The evil ex-boyfriend came to the door

Chapter 5

Ning Xingruan woke up at the fourth grandpa's house. In the dimly lit room, the soup and medicine in the crock pot on the stove next to the wall gurgled, and the white smoke filled the whole room with the pungent smell.

Drowsy and dizzy, his skinny hand handed over a porcelain bowl. The dark brown and black medicine soup in the bowl exuded a strong and pungent smell. Ning Xingruan felt sick in his throat when he smelled the smell, and his eyes were dazzled Tears came out, and most of the chaos in my mind disappeared in an instant.

"Ruanzi, drink the medicine quickly, it will be fine." The old man brought the bowl to Ning Xingruan's mouth without any refusal.Ning Xingruan gulped down the medicinal soup in one go with her eyes closed, endured retching, and drank a bowl of water with the hand stretched out beside her, before she breathed a sigh of relief and became fully awake.

Seeing this, the other two people in the room hurried forward and asked about the situation with worried faces. When Ning Xingruan saw his uncle's face, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated. The suffocating scene seemed to be still in front of him, and he almost lost his breath. Lift it up and pass out again.

Ning Xinglei chattered endlessly at the side, Ning Xingruan only realized after listening that he was back from his uncle.

"Evil wind enters the body!" Fourth Grandfather made a conclusion, "I was originally weak, but I was paralyzed last night, and I still go to that kind of place, I don't want to be taken advantage of, alas..."

Ning Xingruan turned pale after listening to the words of several people, and said in horror: "Did I faint in the cemetery?"

Ning Pingyang asked cautiously: "If it's not a cemetery, what else could it be?"

He cooked the meal in the morning and waited at home. The food was completely cold and no one came back. He went to the cemetery and saw no one in the distance. When he got closer, he saw his nephew lying unconscious on the ground.

At that time, his legs were so frightened that he stretched out his hand to feel his nephew's hands and face were cold. He was even more distraught, and immediately ran back to the village with his back on his back.

Ning Xingruan lowered his head and remained silent, revealing a section of his fair neck, showing a bit of frailty.

Fourth Master Ning sighed and patted him on the shoulder: "Did you see something? Don't be afraid, those things can't hurt you, at most they scare you in your dreams."

Ning Xingruan looked up, his eyes were confused, was it really a dream?

Obviously so clear, I was chased and ran in the fog, but when the fog cleared, I stood by the back mountain bridge, going home with my friends...

Thinking of this, his memory suddenly froze.

He couldn't remember that friend's face, and he couldn't remember it even if he tried to recall it, only a blur.

And there has never been a child of the same age next door to their house.

It turned out to be a dream.

The tense nerves were relaxed, and he got up and moved a few times, except for a little dizziness, there was no other discomfort.

"Fourth Uncle, what do you think we should do?" Ning Pingyang was anxious.

Ning Xingruan also looked at the Fourth Grandpa. He had encountered such a thing less than a day after he came back, and a shadow was cast over his heart.

Fourth Master Ning wondered: "Moving the grave is not a matter of a day or two! Wait a few more days, it happens that Ruan Wazi's body needs to be replenished, and there will be problems if he doesn't make up."

These words scared Ning Pingyang. He grew up in Sishui Village. Although he moved out later, he still couldn't forget the weird things in the village and his fourth uncle's skills.

Fourth Master Ning said so, he didn't dare to let his nephew take risks.

"Xingruan, why don't we stay for a few more days?" Ning Pingyang and Ning Xingruan discussed.

"Your brother is very angry and full of yang, let him follow you, so that you will not be fascinated again." Fourth Master Ning pushed Ning Xinglei to the bedside.

Ning Xinglei slapped his chest: "Brother Xingruan, I'll be your bodyguard."

Although Ning Xingruan's face was still pale, his spirits improved a lot. He didn't want to make things difficult for his uncle, so he agreed with a smile.

It was just a nightmare when he fainted, and it was impossible for him to turn around and leave immediately because of this.

