Chapter 32: Little Fatty is Possessed
I can say that I lived a very fulfilling life in these three years. I learned a lot of things that I could not have seen in the mountain village, and I became more mature and experienced. But after three years, I found that the two people I found were like looking for a needle in a haystack, so I became discouraged and gradually backed out.
Because the ghost tongue curse has a time limit, even if the ghost rice can temporarily prevent it from happening, it will still take my life after seven years. The remaining four years will pass in the blink of an eye, so why waste time on something that is impossible to achieve? In these four years, I will make new plans and enjoy every day of my life. So I stayed in Xiling City, which is at the junction of Hebei and Shandong, and I didn't go anywhere else.
In the next month, I met a friend named Song Bao. Because he was short and fat, we called him Xiaopang. We met because we were fighting for a place to set up a street stall. This guy is also a fortune teller, but he has no knowledge and relies on deceiving people to make money. Wearing a pair of sunglasses, combing his hair neatly, sitting on a stool, you can't help but feel like a blind fortune teller.
Fortune tellers like us who set up stalls on the street definitely cannot go to the main street, as that would affect the appearance of the city. They would choose remote streets and gather in groups. Along the side of this Yonghe Street, there were eleven or twelve fortune tellers, including me, forming a fortune telling street. Except for me and Xiaopang, they were all old guys over fifty years old. They all thought they were well versed in the art of hemp clothes and were extremely awesome, and they looked down on us two young people.
The reason for the dispute was that after the number of fortune-telling customers on this street increased, a pancake seller suddenly occupied my stall. I am an outsider, so it is not easy to compete with locals. Xiao Pang happened to be absent that day, so I occupied his stall. But not long after, this guy came and acted very domineeringly. He threw my stall on the street without saying a word.
I was so angry. I was not unwilling to give up my seat if we had a proper discussion. You were clearly bullying a foreigner, weren't you? I couldn't stand it any longer and took over the stall he had just set up. So we started fighting. Although he was fat and strong, he was no match for me who had practiced internal energy. I knocked him down in no time.
As the saying goes, you can’t get to know each other without fighting. Xiao Pang is actually a good guy . Seeing that he couldn’t beat me, he took the initiative to make peace with me. We didn’t do business that day, but went straight to the restaurant to have a meal. He treated us. From then on, we became good friends. We squeezed our stalls together. When I told fortunes, he helped to fool people, and when he fooled people, I helped to use the real thing. With the two of us working together, our business was better than before, which made those old guys a little jealous.
This morning, he came to set up the stall as usual. Xiao Pang was a bit lazy and liked to play mahjong at night. He couldn't get up in the morning, so he came late. I didn't care, but when it was past noon, he still didn't show up. I wondered if he was sick. Just when I was about to call him to say hello, he came on his electric bike, looking tired, without a stall, squatting next to me. Before I could say anything, he said with a sad face that he was possessed by evil spirits last night.
I took a closer look at his face, and it was indeed covered with dark clouds, especially between his eyebrows, which showed that he was seriously possessed. I hurriedly asked if he had gone out last night and where he had been. The boy said that he was playing mahjong at Aunt Zhang's house next door last night, and he had to go to the toilet because Aunt Zhang's grandson was occupying the toilet, so he ran out to relieve himself in the alley. While he was peeing, he suddenly saw a child lying on a gatehouse, so he looked up.
The moonlight was bright last night, and the child looked like a newborn, like a big rat, lying on the tiles of the gate, with his fist-sized head looking down. But his face was pale, like white paper in the night, and his eyes were particularly round and ferocious, and Xiao Pang's scalp was numb.
Who would carry a newborn baby to the gatehouse in the middle of the night? Who would believe that he climbed up by himself? Not to mention a newborn, even a one-year-old child couldn't climb up to the roof. And the baby looked really creepy. He didn't look alive at all. He looked like a ghost in a horror movie!
He rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things, and then looked up again, and found that the baby had crawled half a meter to the left, and was about to fall. He was really kind-hearted, and he ran to the baby in a hurry, just in time to catch the child. At that moment, he felt his arms were cold, and he almost froze to death. And at this moment, the child disappeared strangely!
Turning his head left and right, where was the child in the moonlit alley? Xiaopang guessed that he had seen a ghost, and got goose bumps all over his body. He hurried back to Aunt Zhang's house. He played mahjong absent-mindedly that night, always thinking about the white-faced child. When he returned to his doghouse at twelve o'clock, he actually started to have a fever. He didn't sleep well all night, and the fever didn't subside until the morning. He knew that he was possessed by evil spirits.
After getting up at ten o'clock, he walked around the alley again. He lived in the old city, where most of the houses were old, and the gates were traditional gatehouses. There were only three households living in this alley. In addition to him and Aunt Zhang's family, there was another single girl named Zhou Sijing. The place where the child appeared was the gatehouse of this house. Speaking of this girl, her life was quite tragic. When she was a teenager, her parents died . Since then, she dropped out of school and worked to support herself. Later, I heard that she hooked up with a rich man, but was abandoned not long after.
Xiaopang likes her very much, but this girl despises the poor and loves the rich. She doesn't care about appearance but only looks at family background. For a loser like him who has no money and looks crooked, the girl won't even look at him.
He stared at the gate for a long time, thinking that since the ghost appeared here last night, Xiao Jing might have been possessed by evil spirits. He had been thinking about how to get close to this girl every day, so how could he miss such a great opportunity? So he knocked on the door, but there was no movement from inside for a long time. He reached out and pushed, and the door was unlocked. After he went in, he called Xiao Jing to see if she was home, but no one answered. The door was also ajar, so he pushed it open and went in.
Unexpectedly, he was almost scared to death when he entered the door. A woman in a nightgown and disheveled hair was standing inside the door, and he almost bumped into her. He was so scared that he took two steps back before he saw clearly that the woman was Xiao Jing. Her eyes stared at him through the gaps in her messy hair, which was indescribably weird and terrifying.
He felt a chill in his heart, and concluded that Xiao Jing was really possessed, and quickly shouted, "What's wrong with you?"
Xiao Jing fell to the ground with a thud. He rushed in to help her up. He felt that the girl was cold all over, like a dead body. Xiao Jing closed her eyes tightly and begged in a dreamy voice: "Let me go...let me go...save me..."
He was at a loss for a moment and put her on the bed. After thinking for a long time, he remembered that I knew some magic, so I rode my electric bike over.
After listening to him, I knew it was a little ghost. Xiaopang was just possessed by evil spirits, but Xiaojing was possessed by that little brat. Seeing that Xiaopang cared so much about this girl, of course I had to go with him.
