Northeast wampee

Some of you know that I am from the Northeast, so I will tell you some stories about the "yellow skin" in the early Northeast. Presumably, many people have seen the ghost blowing lamp and know something about it.

However, there are all kinds of stories about the true yellow skin in Northeast China. Yellow skin is what we call a weasel. Its whole body is very long, which is different from that of a fox. Its face is very small, only the size of a small plate, so some people say that this kind of yellow skin has a "small face", that is, if it has a problem with this thing, it will bear a grudge against you, and this thing often goes to farmers' homes at night, killing chickens without eating, just passing by.

So sometimes weasels are really annoying. Basically, there are only a dozen chickens left in the henhouse it made, and the few that survived haven't laid eggs for a long time.

The most terrible thing is that if you offend a little yellow skin, it will retaliate against you. There is a saying that you are obsessed with yellow skin. People who are obsessed with this thing will die for as short as one or two years and as long as three or five years.

The main symptoms of being fascinated by it are unconsciousness and disorderly speaking, which is getting worse and worse.

In addition, this yellow skin will emit an extremely unpleasant smell from the vicinity of the hepatic portal when it is in danger.

You may be a little tired from nagging so much. Tell a story about it.

There is such a person in the village. From the perspective of my generation, I have to call him Laojiu. He is also one of the few people I know who can get rid of people who are fascinated by Pihuang.

The old uncle I'm talking about has been hunting in the mountains for a long time since his grandfather's generation. At that time, every family was poor, and they ate stick noodles every day and chopped a lot, so people with this hunting technique would go home and improve their lives by picking rabbits and chickens in the mountains. Of course, yellow skin is also a good thing. Its fur is a good material. If you make a dress and a hat, you will make a pair of leather gloves with its skin.

The old uncle in his early thirties just sat on the kang, talking nonsense, and no one could understand him. He also frightened his daughter-in-law Later, he went to ask if he knew what his family did.

After all, when his grandfather was alive, he met an old yellow leather. Because of his age and cunning brain, grandpa missed several shots, as if he had just hurt his fur and finally got into the hole. ...

Because he didn't kill it, it left a curse. My old uncle, his grandfather and his father didn't live long. His grandfather died in his forties, and his father died just after fifty. I heard that his father was possessed by a demon when he died. My aunt was worried after listening to the old people. So young to be a widow?

Having said that, I still can't find a way to save my uncle.

My old uncle coos under the covers all day, and my aunt can only wait on him. That night, my old uncle lying under the covers suddenly sat up and woke her up in a panic.

At this time, the old uncle who sat up seemed to remember something, and quickly said to menstruation, "Daughter-in-law! Wife! Don't go to sleep right away ... it's coming! "

The sleepy old aunt hasn't understood what's going on yet. It seems that my uncle is talking nonsense again.

"In the outhouse, come out and have a look!" After that, the old uncle with limited mobility handed the old aunt a pair of scissors.

At this time, the old aunt pushed open the door and went to the outhouse. All she heard was the bowl "crackling" next to the stove.

The old aunt thought that something might come, but on second thought, she turned on the light quickly. It doesn't matter. She only saw a big tail under the door, and two calves were kicking hard. Before the old aunt caught it, she just saw it and disappeared through the door. ...

It was dark outside, so my aunt couldn't catch up and came back.

However, in the next few days, my uncle seems to be much better and his spirit is normal, but it worries my aunt more. I only heard from the old people that once this thing is provoked, it can't get rid of it. But if it is better, there is only one possibility left, that is, people often say that a period of time is specially arranged for people before they die, so that those who suffer from illness can enjoy themselves for the last time and then die.

My aunt is worried about this, but after several years, I can finally talk to my uncle.

But my old uncle made another mistake. He always said that he had a big pimple on his bare back, so he touched his back.

My aunt doesn't feel anything. Anyway, she's been nervous for so long, and this time it's not bad.

But my old uncle began to whisper in his heart. This is the knot. I didn't expect to drive the yellow skin away last time, and my spirit recovered a lot and my brain became better.

Another night, quite scary. My aunt who was about to sleep was suddenly frightened by her uncle. I only saw him suddenly sit up, his ears seemed to be listening to something, his eyes closed and his eyes rolled from side to side.

"Get up, it's taking our axe!" Because firewood is burned in the countryside, axes are naturally indispensable.

My aunt was shocked when she lifted her pants and walked outside the yard. She only saw her big axe chopping wood spinning in the air.

This is the first time for my aunt to encounter such a strange thing, so she hurried back to the house.

"Old man, old man, what can I do?" Women have no idea at the critical moment.

At this time, my uncle's expression twisted together.

"This is to kill me. After tonight, either it dies or I die! "

Then he touched the big pimple on his back.

My uncle rolled his eyes and let out a low "huh?"

Then as if he had figured something out, his eyes flashed again.

"I'm joking with him. What should I be? So that's the thing, my mother. Go to the vegetable pier and get a kitchen knife! "

My aunt immediately brought him back a kitchen knife, only to see my uncle turn around his neck with something in one hand and a kitchen knife in the other.

My uncle clenched his silver teeth and said, "Come down!"

I only saw my uncle's bare back, and with a swish of a kitchen knife, I instantly cut off a sarcoma the size of a goose egg. My uncle threw the sarcoma on the ground, only to find that it was still smoking yellow and dripping with black water, as if it were alive. It actually twitched on the ground a few times and turned into a pool of blood. ...

It turned out that this sarcoma growing at the back of the neck fascinated my old uncle, and it was big with a yellow belt.

From then on, my old uncle finally lived a normal life, but I also heard his story from the older generation. Although I don't understand what's going on in many places, I think those strange rural legends have been circulating for so long, which may be related to their inexplicable mysterious characteristics. ...

In other words, this yellow skin will never go to him again. He broke the method of yellow leather, and it is said that yellow leather is less harmful than three generations, and it is almost over since his grandfather's generation came here. ...

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Grandpa and grandma are evil.