My name is Lin Yuan, and I am a rural person. Because of my good grades in junior high school, I was admitted to a key high school in the city. I am now in the second year of high school.
This morning, just after school, I received a message that broke me down. My whole family was killed by Lei!
It was my second uncle who told me the news. He said anxiously on the other end of the phone: "Ohara, your family was killed by Lei Ji, please come back and see if you have any questions." Then he hung up. .
After listening to the news, I was completely confused. It is winter, and the weather is dry and less rainy. Let alone thunder. Even a light rain is rare. Where did the thunder kill my family
If the second uncle hadn't called me in person, I wouldn't have believed it if he was killed. However, the second uncle is usually very serious and hardly joking, so I hurriedly asked for leave and went home on the same day to see what was going on.
When I got home, tears welled up immediately, my knees softened, and I knelt heavily on the ground.
There are four coffins in the house. In them are my grandfather, grandma, father and mother. Their bodies are in pitch black, and they can smell burnt. They look like the second uncle said, they were struck by lightning. Yes, and their eyes are bigger than eggs. They can't be closed no matter how to wipe them. It looks a little weird. Is this what people often say
Unexpectedly, my four dearest relatives left me like this in one day. I really couldn't bear such a blow, and started crying on the ground.
The second uncle frowned and sat on the threshold smoking dry smoke. His eye sockets were a little red and swollen. He probably cried a lot before I came back. He looked at me without talking and let me cry on the ground.
After crying for a long time, I sobbed and asked my second uncle what was going on. There would be no thunder in this kind of weather. How could thunder kill him
The second uncle’s voice was a bit hoarse. He spit out a long smoke ring before slowly saying, “I’m not very clear. I suddenly heard a thunder from your house this morning. There was neither lightning nor thunder in the sky. This makes me feel something is not quite right. When I came to your house, it turned out that your grandparents and parents had an accident. They all fell to the ground, as if they had been struck by lightning."
"This is too weird, right?" I muttered in a low voice, thinking that this is a wicked thing. Old people said that if people do all their bad things, they will be struck by lightning. Did my parents do anything bad that violates their conscience during their lives? , So the whole family was condemned by God
After a while, the second uncle went on to say: "Your grandpa still had a breath when I came in. He died after speaking to me."
"What are you talking about?" I quickly looked at my second uncle nervously.
The second uncle said: "Your grandfather said that on the night of the first seven days, you want you to dig up their bodies, then chop off their heads and bury them back."
"Ah? This... what does this mean?" I looked at my second uncle in surprise, a little at a loss.
"Just do it, your grandfather naturally has your grandfather's reason." The second uncle got up and knocked on the smoke gun, dumped the soot inside, got up and left.
I have only one son in my family, so most of the funerals are handled by me alone. My second uncle occasionally comes to help, but he doesn’t say a word to me, just sitting on the threshold with frowning and frowning. With dry smoke, it seems to be on my mind.
On the day of the burial, my parents and their eyes were still open. I tried everything I could to prevent them from closing their eyes. I sighed and had to give up.
At the last moment when the coffin was covered, I didn’t know if it was my illusion. I seemed to find that their eyes had turned green, and it was a bit oozing, and my body couldn’t help but be agitated.
I buried them on a hill, and the tombs were next to each other. That day I cried to death, but my second uncle did not come. I once asked people to find him, but he was not seen in the whole village, which made me feel a little bit strange. Where did the second uncle go on such an important day
At night, I will put on sackcloth and wear filial piety to guard the mourning hall. This is called shouling in the countryside. It takes seven days to keep it until the first seven days.
Although I was in a heavy mood, I was really tired today. When I was guarding until the early hours of the morning, my eyelids were as heavy as shot puts, and I couldn't open them.
At this moment, suddenly the white candles on the mourning hall flickered, as if a cold wind was blowing in, and I couldn't help but shiver.
I tightened my sackcloth, and then looked up to the door, and found that there were four bright and dark figures standing in front of the door. Due to the low light of the candles, the outside of the door was very dark, and I could not see their faces clearly. I had to shout: "Who?"
The four people did not answer, and still stood there motionless, like a few logs.
I looked at the time and found that it was already two o'clock in the morning. Who would be so boring standing in front of my house? My house just died. Are they not afraid of bad luck
I drank again: "Who are you? What are you standing there for?"
Still did not answer, I became a little impatient, just stood up and walked out the door.
When I came to the door to see the person's face clearly, my legs were so frightened that I immediately sat down on the ground with a heavy butt.
Those four people are not others, they are my grandparents and my parents who have just died. Their faces are pale, and their eyes are like dead fish eyes. They are particularly oozing. The corners of their mouths seem to be split, and they are slightly tilted upwards. It's like a weird smile at you, and most importantly, I can smell the fresh earthy smell on them.
