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When the child saw me looking at him, he bared his teeth at me. "I think you're also called ninth day."

My scalp tingled. "Don't have any ideas about me. This ninth day is different from your ninth day."

The child gave a faint "oh" before muttering to himself, "The Lunar New Year changes to the Lunar New Year, and the dead to the living. That's great."

If you find someone around the same age, you'll be able to smoothly obtain it in your next life.

If you could find a name that was similar in age and had a similar birthday, then you could be rich in your next life.

Clearly, Hanged Ghost had chosen this person to be his substitute.

This man was extremely scared, so he kneeled on the ground and begged the master to explain the solution. The Master said that it would not be difficult to crack the ghost. If he didn't take that road, he would have just left. Hanged Ghost was tied to a tree, so he couldn't leave.

The man was worried and said that he was selling fruits to make money for his family. That road was a must, if he didn't take it, his family would starve to death.

The master, seeing that the man was pitiful, sold him a rice bowl for a hundred dollars. Tell him that when he gets to the tree, he can put the bowl on his head and it will be all right.

After this person had paid the bill, he gratefully picked up the bowl and asked the master, "What is the logic behind this?"

The Master said that if the ghost wanted to find a substitute, he would have to start from the top of the head and grab the person's soul. Now you have a bowl on top of you, slippery and hard, and the ghost has nowhere to go, so you have no choice but to give up.

Since then, this person had never encountered anything strange. Until the fifteenth of the seventh month.

Legend has it that on the fifteenth day of the seventh month, when the gates of hell were opened, the demons and the devils in the underworld came to celebrate their holiday.

They didn't want to go out that day, but the man got the news that watermelons were cheap in the next town, so he thought better of it and pushed the car into the next town, intending to buy them at a low price tonight and sell them at a high price tomorrow, making a fortune.

In the afternoon, he went to the next town, negotiated the price, and drove home with a load of watermelons. It was just midnight when he arrived near the Pagoda tree.

The man remembered the Master's instructions and put the bowl on top of his head.

Just as he passed by the Pagoda tree, the cart couldn't bear the heavy load and with a bang, the axle broke. The car wobbled and was about to fall.

This man's heart ached to death. If this cart of watermelons were to fall, then this trip would be a total loss. Therefore, he threw himself forward and used his body to rest under the cart, finally stabilizing the watermelon. But the bowl fell off the top of his head.

With a "pa" sound, he fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

The next morning, a passerby passed by and saw this person sitting under the great locust tree, guarding a cart of watermelons as he giggled.

After returning home, this person seemed to have become a completely different person. He was able to speak and was extremely shrewd. Soon, the fruit stand turned into a fruit shop, and the fruit shop turned into a fruit merchant.

But this man had a problem, which was that no matter how cold the day was, he would never wrap a scarf around himself.

The woman with a long tongue said to the man's wife, I think he was probably robbed of his body by that Hanged Ghost, and now he's sleeping in the same bed with you, not your original man. Why don't you go to the temple and invite a gentleman to drive him away.

Who knows that the man's wife is also very ambitious, to the long-tongued woman said, is he my original man has something to do with it? Now that I'm eating well and dressing well, I'm much better than I used to be. You want to leave the rice and flour noodles and go back to eat sorghum noodles?

The story is so widely spread in our country that no one dares to approach the big tree by walking in the night.

Now I hear the child say everything is called ninth day, the lunar calendar, heart a little vigilant. I looked to the side. There was a teacup on the table, and I just put it on my head.

The child seemed to have guessed what I was thinking. He chuckled at me and suddenly disappeared.

When the child was with me, I was scared. He had disappeared, and I was even more scared because I didn't know where he would appear.

After a while, I heard Wang Qi say from the operation room, "I think I saw the ninth day."

I felt a chill run down my spine as I listened, thinking: Why did I have to come up with such a name?

The boy said, "Stop talking nonsense. Just hold it in and you'll be fine."

At this time, Wang Qi began to wail: "Ninth day, I'm sorry, please let me go, please let us go, you find a good family, okay?"

There was a smack, as if someone had been slapped in the face, and then the boy's angry shout, "If you continue to mess around, I don't care if you're on the operating table or not."

