"Cruff" Wang Jingzhe came to the second floor and pushed open a door. A damp smell mixed with mold came over him. When he stepped on the floor, he made a "squeak, squeak" sound. There was a bed, a chair in the room and a simple toilet with a pungent smell of disinfectant.

Putting down the pork head meat and wine in his hand, Wang Jingzhe took off the canvas bag on his back and took out a few unusual-looking kitchen knives and scissors to spread it onto the bed, and then wiped it carefully with a white towel, his eyes full of piety.

Wang Jingzhe is a knife-maker. This title represents a profession. It is said that the most mysterious organization in the folk is, but with the changes of the times and the changes of history, this profession gradually faded from people's sight, but fading does not mean it does not exist.

The people who credit knives have always existed in the world, maybe in some corner, or in the streets or under bridge piers, with old-fashioned kitchen knives and scissors placed on them.

They will also walk among the people, with a few kitchen knives in their backpacks. When they pass and go, they will meet people or things they are interested in. Sometimes they will leave mysterious, puzzled, and ignorant prophecies.

"This place will be flooded in the early spring of next year. You can leave this kitchen knife. When the river floods, all the people in your village will move away. I will come over to collect the money?????"

During three years of natural disasters, a knife-maker came to the Jizhong Plain, which was drought at the time, and then arrived at a village. He told the village secretary who was leading the villagers to dig Guanyin soil and ate the bark of tree bark. He was hungry and said, "You can keep this kitchen knife first. When the disaster is over a year and a half, I will collect the money again."

For such prophecies, the Knife Credit Man has left countless times among the people under the long river of history. If you choose to believe that they will give you a kitchen knife or scissors, they will appear in front of you very on time to collect money when the prophecy is realized.

If the prophecy left behind at that time was not formed, this kitchen knife would be given to you for free.

Of course, I have left the prophecy of the knife-maker from ancient times to the present for countless times, but I have never failed.

One year, the profession of Knife Man suddenly disappeared from the people. That year, the strong wind of reform blew across 9.6 million square kilometers, and many people who were labeled as strange powers and superstitious names were all locked up in a cowshed. That year, Knife Man disappeared from the streets and alleys.

Someone later said that the knife-maker left a prophecy before he disappeared.

"In ten years, the chaos will pass, and the land of China ushers in a new atmosphere??????"

After that, in a flash, it was 1976, and the turmoil had disappeared, just about ten years!

It was midnight, one minute to twelve o'clock.

Two kilograms of pork head meat, a little peanut and a bottle of soju wine all entered Wang Jingzhe's stomach. He burped open the window and looked to the east.

During the day, Wang Jingzhe once inserted a kitchen knife into an old grave and left a passage.

"Three days later, if there is any change in your home, you can come to the hotel next to the train station to find me with this kitchen knife."

A few days ago, an old man from a wealthy family in Caofeidian suddenly suffered a car accident on the highway while traveling. The Volkswagen Phaeton he was riding in was directly hit by a trailer and became a beetle. The three-box car turned into a hatchback, and the people inside were naturally dead. The old man's whole body was squeezed and deformed. The body was pulled into several sections by the twisted body, and it could not be pieced together because some of his limbs were torn into fleshy sections. The latest chapter @B Section/BN Kujiang☆Net tf0

The body was later transported back to Caofeidian. The old man's son was very energetic in the local area, so he found a connection and did not cremate and planned to be buried in his own ancestral grave.

Today is the day of funeral.

In another three days, it will be the first seventh!

Wang Jingzhe stood at the window, pinched a few fingers and muttered in a low voice: "I'm so angry??????"

Three days passed in a flash. According to custom, this night was the first seven of the old man from the rich man from Caofeidian. As the saying goes, the first seven is the night of the soul of the deceased. That night, the soul of the deceased will go home and turn around. The family should burn a ladder or send a sky lantern at home to send the soul of the deceased into the underworld so that he can reincarnate early. If the first seven is not burned, the soul of the deceased will think that his family is keeping him, and he may simply not leave. If this happens, the family may be entangled.

Therefore, in funeral customs, burning the first seven is the top priority.

That night, the moon was dark and the wind was high. In front of a villa in Mission Hills Garden in Caofeidian, Lin Yuan asked his wife to return to his parents' home, and called out his only daughter. He set up a ladder woven with yellow paper in front of his house, with tributes next to him. After paying homage to his father at around 8 o'clock in the evening, he burned the ladder.

"Sher," Lin Yuan drew a match and said to his daughter: "After the burning, you can't keep anyone at home tonight. You and I will stay with you for one night???????? Envy the fish, pay tribute to your grandpa."

Lin Xianyu was wearing a plain clothes and a little sad face. She was about to say goodbye to grandpa to the tribute on the ground. Suddenly, a small wind blew up on the flat ground, and the match that had just been scratching in Lin Yuan's hand was wiped out "puff".

"Sher" Lin Yuan didn't take it seriously, and then drew another one. Before he could get under the ladder, the light wind that had just blown seemed to have turned around and returned, and the match was extinguished with a "pop".

Lin Yuan and Lin Xianyu and his daughter looked at each other, and their bodies were a little stiff. Some things were called coincidences at one time, and it was called a trick again!

Lin Yuan took out a zippo that usually lights cigarettes from his pocket, and his fingers slid on the grinding wheel. After the flames of his little fingers jumped out, he carefully handed them to the bottom of the ladder.

"Puff" For the third time, the zippo flame that could not be blown out with its mouth was extinguished by the wind again. The small wind blew this time clearly exuded a gloomy feeling, which made the father and daughter instantly burst into goose bumps from under their feet to their scalp.

There is a feeling called chilling!

"Are your grandfather planning to leave?" Lin Yuan frowned and said as if he was joking.

"Dad?" Lin Xianyu suddenly pointed to the tributes placed on the ground. His tone was a little shaking and trembling when he spoke. The tributes were Fushou cakes and a few fruits, which were all things that the elderly liked to eat.

Lin Yuan looked down and saw that the fruits in the tribute were originally quite fresh, but they suddenly became dry and as if they had been exposed to the sun in the sun. The piece of Fushou cake became particularly shriveled, and it was obvious that it would cause a lot of damage when you touch it with your hands.
Chapter completed!