ghost craftsman

Chapter 2
At first, my father felt that One Finger's idea was too cruel, so he didn't dare to do it.But in that era, the idea of ​​passing on the family line was deeply rooted. Just like a sentence said, there are three ways to be unfilial and have no descendants. My father nodded in agreement in order to continue the incense.

However, my father had a doubt, because my mother only gave birth to nine children at that time, but ten children were killed by my ancestors, nine corpses were burned, and nine were driven away, leaving one What to do.

The fingersmith told my father that there is no need for my father to worry about this matter, and he naturally has a way to solve it. Instead, he reminded my father that burning the corpse was too cruel and hurt Tianhe. After the child is born, our family may have retribution.

At that time, my father didn't care too much about carrying on the family line, so he told Yizhijiang that as long as he could carry on the lineage, he could bear any retribution.

Hearing what my father said, the fingersmith took off the paper cap on his head without saying a word, and led my father back to the main room.

After arriving at the main room, One Finger Carpenter said he was going to wash it. After about ten minutes, One Finger Carpenter was wearing a brand new black shroud. He walked to my father and said to my father, just follow his The method is done. On March 3 next year, my mother will give birth to a little boy. The little boy has to recognize him as a master. If there is any violation of the paper, he will take the little boy down.

When my father heard this, the request was not too much, but he was very puzzled. Why did this fingermaker change into a shroud while he was alive and well, and said such unlucky words as burning yellow paper? What's even more strange is that if he really died Well, what's the point of accepting an apprentice?

Although I was puzzled in my heart, my father didn't ask.However, Yizhijiang's next sentence made my father completely confused.

A finger craftsman told my father that he had 1 yuan in the rice jar at his house. After he died, he asked my father to use the 1 yuan to buy him a better coffin. As a red envelope for his unborn apprentice.

After saying this, Yizhijiang went to the side room and asked my father to go to him in half an hour.

After listening to his words, my father felt that all this was reasonable.The reason my father thinks this way is very simple. He once heard someone mention the life experience of a finger craftsman, saying that this finger craftsman lived in exile for the first half of his life, and returned to the vicinity of the village for the second half of his life. A one-and-a-half-year-old girl, now that she's getting old, it's quite normal to tell her what happened after her death.

After waiting in the main room for about half an hour, I heard a bang from the side room. My father was in a hurry and walked towards the side room. Before entering the door, he saw a person hanging from the main beam of the room. Carpenter.

What's weird is that Yizhijiang still has two pieces of yellow paper hanging on his body, on which the birth dates of my father and mother are written vertically.

My father was so frightened that he didn't even dare to breathe out. He only felt a cold air pass from the soles of his feet through the internal organs and directly to his forehead.Even now, my father still can't figure out why One Finger Carpenter hanged himself, or even why One Finger Carpenter helped our family like this.

In the next three days, my father bought a coffin for his old man with 1 yuan put in a rice vat by a finger maker, and invited Taoist priests to perform a ceremony. One Finger Craftsman bustlingly sent him up the mountain.

After Yizhijiang’s funeral, there were more than 1 remaining of the 6000 yuan. My father didn’t dare to mess with the money, so he wrapped it in red paper and put it under my mother’s pillow, while he began to prepare for it. Regarding the burning of the nine sons, for fear that my mother would not approve and my father did not dare to say anything, he secretly called my second uncle, took advantage of the night to touch the Niujiao Mountain in our village, and panicked the bodies of my nine brothers. It was dug out.

At that time, the bodies of my nine older brothers had been buried underground for a long time. The longest one had been buried for more than ten years, and the shortest one had been buried for nearly two years.

However, when I dug it out, my nine older brothers’ faces were as pale as paper, their eyes were round and big, and there was no sign of rot in their bodies, and there were faint symptoms of fat, just like yesterday and the past few days. It seems to be buried.

