The best mysterious doctor

Chapter 34
My grandfather walked up to the dead child, took out a yellow paper talisman and pasted it on his head, then looked at me who was inspecting the scarecrow.

I pulled away the scarecrow that was half of its body, and found that it was full of grains and miscellaneous grains. I carried it all the way, but it didn't fall off at all. The dead child sprayed out when he bit it. What happened to my grandpa? did it?
With doubts, I picked up a few beans and squeezed them in the palm of my hand. I felt nothing unusual. I threw one into my mouth and spit it out immediately.

My grandpa looked at me with a smile: "How does it taste?"

I couldn't stop spitting and said, "Hey, what's on it! It's so coquettish."

My grandpa laughed loudly: "Can't you taste the smell of your own urine?"

ah?I bah bah bah!

I kept spitting out, retching so much that I almost vomited out my dinner.I thought to myself, why does this old man act like a child, taking bad water everywhere?

My grandfather stopped talking to me, took out a yellow paper talisman, danced and chirped in the air for a long time, and suddenly yelled 'quickly like a law'.

The yellow paper talisman ignited spontaneously in his hand, which made me stunned for a moment.

Although it's not the first time I've seen him dot talismans, but every time I see it, I feel very magical.

He told me that when I cultivate the Tao and my skills reach a certain level, such things as signing talismans will be within my grasp.

But I'm seven years old this year, and I haven't learned his so-called Tao. Should I wait until I'm 17 to give it to me?

Well, that's not bad, you can use this hand to fool the little girl, it's much better than waiting for me to be 70 years old, isn't it?

Shit, what am I thinking about?

Seeing that the flame was about to reach Grandpa's finger, he waved his finger, and the talisman landed on the dead child with sparks.

Then I saw a cloud of gray-black smoke coming out of the child's mouth, forming a wavering figure in the air.

This shadow is obviously the bare-bottomed kid who was about my age just now.

He looked at my grandfather with angry eyes: "Dead old man, you have melted away my evil spirit, so why don't you still want to take my soul?"

My grandfather looked at him with a smile: "I am a ghost doctor. I only practice ghosts and never harm ghosts. How can I do such a thing as collecting souls?"

The little mung bean eyes of the little dead boy rolled around: "Then what are you going to do?"

My grandfather took a puff of his cigarette: "I think you have been dead for six or seven years, right? I don't know which family you are from. The resentment is so big that it has turned into evil."

The little dead boy roared: "Who am I is none of your business? Get out if you don't want to die."

I rely on!I've seen someone who is arrogant, but I've never seen someone who is so arrogant, you're so confused, we just need a piece of talisman paper to wipe you out, how dare you tell us so brazenly that you don't want to die or get out?
It is said that the ghost's IQ is congenitally insufficient, and it seems that it is not only insufficient, but has even reached the point of brain damage.

My grandfather was also annoyed by this sentence, and he snorted coldly and said: "Uneducated, I miss you miserable, kindly ask about the situation, so that I can help you go to a better family, how dare you scold me?" old man?
Come on, come here and let me see the old man, I want to see how capable you are. "

The little dead boy suddenly pulled his throat and yelled twice.

I thought to myself, what are you calling for? After a while, I immediately saw a dozen or so blue flames condensing in the air around me.

Ghost fire!

Will-o'-the-wisps are not just ghosts after death. People have three souls and seven souls. As long as there is a human soul, even a trace, can form a will-o'-the-wisp.

The dozen or so groups of will-o'-the-wisps flickered and flickered, dragging their long tails, and quickly surrounded me and grandpa.

I rarely see my grandpa get angry. Today, I saw him get angry.

I don't know the origin of those dozen will-o'-the-wisps, but I can see that my grandpa is very excited, his beard is trembling, his lips are trembling, he looks at the dozen or so will-o'-the-wisps, stomps his feet and shouts: "Sinister!" Ah! Sin!"

Then he put the cigarette bag away from his waist, pointed at the soul of the dead child and asked, "You are responsible for the dozen or so idiots in Zhoujiatun in recent years, right?"

Hearing my grandfather's words, my heart 'thumped'.

Zhoujiatun is a village next door to our Sheshan Village, which belongs to Sheshan Town together with our Sheshan Village.

It has been about five or six years in a row, every year around August, by the way, it is this season, all babies born in Zhoujiatun will suffer from congenital dementia.

Zhoujiatun is smaller than our village, with only a few hundred households, but in the past five or six years, there have been about ten babies born in August, but without exception, all of them are congenital dementia.

Although medicine has developed in recent years, pregnancy tests can be done in advance, but they are all in big cities.

In our small place, no one will pay attention to those things. As long as the child is born without dystocia, they are generally too lazy to go to the hospital.

In the past two years, our village has been connected to the road, and things like giving birth are sent to the hospital. A few years ago, even I was born at home.

Like Zhoujiatun, their place is even further away. Several of my classmates in Zhoujiatun had to get up early to go to school, and they had to run to our village before they could get on the bus.

In such a remote mountain village, it is a big deal for every household to have a child, but the problem is discovered within two years after the birth.

Those children with congenital dementia were obviously much worse than other children. They spoke slurred, kept a smirk all the time, couldn't walk, and couldn't speak.

Speaking of this, you may ask, those who cannot walk are lame, and those who cannot speak are dumb. What does it have to do with dementia?
Then let me tell you, it is because of the congenital problems of the brain that lead to stupidity. The inability to speak or walk is due to a problem with the brain nerves. In my grandfather's opinion, using the professional terminology of our ghost doctor In other words, the soul is missing.

And the dozen or so will-o'-the-wisps in front of me were formed by the strands of souls of those dozen idiots.

Just imagine, whose family gave birth to a well-behaved child, but when he grew up, he found out that he was a dementia child, whose adult would not feel distressed?
These children are inherently one step behind others, even ten steps, a hundred steps, and the gap will become bigger and bigger in the future, so what can they do?
So every one of those parents feels a deep sense of self-blame.

My grandfather is a well-known Taoist priest and doctor in these ten miles and eight villages, but he can't cure this kind of disease at all.

The reason is that there is no such thing as trauma on these children. Modern science can't cure congenital things, let alone a doctor like my grandfather.

As for the bewitching, my grandfather shook his head helplessly, because there was no evil in these children at all. Now that I think about it, it should be those pregnant women who were entangled by the dead children when they were pregnant without knowing it.

When the child is found to be dementia two or three years after the child is born, the breath left by the little dead child will have dissipated long ago, so my grandfather can't find out why.

But my grandfather has studied this matter carefully, and he found that these dementia children have one thing in common, that is, these dementia children are all born from August to September of the lunar calendar.

He told this matter to Zhou Huairen, the village head of Zhoujiatun.

As a result, dozens of households in Zhoujiatun abided by this rule and resolutely refused to allow children to be born between August and September.

My grandfather has also paid attention to Zhoujiatun in the past two years, but he still can't find out why.

What he never expected was that the culprit who caused the dozen or so demented children in Zhoujiatun was actually this little dead child.

But everything happens for a reason, why is this little dead child looking for troubles for those unborn babies?

(End of this chapter)