Dreaming of 1988, I have the ability to see ghosts and ghosts

"Auntie Huang, that old man drank pesticides, hurry up and take him to the hospital."

I realized this and shouted.

"Okay, okay, rush to the hospital."

Aunt Huang was in a panic. Just as she went out, she met Huang Yuzhen's family members who had also arrived. They worked together to lift the old man onto the tricycle.

"No, no need to save me, let me die, let me die."

He waved his hands slightly and spoke in a weak voice.

"Uncle Zhao, this is not your fault. Why can't you get over it?" Aunt Huang said with tears in her eyes.

In the end, Huang Yuzhen's brother carried the old man on his back and got on the tricycle.

Huang Yuzhen and her husband, who were sitting on the ground, looked at everything happening in front of them with empty eyes, without any reaction.

Huang Yuzhen's mother went forward and hugged her daughter, crying until she fainted. There was nothing else she could do, so Huang Yuzhen's father had to take her back home.

Aunt Huang, I, my grandmother, and Huang Yuzhen's sister-in-law quickly helped the couple to sit on the chairs.

A few more neighbors came in and helped lift the old woman up from the ground. They found a mat and placed her in the middle of the main room.

"He's no longer alive. Prepare for his funeral!" One of them shook his head and sighed.

The couple was still in shock. The neighbor told me what happened in Huang Yuzhen's home yesterday and this morning.

Huang Yuzhen's husband is Zhao Hui. Because Huang Yuzhen was feeling a little unwell, he took Huang Yuzhen to the hospital early yesterday morning and left the two children to be taken care of by his parents.

After lunch, Mr. Zhao saw that his two children were asleep. It was a hot day and there was nothing to do. When a neighbor came to invite him to play mahjong, he went and asked his wife to take good care of the two children at home.

My husband was first watching over his two grandchildren in the room. Seeing that the two children were fast asleep, he felt a little bored, so he closed the door and went to the neighbor's house to watch my husband play mahjong.

"Old woman, go back and see your grandson!"

Old man Zhao was playing mahjong while calling his wife to go home.

"It's okay. I've closed the door. They both sleep until about 4pm every afternoon."

His wife was addicted to watching mahjong and didn't want to go back. Old Man Zhao thought about it and felt that she was right, so he didn't urge her anymore.

They played mahjong until around four in the afternoon and then went home together.

As they walked into the house, a smell of blood hit their noses. The old couple looked and saw that the doors of their two grandsons' rooms were wide open.

He cried out "Oh no!" and when he entered the room he saw his family's wolf-dog, dragging an iron chain, standing beside his grandson's cradle with a piece of meat in its mouth.

The scene before me was chilling. There was blood all over the ground and a small head, with a hideous and unrecognizable face, lying quietly in the cradle.

"Ah!" the two old men screamed.

Old man Zhao pulled the wolfhound's chain and dragged it into the backyard. His wife was so frightened that she collapsed on the ground, unable to cry anymore. Her pupils were dilated and she lost her mind.

After hearing the screams, the neighbors who rushed over were also frightened by the scene before them and broke out in cold sweats.

Old Man Zhao pulled the wolfhound to the backyard, and with a series of screams, the man-eating wolfhound was beaten to death by the old man.

The neighbors supported Old Man Zhao, and no one dared to speak. They just watched over the two elderly people silently. One neighbor quickly rode his bicycle to the town clinic and called Zhao Hui and his wife back.

After returning, Zhao Hui slapped the two old people as soon as he entered the door with red eyes. On the way, the neighbors had told them the truth, but things had already happened and they could only express their condolences.

The two old people didn't move at all, and allowed their daughter-in-law Huang Yuzhen to beat and scold them.

Huang Yuzhen cried heart-wrenchingly until she had no more strength left and then she collapsed to the ground.

The kind-hearted neighbors went around delivering the letters. When Aunt Huang found out, she thought something was fishy and asked grandma to come over with her.

Grandma came over and took a look. She found that the evil spirit was very strong, so she set up a ghost-exorcising formation at home and was busy until midnight before she went home.

Huang Yuzhen's brother and sister-in-law came over that day for fear that the old lady could not bear it.

Because the twins died tragically, the grandmother ordered a small coffin to be made, and put the remaining child's head and some clothes in it. She then found a place to bury the child that same day.

The kind neighbors also helped clean the house inside and out and buried the dead wolfdog.

Everyone advised the Zhao family that it was okay to lose the child, as they were still young and could have another one in the future. After the Zhao family was settled, everyone left.

Unexpectedly, this afternoon, Old Man Zhao locked his dazed wife in the room and beat her severely. No matter how everyone called her, she refused to open the door.

Hearing the old woman's screams in the room, everyone took axes to break down the door, but the old woman had been beaten beyond recognition.

“Damn old woman, I asked you to watch mahjong, and I asked you to watch mahjong.”

Old man Zhao beat him with a shovel and cursed at the same time.

Everyone snatched the shovel from his hand. Old man Zhao broke free from them, dragged the old woman and threw her into the middle of the main room.

Then he walked into the room with a blank look in his eyes and drank a full bottle of DDT. This was what we saw when we entered the room.

Everyone helped to clean up. Zhao Hui came to his senses at this time. He walked to the old woman, gave her a cold look, and spoke coldly to the neighbors.

"Thank you everyone. Please help me buy a coffin in town and send it to the crematorium soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, the hum of a tricycle was heard at the door.

Huang Yuzhen's brother and another neighbor jumped out of the car and carried the dead old man Zhao down.

"Well, now it's good. We need two coffins."

The neighbor who was about to help buy a coffin sighed, turned and left.

Old Man Zhao was carried in, and the old couple were placed side by side on a mat in the middle of the main room.

It was a hot day and I was shivering all over. I had never seen such a tragic scene. Everyone present was shuddering.

Aunt Huang helped Huang Yuzhen into the room. She remained silent and had a blank look in her eyes.

About an hour later, a tractor pulled two coffins and everyone helped to carry the two elders of the Zhao family into the coffin for burial.

Grandma helped to calculate and decided to cremate the body tomorrow.

Four of a family of six died within two days. It was so shocking that all the neighbors came to help with the funeral arrangements for Mr. Zhao and his wife.

Zhao Hui numbly followed everyone in dealing with the problems. Most of the time, he didn't know what to do. He just kept walking around the house, helping the visitors point out where to put the corresponding things.

I also found it incredible. It couldn't be that simple. I also discovered a problem. The door of a neighbor on the left was open when we first arrived, but then he closed the door and never opened it again.

I didn’t think about it carefully to see what the problem was. I just waited until night to see what happened.

Aunt Huang invited us to have dinner, which was cooked by the neighbors, but no one could eat it and everyone's eyes were red.

At night, the neighbors left one after another, leaving only Zhao Hui and his wife, Aunt Huang, my grandmother and I, Huang Yuzhen's brother and sister-in-law, and Huang Hui's sister and brother-in-law who had just returned home.

Except for Huang Yuzhen, everyone else was sitting in the main room. Zhao Hui still had a dazed look on his face, sitting in front of the mourning hall and burning paper.

At the door, two invited monks were chanting sutras in a tent. The sound was buzzing and no one knew what they were chanting.