A My profession is a warlock, of course this is a nicer name. In today's society, people are more willing to call people who engage in this profession a "charlatan".

Sometimes I feel helpless. After all, I really understand the "metaphysics" left by my ancestors. There are very few people who have goods in their hearts. And because of some taboos, how can the so-called masters serve ordinary people?

Therefore, when people see more scammers in the world, the saying of charlatan will naturally be deeply rooted in people's hearts.

I don’t want to be hypocritical either. In recent years, I have done 37 businesses in total, but the people I serve are basically either rich or noble, except for the two orders, which is a special situation.

Today, I am idle and don’t take any orders anymore. Of course, I like money, but the secrets of heaven cannot be revealed. If you have the fate to make money, you have to spend it, right?

But the life is too comfortable and a little boring. When I recalled the past forty years of my life, my only regret was to be ashamed of my master, because the lifelong wish of his family was just to justify the name of a real warlock and even carry forward the "metaphysics".

Is it easy? In today's society, I think it's really not easy! In fact, the real top leaders of the country attach importance to "metaphysics" and regard those who truly understand the arts as treasures.

But this is something hidden, so the people cannot know anything. Don’t ask why. Those who can trust me will believe me.

Think about it, the only thing I can do is to write down my experiences over the years, so that people can understand what the real warlock is, and let people see what the real metaphysics is.

Of course, I will not write down very specific methods. If everyone could learn this thing, it would not be almost lost now. I don’t want to mislead anyone, or even let anyone learn it because of curiosity.

As for the things I recorded are really not true, I just want to say one thing, compare my own life.

Okay, I won’t say much nonsense. The following is my experience over the years. Due to some special reasons and some key points, I will do some literary treatments, that’s it.

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I am from Sichuan. In the winter of 1967, I was born in a poor village in southwest Sichuan. My specific birth date is due to a professional taboo, and I will not say it, but since this is the introduction to everything, I still have to mention that I was born at twelve o'clock at noon, not more than one second, not more than one second.

Speaking of this, some people will definitely ask, isn't that mysterious? It's not too much, but not much in a second. Who can guarantee it? Even if my dad was holding a watch and staring at the time, it wouldn't be guaranteed, right?

That's true!

So, what I want to tell you is that this time was introduced to me by my master later based on my horoscope.

I will not doubt anything my master said. Later facts proved that what his family said to me had never missed.

So what's special about people born at twelve o'clock noon? This will be mentioned soon.

However, I still have to say first. People born during this period should not panic. In fact, there are not many people born in China in the whole time, really.

Let’s continue.

The winter of the year I was born was a very cold winter, so cold that my parents are still impressed.

Regarding that winter, my dad described it so much: "It's so cold that even the old hens in the yard walk on tiptoeing."

I can't imagine what a funny scene is like when a hen walks on tiptoe, but in my hometown where it almost doesn't snow, winter that is so cold is unforgettable. It is precisely because it doesn't snow that the coldness is even more uncomfortable than the cold north. It is a kind of cold, wet, cold, and cold that is different from the cold.

I was born in such a winter. When I was born, my parents almost thought I could not support me, especially in this cold and abnormal situation.

Why? There are three reasons.

First, I am very thin. My mother said that my dad just held me in his arms and shouted, "Why is this no different from holding a kitten?"

Second, my crying was very weak at that time, and it was like I was struggling with something, as if I was struggling desperately and panting. The experienced and well-woman who delivered me at that time thought I was choking amniotic fluid, and even carried me back and took me back and took a few shots, but it turned out to be useless.

Third, when my father and the wife were bathing me, they found a birthmark on the back of my head. It is said that birthmark is not a big deal, but the color of my birthmark is like blood. When I looked closely, it looked like an eye.

The rural people were superstitious. At that time, the woman was a little scared and said, "It's okay if this birthmark is like an eye. Why did I look at it? It seems like I staring at me? This baby is so empty and there is something on her body. Do you want to find someone to take a look?"

My parents had never read any books. When they heard Wen Po say this, they saw that the child was like this again, and they were frightened at that time.

Especially my mother, as soon as she gave birth to me, she was weak and she was in bed in panic. But my father could have an idea and asked quickly: "Grandma Liu (Wenpo's surname is Liu), what do you think is the problem with this kid? Which one should I look for? Are you going to the township health center to call a doctor?"

The rural people were poor, and the medical conditions at that time were not very good. In the eyes of my parents, this experienced Liu Wenpo is undoubtedly the greatest authority and very convincing.

Seeing my father ask this, Liu Wenpo first looked around in a daze before whispering to my father: "The baby who was just born is empty, and that thing is easy to take advantage of loopholes. Do you know that the thing needs to leave a mark? For example, if you are caught, there will be a few black finger marks on your body, and if you kick it, there will be a footprint. Have you seen all those who are pulled as a substitute by the water ghost? Most of the corpses caught have hand-catch marks on their feet."

After hearing this, my dad trembled and immediately understood what Liu Wenpo said. If Liu Wenpo had any marks at the beginning, my dad could think she was nonsense, but the words "Shui Ghost" were looking for a substitute had a mark on it, but my dad had to believe it because he had seen it with his own eyes.