Maybe Fourth Master Ning's medicine took effect, Ning Xingruan's body soon became sweaty, and he always felt awkward lying in other people's homes, he insisted on going home without Fourth Master Ning's persuasion.

Before going out, Fourth Master Ning grabbed him and stuffed a delicate jade token into his hand.

"This is an amulet that I have carried for decades. I wear it close to my body. Don't take it off." Fourth Master Ning said mysteriously.

Ning Xingruan couldn't evade it, so he could only leave the door gratefully.

Spreading his hand, the blue and white jade tablet was engraved with strange lines, he looked at it twice, and felt a little dizzy.

There are a lot of things to prepare for ancestor worship in the village. Ning Pingyang sent people home, heated up the meal for Ning Xinglei to watch, and then went to the ancestral hall to help.

The mountain fog cleared and the sun came out. Ning Xingruan moved a chair and sat in the yard with Ning Xinglei. The warm sun shone down, making his face blush.

There are many birds in the mountains, and the chirping and noise are endless in spring. The willows outside the courtyard wall are new, and the new shoots are fresh and tender. Leaning on the back of the chair with squinted eyes, Ning Xingruan feels at ease, and throws the unhappiness of the morning to the back of his mind.

Ning Xinglei took out a few oranges from his pocket and put them on the stone table, said while eating: "Brother Xingruan, do you still listen to the story?"

"I don't want to hear any stories." Ning Xingruan gave him a sideways look.

Ning Xinglei chuckled: "Aren't I afraid to scare you?"

What Ning Xinglei said last night was mysterious, and now Ning Xingruan's curiosity was aroused. He also picked up an orange. In the scent of the orange, he heard Ning Xinglei talk about ghost stories.

From last year's Double Ninth Festival, the village began to live in unrest, and every family and livestock died during the New Year. The old people were in a state of panic and invited Mr. Yin and Yang all day long. It must be that someone offended the mountain god. The mountain god was angry and reversed the feng shui of Sishui village. Finally, under the suggestion of Mr. Yin Yang, the old man in the village decided to build a mountain temple with a strong attitude.

Because there is a human life mixed in, the original cliché story becomes a little scary.

Zhang Erling, an idiot in the village, scoffed at the superstitious behavior of the old people. He didn't give out any money, and he wanted to do something secretly. On the night when the mountain temple was built, he sneaked into the back mountain and didn't know what he wanted to do. In short, he died a miserable death.

"I saw the photo taken by my dad, God, I was so scared that I couldn't sleep for a few days." Ning Xinglei patted his chest with lingering fear, "Brother Xingruan, don't be curious to look for it, it's really... the whole skin... They were stripped clean, hung on the temple gate, and people sat cross-legged at the gate, dangling on the gate..."

Ning Xinglei's words were vivid and vivid, and now he scared himself too. He shivered and lowered his voice, "Zhang Erling's death is too bizarre, it's obvious that no one did it, and his father didn't dare to pursue it, so he just hastily Wrapped and buried in the mountains."

"In the next two days, there were screams in the village in the middle of the night. They were real screams. I just came back from other places, and I was very scared that night, so I tell you not to go out for a walk at night."

After the story was told, a gust of wind blew over, the tops of the trees rattled, the birds on the trees dispersed, and the yard fell silent instantly.

Ning Xingruan shivered, and the orange in his hand suddenly lost its fragrance.

With an orange in his mouth, Ning Xinglei muttered, "I overheard my grandfather discussing with them, saying that the mountain god lost his temper, that's why the village has to worship the ancestors and worship the mountain to appease the mountain god's anger."

"Not only that, I also heard what the Feng Shui master said, asking for human sacrifices, what the hell is this age, do you think you are stupid--" Ning Xinglei lowered his voice and said with some disgust.

The tragic death of Zhang Erling cast a heavy shadow on the hearts of the villagers in Sishui Village. Donating money to build temples and arranging ceremonies are acceptable, and they are just spending money to buy peace of mind.However, what is human sacrifice? It is not just a superstition, it is a crime!

