Chapter Seven, Akin's Fear

I do not understand, but I know that what you are saying is certainly similar to Hokkien. Hokkien itself is divided into many varieties, and the Hokkien person you are referring to may indeed not understand what you are saying

I awkwardly exited A Jin's room with Wang Ba. I didn't even have the courage to say sorry

How dare you act so arrogantly in front of me when you clearly do not understand

"It is indeed true that the current pronunciation of Mandarin has become unrecognizable." I seized the opportunity to point out the flaw in the turtle's speech, finally finding a chance to retort: "You are such a fool"

I understand the meaning of 'wang ba'. My family, the Lao Xu family, has been passed down for only six or seven generations, not even two hundred years, and we consider Jiangxi, Sichuan, and Hubei as our ancestral lands. From this, one can infer that with the continuous migration of foreign ethnic groups in Fujian over thousands of years, who can claim to be the authentic indigenous people today

Wang Dehou said: "The dark energy is at the top of the head, this kind of evil is easy to treat, I can handle it well. However, this woman has dark energy surrounding her waist, neither rising nor falling, it is not an ordinary evil, it is quite fierce"

It is said that A Jin was later pulled away by someone, rolling on the ground, with his limbs convulsing and foam at the mouth. His clothes were torn to shreds by himself, and then he hid in the bathroom, making strange noises. It sounded like crying, yet also like laughing

I asked Wang Ba: "Who did you learn all this nonsense from? You don't even study it properly, yet you come out to show off. This is great, you almost dragged me down with you"

I heard an old Taoist performing a ritual in a haunted house, and it was a word from a spell.

Wang Ba, upon hearing this, scolded me fiercely: "You fool! Why didn't you tell me earlier? Such a simple matter, and you couldn't figure it out. Back in school, you didn't study properly. You're like a sweet potato, completely uneducated."

I do not insist on Wang Dehou anymore. For people like us, it is best not to be together, and we both understand this. Watching Wang Dehou walk away lightly, under such a bright sun, not even a shadow can be clearly seen.

The turtle, of course, was unwilling to accept this and took out an antique pocket watch from his bosom. He said to the couple: "Let us not speak of anything else; let us listen to the sound of the pocket watch."

"Madman, repeat those words again," Wang Ba now spoke in a commanding tone

I, along with Wang Ba, waited for the couple to regain their calmness. I asked Wang Ba, "Should we continue?"

I have already mentioned that what you are saying may not be Fujian dialect, but it is somewhat related to it. What are you listening to? Are your ears growing out of breath?

I will remain silent until the turtle calls for a stop

After the matters concerning the Wang family, I had completely forgotten this small detail. I had once unconsciously uttered these words and had also forgotten them entirely. But now, upon hearing this term, my memories surged into my mind like a flood. I clearly recalled the strange language spoken by the old man Wang at that time. It suddenly dawned on me—what had been a small grievance hidden in my heart was precisely the language spoken by the old man Wang. This subtle peculiarity had been discreetly lurking in my subconscious. It suddenly dawned on me—what had been a small grievance hidden in my heart was precisely the language spoken by the old man Wang. This subtle peculiarity had been discreetly lurking in my subconscious. Because of my instinctive desire to avoid any further connection between myself and the matters of Wangjiaping, I had forgotten.

There is a type of information that has survived tenaciously through the sieve of cultural transformation and has been passed down to the present day

I have also become well-known locally, and many people are aware that I once encountered a malevolent spirit in the cemetery. Fortunately, they are unaware of my subsequent experiences; otherwise, they would be even more eager to inquire about the details of my encounter with the spirit.

I made a light-hearted remark and found an excuse to leave

Understood

The conjecture regarding the pronunciation of the Tang and Song dynasties may not necessarily be accurate. In any case, those professors are paid to fabricate their claims, stating whatever they wish, naively believing that we will all accept their assertions.

I could hear it. I couldn't help but show off: "And I can also speak—Diumu... Kebo..."

I have always had a vague sense of unease about something, and it was brought to light by a person. That person is A Jin

After work in the evening, I was introduced to A Jin and his wife by Wang Bajing

I began to sweat: `` Sichuan ... ... ''

As for the matter concerning A Jin, Wang Ba later inferred, based on what A Jin said during hypnosis and what he had previously "heard" in Fujian, that it could be roughly deduced:

I chuckled, "So you are saying that I am a fool."

"No," Wang Ba said with a frown, "on the contrary, the ancient Chinese of Fujian was transmitted from our side."

