The Scourge of Everlasting Life

　　Half a month ago, on the way to town, my mom died in a car accident.

　　She was not a local, she ran away with my dad from abroad, eloped so to speak, and came to Cheng Jia Au, a shabby and poor mountain village.

　　As a result, she was not eligible to enter the ancestral grave in Cheng Jia Au after her death, and could only be buried three or four miles away on Old House Hill, where there was a mass grave.

　　Half a month after my mother's death, my father rolled down the hill while fetching firewood and has been dead ever since.

　　I sat in front of his bloody body and cried for three days before my grandfather, whom I had only met a few times, carried my father's body home.

　　It was a hard time back home, but my parents loved me and I was happy, or at least I used to think so.

　　Now, overnight, my parents' souls were scattered, and I became the most pitiful person.

　　The night my grandfather carried my father's body home, a Taoist priest-like man carried a coffin as if he was going to overthrow my father.

　　Instead of letting me guard my father's coffin, Grandpa gave me a strange yellow paper, cut my finger, and told me to write the words "Su Qingshan" on the paper.

　　Because my family was poor, I did not go to school, but I learned something from my mother, and I only knew how to write my own name and my parents' names, as well as simple numbers.

　　The three words "Su Qingshan" were my father's name.

　　"Your father died in the mountains, his soul was hooked away by the mountain ghosts, and he could not rest in peace. Writing his name in this way will allow his soul to return to his body, so that he can be reincarnated better."Grandpa explained to me in this way.

　　People on our side believe in mountain ghosts and mountain gods.

　　The mountain gods will protect the people in the mountains, but once a person dies in the mountains, they will be hooked by the mountain ghosts to lose one of their souls, and with an incomplete soul, they will be reincarnated as a fool.

　　This is a very old legend.

　　I didn't think much of it, it was just a matter of writing my name in blood anyway.

　　But who knows, when I finished writing the last stroke, the name on that yellow paper suddenly disappeared, and the paper returned to its original state without a trace.

　　This made me feel a little shocked, how could this happen?

　　But grandpa didn't explain to me, he just said, "Keep writing, keep writing until the name stays on the yellow paper and doesn't disappear anymore."

　　I was shocked and scared, but I had no choice but to desperately cut my finger, keep squeezing out blood, and keep writing.

　　"One hundred and thirty-seventh time ......" I counted silently in my heart, but there was still no trace left on the yellow paper, instead, my body began to tremble and my consciousness began to blur because of the excessive bleeding.

　　"Drink!"Just when I almost fainted, Grandpa woke me up and handed me a bowl of black stuff with some fishy smell.

　　Under the intimidation of his eyes, I forced myself to vomit and drank it down stiffly, and then continued to write my father's name on the yellow paper with one stroke like a machine.

　　It wasn't until I felt that all the blood in my body had drained out that Grandpa finally told me to stop.

　　It was also at this time that I realized that it was already dark, the moon was hanging in the middle sky, and there was actually some blood red in the moon.

　　"It's been four hundred and ninety-nine times, is that enough?"Grandpa took the paper away from me and handed it to the Taoist priest.

　　The Taoist priest looked at the paper and then at the blood-colored moon in the sky, nodded and said, "Today is the day of the blood moon that is rare to see in a hundred years, and she is a close relative, so as long as there are no accidents, it should work.”

　　As soon as his words left my mouth, I saw a look of excitement pass through my grandfather's eyes, "I'll go bring her."

　　Her?

　　Who was she?

　　I was sitting on my knees in front of the desk, without the slightest bit of strength from the loss of blood, and Grandpa and the Taoist priest had no one to care about me, busy with their business.

　　And when I heard Grandpa's words, I couldn't help but stare, but the doubt in my heart had just surfaced when I saw that Grandpa had returned, and behind him was a woman.

　　The clothes on her body couldn't be seen in color, and her cloaked hair was filled with a gloomy aura, but that figure was somewhat familiar to me, and getting closer and closer, I couldn't help but widen my eyes when I saw that face of hers.

　　"Mom!"I couldn't help but lose my voice and exclaimed in shock, the person following my grandfather was actually my mom who died in a car accident half a month ago!

　　But soon I realized that something was wrong, my mom was unconscious, she was the one who loved me the most, but now that I was crying and screaming for her, she didn't even look at me, she just followed behind grandpa and walked towards dad's coffin.

　　"Grandpa, what's wrong with her, my mom?"

　　"Shut up."

　　I opened my mouth to ask grandpa, but what I got was a stern voice and the gaze that wanted to eat people, I winced and closed my mouth.

　　At this point, even if I was slow, I understood that what Grandpa and this Taoist priest were doing was beyond common sense, they were practicing evil ways.

　　I forced up my spirit and watched as the Taoist priest lit a cross in front of my father's coffin, tied up the woman who I didn't know if she was my mother, put a yellow talisman paper on her brow, and hung a blood-red lantern on the stake above her head, and then stood to the side with my grandfather, chanting the words.

　　It seemed to be some kind of incantation that I couldn't understand.

　　The blood moon in the sky merged with the light from the red lantern, reflecting a red mango spread on the ground, which seemed to be leading the way for what.

　　Not long after, came the sound of "sizzling", getting closer and closer, but can not see people and things, vaguely can tell that the sound is toward the mother.

　　And mom's body at this time suddenly began to shake violently, like being hit by something, "snort" into the flesh, her chest appeared out of thin air, a bloody hole, instant blood.

　　I heard the sound of chewing, and turned my head to see the horrified but excited looks of my grandfather and the Taoist priest, my body began to tremble, was my grandfather summoning a ghost?

　　Was mom being eaten by a ghost?

　　The flesh on mom's body, began to fall off piece by piece, the guts and intestines began to flow out, mom's face was hideous, a vein burst out, a low hoarse fearful roar came out of her throat, just like the devil.

　　I was trembling, my heart filled with fear and despair, what in the world is grandpa going to do, mom died and still not let her go.

　　I wanted to save my mom at all costs, but I realized that at this point I couldn't open my mouth to shout, nor could I move!

　　And the loss of blood, also began to make already conscious me drowsy, did not pass out, solely because of what happened to mom this bloody scene in the stimulation of me.

　　After about half an hour, mom's body was in tatters, her intestines dragging on the floor, with only a head intact, her face had gone black, and she no longer had a voice or was breathing.

　　"Gone!"Grandpa said.

　　Grandpa and the Taoist priest breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, wiped the fine beads of sweat on their foreheads, couldn't care less about my mom who had already lost her humanity, walked over to me, pulled my arm then cut a slit, hardened and squeezed half a bowl of blood again, mixed with something strange and pulled it into a line of blood, forming a strange mark around dad's coffin.

　　"By his blood, call upon his soul, the price has been paid, invite the soul to return."

　　The Taoist priest held a mahogany sword in his hand, smeared his grandfather's blood on the sword, and inserted one hand into the seal outlined by the blood line in front of the coffin, chanting under his breath.

　　Rumble!

　　Loud thunder suddenly exploded in the air, lightning illuminated the dark night as if it were day, I clenched my lower lip to prevent myself from fainting.

　　In the next moment, I saw the lid of the coffin suddenly open on its own, a pair of hands with long sharp spikes poking out from inside, and with that, a person stood up.

　　"Father!"

　　Father he is alive!

　　The already dead mother had survived after being eaten by an unknown thing, and father had survived as well!