That happened in the summer more than ten years ago. My dad was only in his early teens at that time. Children in the mountains and fields had no tricks. Who wouldn’t go to the river to take a bath in the summer?

The day when the incident happened was as usual. After my dad finished his work, he made an appointment with 5 or 6 young and half-boys to take a bath on weekdays. Among them, there were twin brothers, which were simply called Big Shuang and Xiao Shuang, and the matter happened to them.

What's going on? My dad didn't see the details. He only remembered that he was fighting a mud war with another child by the river. He heard Xiaoshuang shouting: "My brother is going to sink, hurry up, hurry up, help me."

When my father heard this shout, he turned around in shock, and when he turned around, he saw Dashuang's body sinking towards the middle of the river. In an instant, there was only one head left, and he didn't even struggle.

Xiaoshuang had already swam towards his brother quickly, and two people were following him quickly.

At this time, my father couldn't care about anything anymore. He was all a child. How could he not save him? He also swam towards Dashuang. After swimming a few steps, Xiaoshuang grabbed the hair on Dashuang's head. As soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, he heard Xiaoshuang yell: "Damn it, it's so heavy, Wang Gou'er, come and pull me."

Wang Gou'er was the closest to Xiaoshuang at that time. When he heard Xiaoshuang shouting, he didn't care about it and swam for 2 steps quickly, barely grasping Xiaoshuang's hand struggling on the water.

"Go and hug my brother, I can't catch it anymore." Xiaoshuang didn't even bother to breathe, so she shouted loudly. At that time, the situation seemed to have exhausted all her energy.

Next, there were another rush. After all, there were 5 or 6 people, and the adults who were working not far away were alarmed, the twin brothers were finally rescued.

After being rescued, Da Shuang was unconscious and didn't know how much water he had poured into his stomach. His whole stomach was so round. The little Shuang's face turned ashen. He was shaking slightly in such a hot weather, but people thought he was scared.

At that time, people didn't care about anything and were busy saving Dashuang. No one who lived in this village that was leaning against the river had any common sense of dealing with drowning. After a quarter of an hour, Dashuang finally woke up.

Da Shuang, who had just woken up, had a little dull eyes, as if he didn't really believe that he was still alive. Before he could say anything, he was slapped in the head by Uncle Li Si and scolded: "What are you swimming in the middle of the river? No matter how important it is!"

This is a real blame with concern. At that time, people were simple and most of the villagers knew each other and their relationship was really good. Who would like to see a baby from which family? So it is indispensable to curse.

Dashuang didn't say anything back. My father watched from the side, but he understood that this kid hadn't recovered yet, but Xiaoshuang, who had been shaking slightly, couldn't help but say something; "Uncle Fourth, I think my brother was not going to swim in the middle of the river, but was dragged over by someone, really."

Xiaoshuang's voice was not loud, but as soon as he said this, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and even Uncle Li was stunned.

No rural people have ever heard of some strange things in the mountains and fields. Isn’t Xiao Shuang’s statement clearly saying that there are water ghosts looking for scapegoats? People have heard a lot of this and talked a lot about it. When they really saw it, they were still confused and unwilling to believe it.

"What the little guy is talking about is because he is afraid that your old man (dad) will beat you when he goes back. Don't talk about these things to scare people." Uncle Li Si's face was quite heavy. People in the countryside respected ghosts and gods, and felt that using these things to talk about and shirk responsibility would be a bad luck.

"I didn't say anything!" Xiaoshuang was excited all of a sudden. He jumped up and shouted, "I watched my brother swim down, and I couldn't move anymore. I watched him sink into the middle of the river, as if he was dragged down by something. And, and,"

"And what?" Uncle Li Si's face looked bad. He knew that this kid was not lying, and this matter was a bit evil.

"And I went to save my brother. As soon as I grabbed him, I felt his body was so heavy, as if someone was snatching my brother from me. It was still cold, but when I grabbed my brother, I felt cold all over my body." Xiaoshuang said, trembling, and everyone believed it a little.

My dad was also helping to drag Dashuang up at that time. He knew that Dashuang was so cold that he was like ice. However, my dad and the others were not affected. Looking back later, it might be that they were a few and a half-year-old boys with heavy yang energy and that thing retreated, otherwise how could the person who was entangled be saved so easily?

At this moment, Dashuang finally spoke: "I saw fish in the river, I went to catch them, and someone was grabbing my ankle. I couldn't move with one grabbing and one grabbing, and I couldn't move my whole body, so cold that I couldn't move."

When Dashuang said this, his eyes were still a little dull, but there was a clear look of fear on his face. At this moment, my father saw a scene that he would never forget for life. He followed Dashuang's words and subconsciously looked at Dashuang's ankles. The three obvious thumbprints on the ankles were blue and black, and they all looked strange.

"Dog kid, you're lucky." Everyone saw it, and Uncle Li Si also obviously saw it. After holding it in for a long time, he only said one sentence, but he couldn't say anything again.

This is the end of my father's memories. Thinking of this, he was even more anxious because we already had two daughters at that time. My father was very eager for his son. Seeing that he had finally had a son, he couldn't watch and couldn't save it.