This frightened my father and my second uncle, and almost knelt down, but my father was better, after all, these nine children are all his own sons.But my second uncle was different. He was timid by nature. When he saw the nine corpses put on weight, he knelt down in front of the corpses, trembling all over.

To say that my second uncle is still kind-hearted, looking at those corpses, he felt hairy in his heart, and asked my father tremblingly, "Brother...Brother, are you sure you want to burn them?"

At that time, my father was also blindfolded by the idea of ​​passing on the family line, so he said to my second uncle: "When Geng was born, Yizhi Jiang said that our ancestors committed evil. Now, the third child is full of children and grandchildren. Only my eldest room has no incense, and your situation is not much better. After giving birth to three or four daughters, there is no one with a water gun. Maybe after burning these corpses, your family can also give birth to a water gun. Come down. However, I want to say the ugly words first, after burning these corpses, you may suffer retribution, you can decide for yourself."

When my second uncle heard it, he couldn't decide to pay attention, so he went home and discussed with his second aunt for a while. I don't know what the couple discussed, but I knew that within half an hour, my second uncle hurried back and helped me. My father arranged the corpses of my nine brothers in a row, and burned a lot of yellow paper, candles, and ingots beside the corpses.

After burning these things, my father first found a hemp rope smeared with black dog blood and tied the corpses of the nine brothers into rice dumplings, and then found a piece of black willow cut down in September, and tied the black willow One end was flattened, and then a spiral-headed blade was attached to pass through the abdomen of the first corpse.

According to my father's recollection, when the corpses were interspersed, the weather, which was originally bright and majestic under the moonlight, suddenly became cloudy, followed by heavy rain, until the nine corpses were connected in series with black willow, and the heavy rain stopped. stop.

After finishing the corpse, at first glance, it looked like a meat skewer. I don't know if it was a coincidence or what happened. The eyes of my nine brothers stared straight at my father, which made my father's heart throb, There was a sense of intolerance.

However, things have become like this, and it is definitely unrealistic to just give up like this.

Speaking of people, under certain circumstances, no matter how cruel things are, they can do it. My father was like this at that time. After he and my second uncle rested for a while, my second uncle lit the fire. My father put nine The elder brother's body was placed on the stove and began to roast.

After roasting for three full days and three nights, at the end of the day, only a black mass remained.

After burning the body, my father took off the ashes stuck to the black willow, wrapped them in a piece of red silk, and buried them under the stone slabs in our hut, as Master One Finger had said.

After this incident, my father fell into deep self-blame for a long time. It was not until March 3 of the following year, when my mother gave birth to me, that my father got better.

On the day I was born, my second aunt was in charge of delivering the baby. When she saw me for the first time, she screamed in a voice that could scare people to death, "My mother, why is this baby's index finger so black."

What she said was true. When I was just born, my right index finger was as black as charcoal, and even my nails were black, as if I had been roasted by a fire.It was not until I was six years old that the skin on my index finger gradually became normal.However, I don’t know what happened to the nail of my right index finger. It has always been black, like charcoal after a fire. According to my father, the nail of my right index finger must be related to the suicide of a fingersmith.

However, this is not too strange, and even weirder things are yet to come. On the night of my birth, my father was so heartbroken. Although he gave birth to a baby with finger problems, it was still his blood. So I went to the kitchen to order noodles, planning to invite my second aunt to dinner.

During the next article, I don’t know what happened. My father’s right index finger stabbed for a while for no reason. The pain, in my father’s words, was like someone piercing his nails with an embroidery needle. My father was in pain. The kitchen spins in circles.

After feeling the pain for about two or three minutes, a gloomy voice came from outside the room. The voice said that I was hungry and asked my father to get food quickly. My father resisted the pain from the index finger and opened the pot. Look, the noodles were cooking with a sizzling sound, and I was about to cut some chopped green onion. Who knew that the chopped green onion didn't get cut, but my index finger was cut off.

At the same time, an unbelievable scene also took place at my second uncle's house.

(End of this chapter)