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Chapter 5

When the fire got bigger, there was a loud squeaking sound from inside the tree trunk as expected. It should be that the life stealing ghost was burned, and it turned out that it would also be in pain.Listening to this miserable scream, no one will sympathize at this time, because many injustices will kill itself, and it deserves to die.Perhaps, some species are born to wait to be finally hunted and killed by humans. Because they are cruel and feed on humans, their natural enemies are not animals but humans, which also conforms to the rules of the biological chain.Natural selection, survival of the fittest, the disappearance of any species may have long been doomed.

As the fire got bigger and bigger, the cry gradually became weaker, until the last scream became the last sound left by the life stealing ghost in the world.Before human beings could know more about it, it had already disappeared into ashes in the raging fire. Maybe there is no such species in this world anymore.The incident was thus complete, and the stone in everyone's heart finally fell to the ground.

Alas, the experience during this period was like a nightmare. Suddenly everything came to light and everyone felt uncomfortable.In this way, on one side is the majestic sunset and the sky is full of sunset glow, and on the other side is the big tree that is about to fall to the ground in the raging fire, let everything return to its original state.

——The theory about stealing ghosts mostly occurs in the southern mountainous forest areas, and there is no scientific explanation for this thing.What kind of creature is this?Some people say that this is actually an exaggeration about the marrow-sucking mosquito.The marrow-sucking mosquito is a poisonous mosquito that flies silently and moves at night with a sharp mouth like a needle. It specializes in sucking the brains of animals. The animals he sucked the brains of all died on the spot.

When sucking the brain marrow, the marrow-sucking mosquito can first inject some anesthetics, so that the attacked animal does not respond, allowing it to be slaughtered, and no scars can be found after death.However, marrow-sucking mosquitoes live in the jungles of western India and hide on a kind of grass called clams during the day. Under normal circumstances, we cannot find them.They rely on human hair to contact the brain. Its straw is slender and hard, which can pierce the human head, and it lives exclusively on the brain.It also releases an anesthetic when sucking it, which makes people die unconsciously, which is terrible.

So what are the life-stealing ghosts in our southern rural areas?According to the old people who have seen it with their own eyes, some people say that ghosts are like mice, and sometimes they are often mistaken for black cats or weasels.In short, it is a real creature, and it lives by sucking the brains of babies with its long beak. It is small and difficult to detect.Therefore, in mountainous villages, babies often die without reason. This is not because of underdeveloped medical technology or ignorance of people's thinking as most people say, but an unsolved mystery.

Regarding the records of ghosts, in addition to the life-stealing ghosts mentioned above, there are of course other types of ghosts.The life-stealing ghost is just a strange creature that has been misunderstood by people, but the ghost transformed into a soul is real.Because it is a rural area, there will always be some drowned people in lakes and ponds. These resentful souls are too resentful to be reincarnated and inevitably wander and survive in a no-man's land. However, this ghost incident is a personal experience of my relatives.

In the previous period of the People’s Commune, all rural families with a little more children were basically in a state where everyone was not getting enough to eat.Rice and pasta are the New Year’s feast, and there are no vegetables and fruits, let alone big fish and meat. It’s wishful thinking. There are pickles, wild vegetables, and batter.

At that time, there were four children in my grandfather's family, namely my father and the four of them. Because there were many children, and there were things in the countryside to earn work points and eat a big pot of rice, the children couldn't eat enough, so that day my grandfather wanted to go to the Houshan Pond to catch fish for the children. Have some meat.

But who knew that grandpa never dared to go there again after the first time.

The small pond is located in the southwest of the valley bottom of the back mountain. It is not too big or small. The diameter of the water surface is about six to seven meters, and the water depth is less than two meters. It is surrounded by small forests and weeds. It is not easy to find if you don’t look carefully.Since the pond is a natural puddle formed by the accumulation of rainwater, it only appears in summer and autumn when there is a lot of rain, so the collective did not assign relevant tasks to the villagers to manage the pond.The weeds around the pond have grown taller due to years of neglect, making them appear barren and messy, so grandpa considered catching a few wild fish in this neglected pond.

This was a serious mistake at the time, and when it was discovered, a meeting was held to criticize it.Don't think that it is just a simple criticism. The consequences were quite serious for the members at that time.Since all resources are owned by the state and the collective, farmers have to accumulate work points for collective labor in exchange for daily necessities.Not to mention rice flour oil, cloth sugar and salt belong to the state, forests, fields, and even the grass growing in rivers are collectively owned. Reporting on it will make you overwhelmed and walk around.Don't say that this kind of behavior is a mistake, you can't even have this kind of thought, even if you just say it but don't act, it is an ideological and political mistake.

Grandpa's original idea was simple: Although the pond is the property of the commune, no one puts fish fry in it and no one takes care of it. There are still a lot of wild fish in it. It doesn't matter how many fish you catch, even if you have to punish the commune, it shouldn't be too severe; if no one finds out, you can often come here to catch fish in the future.I thought that if I went to the back mountain at night while the villagers were asleep, I would not be easily discovered. The chance of successful fishing was relatively high. After thinking about it, I decided to go all out for the children anyway.

So, after carefully examining the situation of all parties, Grandpa took action.It was a night with a bright moon and few stars, around twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Grandpa took the fishing net alone and tiptoed out when everyone in the village was soundly asleep.The village at night is quiet and peaceful, with a few sparse stars hanging on the black sky, like gemstones dotted on ink-colored satin, twinkling under the soft pouring silver-white moonlight.The night breeze was cool, and the dogs barked a few times, and even the croaking of insects and frogs was so pleasant.Because of the moonlight in the early summer, it is quite pleasant to walk on the mountain trails and breathe the fresh air.

Holding the fishing net, grandpa went straight to the valley pond with the ambivalence of anticipation and joy and self-condemnation after carefully observing the movement around him.It takes a long mountain road to get from home to the pond, and it is only after turning over the mountain that we can go down the mountain.According to my grandfather's later recollection, he didn't remember exactly what happened on the road at that time. He only remembered that the moonlight was very bright that night, which was so bright that it was almost morning, and the mountain path could be clearly seen in the moonlight.Because Yelu has been through it before, apart from the anxiety and nervousness of being a guilty conscience, there is no special fear in my heart.

Maybe Grandpa thought too simple before. There is an old saying that if you walk too much at night, you will always run into ghosts.The wild lake in the mountains has been a place where ghosts have been rumored since ancient times. The deserted and wild grass is always the favorite of lonely ghosts.It is better for strangers not to get close to these areas.In fact, grandpa's fire point is low, that is, the yang energy is weak, and it is easy to see those things. He shouldn't have come here, but he has come here, so what are we afraid of?

(End of this chapter)