He even planned to use his own daughter to bear the backlash of the evil magic in his place.
As Xiuxiu looked at the words on the paper, she suddenly trembled all over and threw the paper effigy of a child boy into the fire pit.
The flames suddenly shot up, casting flickering shadows on her pale face.
Looking at the burning paper figure, Yuan Ying suddenly said softly, "Don't go home tonight, stay at the inn."
...
It was late at night.
Xiuxiu huddled next to me, her face filled with terror.
I was sitting at the counter keeping accounts when I suddenly heard her whisper, "Grandpa, don't you think someone is crying outside the window?"
grandfather?
I'll curse your grandpa.
However, I looked to be in my seventies or eighties at that time, so it wasn't wrong for her to call me grandpa, but it just felt awkward.
I put down my pen and listened intently.
The alley was quiet, with only the sound of the night wind rustling through the green tiles.
But when I turned to look at Xiuxiu, I found her staring straight out the window, as if she were looking at something I couldn't see.
Her lips moved slightly, as if she were talking to someone.
The silver bracelet on her wrist was emitting a faint buzzing sound, as if it were resisting something.
The next morning, when Xiuxiu left, I saw half a burnt yellow talisman sticking out of her shirt pocket.
The incantation for rebirth above was blurred and illegible, but several new blood-written characters appeared.
"The debt has been paid, do not worry about it."
As Yuan Ying watched her departing figure, she suddenly said, "The underworld took away Bald Lao San's lifespan, but didn't take Xiu Xiu's birth date and time. This child has been saved from the brink of death."
As I touched the still-damp vermilion water on the counter, I thought of Xiuxiu's gray hair and suddenly felt that every paper offering in this shop was like a silent witness.
It bears witness to human greed and karma.
Perhaps the story of Bald Old Man San ends here, but the evil in this world and the human heart will never truly be at peace.
But I always had a feeling that things weren't so simple.
Is it really true that nothing happened after just one night's stay?
If I stay in the shop, nothing should happen to me, right?
The following evening, Xiuxiu came to find us again.
This time, she was carrying a clean cloth bag, and her face wore a pale smile of relief, as if she had survived a disaster.
But when she spoke, I felt a chill run through me.
"Grandpa, I dreamt about Dad last night. He was standing in the closet, holding a baby in his arms, and smiling at me."
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