I have another question: "You said that the ancient incantations of Fujian and the malevolent spells from our mainland are of the same kind, which I believe is correct. However, this language, I once heard another person—who is a human, not a ghost—speak it as well"

I looked at Wang Dehou with great confusion, wondering if there was really no problem with A Jin's wife at all

After I sat down, I looked towards Akin's room. Through the window, I saw a figure moving inside, likely disturbed by the earlier commotion, which had awakened Akin's child. They were trying to soothe the child to sleep

A Jin said, this is our Fujian dialect, meaning fool

In fact, the above text can be summarized in one sentence: "A Jin, the jeweler, is from Fujian"

"You son of a dog, you studied well back then, yet how come you still fail every semester just like me?" I retorted, "What does this have to do with studying? What does it have to do with culture?"

In the room, there is the dry laughter of A Jin's wife, "gagagaga," along with A Jin's Fujian dialect.

The indigenous women who linger in this world have firmly remembered hatred through their language. All languages will change, but the language that records hatred and curses, due to its profundity, remains unaltered and is passed down through generations, evolving into incantations that no one can understand

Where did Wang Ba learn these wicked arts? In the two or three years since his graduation, what exactly has he learned that I have not been informed about? I am perplexed.

The turtle and I have become accustomed to arguing, and sometimes such disputes actually help in exploring matters. Therefore, the turtle does not mind my interjections and continues: "Historical records document the migration of populations moving southward, particularly the chaos caused by the Five Barbarians during the Northern and Southern Dynasties and the relative stability of the Southern Song Dynasty, which are the most famous examples. In fact, I believe that the process of the Central Plains ethnic groups migrating southward may have begun a very long time ago, even before it was recorded in historical texts"

As soon as I saw the turtle, I lost my composure and began to feel afraid. A thought crossed my mind, and with determination, I shouted at A Jin and his wife: "Suo Mo... just look at Mu Lian... scattered branches and bones, dead and soft..."

Upon hearing this sound, the Akin couple was so frightened that they lost their composure. Akin's mouth opened wider and wider, his face began to contort, the veins on his forehead stood out prominently, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans began to trickle down.

I see that Wang Ba is in a state of distraction, speaking incoherently, and it is clear that Wang Ba is truly afraid

What does it mean? Is it not a fusion of ethnicities?

The turtle said: "Enough, it is already enough"

The turtle was indignant, "It is not my fault; that thing is just too wicked. I truly cannot handle it."

Jiang ... ... Xi ... ...

Fujian dialect is one of the oldest languages in Chinese. Wang Ba paused and said, "What we are speaking now is the Chinese language that has evolved after thousands of years. Although it is all Chinese, the pronunciation has become completely different."

The bagua mirror is very small, measuring one inch in square circumference. The A Jin couple probably believed in the existence of the turtle only after seeing what was inside the mirror. I am also quite puzzled about when the turtle was taken out for them to see. I really did not pay attention to this detail. Moreover, the turtle must have also discerned the psychological weaknesses of the A Jin couple.

When did you go to Fujian? I don't remember it at all

Wang Ba hurriedly shouted: "Stop, quickly stop..."

When I cannot sleep, I still carefully recall the scene at that time. I do not seek a thrill from these memories. Rather, for such a long time, I have felt that this matter has not been completely resolved, and there seems to be something very important that I have yet to understand. However, I cannot remember what that matter is.

Wang Ba was at a loss, "What to do, what to do..."

Do you know what it is

Wang Ba said, "I am not trying to scare you." Wang Ba downed a glass of beer in one go, "This matter is not something we can intervene in."

The strange language I spoke unconsciously, although I knew it was not anything good, I was too lazy to delve into its meaning since I did not understand it. Now, the turtle has revealed the meaning of that incantation. I feel very uncomfortable inside.

In a place where violence prevails, malevolent and wicked deeds are, of course, more frequent

I am a madman, please come to exorcise him. Wang Ba is once again talking nonsense, gesturing with his hands as he speaks: I see that you all have some issues as well, so I might as well help you perform some rituals.

I agree with Wang Ba's theory: "The living space is limited, and there is no way around it; only the strong can survive"

The strange language recited by Old Master Wang, although I could not understand it, felt incredibly familiar to me. I found myself involuntarily reciting along with Old Master Wang: "More expensive than the first... ... Coming out of the mountain to replace the common... ... Alive and jumping without loss... ... Zha Pu peach... ... Because of a certain comparison to Mi Mi Su Mo... ... Ultimately returning to look at Mu Lian... ... Scattered branches and bones dead and soft... ... "

Four people had a meal and arrived at the place where A Jin and his wife lived. A Jin and his wife also resided in a shopping mall, which was actually not completed; half of the building was still in a state of disrepair. Some of it was rented out cheaply to business tenants, serving as warehouses or residences. After A Jin and his wife lulled their pair of children to sleep, they began to perform rituals, or at least I thought they were putting on a show.

