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

"If you give birth to a daughter, you'll be thrown into cold water; if you give birth to a son, you'll be thrown into hot water!"

"If you give birth to a daughter, you'll be thrown into cold water; if you give birth to a son, you'll be thrown into hot water!"

The sound echoed throughout the Chen family's home, and everyone ran outside to check.

Chen's relatives, friends and villagers who walked outside saw a nine-headed bird circling in the sky and the sound came from the bird's mouth.

Huang also heard it, her heart skipped a beat, and she also wanted to go out to see what was going on.

Who knew that his foot slipped and the little grandson in his arms slid into the boiling water in the big pot. The water was used to steam vegetables in the best steamer.

Because there was boiling water in the pot, the poor little grandson stopped breathing without even a scream.

Huang screamed "Ah!" and quickly reached out to pull her grandson out of the boiling water. Her hands were scalded and a layer of skin was peeled off.

"My dear grandson, wake up!"

Huang gently stroked her grandson's face. The poor child's facial skin fell off bit by bit, it was a horrible sight.

"Oh my God, my grandson! This is karma!"

Huang let out a heart-wrenching scream.

"If you give birth to a daughter, you'll be thrown into cold water; if you give birth to a son, you'll be thrown into hot water!"

The nine-headed birds outside were still singing the captivating songs in their silvery voices.

When Chen Zhonggui and Liu Yuzhen heard Huang's screams, they ignored the nine-headed bird outside and hurried into the kitchen to check.

Seeing this scene, the two men collapsed to the ground.

People outside also came over following the sound, and when they saw the miserable plight of the Chen family, they all sighed.

"Oh my, what sin did the Chen family commit? How could such a thing happen?"

"Oh my god, a happy event turned into a funeral, how tragic!"

"Could it be that the Chen family is really cursed?"

"Could it be that the wronged ghost is seeking revenge?"

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People were talking about it, some were sympathetic, some were skeptical, and some were sighing, but no matter what, after what happened to the Chen family, most people left.

The relatives, enthusiastic friends and villagers who stayed behind helped to clean up the house.

"Please accept my condolences. Your child is gone, but your family still has to live. Alas!"

The last person to leave gave some advice, shook his head and sighed.

"Mother, what a sin you have committed! This is retribution!"

Chen Zhonggui burst into tears as he looked at the child who had stopped breathing and was in a horrible state.

Liu Yuzhen sat on the ground motionless. She didn't dare to respond. How did all this happen?

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault! I shouldn't have killed those children. This is karma! This is karma!"

Huang was crying and muttering to herself.

"Mom, what did you say?"

Liu Yuzhen was suddenly awakened when she heard this and asked sternly.

"Yuzhen, we are so sorry for you! The nine daughters you gave birth to before were all drowned in the river by your mother. Woo, woo, woo!"

The middle-aged man finally couldn't hold back the pain in his heart, and he spoke out what he had been holding in his heart, crying and holding his head.

"Pa!" Liu Yuzhen slapped Huang on the face.

"You cruel, vicious woman, they are all your granddaughters, how could you be so cruel to them!"

Liu Yuzhen was so angry that her internal organs seemed to explode. Over a period of more than ten years, nine daughters had died in such tragic ways, but she was completely unaware of it.

Over the years, her nine daughters have died mysteriously, and she has slowly come to believe that she is a disaster.

She condemned them countless times, prayed countless times, and felt that she had harmed them and that she had let the Chen family down.

But the truth is so cruel. The one who caused all this was the vicious woman in front of him.

She was heartbroken and drowsy, moving her heavy feet slowly to the nine small graves where her nine daughters were buried.

"Children, it's mom's fault. I'm sorry for you!"

She knelt beside the grave, crying heart-wrenchingly, her tears flowing like a waterfall, her cries resounding through the sky like thunder, and her grief felt like a thousand arrows piercing her heart.

The nine-headed bird came to her side at some point and kept chirping beside her.

Liu Yuzhen opened her hazy eyes and saw the nine-headed bird in front of her looking at her with tears in its eyes.

"Kids, is that you?"

Liu Yuzhen choked up.

There were bursts of chirping birds again.

"Children, it's all my fault. Can you forgive me?"

There was still a chirping of birds.

Suddenly, there was a howling wind, lightning and thunder, the thunder was deafening, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and heavy rain fell like silver threads, shrouding the whole world in confusion.

Raindrops as big as beans fell on Liu Yuzhen's face and body. The rain and tears mixed together. She could not feel any coldness. She was immersed in pain and unable to extricate herself.

From that day on, Huang went crazy, holding her grandson's body and muttering all day long,

"I am sorry for you. This is retribution."

Sometimes screaming

"No, no, please don't take my grandson away. Please, don't take my grandson away."

No one could take her grandson's body away from her hands. So, the body of her grandson rotted and stunk in her arms until it turned into a pile of bones, and she did not let go.

Liu Zhonggui fed her some food every day. After a few months, one day, people found her sitting beside the nine small graves, hugging the pile of bones, without any breath.

Liu Zhonggui buried them together next to the nine small graves.

After telling this, all nine little people burst into tears. I also cried while retelling the tragic story of these nine little people to my grandmother.

From then on, the story of the nine-headed bird was passed down among the people, but there are different versions.

"So what happened to your parents later?"

I asked while wiping my tears.

"Later, my mother became unconscious and my father continued to take care of her. After a few years, my mother passed away. She may have gone to the underworld.

We never met her, and my father died a few years later, and the villagers helped bury him with my mother. "

Daya wiped her tears and continued.

"Grandma, why do these children stay in the mortal world and have no way to report to the underworld and be reincarnated?"

This suddenly occurred to me, so I asked my grandma.

"Because they have no names, no one is paying tribute to them, and because they have too much resentment, we can't go."

Grandma also wiped her tears and choked up as she spoke.

"What should we do now?" I asked hurriedly.

"How about this, we give them names and burn some paper money for them, that should be enough." said grandma.

"Did you hear what grandma said?" I asked the nine little men.

"I heard it!" several people answered in unison.

"Do you still have any resentment towards your grandmother?" I asked again.

"Forget it. We have been floating for hundreds of years. No matter how much resentment we have, it has been erased by time. Besides, this may be our fate. She has also received the punishment she deserves!"

Daya lowered her eyes, her expression calm.