"Grandma Liu, then what's wrong with me? Look at me." My dad was so anxious that he was at a loss.

"This mark looks like an eye. I'm afraid this is the reason for being targeted?" Liu Wenpo lowered his voice and said uncertainly.

"What's going on?" My dad obviously believed in this uncertain statement. It was my dad's mentality at that time when he was anxious and he was in a hurry to seek medical treatment.

"What's wrong? You're afraid you're going to invite me." Speaking of this, Liu Wenpo stared at all times, then carefully leaned into my father's ear and said, "Please take a look at the widow of the Zhou family."

"Ah, Widow Zhou?" When my dad heard the name, he couldn't help but yell and frowned. Obviously he was unsure of his mind.

"Widow Zhou?" My mother was originally stuck on the bed. When she heard the name, she couldn't help but struggle to sit up and said in a stack of words: "No, no, his father, he said it at a meeting the day before yesterday. Chairman Mao said that he wanted to sweep away all monsters and monsters, to destroy the four old ones, and not to engage in feudal superstition."

When Liu Wenpo heard my mother say this, she immediately stood up and said, "Old Chen, I'm for your family. At least I hope it's not easy to have a son. As for what I said, you can decide for yourself, and I'll leave now."

My father glared at my mother and quickly got up to see Liu Wenpo. When I was about to reach the door, my father caught a chicken and insisted on stuffing it to Liu Wenpo: "Grandma Liu, I, Chen Da, are a person I understand, and I am a fellow villager in the country. I can't do that thing without anass. Don't worry. When my youngest son grows up one day, I will also mention the old bacon to thank you."

"Yes, the villagers, but now everyone is no longer kissing. Speaking of which family really hopes for the bad family? This is the world." Liu Wenpo still understood the words of my father, and said, "I left."

Of course, my mother, her wife, is timid. I must not blame my father and Liu Wenpo for being so cautious, and they have to talk in a turn. Everyone knows what kind of era it is in 1967.

My father just told Liu Wenpo that he missed her well and would not do such an unethical thing as exposing others. Liu Wenpo just sighed that the world is now so that people are no longer close to each other, and they dare not have a heart-to-heart talk.

But compared to the madness of the outside world, this poor little village can be regarded as a paradise. At least the people in this village are still a bit human, and everyone is still emotional and has not been invaded too deeply by the crazy outside.

After sending Wen Po away, my father entered the house with a heavy face. At this time, my two sisters who were originally avoiding the woodshed were also in the house.

When a woman gives birth to a child, children should avoid it. This is a custom that has been passed down from us for a long time, so naturally my family cannot avoid it.

As soon as I stepped into the room, my dad saw two sisters lying on the bed, looking at the little girl curiously, looking cautious, especially the 5-year-old elder sister who was still whisperingly reminded me of my 3-year-old second sister: "Second sister, don't touch my brother, don't touch my brother, look at him so young."

This sentence aroused my father's concern. He walked over and picked up his second sister, touched his eldest sister's head, looked at me again, and frowned tightly.

"Old Chen, you really want to invite Zhou." Mom was still worried about that and asked quickly as soon as she saw her father enter the house.

My dad coughed, interrupted my mom, then put down his second sister and said to his two sisters: "Big sister, take your second sister to the kitchen to guard the chicken soup. After boiling it dry, you two will have no chicken to eat in the evening."

At that time, because my father was capable and my mother worked hard, the family conditions were pretty good in the village. At least every time my mother gave birth, she could have a pot of chicken soup stewed by an old hen to nourish her body. My mother couldn't finish the meat, so naturally she gave it to her two sisters.

When I heard about eating chicken, my two sisters were very active. After agreeing to my dad, they went to the kitchen and kept guarding.

"You can't say these words in front of your child. If the child is ignorant and misses it, not only our family, but also others will be implicated." My father said softly to my mother.

"Aren't I worried? Look at the youngest, she is thin and small, and I don't have grandma, and this winter is so cold, I'm so cold," my mother couldn't say anything, holding me who was already asleep, holding me in my arms, as if I was about to leave her the next moment.

"Widow Zhou is now a monster and has a bad reputation. Although the village chief and the people in the village are concerned about love, they protect her, but the cadres from above are not staring at her, and they hope that something will happen, so they can make contributions." My father recognized some words when he was literate, but in terms of human relationships and worldly styles, my father is a personal elite.

"What should we do?" My mother suddenly lost her mind and then muttered: "Are we really going to do what Chairman Mao said he wouldn't do?"

My dad is both angry and funny, and my mom is just an ordinary woman. Apart from my dad, the one she believes most is Chairman Mao.

"This is Chairman Mao didn't know the situation of our youngest. If he knew, you would like to think that his hometown is so great that he would not agree to save our youngest? Don't think about this. Let me think of this. I will take the youngest to the township health center tomorrow. If the doctor is useless, I will find a way to ask Widow Zhou to help." My father comforted my mother a few words, and then sighed. What he was worried about at that time was that Widow Zhou refused to help him.
Chapter completed!