How did you hear about it

What does this have to do with the Akin couple! I was just about to say a few derogatory words about the turtle when I suddenly realized: language, that is the key to this matter—language. The turtle is actually speculating on the changes in language based on historical events.

I am furious: "If you lack the ability, do not take on these tasks. We almost had an accident just now"

It is even older than the Fujian dialect, so A Jin cannot understand it

Wang Ba drank several glasses of beer in succession before his mood finally calmed down. He has a poor tolerance for alcohol, and his face was flushed. His words were slurred as he said: "Let me give you a piece of advice..."

I still want to ask Wang Dehou, but Wang Dehou waved his hand and said, "Don't ask me anymore, your life is quite resilient, go find out for yourself, don't involve me, I don't have many years left to live, I don't want to get into trouble."

I shouted: "If you continue to play tricks on me, I will not go back to help you."

The process of immigration is essentially the process by which the invading race assimilates the local indigenous population. Wang Ba, seeing that I understood, continued to speak. The southern migrating ethnic groups hold an absolute cultural advantage, and the indigenous people are unable to resist.

You forgot, during the summer vacation after finishing second grade and before entering third grade, I only reported back during the National Day holiday

Wang Ba is now well-equipped. He lit a candle and burned some clear oil. There is also a small bronze gong, which he gently struck. As the sound of the gong faded, the room became very quiet, not the ordinary kind of quiet, but a silence akin to stillness

Upon hearing me say this, A Jin immediately became spirited, his eyes shining with excitement, "Of course, of course, do you want to go and have a look? I will give you a good introduction, it's on me."

I feel quite embarrassed; Wang Ba is still tidying up his affairs. Seeing his disheveled appearance makes me feel ashamed for him

"It is not a human that can speak," I was corrected by Wang Ba, "It is a ghost that can speak, and it is a ghost that has existed for a very long time"

My curiosity has greatly increased, and I am eager to inquire about what is happening with Wang Dehou.

Indeed, the history of recorded sound is quite short, lasting only about a hundred years, whereas written words and images have been able to endure, with information generally not being lost. How ancient Chinese was truly spoken remains a mystery to all, unless one were to travel back in time in a time machine to personally listen.

In 1999, I was in my early twenties, working as a security guard in a shopping mall in the Three Gorges area. Six months ago, I experienced the most bizarre event of my life. As time passed, a few months went by, and my fear of that incident gradually diminished. I no longer had nightmares every day, reliving the terrifying scenes from that time.

The turtle began to fluster, continuously pulling out various items from its body, lighting incense, drawing talismans, and even taking out a small wooden sword about two to three inches long. The turtle grew increasingly anxious, and in a moment of tremor, it knocked over two oil dishes, hurriedly setting them upright again, relighting the fire, but its hands were unsteady, causing oil to spill all over the ground

I asked Wang Ba: "Are you saying that A Jin is cursed by this ancient spell? But A Jin himself is also an indigenous person from Fujian, and his wife is a Hui'an woman"

A Jin said just these two sentences, and I seemed to see Old Master Wang again, reciting those words to me. While reciting, he smiled at me happily. After going through the matters of the Wang family, my mindset changed a bit, and I found myself imagining Old Master Wang, surprisingly without any feelings of fear. Even Old Master Wang's smile infected me, and I felt inexplicably happy in my heart; in my happiness, I also began to smile.

Starting with the unique residential structures of Fujian— the Hakka roundhouses. Today, the roundhouses of Fujian have become a model of ethnic customs and culture. ... Books, publications, and television incessantly introduce the rationality of this architectural structure: reasonable ventilation, reasonable lighting, reasonable drainage, and reasonable spatial arrangement ... . ... Yet, they place the most important function at the end.

and it is very old

I will explain the meaning of ethnic integration... Wang Ba said: "It refers to the invading nation occupying the fertile lands and houses of the indigenous tribes, killing all the males of the enemy, sparing not even the infants, and seizing the young women of the enemy tribe... Then, with a sense of justification, they believe that they have integrated the other nation, and of course, some of the descendants also possess the genes of the indigenous people, but they come from the maternal line... This is ethnic integration."

Wang Dehou said: "I do not understand"

An ancient language, spoken by only one kind of person

Wang Ba said: "You stubborn fool, do you still not understand this matter? What evil is there? You dog of a person, I told you to study, yet you insisted on herding cattle."

