Xiaomi was scared when she saw the old lady lying on the bed, so she immediately hid behind me.

If Xie Qirong hadn't pulled me away with a cart, I'd already arrived.

After all, it's one step late.

"Mr. Wu is so sad." I said.

"I'm not sad," Mr. Wu said calmly: "Alan won't have to suffer in the future. She has no friends and only me, and I have only her. We have made a promise long time ago that we will not be sad, not afraid, and not cry, but just for the first and last."

He looked at me and said, "The last time you came, she saw that there was something wrong with you. After you left, Alan said that by the spring of the next year, you will have a 50% chance of something happening, and a 50% chance of nothing. She asked you to be careful of the insects around you."

As he spoke, Mr. Wu looked at Xiaomi, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Xiaomi hid behind me, perhaps because she was afraid that her mother-in-law Alan, who had passed away on the bed, would not dare to show up.

Thinking of the big dumplings, I said, "Xiaomi, go outside and wait for me first. I will talk to Mr. Wu alone."

After Xiaomi went out, he closed the door. Mr. Wu took out a bottle of white wine and said, "Let's drink it, I want to chat with you."

Old lady Alan on the bed had passed away, so Mr. Wu and I were sitting on the edge of the bed.

The wine is a very ordinary low-quality loose wine, very spicy. Master Wu poured two glasses and drank it all in one go.

He told his elders stories and said to me: "Young man, when I was young, I was as brave and greedy as you. I went down to the imperial tombs in northern Shaanxi and Shaanxi. I couldn't eat enough at that time. The bronze cauldron and bronze ware we dug out were only exchanged for two or three yuan to buy a bag of rice."

"I was 30 years old and was arrested by the whole province. I couldn't make it anymore, so I took the train to Guangxi," said Mr. Wu, looking at the grandmother on the bed, and smiled, "It was there that I met Alan."

"Come on, young man, touch one."

I raised my glass and bumped Mr. Wu.

The poor quality wine poured into my throat, and it had no fragrance, and I just felt burning.

Mr. Wu continued to preach: "Alan, she didn't even speak Mandarin at that time. She was selling cloth shoes with an old Miao girl. She wore big earrings at that time, so beautiful..."

I heard a lot, and at the same time, I also learned from Master Wu what the Gu is, what the Gu is, and what the Paper Woman is.

At that time, I was young and my peers were still in school, and Mr. Wu's words subverted my cognition.

The word "Gu" has a worm on top and a dish below. The dish refers to a container. The word separates it means "the insect is in a container." This container has two meanings, one is a bottle or jar, but a container.

I have believed this kind of thing really exists until now. Many people will disdain and sneer at it when they hear it. I don’t know what to say about it. You can’t believe it, just pretend to listen to me tell a story.

The witchcraft disaster has existed since ancient times. It began to take shape from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period to the peak of the Western Han Dynasty. Later, there were many records in the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, and all of them were written seriously in the law.

"Han Law", "Tang Law", "Da Ming Law" and "Da Qing Law" are clearly written. Once the Gu was found, they were sentenced for murder. Those who knew about the crime of being killed were exiled. Chao Yuanfang, a famous doctor in the Yuan Dynasty, said in his book: "Gu is a qi of delusion, often takes insects and snakes, hides them in vessels, and eats them for a hundred days, and gets something. The so-called Gu, which is taken with soup and wine, is full of disasters."

Chao Yuanfang said "hide it with a vessel". This vessel, Mr. Wu told me, is a container jar specifically referred to by the Miao people. This kind of jar has a large belly and a small mouth, and its mouth is smaller than that of ancient plum vases.

If you fill the jar with water, because the mouth is too small, the water will not spray down, but flow down drop by drop. Some people who collect antiques in Guangxi and Hunan have received them. They call this kind of jar "Didi Can, Cymbi Can."

Like the gold cans with secondary burial bones, this kind of jar is a small part of it in a certain area, and it is rare that people in the city have never seen it.

