I slept in the coffin with my grandfather.

Every time I go to bed, my grandfather throws his mahogany box items next to me and helps me sleep. Every time I hold those things, I feel like I can hear someone talking beside me, or I just hug someone, and those things can move twice until the middle of the night.

When the sound of talking on the thing disappeared, my grandfather took out the thing and burned it.

When there was not enough things, my grandfather went out to collect them and threw them to me when he came back. But the things he collected later were not as good as his box. Sometimes they were just a few rusty big money, and occasionally they could run into something else.

In addition to not letting me sleep well, my grandfather also had to let me have a grave meal every three days. The meal was prepared in the evening and brought to the graveyard, and the next morning, I brought it back for me. The rice was full of earthy smell, and if I couldn't make it delicious, I could eat a bug if I had a few bites.

But my grandfather told me that even if there was a toad inside, you had to chew it and swallow it. If I didn't eat it, he would pinch his neck and stuff it into my mouth. No matter how I cried, he wouldn't feel sorry for him.

I don’t think there is any change in myself, but my classmates all say that I have a cold air on my body, especially my hands, which feels cold as if I touch it. They all laugh at me for being a dead person. I can’t say anything about my pain in my heart.

I also asked my grandfather what they used. My grandfather told me: When we pass the level, if you don’t want to learn it, I will teach you too. If you can’t pass it, it will be useless to say anything.
Chapter completed!