It all started when my grandfather suddenly passed away from a cerebral hemorrhage. He didn't leave any words behind. No matter how much he liked me or hated my father, all the family assets went to my father. The only thing he left behind for me was a turtle shell used for fortune-telling.
At that time, Hong Kong hadn't returned to China yet, and I had just entered Grade One. The education environment in school made people like me feel very depressed. I wasn't the kind of obedient child who was mature at a young age. I felt that the future was very far away. I just wanted to get out of school as soon as possible and live a free life.
I always felt that I was short of money. When I played with this turtle shell, I found that it seemed to be quite old, so I asked my father about the origin of this turtle shell. However, from my dad's tone, it doesn't seem like this thing is anything special. It's said that he had this thing when he was young. Maybe it was used by my great-grandfather for fortune-telling. There should have been six copper coins left, but he donated it to him when he was refining steel. So this thing was something he had long abandoned. The only good news was that this thing should be an old item and might be worth some money.
Every Sunday, I would quietly bring this turtle shell to the most famous antique market in N City. I asked the stalls one by one like a fool, not caring what they sold. Who knew that after a round, the highest bid was only five yuan. How should I put this price? For example, the meat noodles at the school gate were about 2.5 yuan, and this turtle shell was worth two bowls of meat noodles. In the end, out of nostalgia for my grandfather, I still brought the turtle shell home. The main thing is that it's too disrespectful to want to buy away my memories of my grandfather with just two bowls of meat noodles. Actually, if someone had offered 200 bowls of meat noodles, I would probably have wavered.
Thus, this turtle shell officially landed on my desk and became a beautiful scenery on my desk. Every student who came to my house would pick it up and play with it until one day it met Da Yong.
Da Yong is my deskmate. How should I describe him? I think it's more appropriate to use an animal-like slut to describe it. He came to my house to play computer games. We originally agreed that each of us would play one game. However, this fellow was not convinced after losing. Seeing that I was fighting to my heart's content, he first found a wooden fish to knock on the side and chanted," I'm going to die, I'm going to die…" He tried to disturb me. Seeing that I was unmoved, he thought of a plan. He picked up the turtle shell on my desk and knocked it like a wooden fish. How could the turtle shell be as strong as the wooden fish? It cracked after two knocks.
Although I was so angry that I hit him twice, it didn't help. It was worth two bowls of meat noodles. If he had known earlier, he would have sold it on the same day!
I had no choice but to get a bottle of 502 glue and glue the turtle shell together. Then, I would go to the antique market to try my luck. If I could sell two more bowls of meat noodles this time, I would sell them immediately.
This was originally a simple matter, but unexpectedly, something bizarre happened. When I dripped the 502 glue into the crack of the turtle shell, the turtle shell actually began to slowly melt. The little chemical knowledge in my brain seemed to be unable to find the information that 502 could not stick to organic substances. I suspected that the 502 in my hand was a strong acid and dripped a drop onto the textbook on my desk. That's right, the textbook did not corrode. Instead, the drop of 502 became hard. What was even stranger was that when the turtle shell melted, an egg-shaped stone the size of a quail egg actually appeared. As a native of N City, this stone looked like a rain flower stone no matter how I looked at it. This turtle shell, which was not even the size of a palm, had been in my hands for a long time. I had carefully studied it many times. I had also fantasized about whether the old man had hidden some valuable treasure inside. However, from the beginning to the end, the middle of the turtle shell was empty. It could almost be used as a telescope. It was impossible to hide such a large stone. I couldn't help but grab this stone that had appeared out of nowhere, wanting to carefully identify it again.
I pinched it with three fingers and looked at it. This thing seemed to look like a heart. It was mostly translucent red in color, and there were white and yellow overlapping patterns on some flat places. I put it in my palm and prepared to weigh it because I felt that this stone was heavier than the original turtle shell. What happened next was even stranger. This rain flower stone seemed to be alive. It suddenly drilled into my left palm. I was so scared that I quickly shook my hand and wanted to throw it out of my palm. However, it was useless. When I looked again, there was no mark on my palm. There was not even a bump. This stone was obviously thicker than my palm. How could it not bulge when it was embedded in my palm? This was obviously illogical. I couldn't help but say,"What the hell is this?" I'm thinking, will my life be in danger? "Oh my god!" I quickly ran to the living room to find my parents and told them what had happened just now, but they were indifferent and didn't even bother to lift their butts.
My mother rolled her eyes at me.”
"Oh my god! I really didn't lie to you. If I die, you won't have a son!”I was extremely anxious.
My dad sat still and continued to read his newspaper. My mother waved at me." Give me your hand. Let me see."”
I reached out my left hand to my mother. She pulled my hand over and looked at it before slapping my palm." Get lost!”
I returned to my room in frustration and continued to be at a loss. What happened just now had completely overturned my nine years of compulsory education. I stared at my left hand for a long time and felt that my left hand was strange, but I couldn't see anything wrong with it. I suddenly thought of a comic book called Mr. Hell. It seemed that the main character sealed a demon in his left hand and became a demon slayer master from then on, walking to the peak of his life. Suddenly, I felt that I might be the protagonist and could also run amuck in the world…Thinking of this, I couldn't help but laugh proudly.
I decided to test the power of my left hand first. I wanted to get a brick to try it out, but I couldn't find a brick at home for a while. On the balcony, I found a small stool that was prepared to be abandoned at home. I decided to use this thing to test the power of my left hand first. It was too late to say, but at that moment, I hit it with my palm. The small stool was still intact, which fully proved that my bones were not as hard as wood. However, I was in so much pain that I cried…the stories were all lies.
Just as I grabbed my left hand and cried," Hahaha…" Suddenly, a strange laughter entered my mind.
"Who are you?" I was horrified. There was no one else on the balcony except for me. My parents were reading newspapers and television in the living room. And this voice obviously doesn't belong to my parents.
The strange laughter stopped abruptly. Other than my voice, there was no response from the balcony. However, I immediately guessed it and blurted out,"Are you that rock from earlier?"
"Not too stupid!" This time, I finally felt that the voice didn't come from my ears, but directly from my mind.
"Get out of my body!”I hurriedly shouted angrily. However, I suddenly felt that I couldn't even move my pinky finger. A heart-wrenching itch seemed to surge out from the depths of my soul. I felt that I couldn't endure it for a moment, but I couldn't even shout "help". This torture was endless. At that moment, I lost my sense of time.
When the torture stopped, I was already sitting on the ground.
"This is to teach you how to speak.”A voice appeared in my mind again.
I felt a sense of fatigue deep within my soul, but I understood that my life was in the hands of this monster. A wise man would not fight when the odds were against him. I really did not want to experience what happened just now again. In an instant, I reorganized my words."Then how should I address you? Better?" I probably had a stiff smile on my face as well.
"Just call me Elder Shi!"
Hearing his words, I felt a little more at ease. However, I remembered that this monster seemed to have come out of my family's ancestral turtle shell. It was Da Yong who cracked the turtle shell. Otherwise, why would I encounter such an unfortunate thing? I wonder which ancestor of my family sealed him in the turtle shell? Looking at the current situation, I'm afraid that I have to help my ancestor pay his debts. Although I don't know how my ancestor sealed him into the turtle shell, I'm just an ordinary person. Thinking about my father, he doesn't seem to have any special abilities. It seems that my deceased grandfather doesn't seem to have any ability to subdue demons. He felt great hatred in his heart. I don't know which generation of ancestors were like this. They actually didn't throw away the dangerous turtle shell that sealed the monster earlier and even passed it down from generation to generation. I really don't know what their brains were thinking. However, he had caused me, his descendant, to suffer. Hence, he hurriedly asked tentatively,"Elder Shi, this…You see, I'm just an ordinary middle school student. My grades aren't very good, and I'm not good at sports. My body is still relatively weak, and I often get sick or something. I'm just asking casually.”
"What's wrong? What do you think?" His tone seemed a little cold.
I quickly explained," No, no. I'm just an ordinary person. I'm afraid I can't handle that…You understand…"
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