Wu Ye said that Miao people and Miao villages were divided into two types. One was Miao and Han people living together. This kind of village had radios, sewing machines, and even cooked rice with rice cookers. This kind of village did not have the rules of Miao people, and it was just an ordinary village.

There is also a kind of Miao Village hidden in the mountains and mountains, isolated from the world and unable to find it even if you get lost. The villagers have their own clothes and language, they are very poor and have no electricity. The Miao Girl here has big earrings and the ear piercings are particularly large, and they have been widened over the years.

Miao girl sang folk songs and was hospitality, which was the first type of village.

The second type is not like this. They are xenophobic and have never been out of the mountain in their lives. There are gu women who can gu in this kind of village, also called grass ghost women.

In the northwestern Hunan and the south of Guangxi, if anyone is unlucky in the mountains and enters such a village, it will be in trouble. Even if he can escape and return to the city, he will not be able to survive for a year.

Because I may have eaten something, after a year, I had a hydronephrodisiac and hepatic fluid, and my belly was dead. After death, I had dissected my intestines and feces.

Alan’s mother-in-law was a man there, and her mother was the guwo from Laomiao Village.

Later, Alan followed Mr. Wu, the tomb robber, to convict him for life and eloped away from Miao Village.

There are three types of guwo women. The number of female guwo women accounts for 90%. The female guwo is called Guicao Po, the one who removes the guwo is called Zhipo, and the one who removes the guwo is called Chicken Po. Why is male guwo a chicken? There is a saying that it is good at submitting guworms from chicken manure, and there is also a joke that says that because it is a man, there is something on his body, so he is a chicken.

If you want to remove the Gu, you must first know what Gu you are being slapped.

To distinguish Gu and use medicine is to take a look at Gu people's feces.

Shit, you can't pull the ground and grab it with your hands. That's so disgusting, so you have to put a piece of paper on it.

If you use paper to block it, you can recognize a Gu by looking carefully, so it is better to call it "Paper Po", otherwise, wouldn't it be called "Shi Po"?

Modern ascariasis, schistosomiasis, ahwabasiasis, etc. were considered to be Gu in ancient times. Many people need to test feces when they go to the hospital for treatment. Look at the same with the same thing as Zhipo. The difference is that one uses a machine and the other uses human eyes to add experience.

Grandma Liu Lan means that there may be insects in my body and symptoms will appear next spring. She said that if I catch a cold in spring, I will go to see Doctor Miao.

I was really scared at that time. Who was not afraid of hearing that there were bugs in my body? (Except Xie Qirong?)

Now that Liu Lan has passed away, what should I do? Even if I take the paper to the toilet, she can't look at the paper anymore. She can't look at the paper how to save me.

Mr. Wu was a little drunk when he was fake wine. She blushed and said, "Nian... Young people don't panic. If you are really infected with the insect, there will be insects in your body, you will not be in trouble in a short time, because insects also need time to grow. Give it some time."

I said, Mr. Wu, stop talking, I want to scare me to death.

Mr. Wu shook his head, got up and walked to his deceased wife.

"Alan knows there is no way to help you. If you want to make sure you are in trouble now, she said she gave me a solution before leaving, which has a success rate of 30%.

I immediately sat up and asked, "What's the solution?"

"Eat egg yolks." Mr. Wu said.

"Eating egg yolks? That's that simple?"

"Simple?"

Mr. Wu shook his head and said it was not simple. Alan said that you have to eat at least three kilograms of dry egg yolks at a time. You cannot chew them, and you have to swallow them all from your throat.

I said that's not OK. When I was a child, I would vomit when I took medicine, and I had to use candy to dip my mouth. The egg yolk was so big and soft that I broke it when I touched it. How could I swallow it intact?

"It's not for you to swallow it directly," Mr. Wu waved his hand and said, "You have to swallow it with something, so that it won't be broken."

"Put it in a bag? What to use? Plastic bag?"

At this time, Mr. Wu hesitated and said in a low voice:

“There is a good thing to use.”
Chapter completed!