"The villagers who had seen the tumor began to pay attention, and I don't know when it began to spread in the village that the woman's family was carrying some kind of deadly plague that would kill everyone in the village. According to the generation, the people of the village at that time were panicked. In the end, the village chief, and your grandfather, ordered Shen Hongyi and her daughter to be buried alive in a mass grave. ”

On the day he was buried alive, Shen Hongyi begged everyone to let his daughter go. But every villager cherished their own lives, and none of them dared to bet that the woman's daughter was not contaminated with the source of the plague. Seeing that everyone ruthlessly wanted to put their family to death, Shen Hongyi looked at the people around her with hatred and cursed, saying that she would definitely come back and take revenge on all the people of the Ye family. Let the night family not die well! ”

"Finished?" I scratched my head and asked.

"It's over." Dad sat on the edge of the bed.

"And then?" I continued to ask.

"No later. Perhaps it was a guilty conscience, but the older generation of the villagers had always been afraid of this curse. Therefore, a mourning hall was set up for Shen Hongyi to be supported. It's just that one day, it seems to be her first seventh, the photo of the mourning hall suddenly disappeared. The villagers thought that Shen Hongyi's curse would come, but time slowly passed, and nothing happened. In the end, the matter was over. I didn't expect the photo to be found by you today. Dad said depressedly.

I squinted at my dad, "Dad, to tell you the truth, did you just make up a story to lie to me?" I have watched a lot of such cliché folk ghost stories in movies and television. ”

"Why am I lying to you?" Dad said angrily, "Don't you know, in the feudal era, this kind of thing appeared endlessly. This kind of foolish tragedy is playing out in many villages. Shen Hongyi is just one of the victims of the tragedy of superstition. ”

After speaking, he glared at me, "You son with no conscience, I am afraid that you will be scared because of my kindness." It seems that I was worried in vain. Forget it, with your kid's guts, it's absolutely fine to sleep alone. ”

After saying that, the unscrupulous father left his poor son heartlessly and walked out.

My head kept analyzing the story about Shen Hongyi told by my father, and unconsciously, somehow remembered the neck of the suspected female ghost in the mass grave.

She had two bright red moles on her neck. According to his father's story, Shen Hongyi also has two on his neck. Moreover, when those two so-called moles grow, they will form huge tumors and eventually kill people.

The two red unknown fruits that the female ghost gave me seemed to be only the size of my little finger. I didn't think it before, but now that I think about it carefully, the skin of the fruit is full of granules, as if it was the prototype of a tumor. And the taste of the juice is masked by the sweet and sour taste, but how can ordinary sweet and sour breed a thousand flavors that are endlessly evocative. It seems that there should be a hint of unnoticed blood in it. Especially its texture, which is soft and chewy. But when you put it in front of your eyes, it feels more like chewing fat.

Could it be that the bright red fruit I have eaten several times is simply a lipoma of a female ghost's body?

As soon as this thought grew, it spread like wildfire to all minds. Suddenly, a feeling of extreme nausea welled up in my heart, my stomach twitched constantly, and I rolled over and vomited.

First dinner, then lunch. I spit on the filth. When I couldn't vomit anything more, I simply retched, spitting out a puddle of yellow water from time to time. The pungent smell filled the room, making it even more disgusting.

My second uncle and father heard the sound of me vomiting and immediately pushed the door open and ran in.

"Xiaoye, what's wrong with you!" They cried anxiously.

The sound reached my ears and became so small that I didn't even bother to look at them. Although my stomach was empty, for some reason, I always felt that there were still a lot of things in my stomach that I hadn't vomited.

Dad sat down on the edge of the bed and patted me on the back. I felt nauseous, and something soft was rushing through my stomach. It seemed to travel down the large intestine into the small intestine, into the stomach, and then through the throat and I spit it out.

I saw a black mass of something vomit out of my mouth and fall to the ground. I didn't see what it was, but I heard the second uncle and father gasp.

My blurry eyes and ears, which seemed to be hearing impaired, finally returned to normal, and I lowered my head to take a good look at what I had spit out, but I didn't expect to be stupid for a moment.

It turned out to be a lump, disgusting yellow, at least 4 centimeters in diameter. The surface is pitted, wet and soft and slumping on the ground. I can even tell that this is a common lipoma. How can this lipoma come out of my mouth?

Before I could scream in fear, my stomach grunted incessantly, and a chill swept through my body with nausea. I leaned over and threw up again. This time, he actually vomited out three lipomas.

But the cold feeling of stomach discomfort did not diminish much in the slightest.

Dad was frightened and had no master, but the second uncle was quite calm, and he told Dad to take care of me. Immediately after that, he got up and called his grandfather and the elders of the three families.

Half an hour later, more than a dozen people who had just left for a short time converged in the second uncle's bedroom. Grandpa's face was very ugly, and he and all the elders looked at the tumor that I had spit out on the ground.

In the past half hour, I vomited several more. The whole dormitory was filled with a foul stench, the smell of rotting meat. The dark yellow tumor resembles the skin of a toad, with disgusting bumps, and the epidermis seems to be faintly bloodshot. Those sarcomas lay quietly in the place, but they brought a heavy and strange atmosphere.

"This, this is exactly the same as the sarcoma in Shen Hongyi's man's neck." One of the elders was so frightened that he stammered, "Patriarch, did the woman really crawl out of the dirt and make trouble?" ”

Grandpa squatted down, picked up a sarcoma on the ground and pinched it, but it didn't make a sound for a long time. Dad was so anxious that he said, "Dad, if it goes on like this, Xiaoye will die." Look at the sarcoma on the ground, these things are obviously smaller than the amount of internal organs in the stomach. What are they, he's still throwing up. How could there be so many sarcomas in Xiao Ye's belly! It's so counterintuitive! ”

The dozen or so elders around me were shaking all over, and the situation in front of me was indeed too strange to explain. Although there was silence all around, they were all waiting for Grandpa to make a decision. But everyone felt a deep fear.

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