Kowloon coffin

Chapter 8

I stopped and looked up at the sky, wondering if my eyes were dazzled. I saw a cloud of black air drifting over the temple.

So weird!

Are there really monsters?
I'm afraid to go in. If there are monsters, it will be too late to escape.

"Grandpa, are you in there?" I yelled inside.

No response, probably not there.

I turned and left, and after walking a certain distance, I found that the madman had been following me.

The lunatic was smelly, and I yelled at him in disgust: "Can you stop following me? Follow me again, and I'll beat you!"

"I..." The lunatic looked at me pitifully.

Forget it.

I ignored him and walked quickly towards home.

Back home, grandpa and father were sitting in the living room, both of them looked unhappy.

I was just about to tell grandpa about my mother, when my mother came out of the room. She was wearing a bewitching heavy makeup, and she couldn't see her original appearance at all.

My mother gave me a weird smile and walked into the kitchen.

I sat on the sofa in shock, swallowed, looked at my grandfather and said, "Master, where did you go this morning?"

"Going out to do errands, what's the matter?" Grandpa glanced at me and asked.

Judging by their looks, they probably don't know about their mother's situation yet.

I glanced over to the kitchen and whispered in Grandpa's ear, "My mother seems to be possessed by a ghost."

Grandpa's expression became serious in an instant, without saying anything, he just shook his head at me.

I don't know what he is shaking his head for, is he asking me to pretend not to know?
Looking back, my mother sat next to me at some point, scaring me out of my wits.

Only then did I understand what grandpa meant by shaking his head.

At this time, my mother's face has returned to normal, and her behavior is no different from before, but I still feel that she is not my real mother.

I tentatively asked, "Mom, didn't you make breakfast this morning?"

"It's done, haven't you seen it? It's in the pot."

My mother's seemingly gentle eyes made me feel an indescribable danger.

I frowned, got up and walked into the kitchen, looked in the pot, and there was really breakfast.

But before I went out, I obviously didn't have it. Could it be that I made it when I went out?
Obviously very hungry, but I have no appetite at all.

I went back to the living room, and just about to ask my grandpa what happened last night, he said, "Little raccoon, come with me."

I subconsciously glanced at my mother. If my father is with her, there won't be any danger, right?

My mother suddenly turned her head and met her gaze, and I looked away a little guilty.

"What are you looking at?"

"No." I hurried into the room with Grandpa.

As soon as I entered the room, Grandpa asked me to take off my clothes.

I looked at him blankly, "Why take off your clothes?"

"Take it off if you tell me." Grandpa's tone was very serious.

I didn't dare to talk anymore, so I took off my clothes immediately, and then grandpa brought a brush and drew amulets on my back and front.

"Little raccoon, the matter of the female ghost is far from as simple as what we have seen. Today I am going back to ask Master to come down the mountain. The female ghost is injured and will not come to you for the time being. As long as you don't go out at night, it shouldn't be a big deal." Question. Also, don’t wash off the talisman on your body, it may save your life at a critical moment.”

Grandpa told me a lot.

Although there is no danger at present, I am still very scared in my heart.

"The mother..."

"I can't deal with the things in your mother's body, but I temporarily suppressed her in your mother's body, try not to contact your mother for the next two days, and I will come back as soon as possible. And this book, you try to Write down everything in it."

Grandpa handed me a yellowed book.

I opened it and took a look, and found that it was all about how to deal with ghosts.

"This book was written by your ancestor, and it is very practical. Grandpa is not here, so you must be careful in everything."

After my grandfather explained to me, he left.

As soon as he left, I suddenly felt even more insecure, and I simply shrank in the room by myself and couldn't come out.

When it was time for dinner, my father came up and called me, so I went down.

As soon as I saw my mother, I thought of the scene in the morning, and I didn't even have the appetite to eat.

But I didn’t eat, and I felt hungry again. Finally, I sat in the yard by myself with the bowl and chopsticks in my hands.

"hungry……"

The lunatic appeared out of nowhere, I looked up, and he was already standing in front of me.

He stared at the rice in my bowl, licked his mouth, "hungry."

Remembering that the lunatic took me to buy candy before, I couldn't bear to drive him away, so I handed him the bowl.

"Eat."

The lunatic took the bowl happily, probably because he was very hungry, and ate up the food in two or three bites.

"Still hungry."

"You wait."

When I went back to the house and was about to serve him another bowl of rice, my mother came over suddenly, took the bowl from my hand without saying a word, and dropped it on the ground.

"Less contact with lunatics."

