The Rural Doctor of the Mountain Spirit

  At night, I stayed at the home of a mountain village woman. In fact, she didn't welcome me very much, but I stuck to her face and she had no choice. To thank her for giving me a place to stay and food to eat, I had to call her "Auntie". Since her body was a bit fat, and I didn't know what her name was, I added a word in front of "Auntie", calling her "Fat Auntie".

  Before arriving at Auntie's house, the family of that child grabbed me and anxiously asked: "What did he say? What did he tell you?"

  I shook my head at them: "He didn't say anything, but I'll stay here to find the one who killed him."

  His family members also asked other questions, but I didn't know the answers to these questions, so I didn't respond. I told them that a person cannot come back to life after death, and it's better to let the child be buried early and rest in peace.

  After leaving his family, another sentence that the child said suddenly echoed in my heart. I asked him what he wanted to say to his family, but the child told me that he died miserably and would definitely come back.

  What does this sentence mean? Will he come back?

  I was probably too tired, I lay in bed thinking wildly, and unknowingly fell asleep. But as I slept, I suddenly woke up. It's very strange, I seemed to feel a wave of fear, it's a feeling that makes your scalp tingle.

  I opened my eyes to find the room pitch black, with only a faint glimmer of light visible through the window. I reached out and lit the kerosene lamp. As soon as the light came on, I saw that there was nothing in the room.

  But I still feel that something is not quite right, and the feeling of horror in my heart remains.

  I didn't think much of it and thought that I was probably like this because I saw the ghost of that little kid during the day. I blew out the kerosene lamp and prepared to continue sleeping.

  But just then I suddenly heard a cry. The cry was very small, but I heard it. It sounded like a woman's voice.

  For some reason, at the moment I heard this shout, a bad premonition arose in my heart. Then, without any consideration, I directly got up from bed and jumped down.

  I ran out of the house and the shouting grew louder. The shouting came from a certain house in the village.

  The village was pitch black and silent, except for this unusually shrill cry. I felt a chill run down my spine at that moment, the cry seemed to be coming from the very house where the child had died during the day.

  For a moment, I felt a chill on my back, as if someone was staring at me from behind.

  I hesitated and retreated, especially when I thought of the child's dead body.

  Just then the shouting grew louder. Then I saw a woman frantically running out of the house where the child had died, rushing towards me wildly.

  She was too fast, I couldn't react in time and had to keep retreating. But at this moment, the woman pounced on me like a madman, knocking me to the ground.

  Taking a closer look, this woman was none other than the mother of that child. I was startled by him and lay on the ground staring at her, somewhat at a loss.

  And this woman was still shouting non-stop at this time, I could feel that her body was still shaking constantly.

  I finally came back to my senses in shock and stared at her foolishly: "Auntie, what's wrong with you?"

  After hearing my voice, she suddenly froze, then stared at me with a terrified expression, stuttering out a sentence: "Son, what's wrong with you? Why can't you rest in peace even after death?"

  I pushed her away, got up and patted the mud off my body. At this time, I had completely calmed down in my heart. I also pulled her up and said: "The dead cannot be revived, Aunt..."

  I think she became like this, probably because of her son's death. Her son not only died but also died in a very tragic way. It's no wonder she became like this. I was originally going to comfort her with a few words, but before I could finish speaking, she suddenly started screaming again.

  And I found that when she was screaming, her two eyes were tightly staring at the back of my body, and her face was completely distorted, as if frightened.

  At that moment, every single hair on my body stood up. I didn't have time to look at her, but slowly turned my head around.

  The village was pitch black, and in my line of sight, only some dark tree silhouettes and house shadows appeared. My line of sight moved among these shadows. However, as I moved along, after passing by a tree, another house appeared in my line of sight again.

  At the door of the house stood a man straight up.

  In an instant, I felt numb all over my scalp. The house was not another house, but the very one where the child had died, and the person was not someone else, but that very dead child.

  At this moment, he is facing us, his head thrown back, straining to look up, his hands stretched out in front of him, straining to stretch.

  He now looks just like he did when he died.

  I was stunned, my mind buzzing with confusion. Even when I was with Wu Xianyi before, I had never seen such a terrifying scene. At this time, the child's mother was still shouting at the top of her lungs.

  It's clear that she was also scared by her own child.

  And I saw in a daze that the little boy suddenly took a few steps towards us. Then, he looked up and stretched out his hand towards us. His hand waved twice in mid-air, then his body fell to the ground with a thud.

  It was probably because the child's mother shouted too loudly that a large group of villagers suddenly appeared around us. At the moment when the child fell, the surrounding villagers screamed like a wave and retreated in all directions.

  I don't know how I got back to bed, and when I woke up it was already the next morning. It wasn't until then that I heard about what had happened the night before - apparently someone had dug up the grave of that little kid. And the thing that appeared in front of the door of the room where the kid died wasn't the kid's ghost, but actually the kid's corpse.

  But in my heart I knew clearly that this child's grave had not been dug up by anyone, it was he himself who crawled out of the grave.

  Suddenly, I was a bit puzzled. Logically speaking, at this time, the corpse of the child should only have a earth soul left, and the responsibility of the earth soul is to guard the corpse. Why was it so restless, controlling its own corpse to crawl back home?

  After last night's incident, the whole village is now in a gloomy atmosphere, with everyone immersed in an uneasy mood.

  I didn't think much and got out of bed and walked out of the house.

  His family had already rearranged the child's body, preparing to rebury him. I didn't dare follow them to take a look, because the movements of that child last night were still vivid in my mind.

  I turned around, and my heart was filled with unease. I walked into the room, took a look around, and found that it was still the same as yesterday, without any difference. But I had a faintly strange feeling, yet I didn't know what exactly felt strange.

  Back in the house, I started flipping through "Ghost Doctor's Art". The book said that the child's behavior yesterday was called "walking corpse", which is similar to fake death but also has some differences. Walking corpse refers to when a child has resentment in their heart and this resentment brings their body back to life.

  Corpse impersonation is different, corpse impersonation is because there is air in the throat that has not been swallowed, this air is also resentment, but corpse impersonation is the soul being completely sealed inside the body, and after corpse impersonation, there is no consciousness.

  As I read this, it suddenly dawned on me. The meaning of what the book said is actually very simple. The reason why that child can walk a corpse is because he wants to tell us something. And the thing he wants to tell us cannot be expressed through his mouth.

  But what does he want to tell us?

  After putting down the book, I wandered around outside for a while. It got dark very quickly. I had dinner at Fat Aunt's house and returned to my own room.

  These days, I've been staying at Fat Aunt's house, eating her food and living in her home, which makes me feel very embarrassed. So during meals, I try to chat with her more as a form of compensation.

  "Child, what did you mean by saying you didn't have a home last time?"

  I didn't know how to answer this question, so I stammered and said: "My parents are both gone, my grandfather is dead."

  Fat Auntie's eyes flickered: "You're really pitiful, encountering such misfortune at a young age."

  I spoke with her, not for her to comfort me. I didn't continue speaking and quickly finished eating before returning to the house.

  Time flew by until deep night, I didn't sleep, but lit a kerosene lamp and came to the door of the house to sit.

  At this moment, the whole village was in a dead silence. The rural people went to bed early, and there wasn't a single household left with lights on. My eyes were fixed motionlessly on the house where the little kid had died, and at that moment, a sudden wave of fear surged through my heart.

  I turned around and in the depths of darkness I saw a figure, a very strange figure.

  The figure walked slowly towards the village with his head raised and hands stretched out in front of him.