Although many people in the village are a little superstitious, they are not confused when it comes to this kind of thing.

"Anyway, it's quite complicated this time to appease the mountain god's anger. Let's join in the fun when you're well." After cursing a few words, Ning Xinglei laughed again.

As noon approached, the temperature rose and spring sleepiness surged, both of them squinted their eyes and felt drowsy.The sun shines on the eyelids, and the eyes are warm and bright red.

Ning Xinglei beside him was snoring, Ning Xingruan smiled lightly, got up to go into the room to get a blanket, when suddenly he heard a miserable cry.

The whimpering voice was hoarse and bitter, as if he had suffered some great grievance, just outside the door through a wall.

Ning Xingruan looked up at the sun in the sky, got up and walked lightly to the door, with a creak, the wooden door opened, and the crying stopped abruptly.

He looked around, but there was no one outside the door.

After closing the door, the faint whimper sounded again.

Ning Xingruan froze, wanting to cry, but brave enough to open the courtyard door again, a dark mass suddenly appeared in front of the threshold.

The clothes of the person lying on the ground were torn and dragged on the ground. His hair was messy and long, tightly covering his face. His voice was hoarse and old, and he sounded like an elderly man.

Under the rags, a pair of withered hands stretched out, grabbed the threshold, and grabbed Ning Xingruan.

"Yes...no...sorry, sorry...sorry." The old man cried more and more mournfully.

Ning Xingruan was confused, but still quickly bent down to help him up, maybe it was an old man in the village who didn't remember anything and ran out.

"sorry……"

The old man's hand was on Ning Xingruan's forearm, the dead branch-like hand was only skinny, and looked very pervasive. He grabbed Ning Xingruan's arm, still eagerly muttering the word "sorry", It was as if he was about to die if he could not get Ning Xingruan's forgiveness.

"It's fine, it's fine, it's okay, can you get up first?" Ning Xingruan said helplessly.

The old man stopped crying, Ning Xingruan just breathed a sigh of relief, but then the strange gurgling sound came from the old man's mouth again.

He was laughing, a shrill and ear-piercing laugh, Ning Xingruan was startled, and quickly shook off his hand.

The sun above his head was still shining brightly, but Ning Xingruan seemed to be in an ice cave

This must be a dream, Ning Xingruan had such a thought in his mind, even if it really happened... Isn't he afraid of the sun, it is clearly noon now.

Sure enough, I was dreaming again.

He gripped the door panel tightly with his fingers, and his pink fingertips lost their color due to too much force.

The black shadow crawled along the corner of the wall, and before Ning Xingruan could breathe a sigh of relief, he slowly crawled over again, slowly took out a bunch of things and handed them to Ning Xingruan, pink, red and white, a bunch of flowers, The wild flowers were bunched up and held up in front of Ning Xingruan.

He smelled a scent from the tip of his nose, it was the scent of flowers mixed with incense.

Ning Xingruan didn't answer, and Soi Ying remained motionless.

Then he seemed confused, and slowly raised his head.

Before Ning Xingruan could see his face clearly, a gust of wind blew up, and the flower balls were blown up into the sky, scattered all over the sky.

The wind carried that strange fragrance, which made Ning Xingruan dizzy.

Ning Xingruan felt a voice in his ear, followed by a shaking of his shoulder.

He opened his eyes, and in front of him was Ning Xinglei's worried face.

"Brother Xingruan, you go to sleep in the house."

Ning Xingruan rubbed his eyes, only to realize that he had fallen asleep in the yard.

A few dogs barked outside the door, Ning Xinglei went out to open the door, a big black dog squatted in front of the threshold with its tongue out, saw someone come out and ran away with its tail between its legs.

Ning Xinglei bent down to pick up something, and excitedly ran over to pass it to Ning Xingruan.

"Who is so caring? Where did you get so many flowers? Brother, look at you, you are too good-looking to attract bees and butterflies."

Ning Xingruan looked at the flowers in his hand and froze with a smile on his face, the pink and white ones were really pretty.