My second uncle took the pocket without saying anything.
This time, my second uncle didn't even prepare a box of old clothes for my grandfather, and he just watched over my grandfather day and night. Finally, when my family was forced to have no rice to cook, my second uncle went out to take a job.
Before he left, he stood at the door and looked at my grandfather for a long time, and finally left with a sigh. My grandfather couldn't speak at that time, but tears kept falling from the corners of his eyes.
No good person would want to do the job my second uncle does.
There are many requirements for dressing up old people's clothes. If it is someone who has passed away of old age, anyone can do the job. A relative with a good physique can do the job. As long as you don't stand in front of the dead person and don't get breathed by him, it's no big deal.
However, if someone dies outside, especially if they are missing arms and legs, they need to find a specialist to help them put clothes on. In addition to putting clothes on, they also need to sew their arms and legs back together. This is not something that ordinary people can do.
The job my second uncle took at that time was to take care of people who were killed by trains, with their heads crushed off. This kind of job was not available to ordinary people, so only my second uncle could do it.
There is a rule for sewing a dead person's head. You must sew in the dark without turning on the light. It is said that this is a rule passed down from a tailor's shop near the execution ground. When a dead person comes to sew a head, no one can watch. If someone watches, the person will die. Tailors who do this job are usually blind.
Later, beheading was no longer performed during executions, and the skill of head sewing was passed on to outsiders, but the heads had to be sewn in the dark.
At that time, my second uncle locked himself in a room with the windows covered with quilts. No one dared to open the cracks to look inside, so no one knew what had happened in the room. Until my second uncle came out, he almost scared everyone in the yard to death.
My uncle sewed one of his hands to the dead man's neck, and he dragged the dead man forward step by step with his hand. People who saw my uncle at the time said that they didn't know whether my uncle was in great pain, because he would scream after walking a few steps, and the sound was not human. Blood flowed from his hand to the ground, and my uncle walked home without stopping, his eyes wide open.
The people in the neighboring village were so scared that they ran to call the immortal. The immortal took a look from a distance and waved his hand, saying that he couldn't do anything. He also told the villagers not to go over to look, because if they did, they would definitely not be able to walk well.
At that time, I was at home looking after my grandfather, and I had no idea how my second uncle walked back.
But I remember clearly that at that time, my grandfather was breathing heavily and was about to die.
I was so scared, but there was no one around to talk to. I was so anxious that I saw my grandfather's breathing became more and more even, his face gradually began to turn red, and his eyes slowly began to show signs of life. Just when I thought my grandfather had returned from the gates of hell, I heard my second uncle shouting at the gate of the yard: "Dad—"
My grandfather suddenly sat up from the kang, his eyes were frighteningly bright, he put his hands on the edge of the kang and jumped to the ground, running out without even putting on his shoes. When I followed him out of the house, my second uncle was already dead, standing at the door.
The dead man in my uncle's hand was sitting on the ground, and he held the dead man's body with one hand to prevent him from falling. But my uncle's eyes were staring at the door, as if he was waiting for my grandfather to come out.
My grandfather took out three gold coins from my second uncle's other hand and separated the two people little by little. He went into the warehouse and sewed the dead man's head back together before he remembered to bury my second uncle.
After that incident, people in the village were saying that my grandfather had become a big shot and had usurped the lives of his two sons, taking away their longevity, so he himself survived, but his two sons all died.
At that time, I ran home and asked my grandfather: "Did you take away my father and my second uncle's longevity?" My grandfather turned around suddenly after hearing this, his eyes were frighteningly bright. I was so scared that I didn't dare to talk to him. But my grandfather looked at me and sighed: "We can't live here anymore, let's go!"
That night, my grandfather harnessed the cart, loaded the coffin, and quietly left the village with me, just like he did the last time. But when I woke up, I couldn't remember a thing.
Just as I was trying desperately to recall what happened that night, a pair of eyes suddenly appeared in front of me - they were my grandfather's eyes, as frighteningly bright as when he looked at me.
I was so scared that I sat up from my chair, sweating all over and breathing heavily, unable to utter a word.
Xie Wanhua poured me a glass of water and said, "Mr. Wu, it looks like I won."
I grabbed the water glass on the table and drank it in one gulp: "Yes, you win."
Lao Du suddenly became anxious: "Xiao Wu, this... this doesn't count! I..."
I raised my hand to interrupt him before Lao Du finished speaking: "According to the rules of the art, I have to admit my defeat. So... you hand over the business to Dr. Xie now. If, after half a year, your business still doesn't make any progress, you can come back to me."
