My name is Lin Bei, sad Bei.
The name sounds full of sadness, and my life has always been like this.
The family was in ruins, and my grandfather was arrested by the Red Guards and made a key target of criticism.
They said that he was a demon and a monster who engaged in feudal superstition and deceived the public with his lies.
After a few back and forth, he died, and he didn't even die at home.
My father and mother also died in a car accident.
My life seemed to be full of tragedies like this, until something happened that started to change my destiny.
Talking about this matter started ten years ago.
I was fifteen years old that year.
It happened that my grandfather died not long ago, and my father and mother were running around for the family's income.
There were only two people in the family.
Me and my seventy-year-old housekeeper.
The old butler looked scary to me.
He had a pair of bright eyes and was as thin as a skeleton.
As the saying goes, he was skin and bones.
His face didn't have much color, just like a layer of waxy skin wrapped around the bones.
But the old housekeeper's silver hair was always combed clean and shiny.
It was also the old housekeeper who taught me how to read.
By the way, I forgot to mention, I didn’t go to school when I was fifteen.
At that time, because my grandfather was criticized, few people came to play with me, so everything in the yard at home became my childhood playmates, such as the red carp in the pond under the rockery.
It was by accident that I discovered that the red carp in the pond was missing an eye.
The blood in the right eye socket solidified into pitch black and was empty.
Occasionally, you could see a little bloodshot seeping out from the side of its face.
I remember that time I asked the old housekeeper to come and see me, and the old housekeeper hurriedly covered my eyes, and then murmured anxiously: "There are ghosts and there are ghosts, but there is no way for humans.
The child is too young and childish, so don't blame me." ” I don’t know why the old butler said that, and I don’t know what the old butler is afraid of.
I just remember that one day, the red carp suddenly died.
That day also happened to be the day when my father and mother had a car accident.
I looked at the two corpses covered with white cloth in the hospital and couldn't cry.
I had no idea what that meant or what death was.
Perhaps because I was too young and had never been to school, I begged the old housekeeper to help me wake up my parents.
It wasn't until later that I found out that they were dead.
If you die, you will never be seen again.
This sentence was said to me personally by the old butler on my sixteenth birthday.
At that time, he was even more frighteningly thin.
When I asked about the red carp again a long time later, the old butler said He just touched my head and said, that was a debt my grandfather owed when he was alive, and my father shouldered it for me.
This is a debt that must be repaid.
I often begged the old housekeeper to tell me my grandfather’s story.
I thought it was much better than fairy tales.
The old housekeeper also liked to tell me about the time when he and my grandfather were young.
At that time, their job was to rob graves.
I remember that at that time, I laughed and said that when I grow up, I will also rob tombs and dig out good things.
Maybe at that time, I felt that tomb robbing was no different from some treasure-hiding games.
Whoever found the treasure first would be the first.
And every time I said this, the old housekeeper would squint his eyes and tell me with a solemn expression.
"Bei'er, robbing a tomb will cost you your life.
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Digging one up will cost you ten years."
I didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, so I just nodded numbly.
Later, when I asked the old butler what he did for a living, he refused to tell me at first.
After asking for several days, he told me that he said that the work he did was also life-threatening.
When I was older, I realized that Mr.
Yin Yang was indeed a life-threatening job.
I saw this word from a book.
There is no way to verify the dynasty and by whom the book was written.
Not even the old housekeeper knows.
However, when the Red Guards came to ransack the house, the old housekeeper said that all the valuable things in the house were taken away, and those that could not be moved were smashed to pieces.
I found this book in a rockery.
It was wrapped in tattered oilcloth.
The cover of the book was old and stained with oil.
Only the four larger boldface characters are clearly visible.
Night talk of a hundred ghosts When I showed this book to the old housekeeper, he was so excited that he almost cried.
He held the book with trembling hands and said to me: "Beer, there is hope for the Lin family.
There is hope for the Lin family."
I didn't understand.
What did Old Butler Bai mean?
But judging from his appearance, this book should be a valuable one.
I have never believed in ghosts, gods and demons.
Maybe it was because when I was a child, I felt that if I believed in such things, they would exist, but if I didn’t, they would not.
Every day I looked at the big red letters on the wall that said Marxism is good, one person serves as a soldier, and the whole family is blessed, and I believed in the Party in a daze.
I recited quotations from time to time, and I also got angry at some charlatans and charlatans.
Until one winter, something happened that I will never forget.
It was that incident that exposed me to things that most people would never be exposed to in their lifetime.
It also made me firmly believe in the theory of ghosts, gods, and monsters.
My family lives in a remote village near Daxinganling in Northeast China.
There are only dozens of families in the village.
It belongs to a "poor land" where transportation basically relies on walking and defense basically relies on dogs.
When winter comes and the mountains are covered with heavy snow, even people starve to death and freeze to death, not to mention some animals.
Especially that year, the snow was extremely heavy, so deep that it was even lower than the calf, and because of the cold weather, few people dared to stay outside for a while.
What's more, it's me and the old housekeeper who are old and young.
She even wished she could stay under the covers and never come out.
I heard a sharp woman's cry: "Xiao Linzi, there is a thief in your house.
Your Uncle Liu just caught him."