At this time, a terrifying thought popped up in my mind. Could it be that they all crawled out of the grave
Although they are all my relatives, I have experienced such horrible scenes. I was so scared that I directly knelt on the ground and knocked the floor to bang, but they didn’t seem to be Dissatisfied, he surrounded me, and then stretched out his scorched and cold hand to pinch my neck.
At this moment, I suddenly woke up from the table, it turned out to be a dream! It seems that I was too tired just now, so I fell asleep on the table!
But when I woke up, I seemed to find that I really had one of my hands moved away from my neck. I rubbed my dim eyes and saw an old lady standing in front of me, and suddenly I was so scared that I fell off the stool. Down.
"Wow! You...who are you?" I asked, panting, clutching my chest.
The old lady grinned and said, "Young man, I am an old friend of your grandparents and I came from a very far village to worship. Didn't you scare you?" After she came over and helped me up, she whispered in her mouth. Phrase: Those dead guys actually came here to make trouble!
"Ah? What is causing trouble? Who?" I thought she said that someone would come to my mourning hall to make trouble.
The old lady smiled again and shook her head: "No, people are getting old and like to mutter."
The old lady’s teeth have fallen out, and she looks a little weird when she smiles. Her white hair is scattered randomly, just like a beggar. She is wearing a black floral gown and her skin is already wrinkled like an old tree. Skin-like, her skinny hand looked like a tiny vine, as if she could strangle a person at any time, her eyelids were dragged, her eyeballs were sunken, almost invisible.
I looked at the dark weather outside and found it a little strange. It’s amazing that she, an old man, can rush over in an invisible environment. Isn’t it amazing
But after all, they came to worship with sincerity, so I didn't have much doubts, so I took a few sticks of incense at the altar and lit them and handed them to her.
The old lady did not intend to stay after the worship service, she turned around and left, but she stopped after walking out of the door and said to me back: "Young man, can you give me a ride, as long as you pass the one in your village The railway works. My old lady is slow to respond. If I come to the train, I am afraid that I will not be able to dodge it. In addition to the darkness of this day, my legs and feet are even more inflexible!"
There is a railway in our village. To think of the next village, we must pass this railway, but this railway is not far from my home, and it only takes about ten minutes.
I did not immediately agree, but persuaded the old lady to spend the night here and go back tomorrow. But she disagreed, and I have to go now, if I don't want to send her off, then go back by myself.
I was a little worried, so I nodded and agreed.
Regardless of the old lady's age, she walked on her feet as if it was windy, and I helped her to quickly come to the railway.
This railroad has been around for some years, and the rails on both sides look very rusty, and no one has ever repaired it. Every time I watch the train pass by, I feel a little frightened.
When I was young, my grandfather told me the story of this railway. He said that when the railway was just repaired, he killed people, a woman and a little girl.
Someone witnessed this process and said that the train came when the mother and daughter were crossing the railway. At this time, if they react quickly, they can actually escape, but their feet seem to be entangled by something on the rails. Being able to struggle desperately in place, his face was full of horror.
When the train roared past, the bodies of the two mothers and daughters could not be found. Their stumps flew around. Only the heads of the two mothers and daughters were found on the railroad tracks. The heads also looked very permeating, and the entire faces were covered. It's recessed, as long as there is a hole in the place, it keeps bleeding, staining the rails on both sides red.
Later, someone called the police. After the police arrived, they looked for their stumps everywhere, hoping to put their bodies together, but the strange thing was that they didn't find them after three days of searching. They didn't know where they flew, so the police had no choice but to give up.
There is a field of rapeseed on both sides of the train track. Villagers often come to take care of it, but since this happened, every evening when the sun goes down, people have seen a pair of mother and daughter crawling on the rails in weird poses. As if they were looking for something, they got into the tracks and disappeared as soon as they approached, so that people never dared to approach again.
Later, no one even dared to come to the rapeseed field. Now the two sides of the railway have become wasteland overgrown with weeds. The height of the grass has reached my chest, and people can't see it when they enter it.
Because of this incident, my grandfather forbids me from being close to the railway since I was a child, and once came to play with my friends, but when I went home, my grandfather was hung in a tree and beaten.
After I grew up, my grandfather didn’t take care of it so strictly, but he still forbids me to pass this railway at night. I was soft-hearted and agreed to the old lady before. Now I am here and I regret it again, because the wind and wind around the railway are gusty. There was also a weird groan, as if someone was whispering in his ear, and the rusty railroad tracks under the light of the flashlight seemed to be smeared with blood.
(End of this chapter)