Chapter 58: Family members of the murdered children
The uncle opened the door and walked out.
"Don't go in there. My house is a mess and filled with smoky air because of that child."
child?
The child he was talking about was one of the eight in the school.
"Can we know what happened back then?" I asked.
The uncle shook his head: "That incident happened 20 years ago. Why are you bringing it up again? Our second child is already 17 or 18 years old. It was because of that child that my wife became crazy."
What does it mean?
The uncle spoke incoherently, leaving Dong Jing and I confused.
I took out cigarettes from my bag, took one for myself, and handed one to the uncle.
"If you have anything to say, you can tell us. You know, the school needs to be rebuilt for the sake of other children in the village. But because of those eight children, we can't start the construction at all. If the school is completed one day later, the children will go to school one day later, which is unfair to them."
The uncle hesitated for a moment and took the cigarette.
When he lit up a cigarette, I knew this was going to happen.
He was puffing away at the smoke, and smoked the whole cigarette down to the butt, and then he told us what happened that year.
"Our child was born on the Qingming Festival. According to our village, his fate was originally the strongest. But something went wrong with his blood."
The uncle told us that it was the Yin-Yang master who told them this.
Although Ms. Yin Yang worked as a cafeteria aunt in the school cafeteria, she would always be asked to help if anything happened in the village, whether it was a wedding or a funeral.
Moreover, most people in the village are familiar with the Yin-Yang master. One reason is that the Yin-Yang master wants to get work, and the other is that everyone values this profession.
One night, the uncle couldn't wait for his child no matter what he did. He was very scared and went to the school to look for him.
At this time, the parents of the other seven children had already arrived at the school.
They held the child's body and cried inconsolably.
When the uncle saw it, he was stunned.
What exactly is going on?
He reached out to touch the child's face. The child was still warm, but no longer breathing.
The child's face was purple, and it was obvious that he was poisoned.
"Then why didn't you call the village doctor or send an ambulance to the hospital?" I didn't quite understand their behavior.
But twenty years ago, medical expertise was scarce, transportation was inconvenient, and landline telephone calls were difficult.
"At that time, the village chief's home was the only one with a telephone in the whole village. When I arrived, someone had already run to his home to call an ambulance. But as we all know, it was in vain. They had eaten the snake venom grass growing on the hillside. As the name suggests, the toxicity of the grass is exactly the same as that of a venomous snake. If there is no serum, there is no cure at all. Even if they go to the hospital, it is useless."
Listening to the uncle's words, I fell silent.
Not to mention getting to the hospital, the person might die on the way there at any moment.
What's more, when the uncle arrived at the school, the children had already died.
"At the time, the eight of us parents didn't know what to do. We just wanted to take the children back to the ancestral tomb for burial. They died on the same day, so after keeping the coffins for three days, the funeral should be held on the same day. We thought we would go to the Yin-Yang master the next morning to discuss how to deal with this matter. But that night, the Yin-Yang master found us."
The uncle said that the Yin-Yang master gathered all eight of them in his house and began to discuss with them how to deal with the children's affairs after their death.
I thought this matter was very simple. I could just take the children to my home and hold the funeral after keeping the coffin for three days.
But their idea was rejected by Mr. Yin Yang.
"She told us that there was something wrong with the blood in our eight children's bodies, which led to their untimely deaths. She produced a lot of evidence, including the children's birth time, date, and birth date. Most importantly, that night, all the classmates ate snake poison grass, but only the eight of us died."
The uncle was at a loss at the time. As the head of the family, he not only had to take care of his wife's emotions, but also had to look after the remaining two children.
This sudden accident made it impossible for him to make the right choice.
Mr. Yin Yang was a villager and they grew up together, so there was no reason for him to harm the child. So he listened to Mr. Yin Yang and buried the child in the school.
"She said that the school has good feng shui, with mountains behind and the sea in front, and that our family's descendants will have a bright future. This can be regarded as the children's final contribution to us, blessing their younger brothers and sisters to be able to safely enter the city's high school and then enter university."
The more I listened to the uncle, the more confused I felt.
At that time, the Yin-Yang master said that there was something wrong with the children's blood.
So what exactly is the problem?
"It seems that they have too much Yin energy. And because they were born during the Spring and Autumn Festivals, their Yin energy is heavier than that of ordinary people."
After listening to what the uncle said, I roughly understood it.
The fortune teller said this on purpose to trick the families into burying the children under the school.
Only in this way can the Eight Coffins be used to suppress evil.
"Then why can't we talk about it? Snow is something that people are born with. Why do you have to make it so mysterious? Why does everyone keep silent about it?"
I suddenly became a little curious.
Even if they were deceived by the Yin-Yang master, they shouldn't be so scared.
"That's because the child's blood is cursed. My wife became stupid after the child died. The fathers of several other children were eaten by snow monsters when they went up the mountain to hunt. Some of them had children born later, but each one was born with missing arms and legs. Who dares to mention this matter? The eight families of us have become jinxes in the village. Everyone who sees us will hate us."
I frowned.
If the uncle didn't lie to us, then is this just a coincidence or is there really a curse?
To be honest, I still feel that there is a curse in my heart.
After all, I also have an ancient curse, and others may not believe it, but I am the only one who knows how much trouble this curse has brought me, and how it has made my body weaker and weaker.
"You don't have to worry about this matter. Since you told us, we will check it out. Don't worry, uncle."
Dong Jing looked at the sky and saw that the sun was setting.
We should leave too.
It is estimated that according to the village's arrangement, the other seven families have already arrived at the dormitory to find my cousin.
