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From then on, there was an interesting story in Nanping Village. Qin Fengyu's family gave birth to a son, and he named the son of a dog.

After five or six years of peace, the trouble came. When I reached the age when I was going to school, it wasn't a big deal.

The problem was that I still hadn't registered for the household, so I couldn't go to school. There was nothing I could do about it, so when I thought about how I had been doing well in the past few years and how nothing had happened, my old man clenched his teeth and gave me an account, giving me a name called Qin Guang.

However, not long after, something strange happened.

It was probably the beginning of winter, so it was getting dark early. The villagers had even turned out their lights early.

At that time, I was only six years old, which was when I grew up. Although I was unwilling, I could only return to my room early.

But that was the night I saw something I would never forget.

My bed was against the wall, and the window was separated by the table with the oil lamp. That night, the moon was unusually large, illuminating the entire room through the window.

Because it was still too early, I couldn't sleep at all. I rolled around in bed and inadvertently glanced at the window.

Immediately, his entire body shivered in fear.

A black shadow was standing outside the window, motionless!

At first I thought it was just something I had forgotten to collect, so I didn't think too much about it.

He just turned his face to the wall in fear, not daring to look out.

Many people should have experienced this before. When they went to bed at night, they would see the clothes hanging on the clothes rack as shadows. Although they knew that it wasn't anything dirty, they would always feel as if someone was standing beside them, seeping all over.

I had the same feeling, even with my head against the wall, that someone was staring at me from outside the window. I was covered in a thick blanket, but my back was cold, and when I stretched out my hand to wipe it, it was sticky with cold sweat.

The next day, I told my father about what happened, but my father just laughed at my cowardice and had a nightmare.

The next night, I went to bed early. Coincidentally, there was no moon that night and it was pitch black outside. I thought that no matter what my father put outside, I wouldn't be afraid.

But just as I lay down, the feeling of being watched returned, but it was dark outside, and I couldn't see anything.

This unknown terror was even more terrifying than yesterday. I swallowed a mouthful of saliva and tightly closed my eyes. In my hands, I held the Yu Guanyin that my father had pleaded for me in the temple, praying for the Bodhisattva to bless me.

He didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but the moment he said it, the feeling disappeared.

Once the child relaxed, it was easy to fall asleep, and I fell asleep in a daze.

In the middle of the night, I felt cold all over my body. I kept feeling as if someone was blowing next to my ear, and I didn't know why I couldn't sleep anymore.

He hazily opened his eyes and saw a black shadow standing outside the door.

My old house was not big, it was connected by two rooms and a kitchen, my door was facing the hall, there was no moonlight, but I could see a shadow moving in the dark hall.

Someone?!

I was so scared that I trembled and got up to light the oil lamp.

I don't know if it was because my hand was shaking or something, but that box of fire was always unable to ignite, and when I got up to light the lamp, I always felt that someone was coming towards me.

In my anxiety, I switched the match from one stick to the other until the fifth, when the match finally lit up. With the light shining on, I felt a little more at ease, and moved closer to the oil lamp while protecting the flame.

However, just as I moved the match closer, a pale face suddenly appeared in front of me. It looked like a paper man in a funeral, devoid of any life.

I flinched, scattering matches all over the floor, and once again it was dark.

At this moment, even though my face isn't there anymore, I could hear a few words coming out of my mouth. I was so scared that I wanted to cry, but I was unable to do so.

Afterwards, I didn't know why, but I pinched my thigh and shouted Bodhisattva's blessing. In the dark, I picked up a match from the ground and struck it. This time, it caught on fire.

Weak flames flickered in the darkness. The darkness surrounded me like a tidal wave, and I didn't know if it was too dark or something, but my pale face was gone.

Without thinking, I lit the oil lamp.

However, the oil lamp seemed to have run out of oil. It flickered on and off. In the end, it became the size of a soybean and could only illuminate a small area near my table.

Then I saw the dark figure in the hall, kneeling in the direction of the doorway, bowing to the lamp, which darkened with each bow.

I looked at the black shadow and felt my body get colder and colder. Just as the light was about to go out, my face turned red and I let out a muffled roar from my chest.

Fortunately, my dad's sleep was shallow, because at that time, there would be yellow mice stealing chickens to eat. My dad would wake up at night if he made even the slightest noise.

The moment I heard the sound, I immediately ran over. I don't know why, but when my father came over, the oil lamp immediately lit up, and the black shadow at the entrance also disappeared without a trace.

According to what my father told me later, I was sitting on the ground that night. My entire body was drenched in cold sweat, and there was no longer any trace of life on my face.

It was also the first time since he had become sensible that he had wet his pants. Furthermore, he had been scared out of his mind.

Ever since that day, I slept with my parents at night. That strange figure never appeared again, but because I shouted too much that day, my throat was injured and I was unable to speak for a short period of time.

It was only after a long time that I found out that I had seen some dirty stuff, and I didn't come to find me anymore because I was afraid of my father's baleful aura. At that time, my father was also a tough man in the village, and anyone who kills pigs or cows would call my father to lend a hand.

After that I was settled for about three or four months, and my family was back in peace.

However, they all knew that children don't remember anything, so they forgot the pain after healing their scars.

As soon as I recovered, I was hunting chickens and dogs in the village.

Today, he was even more hot-headed. He pulled his playmate, Fatty Wang, and ran towards the green fur lake, where the villagers were not allowed to enter until after three orders and five orders.