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"Oh, in that case, quickly enter the courtyard! This is? " The elderly man was just about to lead us into the courtyard, but he saw me standing beside Zhang Shan and stopped and asked.

"This is my Martial Uncle, my grandfather's disciple."

"Master Zhang has finally found his disciple? That's good then. As long as you're here, we won't worry about anything. If you need anything, just tell us! " When the elderly man heard that I was Old Man Zhang's disciple, he immediately became respectful towards me.

I was too lazy to pay any attention to them. Let's see how long the show was going to last.

Arriving at the courtyard, he saw a temporary spiritual hall built on white cloth and wooden stakes. In the middle of the spiritual hall, there was a wooden bed, and on it, a person covered with white cloth was lying down.

There was no need to ask, this was Zhao Youde.

At this moment, there were about ten people in the courtyard and all of them had a dark expression. I am not afraid of having too many people, so I looked towards the altar with the corpse.

Ah!" "This is!" When I saw the picture of the dead man, my body shook uncontrollably, and I pointed to the photo and shouted, "This man... "This person, I …

"Shh!" Don't say anything, do you want to be beaten to death? " Zhang Shan immediately scolded me softly, causing the Zhao Family members to look at me strangely.

The person in the photo, the deceased Zhao Youde, was the person that came out of the coffin in my dream yesterday!

Zhang Shan then turned to the old man and said: "Uncle Zhao, according to the rules, your families should leave for a while."

"Sure, if there's anything you need help with, just say it!" After saying that, the elderly man went to call the whole family into the side room, closing the door and pulling up the curtains.

At this time, only Zhang Shan and I were left in the courtyard.

"What are you shouting for!" I have to let his family know that you are the one who caused this disaster! Even if I don't kill you, I'll cripple you! " When Zhang Shan saw the Zhao Family members enter the house, he immediately shouted at them.

"Me? Why is it me again? I say, what's it got to do with me? " As I was staring at the photo, I heard Zhang Shan scolding me.

"Did you dream of this man last night?" Zhang Shan asked.

"…"

"Did you push the lid open and let him out?" Zhang Shan asked again.

"…"

"Did you say let him go?" Zhang Shan asked three questions in a row, to the point where I was rendered speechless. How could he be so clear about my dream?

"How do you know?" I held it in for a long time and asked this nonsense.

"I don't know, but my grandfather knows. Yesterday, that person had originally drifted far away. Grandfather chased after him for six whole nights before finally pulling him back. You let him go when you opened the coffin lid, and now you can't even find him. "Tonight, I came to recall his Nightmare. You were the one who let him go, so naturally, the person who finds him will fall on your body." Zhang Shan said as he took off the backpack on his back.

"I... "I …" I didn't know what to say. "But I won't. How do you want me to find it?"

Ever since I saw Zhao Youde's photo, my opinion of Zhang Shan and his granddaughter wavered. I can now say that I don't have any idea what kind of scientific method I should use to explain this phenomenon.

"There's no need for you to move. You can just stand here. I'll do the rest." As Zhang Shan spoke, he took out the items from his bag one by one and placed them on the ground in front of us.

While the items were being placed, Zhang Shan explained the situation of the family. The dead man's name was Zhao Youde, and the woman who spoke at the door was his wife. Zhao Youde was born with mild polio and could not do heavy work. His wife grew up in a few acres of land in his home. The food collected at the end of the year was barely enough for the family of three to eat for the next year. Every year, his family would have to rely on the village organization to support their crops. Only with a family of two would they be able to sustain their crops for the next year.

In the past, when the children were still young, the family of three could still live on, even though their days were short. Last year, when the children were six years old and about to go to primary school, the couple began to worry about their home in the mountains. The children would go to primary school in Dashiqiao Village, which was located at the foot of the mountain. It would be unrealistic to go home every day, but if they were to stay there, the cost of staying for nearly three hundred yuan a semester would be a huge burden on the family.

