After sending the crazy woman away, the sound of his father and Bro Flattop smashing steel pipes could be heard again.
I realized that I had been delayed here for too long, so I quickly carried the bucket and walked towards the sound.。
For some reason, even though I knew that it was Bro Flattop and my father smashing steel pipes, I still felt weird hearing this sound in the middle of the night.
After thinking about it, he finally remembered what had happened. It all started from a ghost story in our village. This story was told to me by my deskmate in primary school.
Our village is called Xu Ling, but Xu Ling is just an administrative village. There are several villages below. The village where his family lives is called the Ironsmith Village. Legend has it that there were many craftsmen in the village in the past.
My deskmate's house lives in the middle of the village. There is a pit in front of the door. Every summer, when the rainy season comes, the pit will become a pond. One summer night, he went to the pond to wash his feet at about ten o'clock in the evening and was about to go to bed. However, after washing his feet, he heard the sound of iron striking in the middle of the pond.
He turned around in shock and saw a strange scene in the middle of the pond. A stone millstone floated in the middle of the pond, and an oil lamp was placed in the middle of the stone millstone. Under the dim light, a person was bending over and forging on the grinding stone with his back facing him.
"Clang!"
The crisp sound traveled along the surface of the water and sounded especially real. My classmate immediately knew that she had seen a ghost and quickly ran home. Later, he asked around and heard a very fierce story.
It was said that on the eve of liberation, due to the turmoil of the times, morals had fallen in the countryside and bullies were rampant. At that time, there was a blacksmith in their village who was more honest, so he was always bullied.
As the saying goes, good people are bullied, and good horses are ridden. As the saying goes, times make heroes, but times make bears.
At that time, there was a bandit in their village. Relying on his power, not only did he rob all the valuable things in this blacksmith's house, but he also beat his son to death.
Although the blacksmith was honest, he finally exploded after such a thing happened. He was determined to take revenge, but he didn't have a suitable weapon in his hands, so he was in a difficult position. At this moment, he saw a broken plow at home, so he dismantled it and prepared to forge it into a long knife.
In the next few days, the sound of iron striking came from his house day and night. Soon, this sound reached the ears of the village tyrant.
The village bully felt guilty, so he brought a group of brothers to his courtyard to check on the situation. He saw that the blacksmith was forging something with red eyes.
The village bully didn't know what the blacksmith was going to do, so he was very worried and kept monitoring him from behind. At this time, the blacksmith had been blinded by hatred and did not notice.
After a while, the knife finally took shape. The village bully finally saw the blacksmith's intention. A fierce light flashed in his eyes and he was determined to strike first. He raised his knife and chopped off the blacksmith's head. Then, the village tyrant threw the blacksmith's body, his forging tool table, and the unfinished knife into the well in the courtyard.
As time passed, the yard of the blacksmith's house became the pit it was now. There were no traces of the past at all, and it was buried in the dust of history.
The blacksmith's vengeful spirit did not dissipate. Every time the rainy season came, his soul would float up from the well along with the rising rainwater. He continued to forge his knife for revenge.
Finally, his deskmate said,
"This blacksmith is crazy. When he finishes forging that knife, he will kill everyone in our village!”
At that time, his words scared me so much that I had the idea of escaping the village as soon as possible. Now that he thought about it, it was really childish.
Not to mention that this story was obviously fabricated, and even if it was true, because the blacksmith did not forge the knife properly when he died, no matter how hard he hammered it after he died, it would be in vain.
The revelation it brought me was to realize the importance of the Dharma! He wanted to forge the law into the sharpest knife in the world. Whether it was a neck made of meat, steel, or even gold, it could cut through everything.
However, without the law, justice could only be like myths and ghost stories. It would either float in the sky or hide underground, never coming to the human world.
At this moment, my broken finger started to hurt again. It might have been infected by the water.
"It might hurt for a few days."
I told myself.
At this moment, the pain in my fingers made my mind come back to reality from the story and I realized that something was wrong.
I remember that the place where we did our homework was not far from the river, about 200 meters away. But now, after walking for so long, they still hadn't arrived.
I panicked and thought,
"Could it be that the sky was too dark and I went in the wrong direction?”
Then, he cursed at that crazy woman. It's all her fault for messing with my brain.
I had to stop and calm down for a while. He thought that he shouldn't have gone in the wrong direction. Even if it was too dark and I couldn't see clearly, I followed the sound. There shouldn't be a problem with my ears, right?