I froze for a moment, "Mom, what are you doing, anyway, Uncle De helped us before, so you can't be ungrateful."

The lunatic's name is Chen De, and I used to call him Uncle De.

My mother gave me a hard look, and the eyeballs suddenly turned black, and I staggered back a few steps in fright.

"What are you doing? You scared the child." My father came over and protected me behind me.

The mother ignored the father and walked away.

My father patted me on the shoulder, "Unfortunately, don't argue with your mother."

I nodded, took a deep breath in shock, walked into the kitchen, took another bowl, filled it with rice, and served it to the lunatic.

The lunatic ate ​​all his food, then sat under the grapefruit tree in the yard and fell asleep.

Seeing him like this, I was suddenly a little worried that he would stay at my house and not leave.

It's not that I'm worried about not having enough food, but that my family is in such a dangerous situation that I'm afraid that he will lose his life.

It's not worth it if you risk your life for a moment of comfort.

But I can't bear to drive him away, not to mention it's already dark.

In the past two days when my grandfather was away, I have been studying the book he left me, and I don't know if the methods written in the book are useful.

In the blink of an eye, two days passed, but grandpa hadn't come back yet. When I called him, the phone was always turned off.

I was suddenly a little worried, maybe something happened to Grandpa, right?
"Jiang Wei, come out!"

Suddenly there was a loud noise downstairs.

I stood at the window and glanced downstairs. A large group of villagers stood in the yard of my house.

Don't know what happened.

I hurried downstairs and walked to the yard. The villagers said they wanted to burn my mother to death.

"What happened?" asked the father.

"Your wife killed someone, and she paid for her life. Hand over your wife quickly." My uncle said in a loud voice.

My uncle and our family used to have feuds because of some trivial matters. Until now, our relationship is not good.

But to slander my mother for murder, isn't it too unkind?

"What evidence do you have that my wife killed someone?" My father is a wife-protecting maniac, and when he heard someone slandering his mother, he naturally wanted to get anxious with him.

"I saw it with my own eyes."

"But Shuzhen has never gone out at home today."

I don't know whether my mother has ever gone out, because I have been staying in the room, but I don't believe that my mother would kill someone. Even if she did, it would be something in her body that caused the trouble.

"You are his husband, of course you said so."

The uncle and father quarreled while talking.

I hurried into the house to find my mother, and my mother sat in front of the mirror again, tracing her brows.

An obvious chill swept through the room, I subconsciously took two steps back, and said hesitantly: "Mom, Dad and Uncle have quarreled, go out and have a look."

Mother put down the eyebrow pencil in her hand, turned her head and grinned, "Okay!"

Unspeakably weird.

I didn't dare to stay with my mother for too long, so I hurried out.

After my mother, I walked out one step at a time. As soon as I came out, the group of villagers wanted to rush up to catch my mother.

Especially the uncle, who kept saying that his mother was a witch and would kill the whole village.

They don't care about the truth of the matter in order to survive.

Father stopped them desperately, "Even if she killed someone, it's not your turn to punish her, little raccoon, call the police."

Just as I took out my mobile phone to call the police, the lunatic rushed out with a shovel and shouted at the villagers: "Go away, go away!"

Seeing the lunatic defending my mother like this, I was inexplicably moved. It seems that I was right not to drive him away.

"Crazy man, get out of the way, or I will beat you together."

The uncle rushed up, grabbed the shovel, and urged other villagers to go up and grab the mother.

"Shuzhen, go in quickly." The father wanted to pull the mother in, but the mother refused to go in.

The lunatic didn't let go, and the uncle kicked him directly in the stomach.

Even after being beaten, the lunatic didn't let go.

In contrast, a lunatic is more affectionate and righteous than these so-called normal people.

"Get out of the way!" I yelled at the villagers: "If you continue to act recklessly, I will call the police and say that you are breaking into private houses."

They stopped now, but they didn't intend to let my mother go.

I saw that they wanted to execute my mother privately, so they simply called the police.

The uncle saw that I called the police, and he was not as aggressive as before, but his tone of voice was still harsh, "Even if you call the police, your mother will die."

"Uncle, why do you want my mother to die so much?"

"What intentions do I have, I just don't want the murderer to go unpunished." The uncle said confidently.

As soon as the words fell, another group of villagers came outside the yard, and they brought in a corpse.

"My son, you died a terrible death."

A middle-aged woman walked in crying.

The villagers surrounding us dispersed. I took a look at the corpse they had brought in, and found that the corpse was shriveled like tree bark. From this appearance, it was obviously not a normal death.

How can my mother have such abilities, it must be something in her body.

(End of this chapter)