Yes, there are only two people, Zhiheng and Jingyu, who think that there are no ghosts in the world. They are all nonsense and scare people.
Perhaps because of drinking too much alcohol, Zhuzi suggested that if Zhiheng thinks there are no ghosts, verify it. Put the blood of the crow on Zhiheng’s eyes and see if he can see the ghost. And the crow is ready, he only shot one yesterday, as for Nightingale, he will get it tonight. Zhiheng drank the most, and with Jiujin, took the bet in one sip. Jingyu was a little worried for Zhiheng, but since she didn’t believe it, she didn’t say anything.
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Finally, everyone agreed that early tomorrow morning, when Zhiheng and their ancestors sacrificed their ancestors, they would put the blood of those two birds on Zhiheng’s eyes.
The ancestor worship that the country people call is actually going to the grave. Because in the countryside, although cremation is practiced, the ashes of relatives are brought back and buried in their own cemetery after cremation. Every New Year’s Day, burn some paper money or something to worship. To give deceased relatives is also a comfort to myself. Due to the remoteness, this custom has not been managed until now and has continued.
The cemetery of the villagers is on a barren hill behind the village. The hill is full of weeds and shrubs. There are tombs everywhere in the weeds. People who often burn paper will treat their homes. The weeds on the grave were pulled up. Those who move away and those who don’t go often are so deserted.
On Qingming day, the sky started to rain lightly. Zhiheng took the prepared ritual early in the morning, put on a raincoat and walked towards the back mountain.
Halfway down the road, I ran into Zhuzi and another fellow villager. They intercepted him sneakily. The pillar holds a bottle in his hand, which contains black and red things. Zhi Hengmeng reminded me of the bet last night. I was supposed to be a joke, but I didn’t think the pillars came true.
The pillar asked while smiling: What? Did what you said last night count?
Zhiheng didn’t believe that there were ghosts and gods at all. Once it was broad daylight, he thought to himself, a rumor, what is terrible. He smiled and said: Come on, put it on, I really want to see what a ghost looks like.
The two of them really put the blood of the crow and the nightingale on Zhiheng’s eyes. Zhiheng felt his eyes a little bit spicy at the beginning, but he opened it again, and nothing happened. So he smiled, bypassing the two of them, and continued running towards the back mountain.
In the back hills in the rain, the Xiao Sha is cold and the graves are numerous. After walking for a long time, there was no one who worshipped. The rain was falling. Zhiheng was covering the sacrificial ceremony inside the raincoat, while looking for his graveyard with his eyes open. Suddenly, in a bush in front of Zhiheng, a terrifying human face suddenly appeared. It was a face with abnormal facial features. Blue face, one eye is hollow, and one eye collapses. Maggots crawl around in the hollow eye sockets. Blood was bleeding from the collapsed eyes. Hair is thin and upThere was a loud noise and a blast of brakes. The man was hit by a rushing car and flew far away, hitting another car’s sealing glass, most of his body was inserted in, and his exposed legs were on. After two clicks, it stopped moving. Dark red blood slowly flowed down the car. At this time, Zhiheng saw the ghost drag the person’s soul from the corpse and float away.
So far, Zhiheng sees ghosts every day. Three months later, in the middle of the night, he committed suicide.