C6 Ghost Block Door

On the fifteenth day of the third year, Lai San had died in the cemetery. According to the elders, the appearance of death was extremely strange. Their clothes had been stripped off, and their stomachs were bulging up …

The cold moonlight gradually penetrated through the window and extended to the ground. A candle burned in the corner of the table. The flame of the candle gradually flickered, as if it was emitting a faint green light.

Suddenly, the candle began to shake violently. The flame continued to expand and shrink, twisting and turning. The huge force of the pull nearly extinguished the fire. On the mottled and broken wall, there was a shadow of a person. This shadow's figure was graceful, but this belly was strangely and unexpectedly bulging.

After a series of violent tremors, the woman's facial features suddenly distorted in a terrifying manner. Under the shadow of the candlelight, she became extremely strange.

"I … I can't … I can't … ah!"

The woman's body twitched continuously. Her knees were facing the sky, and her fingers drew streaks of blood on the brick bed.

"You … Hold on a bit longer, child. The child will come out soon!"

The wrinkles on an old lady's face trembled as she stared at the woman on the brick bed. Suddenly, the old lady moved her body and pushed open the door.

The old lady quickly moved her 30 centimeters tall lotus flower, jogging all the way until she reached the eaves of the alley.

"Old Chu, your daughter-in-law, she, she, is having a difficult time giving birth!"

As soon as the voice was heard, the father and son pair who looked like ants on a hot pan suddenly stood still and stared at the midwife.

"Aunt, what happened to my wife?"

The midwife slapped her hands together and sighed, "Ghost block the door, this is going to be difficult!"

Then, ignoring the father and son's frightened expressions, the midwife pouted and said.

"Old Chu, we can't delay any longer. This person's life is in danger, send him to the infirmary! "

"No way!" Old man Chu's pupils contracted violently, it was as if a steel nail was spat out from his mouth.

"Father!" We don't lack money to go to the clinic! " At this moment, a strong and robust man from Chu's side spoke with a slightly tearful tone.

"No way!" Old man Chu's voice was firm.

"Why? "Cui Fen is your daughter-in-law!"

Old man Chu pursed his lips and suddenly looked at Little Chu.

"No, not for the money. Because …

"Father, Cui Fen, Cui Fen is dying." What exactly is it!? "

Old Man Chu's turbid eyes suddenly turned towards the moon in the sky. He said faintly.

"Today. Today is half of the seventh month, the Central Origin Ghost Festival!"

When Old Man Chu said this, Little Chu and the midwife were stunned. Old Man Chu pursed his lips and said to the midwife, "His wife, you have the follow-up incense in your hands!"

The midwife nodded and ran into the room. Suddenly, the midwife turned around and looked at the stupefied Chu. Then, she pointed at him and said.

"Old Chu, let me put it this way. Don't blame me for anything happened to your daughter-in-law!"

Old Chu sighed and nodded.

The woman's heart-wrenching scream resounded through the night sky. It was as if there was a ghastly ghost standing in the darkness, secretly watching everything!

In the room, the midwife watched as balls of blood, like fountains, gradually dyed the bedding red. She couldn't help but sweat profusely. A blood-red towel continuously swayed in the copper basin. Gradually, the boiling water in the basin also had a dark red color, giving off a fishy stench.

The midwife's wrinkled hands suddenly stopped in midair, and then began to tremble violently. The black and red towel in his hand also fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"It's not bad. "Big … Big bleeding!"

That sound was like a thunderclap that fiercely struck the Chu father and son's head.

Little Chu suddenly stood up. Old man Chu shakily extended his hand and wanted to stop Little Chu. At this moment, Little Chu's heart was burning with anxiety, why would he care so much? He rushed into the room, but before he could enter the room, he was knocked out by a midwife who was covered in blood and panic.

"The … the ghost blocked the door! It's dead!"

The midwife's eyes were glazed over as she crazily chanted those words. Then, she quickly moved her small feet and stumbled out of the room.

At this time, Chu Wucai had no time to pay attention to the midwife as he rushed into the room. What collision, what taboo, what bad luck. Little Chu had long forgotten about it.

Little Chu had just rushed in when the strong smell of blood assaulted his brain. On the kang, Cuifen was covered in blood, her stomach was bulging and she was on the verge of death.

Chu wiped his eyes with his sleeve and went straight to the donkey-collar.

"What are you doing!"

Old Man Chu dragged the flustered Little Chu.

"Father!" "Cui Fen... Cui Fen..."

"We need to go to the clinic. Help!"

Little Chu's expression twisted as he shouted at Old Man Chu. Old Man Chu pursed his lips and said in a low voice.

"No, no!"

"Why not! Tsui Fen's in your heart is your grandson! " Little Chu swallowed a mouthful of saliva. This was probably the first time in so many years that he had spoken so loudly to his father.

When Old Man Chu heard this, his eyes suddenly became wooden.

"This … this is Zhongyuan … Zhongyuan ghost …"

Chu ignored his father and hurriedly put on the donkey cart. Then she ran into the back room and wrapped the dying Tsuifen in a quilt and carried her to the donkey cart.

At this time, Old Man Chu grabbed a big purple rooster from the chicken coop and tied it to the donkey cart.

Little Chu looked suspiciously at his father, only to see Old Man Chu mumbling to himself.

"The Middle Origin Ghost Festival is cold, put this rooster on. Don't walk around the cemetery. When you reach the big locust tree at the village entrance, remember to circle around the locust tree three times. "

Although Chu was a bit confused, he still nodded his head when he saw his father's cautious look. Then, he took the donkey's whip and fiercely whipped it on the donkey's butt. The donkey felt pain and quickly ran forward with its four hooves.

Old man Chu looked at the donkey cart and sighed.

"My Chu Clan, we deserve this calamity!"

Little Chu didn't understand what was on his father's mind. He only had one thought in mind — save me!

Chu looked at the pale Cui Fen behind him and whipped her again.

It was the middle of July. The originally hot and dry weather, on this night, was unusually chilly, even to the point of being bone-piercing. The shaggy moon in the sky had also become very strange. Not long after, Little Chu arrived at the big locust tree at the village entrance. Little Chu remembered Old Man Chu's instructions. He pulled the reins and began to circle around the locust tree.