Xie Wanhua said coldly: "Are you still not giving up?"
I said in a deep voice: "You are talking to me about the rules, and I am talking to you about the rules too. If you take over the business for half a year and it doesn't improve, Lao Du has the right to replace the warlock. Of course, at that time, you can still ask me for help."
I stood up, bowed to Lao Du, and quickly left the clinic.
I appeared to be extremely calm, but in reality I wanted to rush back home and ask my grandfather what happened. After leaving the clinic, I rushed directly to the station without even going home.
All the way I was thinking about my grandfather and the three ghost coins.
In the twelve years that my grandfather taught me, he never let me touch the three ghost coins. Even if I occasionally wanted to take a look, he would hide them. He seemed to have said: The fate of the old Wu family is closely related to the three ghost coins. Touching the ghost coins means touching lives.
The most important thing is that I once took some fortune-telling money to calculate my grandfather’s fortune, and it turned out that he was a dead man who had been dead for many years.
I thought I had made a mistake and was about to read it again when my grandfather suddenly ran into the room and scolded me, saying that I was ignorant and had nothing better to do than to predict his fate. After that, I never dared to read my grandfather's fortune again.
besides…
The more I think about these strange things, the more I see them. I didn’t think much of it before, but after I looked back at my old memories, I felt more and more that something was wrong.
If you say that my grandfather really took away my father and second uncle's longevity, I still don't believe it. My grandfather can't be that kind of person...
I returned home with all sorts of thoughts in my mind. When I pushed open the door, I saw the whole house was covered with dust and spider webs. The dust on the table was so thick that words could be written on it. Although there were no women in my family, my grandfather was a very clean person. He wiped the dust in the house every day. He would feel uncomfortable if he didn't. The house was so dirty, only if he hadn't been home for a while.
I walked a few steps to the edge of the kang and felt along the kang mat. My grandfather used to leave a note there when he went out without telling me. This time, there was nothing under the kang mat.
I turned around and lifted the secret panel of the secret room, wanting to go down and take a look, but I saw that the entrance to the secret room had been sealed tightly with yellow mud.
My grandfather did this? He moved again while I was away
I was about to turn around, but suddenly I felt something was wrong. At that time, I inexplicably felt that my grandfather must be in the secret room, waiting for me to go down.
Once this idea popped up in my head, I couldn't get rid of it, and it became stronger as time went by. After walking around the house for a few times, I ran outside to find a pickaxe, dug through the yellow mud in a few strokes, and jumped into the secret room.
When I walked into the secret room, the first thing I saw was my grandfather sitting cross-legged in front of the altar with his back to the door.
"Grandpa—" I just shouted, and I heard my grandpa sighing, "You still come back at this time and break in. I have helped you hide for more than 20 years, but I still can't escape! Half-life Dao, the ghost vein should have a successor. It's God's will, no one can escape this destiny!"
I said in confusion: "Master, what are you talking about?"
My grandfather said in a deep voice: "Just don't say anything and listen to me. In fact, I have been dead for a long time. You are talking to the dead now!"
I couldn't help but shudder: "Master, you..."
My grandfather laughed and said, "In fact, you already knew that I was dead, right? You remember all those things that happened back then, right?"
I nodded and said, "I remember now. How did my father and the others die?"
My grandfather was silent for a long time before he said, "They are all for the Ghost Eye Pass Money, or you could say it's for you."
My grandfather didn't wait for me to speak before he said, "When you were just born, I calculated your fate. You are destined to face many disasters and every step will be dangerous. However, my Wu family can only inherit from your generation. If you are gone, the Wu family will also be extinct. In order to keep you alive, we must give you a way to fight for your life, and that is these three ghost coins in my hand."
My grandfather held up the leather bag in his hand and said, "But if you want to touch three ghost coins, you have to sacrifice three lives. Me, your father, and your second uncle, that's exactly three people."
My head buzzed: "Master, what are you talking about?"
My grandfather ignored me and said, "I didn't let your third aunt take the ghost money because I wanted to save your life one day. Unfortunately, I didn't save you, and I also got your father and others involved."
I said in a trembling voice: "Master, didn't you say that you didn't want to teach me your skills at first, and it was because the ghost money chose me that you taught me your skills?"
"Destiny can be known but not changed, disaster can be calculated but not avoided!" My grandfather said something inexplicably and then slowly said, "Your father and I tried our best to change your fate, but we lost. If you lose, you have to pay the price. Let me tell you the details of what happened!" (To be continued)