Don't Turn Round At Night

I held the peach wood sword and the amulet in a posture, preparing to use the sword technique I had learned during this time to deal with zombies.

I don't know what happened to me when I used this set of sword technique. Whenever he tried to dodge it, it would seem to be a slow motion.

All of a sudden, I heard Stabbing Head's body violently spasming. Just when I thought that he was going to become even stronger, I suddenly heard his clear voice calling out to Zhong Xin.

I felt my heart beat faster. Was this a thorn?

He seemed to be in pain. I saw the shape of his mouth and he said, "Kill me."

I was stunned for a moment and the sword in my hand was immediately taken away by Fatty. I saw him charge forward and stab his sword into the heart of that prick. At that instant, I saw that prick and smiled.

I looked at my hand and was a little disappointed. The fat guy patted me. "You're helping him."

Only then did I come back to my senses and hurriedly went to find the kind heart. In the end, I found her in the room upstairs.

When Kindness woke up, she was still a little confused about what had happened to us, and I smiled and said it was true.

Then I left with the kind heart and the fat man, bowing to where the thorn had been.

When we got to the front door, I was relieved to see that my mother had been waiting for us at the door. She was so anxious that she had saved us.

When Mother saw us, her frown relaxed.

"Xin Er, you're finally back. How was it? Is her kindness okay? " My mother, very anxious, ran up to us and took my hand.

I told my mother that nothing had happened, that the thorn had died, that he had left us forever, and that the fat man had suffered a slight injury. Mother immediately took Fatty to the guest room to clean up, while I went back to my room to rest with a kind heart.

I asked Kindness if she thought I had no future, but Kindness shook her head and smiled and told me that at first she could not accept my leaving without a word, but then she knew why I had left without a word, and she understood my suffering, and now she was glad to see me back.

After taking good care of herself for a while, my mother began to prepare to open the shop again, because after I left, the family was not in the mood to do business properly, and there were fewer customers. But since I had nothing better to do, my mother happily opened the door, and our family business began again.

In fact, this profession was quite arduous. Since he had to understand some things since he was young, he would definitely have childhood shadows.

Just as my mother opened the door of the shop to take out a small "doll," I could not help but recall my childhood "miserable" experience. That little doll is now used to "cleanse", if is superstitious person, they will think that thing is sacred and inviolable, but when I was young, I did a little thing that I can't forget, which led me to often do a few "nightmares" about those little dolls.

When I was a child, my mother liked to go out and do some work. Because my father had died early, my mother had to make money for me to study and endure a lot of hardships while bringing along such an immature child like me. One day, I dreamed of a Taoist priest who claimed to be a disciple of many generations. In my dream, he told me that he thought I would be very promising and that he hoped I would be able to go with him. But soon, I was woken up because my mother had told me to get up and set up the stall.

I unwittingly played the billiard ball and thought back to what the priest had said to me, and after a while one of the guests wanted to come to our house and buy a batch of dolls, saying that my family had been restless for the past few months and wanted me to give him more and give him a discount. I readily agreed, but just as he was about to leave, I was surprised to find that the person who had come to buy the little figurine was the Daoist I had dreamed of the day before, and I saw him, and he saw me.

He smiled at me, and I didn't dare to respond, because I didn't want to have anything to do with anyone else, so I hurried home and told my mother about it, and my mother's answer was unforgettable.

My mother said I was "bewitched," because the little dolls gave people the illusion that they were meant to be used for "disaster relief," but I sold them to someone else at a very low price. These little dolls had been in circulation since the Qing Dynasty, and were gradually becoming more widely used, and now I was going to be "punished" for taking them out and selling them in the rotten streets.

When I was young, I thought that my mother's words were just to scare me. She sold four piles of little figurines, so it wasn't expensive to buy them. I thought so, but my mother was so worried about me that she kept dragging me to the ancestral hall to worship, burning paper and offering offerings, that I was frightened.

Unfortunately, later on, I still had dreams about the Taoist, and later on he would tell me that if I didn't want to be punished, I had to go somewhere and meet him, otherwise I would never be able to live a happy life for the rest of my life.

The moment I saw my mother take out those little dolls, I immediately panicked. I looked at those little dolls as if they were smiling at me with a very weird smile. Then, I couldn't help but cry out.

"Zhong Xin, what's wrong?" the fat man asked me.

I shook my head and immediately acted as if nothing had happened. "It's nothing much. I was just scared by today's quantity because it's been a long time since I've sold anything." My explanation seemed ingenious, but thinking about it didn't work, so my mother read my mind.

