To make the black dog laugh, Grandpa would use both hands like iron clamps to tightly pull the corners of the black dog's mouth to both sides.
The force was so great it seemed to tear the black dog's mouth apart.
This was done solely to force it to produce a bizarre, human-like smile.
"I'm asking you a question!"
Jin Ye's low growl interrupted my reverie.
He gripped my arms tightly with both hands like iron clamps, his whole body trembling slightly as he leaned forward, almost face to face with me.
"Speak up, who is Chen Laogou to you!"
I said it was my grandfather.
"Is Old Man Chen your grandfather?"
Jin Ye's eyes widened, and he took two steps back, staring intently at me.
I felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze and asked, "Mr. Jin, do you know my grandfather?"
Jin Ye's gaze toward me became somewhat strange, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what was strange about it.
He paused for a moment, then asked me, "Does your grandfather still tell fortunes and exorcise evil spirits for people?"
I said, "My grandfather has passed away, and... he didn't know how to tell fortunes or exorcise evil spirits. He was just an ordinary cobbler."
Upon hearing this, Jin Ye suddenly burst into laughter, laughing until tears streamed down his face.
Although I have no feelings for him, he was still my grandfather.
Is it really necessary to be this happy knowing my grandfather died?
Just as I was about to scold him, Jin Ye suddenly remembered something and asked urgently, "Your grandfather is dead, where are the dogs?"
I didn't expect him to ask that question so suddenly, and I instinctively replied that the dog was dead too.
Every year on my birthday, my grandfather would send me to the mass grave on the back mountain to spend the night, and only allow me to come down the mountain the next day.
After going down the mountain, Grandpa would kill a black dog.
Then I was given a bowl of half-cooked black dog blood to drink, and a piece of dog meat to eat.
Sometimes it's the eyes, sometimes it's the heart, and sometimes it's the brain.
By the time I was 21, all 16 black dogs had been killed.
My grandfather died when I turned 22!
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