As soon as he heard that there was a burglar, the old housekeeper quickly put on his dog-skin hat and military coat and walked out with his body hunched over.
I was young and liked to watch the excitement, so I put on a cotton-padded jacket and a hat and went out of the house.
"This kid came into the yard and wanted to steal the dog.
I happened to be thinking about coming over to Uncle Wang to chat with you for a while.
If I met him, he would do it."
Uncle Liu stepped on the thief's back and said harshly.
The old housekeeper is the only one named Wang in our village, and he is also the oldest living man.
He is seventy-eight years old and has a fairly strong build.
I tilted my head and looked at the thief who was stepped on by Uncle Liu.
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The thief looked like a rat in his thirties, especially his small eyes.
He was dressed in rags, with a knife knocked out of a stone on his waist, and a mustache on his mouth.
"Who are you and why did you come to steal my dog?"
I shouted softly and grabbed the old housekeeper's clothes.
That thief was very strange.
He didn't cry or make a fuss when he was stepped on the ground, he just giggled.
The people standing next to him were all neighbors who came out to join in the fun.
Seeing that the thief was still laughing, Uncle Liu kicked him hard and said, "You kid, what's wrong with stealing?
I have to steal a dog, but I still have the nerve to laugh."
I blinked my eyes.
Dogs play an important role in the village.
Generally speaking, every family has one or two.
The more powerful dogs can kill wild boars and tiger cubs when brought into the mountains.
The hunters in the village even hurt dogs more than others.
I have many wives.
"Okay, this snowy day, it seems that he is not from our village.
He may be hungry and anxious before he dares to enter the yard and steal the dog.
It's time for you to disperse.
I'll give him a meal."
The old housekeeper waved his hand. , signaling to the neighbors to disperse, I was still staring at the thief, and the thief also looked at me with a smile.
The senior people in the village all call the old housekeeper Uncle Wang, and some also call him Mr.
Wang.
I heard that if someone’s child is sick and the doctor doesn’t like it, the old housekeeper can probably cure it if he goes there, but some of them are dirty.
The thing was so frightened that the old housekeeper could come back even if it lost its soul.
I was sixteen years old at the time.
Although I didn't know much, I still knew a little bit about what was going on in the village.
The neighbors all dispersed, and those who should go home also went home.
The old housekeeper picked up the smiling, mouse-like thief and took him into my house.
As soon as he entered the house, the thief knelt down tremblingly, which shocked me.
His eyes were fixed on the portrait of my grandfather on the wall, and he knelt down until blood flowed from his forehead.
The old housekeeper didn't pay attention to him.
He just sat on the kang and whispered a few words: "The rat has its own way, and the ghost has its own way.
They are different but the same.
Today you fall into my hands and your fate will be counted." , please leave and don’t come back again.”
I didn't understand what the old housekeeper meant.
I just saw that the man made a "squeaking" sound from his mouth, just like a mouse, which made me panic.
"Send the skin back.
The wrongdoers have their owners.
If you have the right to practice, don't harm others easily, otherwise you will be harmed even if you die."
The old housekeeper waved his hand and fished out a piece of meat from the bowl on the table.
Throw the boiled glutinous rice in front of the thief.
What happened next was so scary that I couldn't sleep well for months.
A thin line separated from the top of the man's head, and then the thin line slowly split along his nose and chest, just like peeling skin.
A bloody piece of yellow leather about a foot long came out of the man's body.
He crawled out, shaking his hair and blood splattered on the floor.
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I was so frightened that I immediately shut my mouth, and big beads of sweat rolled down my forehead.
The yellow man licked the porridge in front of him, held the human skin in his mouth, opened the door and ran out.
A cool breeze blew in.
I trembled and tilted my head towards the old butler who squinted his eyes.
"Sad boy, this beast is actually the same as a human being.
It's just that every human being is born with a good skin.
Humans are good and evil, ghosts are good and evil.
Naturally, this monster is also good and bad.
It's difficult for foxes and mice to transform into human form.
It’s not like this snake will It can transform.
If the fox wants to turn into a human form, it has to wear a human head to worship the moon.
This yellow skin is stuck in the belly of a human and it walks around.
The human skin just now is probably the person who died from it or froze to death.
Taken over by it."
The old housekeeper touched my head.
His hands were as thin as old tree bark, but I was so frightened that I couldn't say a word.
No matter ghosts or animals, they all envy people.
These words are the exact words the old housekeeper said to me.
I understand what the old housekeeper means, because there are many such words written in the book "Hundred Ghosts Night Talk".
But when I think of the bloody yellow skin and the cracked and shriveled human skin, I feel extremely uncomfortable.
But from that day on, no matter whether there was a natural disaster or not, there was always an endless amount of rice in our family's grain store.
There is no shortage of grain.
But from that day on, the old housekeeper's health began to get worse and worse.
The following year, I made an exception and was admitted to a high school in the county, having never attended elementary school or junior high school.
The old housekeeper used all of my grandfather's inheritance to build a library for that school, and I also learned so-called knowledge.
From that day on, the old housekeeper promised me that he could teach me how to look for dragons, detect evil spirits, and predict fortunes.
Although I didn’t understand it very well, I knew that everything I needed to learn came from that greasy and tattered old book.
The first update of "Hundred Ghost Night Talk": Fenghuaju: