This glowing green face was incomparably evil, after seeing it, I couldn't move my eyes away from it. Although my mind was still clear, I knew that I had to leave immediately, but my feet felt like they were filled with lead, I couldn't lift them no matter how hard I tried, and even my consciousness started to blur.
Right at this moment, an extremely cold feeling came from my chest, jolting my spirit and freeing me from that indescribable daze. At this moment, the fatty also reached out to pull me, asking me why I didn't go out.
I quickly turned around, stepped out of the door, and purposely closed the door tightly.
That glowing green face made me feel extremely terrified, luckily I was the only one who saw it, if the fatty and the others saw it, then something bad would definitely happen.
The fatty's father probably fainted because of this strange face.
Also, what happened to Guo Mingming, it must have something to do with this thing beside his bed.
After everyone left the dormitory, the fatty's father was still unconscious, and the principal had no choice but to call 120 and send the fatty's father to the hospital first. At this time, the fatty firmly disagreed, and said, "My father specifically told me that if something happens to him, we definitely can't send him to the hospital."
The principal frowned, and clearly didn't care much about the fatty's words, and retorted, "Your father is a capable person, but he's currently unconscious, and can't save himself. What else can he do but send him to the hospital?
Could it be that you can cure your father? "
The fatty shook his head and said, "I can't cure him, but as long as my father is sent to my family's old house, then he can be cured."
The fatty said firmly, and in the end, the principal also considered that the fatty's father wasn't a normal person, so he found someone to get a car, and sent the fatty's father back to our village.
Of course, the fatty and I also came back.
On the way, I told the fatty about the glowing green face, and the fatty felt his hair stand on end after hearing it, especially when he remembered that he and Guo Mingming fought over the bed because of this pattern, and even speculated that there was a beauty living on the bed, it made his hair stand on end.
However, the fatty didn't think that his father fainted because he saw the pattern, the reason was simple, I didn't faint when I saw the pattern, and with his father's abilities, he definitely couldn't have fainted after seeing it.
I opened my mouth, but I didn't know how to explain it to him.
When we reached the village, I helped carry the fatty's father out of the car. Then, the driver the headmaster found drove away. The fatty stayed with his father while I went home to call for help.
When I got home, I told my dad about what happened in the past two days. My dad didn't say anything and went out with me. On the way, he even went to the neighbor's house to call for help.
It was not easy to enter the mountain, and it was even more difficult to carry a person in. Without three to five strong laborers, it was impossible to complete this task.
Unlike the teachers in school, the people in our village never doubted this kind of thing. Of course, they didn't think that it was superstition. They just felt that it was something passed down from the ancestors, so it couldn't be wrong.
The fat man's father was the village's coroner. Although the villagers had told their children not to go to the fat man's house to play, the fat man's father was actually very prestigious in the village. As soon as they heard that something had happened to the fat man, they put down what they were doing and followed him.
Shortly after, my dad called four or five people to go with him.
There was a kind of two-wheeled cart in the village called a handcart. It was also called a rack cart. On the way there, my dad found a handcart. When we arrived, he lifted the fat man's father. Four or five people took turns to carry him. Soon, they reached the foot of the mountain.
When we reached the foot of the mountain, we didn't need to change to another transportation tool. In the countryside, the handcart's wheels and the body of the cart could be separated. Four people lifted the four corners of the cart and pulled the wheels outward. Then, we entered the mountain.
The back of the mountain wasn't big, but it was deep and the road was hard to walk. There were some narrow places where four people couldn't carry him. We had to carry him in pairs. We had to take turns to carry him. In the end, the fatty and I also took turns to carry him for a while.
After a lot of effort, we finally carried the fat man's father to the outside of his ancestral home.
It was a tough journey. I couldn't help but complain. People in the village usually lived at the foot of the mountain. I didn't know what the fat man's ancestors were thinking. Why did they have to build their house on the mountain?
When we arrived at the door, my dad and the others were about to carry us inside, but the fat man stopped them and said, "Uncles, my dad used to say that our old house has a lot of Yin energy. Only virgins like me and San Wa, who haven't lost their chastity, can enter, but adults like you might get into trouble."
He was a young boy, so he was a little shy when he talked about losing his virginity. The unscrupulous elders around him laughed and mocked him. However, people in the village believed it. If it was the fat man's father, it couldn't be wrong.
On the way here, they were also very tired, so they went home first. Before leaving, my dad specifically told us to be careful, he went home and asked my mom to prepare some food, and send it to us later.
After the adults left, the fat man and I carried the handcart and entered his ancestral home.
The house had green bricks and stone tiles. Not only did it look ancient, but it also gave people a scary feeling.
After we entered the house, the feeling was even stronger. If the fat man's house looked like a coffin shop, this place looked like a coffin museum.
There were two coffin-like stools on the left and right of the doorsill. Inside, eight coffins could be seen placed in eight different directions, vaguely forming an Eight Trigrams pattern.
What was more frightening was that there were two memorial tablets on the East side of the house.
The incense burner in front of the spirit tablets had three sticks of incense left.
I guessed the fat man's father had come to burn the incense this morning. Who would have thought that he would be carried back before the incense could burn out?
After I put the fat boy's father down, I was about to ask him what we should do next. However, the fat boy directly went to the spirit tablets and respectfully lit incense sticks for the two spirit tablets. Then, he turned to me and explained, "My father told me that every time I enter the ancestral house, the first thing I should do is to light the incense sticks."
I lifted my head to look at the two spirit tablets. The first one was easy to recognize. It was Lu Ban's memorial tablet.
The fat man's father was a carpenter, so it was normal for him to worship Lu Ban.
However, the second spirit tablet was strange. The words on it looked like scribbles. I couldn't recognize them at all.
I asked the fat man, and he explained, "My father's profession is to earn a living. People who earn a living in this line of work can't escape from the disadvantages. However, they can choose to worship either the God of Death or the God of Poverty.
Those who worship the God of Death are destined to be poor for the rest of their lives, but they can keep their families safe. Those who worship the God of Poverty are destined to be rich, but their families are doomed to die. "
The fat man's family worshipped the God of Death. Although the father and son were healthy, their family had always been poor.
I didn't understand and asked the fat man, "If you can't have both, why did your ancestors choose this line of work and pass it on?"
The fat man answered, "I heard from my father that once someone enters this line of work, the nine generations of the family can't quit. They have to pass it on. Otherwise, their descendants will be cut off.
As for why my ancestors chose this line of work, I'm not sure. I asked my father, but he didn't tell me. However, when I think about it, there are times when people have no other choice. I guess they encountered some difficulties. "
Ever since the fat man's father died, the jovial fat man seemed to have changed. He spoke more maturely.
However, I was worried about the fat man's future. "Will you inherit his father's craft?"
Although I didn't discriminate against this line of work, I still felt uncomfortable when I thought about how my friend would have to bury people and make coffins every day.
The fat man shook his head. "My father's generation is already the ninth generation. I don't need to enter this line of work. My father told me that a long time ago."
After hearing him say that, I relaxed a little. At this time, the fat man told me that I couldn't just put his father on the ground. I had to put him in the middle of the coffins in the ancestral house.
I had seen too many coffins in the past two days in the fat man's house. My heart was already numb, so I wasn't afraid. Together with the fat man, we moved one of the eight coffins arranged in the Eight Trigrams pattern.
After moving it, I realized that there weren't eight coffins, but nine. There was one in the middle. Since the coffin was placed high up, I didn't see it earlier.
After moving the coffin, the two of us carried the fat man's father inside and put the coffin back to its original position.
After we were done, we sat on the ground to rest. I asked the fat man, "I can understand why you have so many coffins in your house to sell them. But why are there so many coffins in the ancestral house?"
The fat man said in a matter-of-fact tone, "The ones in our house are sold to others. The ones here are naturally for our family to use."
I was stunned. "Use for your family?
There are only the two of you in your family, and you're still so young. Isn't it too early to prepare a coffin? "
The fat man said strangely, "I didn't say it's for me. Look, the one in the middle is for my father. The one in front of us is for my grandpa, and the one next to it is for my great-grandpa …"
While talking, the fat man pointed at the coffins. My face turned green as I listened to him. "You mean, your grandpa and the others … are all in those coffins?"
I didn't expect that there were corpses in those coffins. Although I had seen so many strange things in the past few days, my voice still trembled.
The fat man didn't seem to mind at all. He nodded casually and sighed. "Yeah, my dad told me that our family worships the God of Death. No matter what happens, as long as the person is still breathing, they can be brought back to life and placed in the ancestral house.
If they can't come back to life, then their lifespan has come to an end.
The coffins in the ancestral house were already prepared, so it was easy to deal with the aftermath.
When the later generations are done with their work, they will continue to work. This is the fate of their family.
After the ninth generation, we will seal the house and burn it down. From the tenth generation onward, they will be able to live as normal people … "