Blood ropes wrapped around the body

Grandpa's death was very strange, and even broke my understanding of dead people. After death, Grandpa could still move his body and even went home by himself.

And now I am almost certain that when I carry my grandfather's body to my ancestral grave at night and meet so many ghosts, that voice is indeed Grandpa's.

Now Grandpa has left me such a chapter of shroud rags, the above content is also left by grandpa, this is a dead man can do?

I don't dare deny it, but I also don't dare to be so decisive.

My mind was filled with that one line, the message of which was obvious, telling me to run and not to trust anyone.

What is anyone here referring to? Did you even include my dad?

The sudden appearance of the shrouds made my mind completely confused. Grandpa happened at home. After a few days, Malachi's position in my heart has been very important.

But now this sudden situation, made me completely unaware.

I wanted to talk to my dad about it, but when I thought about what was on the strip, I couldn't help but give a second thought, not to be wary of my dad.

Since the person who left this sentence asked me not to trust anyone, maybe it was afraid that the more people knew, it would be easy to alarm the snake.

If that were the case, then the target would have been locked almost instantaneously, implying Malachi.

Now I thought of the two little scarecrows in Malachi's house, which were probably not as simple as they seemed.

Took a deep breath, now think too much have no results, I'm going to sleep first, the next time maybe there will be something wrong.

I have a faint hunch that grandpa's death is just the beginning, I'm afraid. How did Grandpa die? It's all unknown, but I know for sure that Grandpa was killed.

Lying in bed, I have a little insomnia, imperceptibly, I still drowsy sleep past, the next morning, I was woken up by my father's cry.

When I opened my eyes, I saw my side again, standing in a shroud of the figure, my heart suddenly stopped, grandpa came back.

As always, Grandpa's hand gripped my wrist, but just as my father shouted down, Grandpa grabbed my wrist hand was suddenly loosened.

At the moment grandpa looks more ferocious, originally with cinnabar blocked nose and ears, there are some red things flowing.

Like blood, and like cinnabar, this thing will set off grandpa's face more horrible.

"Alexander, go get Malachi, or burn him if you have to!"

The sound of my father's hurried voice came, and my heart was beating fast, and I was already a little overwhelmed. I rolled out of bed and went straight out the door to Malachi's house. Malachi knew something was wrong before I could say anything.

He took his things and headed straight for our house. When he arrived at my house and saw Grandpa, Malachi's body kicked back two steps.

"Brother Li, aren't you forcing me to burn the body?"

The voice of resignation came out of Malachi's mouth, and I did see a touch of resignation on the old man's face.

At this point, my father also whispered to Malachi, the situation is getting out of control, do what you want to do!

I understood what my dad was saying, and it was a form of consent to Malachi burning the body, and I hurriedly said, shall I try again? If you have to, burn it again.

Watching grandpa burn like this, my heart really has some frustration, so I want to fight for the last glimmer of hope.

As soon as I finished, there was a silence in the room. Grandma cried and asked Malachi if she could think about it again. Obviously didn't want to see Grandpa burned, either.

"I'll be at the door tonight, and I'll see how I get back."

Immediately, Malachi's deep voice spread, and then Malachi told my father and me to put Grandpa's body on the bed, and when it was covered, Malachi told my father to hurry and buy a big black dog.

A normal dog is easy, but a big black dog, it's a little difficult, but in this situation, you have to do whatever you can.

Malachi said that he had gone to the village chief's house and that my father had gone out to look for the big black dog. A short time later, Malachi returned.

He was still holding something like a rope in his hand, and I noticed Malachi's face, which had been extremely heavy from the beginning, and had not eased at all.

My father came back at noon and went out for several hours. When he came back, he held a big black dog in his hand. As soon as the black dog reached the gate of our yard, it began to bark.

Then Malachi stood up with one step, holding in his hand the wooden basin he had asked his grandmother to find, and went straight to the big black dog at the gate of the yard.

In Malachi's hand, a wooden knife appeared, and when I reached the black dog, I saw Malachi grab the big black dog and cut the black dog's throat.

Suddenly the black dog's blood flowed out of the hole, and for a moment, the big black dog was silent.

Malachi took the black dog's blood, went straight to the house, and threw the rope he had found before into the black dog's blood.

Then found a big rooster, but also directly killed, rooster blood into the pot of black dog blood inside, and finally cinnabar.

Malachi poured a lot of vermilion into the basin, and when he was done, he breathed a sigh of relief and said.

"Well, wait till evening."

Without saying much, Malachi went straight into the room and sat down over his grandfather's body.

This time, Malachi did not even eat until it was dark.

I saw Malachi pull the rope straight out of the wooden basin, where it had been soaked to a dark color.

Even the moment this rope came out, I smelled a thick smell of blood.

"Go, go inside and help wrap the body."

With a slight twist on the bloody rope in his hand, Malachi's muffled voice was heard, and my dad and I looked at each other and walked directly behind Malachi into the room.

Malachi asked my dad and me to wrap Grandpa's stone in black cloth, and then he took the blood rope out of his hand and started wrapping it around Grandpa's body.

The whole body was firmly wrapped around the blood rope, looking at this scene, my heart sank slightly, I do not know whether it has no effect this time.

When it was all done, Malachi tied the rope in a strange knot, and after a while, I saw Malachi breathe a sigh of relief.

"Carry the dead body to the ancestral grave, I will personally guard the outside tonight."

Malachi said in a deep voice, I will still carry the body, but tonight, without any accident, straight to the grave.

And Grandpa's grave is the same, there is no trace of passive, but grandpa's body is still strange out of the grave.

My father and Malachi began to dig the grave, and once again buried Grandpa in the coffin, and Malachi's heavy voice was heard.

"Brother Li, this is my last resort, if anything else goes wrong, I will really have to burn the body."

With that, we filled the grave and left the ancestral grave directly.

That night, Malachi told us to go straight into the house to sleep, and he carried a stool out into the courtyard, holding a cigarette in his mouth, so that we could sleep peacefully.

Finally, Malachi called me. He told me in a whisper that if anything should happen to him, I should pick up someone at the station in town. He had called ahead.

I was caught off guard by the sound, but Malachi said no more and told me to get some rest.

With Malachi in the seat, our family felt a lot more secure, but I still thought about what Malachi had said, and I still couldn't sleep in my own room.

I slept fairly well that night knowing Malachi was out there.

Until the early morning of the next day, a heart-wrenching roar called me to wake up completely, my whole person at the moment of hearing this sound, suddenly from the bed turned over and sat up.

I clearly heard that it was my father's voice, and my father shouted: Uncle Liang!

I gave birth to an extremely ominous feeling in my heart, directly jumped out of bed, ran outside, to the lobby, I was completely shocked by the scene in front of me frozen in place.

Malachi, dead.