My mother came over and winked at me, motioning me to follow her to her room.

I let the fat man and the kind-hearted stay there for a while because I was going to talk to my mother about something.

I went to my mother's room, and as soon as I entered she squeezed my hand.

"Xin'er, did you remember it again?"

As expected, only my mother knew me best.

"Mom, that Taoist, I never dreamed of him again, but I don't know why, but in my heart, I felt especially panicked, as if he was about to come out and find me. When I saw those little figurines, my heart started to thump loudly …"

My mother paced back and forth with an anxious expression on her face, but she didn't dream about that Taoist, so she didn't know what he looked like. She didn't know if he was a Taoist on Mao Mountain or not.

"Xin'er, do you still remember what that Taoist looks like?" Mother asked me.

I was at a loss, because when I was young, I couldn't remember what that person looked like anymore, and now that I was older, I couldn't even dream of him anymore, so I didn't know what he looked like. I only remembered what he said to me.

"Xin Er, if you can't remember, then go and see those little dolls. Because you have your own thoughts and dreams at night, maybe you will dream about that person again tonight. This time, you must hear clearly what he said to you, where you met him!"

I was very unwilling, because those little dolls were the shadows of my childhood. If I were to look at them now, wouldn't it scare me to death, but if I didn't, wouldn't I have to live a painful life if I couldn't see them in my dreams?

I ran to the store and looked at those little dolls. My heart seemed to have been pulled up by something and my expression was unnatural. While I was looking around, I also noticed that my mother was walking towards the ancestral hall …

I don't know what she's going to do at the ancestral hall, but my mother definitely won't harm me. She's always dreaming that I'll be able to rise above the masses, get married and have kids, have a good family, and have a good time in the future. Of course, as a son, I should be able to accomplish all of these things, but now that I think back to what happened in my childhood, who would dare to gamble on this? Who can guarantee that after I marry a kind heart, those things really won't come to my door?

Right, no one could guarantee it.

Mother, of course, did it for my own good.

In the evening, my mother cooked some of my favorite dishes and asked me what had happened in the northeast by washing me down.

Kindness and Fat sat next to me, and I think they wanted to know too so they looked at me expectantly.

In order to satisfy their curiosity, I told them some of the things I had experienced in the Northeast.

Mother was very surprised that I actually found the Swordsmith's descendant, Big Brother Zhu Jun!

"What's wrong? What's wrong with Brother Zhu Jun? " I asked my mother, because she seemed surprised to hear the word Swordsmith.

His mother looked puzzled and frightened.

Everyone was silent for a while. Finally, his mother spoke up, "I heard your father ask Master Zhong Kui about it earlier. Master Zhong Kui said that the Swordsmith was someone whose entire family had been annihilated. How could you possibly find them again?"

I thought it was weird, but I clearly saw Zhu Jun, right? Furthermore, he also helped me save Zhong Kui's life. Now that the Zombie blood in my body has been dissolved, all of this doesn't seem fake.

"Mom, Brother Zhu Jun did indeed help me. This is an undeniable fact."

My mother looked at me and said this with determination. She didn't refute me anymore, but her forehead was locked in a frown. I knew that she must have something on her mind that she was hiding from me, but I couldn't say it now.

After dinner, I took a comfortable bath and lay down on my bed to sleep, as if I had completely forgotten what I was going to dream about tonight.

Because at that time, I was thinking, well, there's no way I can dream about this just because I want to, but it's really the opposite of what I want to do. I especially don't want to dream about that dream again, wanting that dream to drift away like the past.

It was as if I had come to a world of pure white, in which, except for myself, all the other colors were white. I continued to walk in that world of pure white, because it was very enjoyable for me.

But as I walked, I saw a man walking towards me.

My subconscious defines him as "the Taoist from Mao Shan," because I entered this dream to see him.

But as I expected, he really was that Taoist.

He came up to me and called out to me. You really did come to find me! " His skin is very white, and his clothes look different from an ordinary person's. The feeling of being immortal makes me instantly feel a little ashamed of my own appearance …

"Are you that Taoist from Mao Mountain?" I asked him.

He smiled and nodded at me, "Zhong Xin, for you to come looking for me in such a hurry, don't tell me you've thought it through? However, your comprehension is really slow. "

"What do you mean? I'm in a hurry to find you? "How do you know I'm in a hurry to find you?" I looked at him quizzically.

"Your mother loves you too much. It's a pity that you've never thought of her properly. She runs the ancestral hall every day for you. I know you're Zhong Kui's descendant, so he'll more or less help you."

"What do you mean?"