Live broadcast in the funeral clothing store

It may be because I have encountered too many bizarre things recently, coupled with the long-term live broadcast, which has exhausted me physically and mentally.

The moment she opened her eyes, a drop of sweat got into them. She staggered and fell directly towards the boy.

The boy dodged nimbly and Ye Lei fell heavily to the ground, with even his glasses falling off.

"Be careful, brother! Haha!" Seeing Ye Lei's embarrassed look, the boy laughed out loud!

At the end of that laughter, there is always an indescribable faint tearing sound!

Ye Lei, without glasses, has more than 200 degrees of myopia, and his vision is somewhat blurred at night.

The outline of the boy can be vaguely seen.

The boy was estimated to be about six or seven years old, thin. He was wearing a dirty light blue jersey vest with the number 8 faintly visible. He was wearing dirty white shorts and a pair of black and green sneakers that were very clean.

Looking up from the feet, the nails of the pale hands were slightly yellow.

Looking up again, from the neck to the face, it was exactly the same as the hands, scary white.

The red circle on the face is iconic and clear, just like the paper figurines in a funeral shop.

The boy smiled, frowned, and there was no white around his black eyes. The weirdest thing was that the boy actually...

There are no eyebrows!

He stretched out his hand and motioned to pull Ye Lei up.

At this moment, Ye Lei was certain that this child was definitely not a human. The fear rising in his heart made his outstretched right hand tremble violently.

The moment I held the boy's left hand, a chill seeped into my heart and I smiled bitterly inwardly: "Damn it, I told you you're not a human being!"

"Brother, can I come to your house and sit for a while?" The boy squeezed out every word without any expression.

“Emmmmm, um... um... brother, I’m a little tired today and want to rest... early!” Ye Lei wanted to refuse politely.

"Brother, I'll wait for you outside. When you're not tired, please invite me in to sit for a while!" The boy was trying to pester Ye Lei.

"Okay, sit down!" The dirty boy probably had nowhere to go, so forget it...

The boy waited politely for Ye Lei to open the door.

The shabby wooden door forms a huge contrast with the neighbor's exquisite smart anti-theft door. The mottled old marks are intertwined, creating an indescribable mystery.

The wooden door slowly opened, making a sharp creaking sound, saying "It's very old!".

Looking through the door, the red light that is always on in the house creates a dim and depressing atmosphere.

The boy took a step back unconsciously, his face suddenly changing with fear at the sight before him.

Instead, Ye Lei walked in slowly and leisurely, as if he had already gotten used to it. He was like a completely different person from the panicked state he had just had.

What frightened the boy so much that he dared not go beyond the line?

Yes. . .

It was a red coffin facing the main door, with the faded word "甸" on the top of the coffin neatly placed and standing out.

The surface of the coffin was covered with unknown talismans, not the common light yellow talisman paper, but blood red.

"Come in!" At this time, Ye Lei actually showed a strange smile in the corner of his eyes.

The boy hesitated for a moment and stepped in.

The maroon coffin suddenly shook violently, as if some ferocious beast inside was trying to break free.

The frightened boy cried out: "Brother, I want to go home!"

Ye Lei picked up an apple and said while eating it: "Weren't you quite arrogant just now? You almost scared me to death!"

He handed the boy a candle and said, "Eat it!"

The boy seemed to have been hungry for a long time. He wolfed down the candle.

"Thank you, brother!" The boy's smile after filling his stomach could not be faked.

The boy nervously avoided the maroon coffin and sat next to Ye Lei, rubbing his fingers, at a loss.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?" Ye Lei knew that the boy must have something to ask for.

The boy has been following Ye Lei for many days. The reason he chose to show up today is because his mother's birthday is approaching.

"Brother! Can you give this birthday card to my mother for me?" The boy took out a wrinkled card from his dirty pocket.

The scattered bloodstains on the greeting card dyed "Happy Birthday" red.

"Why don't you give it to your mother yourself?" Ye Lei asked.

"There's a trick. I can't get close to it!" the boy explained.

A closer look at the boy's body revealed many small wounds on his pale skin, which were caused by this technique.

I'm afraid I've tried countless times to show my filial piety...

"Okay, I'll deliver it for you!" Seeing that the boy was so sensible, Ye Lei agreed immediately.

"thanks, thanks!"

The boy danced with joy, told Ye Lei where he lived, and then left.

Does that coffin look like the same red coffin I used when I was a child?

There's still some commotion inside the coffin, don't disturb the neighbors!

Ye Lei was not afraid of the pain and actually pierced the index finger of his left hand (the good hand) with a needle.

A drop of blood was squeezed out and dripped onto the coffin, then spread along one of the blood talismans into the coffin.

Suddenly, there was no movement from the coffin.

Ye Lei held onto the head of the wood, took off his sleeves, looked at his light green right hand, frowned thoughtfully, and said to himself: "The green energy has passed my forearm, how long can I live?"

On the coffee table, there are a few Chinese medicine pills the size of glass balls. They were prepared by Uncle Liu according to the special method mentioned by Second Aunt, and are used to relieve the side effects caused by his right hand.

But recently I have increased the dosage, but the effect is not as good as before, and I have developed resistance.

Just as he was thinking about it, his right hand started to malfunction.

Changes visible to the naked eye include a few small insects crawling inside the forearm and the blood vessels dilated and clearly visible.

The pain was so piercing that Ye Lei had to increase the dosage of the pills again before it was relieved.

The pain made cold sweats break out, but he gritted his teeth and stood firm.

"It broke out after just 15 days!" The frequency of the attacks kept decreasing, and Ye Lei couldn't help but become worried.

I don't know how many times I have experienced this pain that feels like eating flesh, and each time it's so painful that I want to die.

"In the year of Jiayin in autumn, you will be doomed to failure! You could have had a prosperous life with the protection of the family gods! But your grandfather sucked away the yang energy and cut off the gods' protection. I'm afraid you will be sick for the rest of your life! You are destined to be mediocre all your life!" said Chen Banxian, who is in his seventies, stroking his white beard.

Ye Lei still remembers the divination that Chen Banxian had given him n years ago.

The ominous signs of the hexagram, coupled with the weakness of the zodiac sign, make it difficult to live to over 30 years old.

Because some of his yang energy was taken away, his fate has changed and he has brought disaster to his parents.

Ye Lei, who was only twelve or thirteen years old, was settled in this building by the villagers.

In the past twenty years, apart from the holidays, my father would call to say hello, nothing else.

He had some resentment towards his father and truly hated the old customs in the village from the bottom of his heart.

But those childhood scenes and the illness of my right hand.

Or maybe it was really these old habits that saved his life.

Contradiction, and I often worry about it.

Ye Lei was already exhausted, and with the attack on his right hand, he fell asleep on the bed.