The more I thought about it in the dark, the more confused I became. I came from the river, so I might as well go back to the river and set off again.
I looked around for the wildfire I had just lit, but I didn't know if it was in the ditch or out, but I couldn't see it.
This time, my direction was all messed up, and my forehead was covered in sweat.
"Don't tell me he encountered a ghost wall.”
Just as she thought about it, her finger started to hurt again.
It was then that I realized that pain had its benefits. Although it made me very anxious, it also shared my attention and prevented me from falling into extreme fear.
I stood there for a while, and then the sound of the steel pipe breaking rang out again.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
The sound was very strange, as if a ghost was drawing me forward. I had no choice but to continue walking towards the sound. This time, we walked for about five minutes before we finally arrived at the place where we did our homework.
Three steel pipes stood straight on the dark plain, but there was no trace of his father and the guy with the crew cut.
"Did they go back early? Are you still joking with me?"
However, he immediately realized that it was unlikely. Who would joke like this in the middle of the night? At this moment, I thought of the sound of the iron striking just now.
"Could it be that they encountered some danger?”
I immediately became alert. First, he lowered his voice and shouted to the surroundings. He immediately felt that he was very unwise. If he shouted in the middle of the night, it was very likely that he would call over lonely ghosts.
I quickly shut my mouth and searched the area. However, I didn't have a flashlight, so I had to take out a lighter to light up the place.
The lighter was an ordinary plastic flint lighter. The flame was erratic and had to be extinguished every once in a while to cool down. I thought they might have fallen somewhere after being bitten by the snake.
The wheat field under the lighter was in a daze, and the dazzling light made people's eyes particularly tired.
At this moment, she suddenly tripped over something and fell down. The lighter went out. However, his body only stopped halfway and he fell on a mound.
I was shocked.
"Oh no! Did I climb onto someone's grave?”
I recalled my travels here during the day, but I didn't remember there being a grave on this land!
He quickly straightened up and took a closer look.
The light from the lighter made my vision very narrow. Now that I didn't use a lighter, although the light wasn't as bright, it was very wide. In the contrast of light and dark, there was indeed a large mound in the wheat field under their feet. Moreover, the surrounding of the mound was filled with fog, giving off a ghastly aura. It was really similar to a grave.
I touched it with my hand and found that there were wheat seedlings growing on the soil, and the height was the same as the wheat field. From this, I concluded that this was not a grave. Because although the people here are poor, no one sows wheat on the grave.
"But if it's not a grave mound, what could it be?”
There are so many strange things happening tonight that I'm starting to doubt the world and my life.
"Could it be that I died after being bitten by the snake and am now in another world, and I still don't know?”
I couldn't help but give myself a slap. It was quite painful, so I ruled out this possibility.
I lit up the lighter again and used the light to observe the mound up close. At this moment, he realized that there were cracks on the top of the mound, and he could smell the smell of phosphorous medicine.
Only then did I conclude that this mound was formed just now and had something to do with the water we injected.
"We injected too much water into the soil, causing indigestion. He had gathered this mound of dirt and scared his father and Bro Flattop away?”
I've just come to this conclusion and am preparing to leave this place.
But at this moment, the sound of a steel pipe being smashed came from the mound again, scaring me so much that my body slid down the mound. At this moment, I vaguely realized what had happened.
Bro Flattop and my father are buried here, and they're knocking on the steel pipe for help.
I didn't want to think about anything else. I quickly reached my hand into the crack at the top of the mound and dug up the mound.
As I dug, the smell of calcium phosphorous became stronger and stronger. My head became more and more dizzy, and my limbs became weaker and weaker. I almost fainted.
The three steel pipes standing not far away seemed to shake.
I immediately realized that there seemed to be something hidden in the steel pipe. Soon, something at the end of the steel pipe moved again, looking especially wretched.
I immediately thought of the snake that bit me during the day.
"Are they going to climb out of the steel pipe?”
I felt an inexplicable anger rising in my heart. I was certain that we had been schemed against. Then, a chill hit his heart. He thought to himself, I'm going to die anyway. Although I can't save Bro Flattop and Father, I still want to drag them down with me before I die.
I stood up with the little bit of strength I had and ran to the steel pipe. I slashed at the snake's head that was exposed from the steel pipe.
The blade hit the end of the steel pipe and produced a yellow light. It then slid towards the snake's head. Then, a cold liquid splashed on my face. I had cut off the snake's head.
I used up all my strength in this slash. As the snake was killed, my body fell to the ground with the steel pipe.
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