The doctor's voice also came, "Hold her down and don't let her move. If it hurts, then we won't be able to have children in the future. "

Wang Qi was still crying, "Ninth day, don't hate your father. We are still young and do not know how to act.

Before she could finish, I heard a tinkling sound from inside. Then came Wang Qi's screams and the doctor's angry curses.

I knew something was wrong and pushed the door open. Then I was stunned.

The bed had turned over and smashed into one of the doctor's legs. Wang Qi's lower body was on the ground, dripping with blood. The boy's eyes were round and his tongue was hanging out of its sockets. He used both hands to scratch his neck as if he couldn't breathe.

I hurried over and asked the boy, "What's wrong with you?"

The boy had fallen to the ground, his feet twitching.

Wang Qi cried until he was out of breath, "Child, the child is strangling him."

I was startled when the lights in the operating room went out.

There was only one door and a small window, and in the dim light from the window I could see a naked child lying on top of the boy.

I crouched down and said to the kid, "Let him go, okay?"

The child bared his teeth at me.

I said, "Even if they gave you birth, you wouldn't have a peaceful life. "Why don't you pick another good house?"

The child gave me a cold look and slowly let go of my hand.

I thought I had succeeded and let out a long breath. Who would have thought that the child would say in a faint voice, "You're called ninth day, and I'm also called ninth day."

Then he was gone.

The lights were on in the operating room, but I felt like I was in the dark.

It's over. This little brat has completely entangled me. I wanted to slap myself twice. I was so meddlesome.

The operation was over, the girl was on the bed playing with her cell phone, and the boy was sitting on the edge of the bed smoking a cigarette. At first, the two of them were in a cold war, but they quickly made up, discussing whether or not to go to the roadside stall to eat Ma Ching-chai.

I wondered how they could still talk about love under such circumstances. Later, I realized that in their eyes, the world was as dark and cold as it was tonight. Rather than despising each other, it was better to embrace each other for warmth, even if it meant loathing each other for warmth.

The doctor was bandaging his wound. He was a little unhappy because the wound was caused by a boy, but the boy would never take out the money for the Band-Aid.

As a matter of fact, the surgery fees for the girl were all pieced together by the boy, so he really couldn't afford the extra money.

I scratched my head, feeling it was unnecessary to stand here. He didn't do anything and got himself into trouble.

I walked to the street feeling a little dissatisfied and found that the street light had already lit up. I walked dejectedly to the small courtyard I was renting.

When I reached the end of the alley, I had the feeling that someone was following me.

I turned my head abruptly and saw a figure. It suddenly flashed and hid in the doorway of a house in the back.

I was a little nervous, fearing that this was a gangster coming to rob me of my money.

If I had the money, that would be fine. But I don't have any money, and I'm afraid he might be angry and give me some blood.

I quickened my pace and ran toward the courtyard. Who knew that the person behind him would also start running. He didn't even bother to hide his tracks. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that he was a tall person. If they were to fight, it would be a bit difficult.

Thus, I returned to the small courtyard as fast as I could. With a bang, I slammed the door shut and locked it neatly.

The courtyard was dark, Xia Xin and Mr. Zhao were not around. Even the landlord's house was dark.

I went back to my room and sat panting on the bed, pouring myself a glass of water.

At that moment, I saw a small face float out of the cup. He grinned at me.

I screamed in fright and threw the glass away.

With a "peng", all the cups and water were smashed onto the wall. The water flowed down from above, gradually forming the outline of a child.

Startled, I opened the door to escape. But by the time I reached the door, my foot was in something soft and warm.

I looked down and saw a pair of tiger head shoe s.

My head buzzed. Ignoring everything else, I sat down on the ground and tried to take off my shoes, but instead of taking them off, I felt a hand gently stroking the top of my head.

I tried to turn my head, but I couldn't see anything, but I could really feel the hand.

Then I heard the child's voice: "You're called ninth day, and I'm called ninth day. You've been playing in the human world for so long, shouldn't it be my turn now? Let me use your body. "

Then I felt a small, cold hand reach into my head.