For this, the couple could not sleep at night. If he didn't let his child go to school, he would definitely have no future in the future. He could not be like himself, living a life of misery and laughter on two acres of land. Although the family was a little better, but their two children, one of them still in high school, earned enough money to pay for the expenses of the two children. The family almost didn't have much left, and even if they could be subsidized, it would only be a drop in the bucket.

Zhao Youde searched through his family and friends, only borrowing 300 yuan. However, this amount was only enough for a child to live on for a month and a half. Zhao Youde had no choice but to follow the village tractor to the countryside. He wanted to see if there were any ways to earn money and find a knitting manual, hoping to subsidize the children's tuition fees.

On this day, Zhao Youde saw a big black sign hanging at the mouth of a dark alley in the village market. On it, the words "High Price Blood Collection" were written in white chalk.

Who doesn't have blood? Blood can be sold for money?

Zhao Youde was like a drowning man who saw a lifesaver as he struggled to walk towards the black brand.

An hour later, Zhao Youde walked out of the alley with a pale face. 600 ml of fresh blood had been taken out of him, and the only thing he got back was a pitiful 80 yuan.

The boss told him that he wanted to sell it, so he would be back in two weeks to eat more to make up for it. If the blood is good, give him another five dollars. From then on, Zhao Youde went down to the village once every half month and brought back 80 yuan. He told his wife that this was the shed that he built for people at the temple party in the village.

Due to selling blood, Zhao Youde, who was not rich to begin with, became even thinner. Furthermore, he had a cold twice and had a fever. He actually stayed in bed for half a month without recovering at all. "At the beginning of the year, medical work in the city was carried out in Sayan Village, and Zhao Youde's wife tricked him into going for a medical examination.

This inspection gave everyone a fright. Zhao Youde was actually infected with AIDS! And it was already in the middle and late stages of the game.

When everyone saw the needlepoint in his arm, they finally knew about him selling his blood to save up tuition fees for his daughter. When Zhao Youde's wife heard this, she cried even harder. Just like that, her whole family was forced into a desperate situation.

Soon, after the village's agreement, everyone decided to gather the money to treat Zhao Youde's illness. Everyone also hoped that Zhao Youde would take out the blood money he previously had, and add it together to stabilize his condition as soon as possible.

However, no one expected that Zhao Youde would reject everyone's offer and secretly hide the almost two thousand yuan that he had risked his life for. He didn't say anything to anyone and also refused any kind of treatment. He said that his money was to be left for his daughter to go to school, and no one was to touch it.

Just six days ago, on the sickbed, Zhao Youde knew that he might not be able to make it. While there was no one in the room, he bit his finger and wrote the location of the hidden money on the white quilt he had covered, and then swallowed his last breath with tears in his eyes.

There was a custom in many parts of Henan province. After his death, he would burn everything he wore, used, spread, and covered, not to mention Zhao Youde's body and the AIDS virus. After he had cleaned up his body and things, his quilt and other used items were taken to the front yard to be burned. No one looked at what was written on the blanket. No one was willing to touch his things. They even picked up bamboo sticks and went outside to burn.

The day after Zhao Youde's death, it occurred to everyone that he had hidden two thousand yuan, the tuition fee for his daughter.

He rummaged through the house, but he couldn't find anything. They had no choice but to find Master Zhao, that strange old man Zhao Shixun, and ask him to find the place where the money was hidden.

After a day had passed, Old Man Zhao told them that the location of the hidden money was written under Zhao Youde's blanket, and they hurried back to pick up the pile of items that had been burned to ashes. Fortunately, it was drizzling and no one was willing to touch Zhao Youde's things.

After careful examination, he finally only saw the word "money" written on the quilt, and nothing else. At this point, the two thousand yuan was completely cut off.

Hearing to this point, I also knew that the situation has reached such a state, but I still didn't quite understand, so I asked Zhang Shan: "Then why did you call me here? I can get back the two thousand dollars when I come? "