It turns out that he is a periodic schizophrenic patient

A Jin seems to dislike his daughter, as the preference for sons over daughters is quite pronounced among the people of Fujian. It appears that his wife can no longer bear children, so he purchased a young boy. The boy is only 2 years old, and A Jin spent 20,000 yuan to buy him from a trafficker

At that moment, a strange incident occurred. Akin suddenly pulled out a wooden stool from beneath him, raised it, and began to beat me violently. I was still immersed in an inexplicable joy, completely unprepared for Akin's aggression, and was struck several times on the head with the wooden stool, causing it to bleed, without even realizing it.

This is the latter half of the strange incantation that I remember. I thought, even if the Akin couple heard this, and the sow went mad and beat me up, it would still be better than him and his wife being possessed by a ghost

The ancestral hall of A Jin's Chen family and another family separated by a mountain have been embroiled in disputes over water sources and farmland for generations, leading to deep-seated enmity. During the Cultural Revolution, when A Jin was just a few years old, the Chen family's ancestral hall finally dealt with the other family. At that time, the country was in chaos, and violent struggles were commonplace. The leader of the rebels in the county had some connections with the Chen family. Taking advantage of this, the Chen family eliminated their long-standing rivals. However, there was an old woman from the opposing family who, at the moment when the Chen family occupied their territory, cast a curse on A Jin's family using an ancient incantation. The scene at that time was so terrifying that even a turtle could not fathom its horror.

Then why the hell did you hit me

It is merely a single word, yet it is such a venomous language. Are not some other words even more malicious? I certainly do not wish to utter curses that I do not even understand. Thus, I exchanged glances with the turtle.

When the people of Fujian initially constructed the earthen buildings, there was only one primary function, while other structural designs for daily living were merely ancillary products. The most crucial function of the earthen buildings was stark and pragmatic: the need for defense in times of conflict

The person did not directly deny me. Instead, he changed his approach: "Where are you from?"

I know that A Jin's sudden madness must have a certain connection with the language of the late Wang Laotai that I have learned. Therefore, I do not mind the incident of A Jin hitting me. On the contrary, I am very interested in the two words that A Jin said. It is precisely these two phrases he uttered that prompted me to recall the strange language spoken by the late Wang Laotai

A Jin fell silent, took out a cigarette to smoke, his hands trembling violently. After a long time, he couldn't light it. A Jin slowly said: "Actually, I don't understand."

I was just saying that I saw a fat man sitting in a chair smiling at me (I dared not mention the name of Lord Wang, as I had promised Wang Dehou not to). Suddenly, I heard a very familiar voice: "Kanda Pig..."

Wang Ba thought for a moment and said, "Madman, I have considered it. The words spoken by Wei the Blind are not heard by ordinary people; the fact that you can hear them should not be a coincidence." Wang Ba suddenly became excited and exclaimed, "I said it from the beginning, your fate is quite peculiar, I wasn't wrong, was I"

Wang Ba, after speaking, tilted the wooden sword towards the oil lamp, as if stirring up the wind, extinguishing the flames on the oil lamp. Holding the wooden sword, he attempted to reignite the fire, but after several flames from the oil lamps were successively extinguished, no matter how he tried, he could not relight them. Suddenly, the paper talisman on the wooden sword ignited inexplicably, and Wang Ba could not control the flames, nearly burning his own sleeve. In a panic, Wang Ba hurriedly threw the wooden sword to the ground. The paper talisman on the wooden sword ignited inexplicably, and Wang Ba could not control the flames, nearly burning his own sleeve. In a panic, Wang Ba hurriedly threw the wooden sword to the ground.

Throughout Chinese history, there have been many large-scale population migrations, primarily due to warfare. The population from the Central Plains migrated southward from the north, with those traveling the farthest reaching areas such as Guangdong and Fujian

Wang Dehou took a deep breath and said: "Take me to see him."

The turtle said: "Those so-called strong individuals are, in the face of the northern nomadic tribes, merely lambs at the mercy of others"

Do you know what it means

Diopu ... ... Koubu ... ... Daigou ... ...

Wei Xiazi once said

There is no need to ask, it is someone from Yichang. It is a question asked knowingly. Without a second thought, I responded with an addition: "The goods are genuine and reasonably priced"

Thus, Fujian, a region characterized by frequent migrations of foreign ethnic groups, is the place where the most 'integration' occurs

Have you become smarter? Although Wang Ba is laughing, the atmosphere has become more somber. Classical Chinese will also evolve in Fujian.

Where is your grandfather's grandfather from

The curse! Both Wang Ba and I thought of it at the same time

A Jin said: "It means useless, similar to a fool"

Are you kidding me? What do you mean by both this and that? I'm dizzy, being called a fool by a turtle.

