Water ghost

Chapter 5

He saw Du Yusheng walk into the abandoned garden, and entered without thinking too much.

The abandoned garden was overgrown with weeds, and they tripped over his ankles whether intentionally or not.A few dodders scratched the back of his hand, and Du's father used a big knife to deal with them one by one.

After some trouble, Du's father delayed for some time, and Du Wusheng disappeared.

Where did Du Wusheng go?

Du Wusheng was neither crazy nor ill. He had a dream, followed the guidance in the dream to find the well, saw his grandfather sitting on the edge of the well, and sighed faintly.

The gushing well water had calmed down, and the well cover firmly sealed the well head, but several chains stretched out from the four corners of the talisman paper, which entangled Mr. Du's hands and feet.

Li Daitao's stiff technique, the talisman paper seals ghosts, and if Yuan Zhi wants to escape, Mr. Du has no choice but to be the scapegoat.

The condition is that no grass or tree in the village should be harmed, and no trouble should be caused.

The old man Du, who was already a soul, looked at Du Wusheng hesitantly, and finally waved to him kindly, saying: "Good boy, you are here."

In the dream, Du Weisheng already understood everything.

He groped along the chain on his grandfather's wrist, found the talisman paper under the manhole cover, touched it and retracted it reflexively.

The talisman paper burned, and blue flames rose.

There was already a blister on his hand.

He frowned slightly, and put his hand into the flames regardless.

Pushing away the weeds with one hand, in the dark night, staring at him with dark eyes, motionless.

Father Du raised his sword and said in his heart, "Monster."

"Evildoer" muttered to himself in the air, and the blue and coquettish flames floated up and down, illuminating the blood-stained hands.

He poked his head out, and followed the shallow moonlight around Du Wusheng's back. He couldn't make a move for a while, and compared to Du Wusheng, the cold light fell.

A scream startled the sleeping bird.

Father Du rolled into the grass in horror, blood was spread on the ground, he covered his lips, and swallowed all the exclamations and screams.

Du Wusheng's ghostly pale face leaned over, his fingers slid along the grass, stopped in front of Du's father, and bent down.

Father Du held his breath, his heart beating like thunder.

Wu Sheng picked up the big knife on the ground.

The footsteps went away.

Father Du moved step by step, dragging his body to crawl out.

One of his ankles was slashed with a machete, and the soles of his feet could not fall off, dragging blood all over the place.

After climbing not far, a pair of feet stopped in front of him.

Father Du slowly raised his head.

The milky white gown was hanging down, and the person who came came squatted down and stretched out his hand.

Du Wusheng heard a mournful sob not far away, stopped involuntarily, and choked up a mouthful of blood.

The talisman paper at the side of the abandoned well turned into flying smoke, and the scales of blue light fell finely on the grass leaves, and there were drops of blood on the leaves.

Dark clouds cover the bright moon, and it should be another storm.

The next day, Du Wusheng helped his grandfather's coffin to the funeral.

The sky began to drizzle, adding to the sad atmosphere as appropriate.

The villagers who followed talked and muttered, with strange eyes.

There was no other reason, Du Xiaosi went crazy.

Dragging his broken leg around in the rainy night, he ran into other people's yard talking nonsense, going crazy, and almost got his neck bitten off by a few ferocious wolf dogs, and made a meal of meat.

Poor, poor.

The pity is for Mr. Du's family, not for Mr. Du's birth.

The person who spurned Du Yusheng last night was also there, gloating, smiling and watching the good show.

He has an unpleasant nickname, "Half-blind".

Blind-eyed and blind-minded, he turns a blind eye to things that bully others. When he is in a good mood, he takes half of his own affairs and draws conclusions indiscriminately.

The Taoist priest who opened the way in front said, "Weeping, what's the sound?!"

There was intermittent crying, mingled with sobbing and sobbing.

It seemed like that, the Taoist priest nodded, and ordered people to beat gongs and drums, jingling, and set up a show of shaking the world and weeping ghosts and gods.

The semi-blind man stood behind the crowd without crying or making noise, and just opened the way with a smile on his face. From time to time, there was a terrifying howl, making more trouble than nothing.

There are really not many people who really mourn for Mr. Du.

The legendary seven aunts and eight aunts wiped their tears hypocritically, and howled their throats, imitating howling ghosts and wolves, and it was as ugly as it wanted.