This matter has been weighing on my mind for half a year, causing me great distress. Whenever I see A Jin, I always feel something is off, perhaps it is because I have been influenced by Wang Dehou's advice, leading to preconceived notions.

The turtle does not ask anymore, "I heard that all the people from Jiangxi came from the big locust tree in Hongdong County, Shanxi."

Recently, the daughter of a family near the shopping mall died from drug use. The family found the circumstances of their daughter's death to be very suspicious. They invited Wang Dehou to conduct a ritual.

The turtle said: "How could I be so fortunate as to encounter a master with true skills? Aren't these spells all learned from books?"

"Do you already know the reason?" I asked Wang Ba

Understood, but I can't manage it. It's not that I'm incompetent; I believe there is no one in this world who can handle it... Perhaps someone can, but I don't know who that is... Hmm... Certainly, no one can manage it...

You did not deceive me

You worthless fool! I have already seen that you are a half-baked individual: You, with no skills whatsoever, should not meddle recklessly

Indeed

I asked again: "Is there no half stroke?"

A Jin and his wife were hypnotized by a turtle

What does this have to do with A Jin and his wife? Why are you going off on such a tangent? I interrupted Wang Ba

From beginning to end, his wife said nothing, merely stood by him, waiting for him to have his fill of chaos, and then cleaned up after him

The written form of the Chinese language has not changed much in the past two thousand years since the small seal script. Wang Ba is indeed very strong in this regard; he continued, "However, the pronunciation of ancient Chinese has certainly undergone a complete transformation."

Such a logically unfounded reason, I can't believe he actually said it. I thought to myself: only a fool would believe what you say

On the day of the incident, I do not remember how many times A Jin had listened. One thing I can be certain of is that A Jin only spoke during that occasion when I was talking.

At the beginning, I was unwilling to say anything, but now, I have become calm and composed, and I have started to boast about my experiences in front of others. I am someone who enjoys exaggerating, describing the scene at the cemetery in an incredibly exaggerated manner, speaking in a way that is both fanciful and ornate. As I recount the story more frequently, I even manage to grasp the plot, allowing the narrative to rise and fall, guiding the emotions of my audience. However, I do not mention a word about what happened at Wang's home.

A chill ran through me: "Are you saying that the language I heard from the ghost is Classical Chinese? Is it the Classical Chinese that came from Fujian?"

Moreover, the eyes have started to turn red

I have completely understood the meaning of 'Wang Ba': a message of hatred

I find it quite strange that Wang Ba has now become like a charlatan, so adept at deceiving people. With just a single sentence, he can make others submit completely. I suspect there is something amiss. Upon closer inspection of Wang Ba's hand, I indeed found him holding a bagua mirror. This Wang Ba, after just a few months of absence, has already started equipping himself with tools. It seems he is determined to become a charlatan.

I followed the instructions: "More expensive than the first... ... Coming out of the mountain to replace the common... ... Alive and well without any loss... ..."

A Jin and his wife are from Fujian

I happened to overhear, and I scoffed, pointing out the shortcomings of others, "You must have gone out of your way to inquire, I knew you wouldn't have any good intentions in Fujian."

Wang Ba was fiddling with the oil dish while threading the wooden sword through the paper talisman. He casually reassured me, "No problem, no problem, how could I possibly not handle this?"

The pronunciation of Classical Chinese has not been heard by modern individuals, making it impossible to ascertain what the pronunciation was like in ancient times. Some scholars deduce the pronunciation of Classical Chinese based on the subtle traces of changes in the characters, but they can only speculate up to the Tang and Song dynasties; beyond that, it becomes quite difficult

Wang Dehou said, "There is a strong aura of dark energy around his daughter-in-law." After pondering for a moment, Wang Dehou added, "I suppose the dark energy around A Jin is even more intense."

The couple must have recalled some strange events just now, and it took quite a while for them to feel better. Looking at the expression of Wang Ba, it is evident that the trust is not as strong as it was at the beginning

I have heard of hypnosis before, and I have heard people speak of it in a way that seems almost magical. I do not understand how a perfectly healthy person can be hypnotized and manipulated at will. Now that I have witnessed it, it is even more bizarre than I had imagined. Moreover, it was performed by the very person who once slept beside me, which leaves me feeling quite unsettled.

This accent is precisely the accent of Old Master Wang from that time. It is very close. Moreover, I suddenly recalled something that I had always felt was amiss—that is, the few sentences in an incomprehensible language that Old Master Wang spoke to me.

A Jin also laughed: "Who told you to speak so insincerely? Every time you say something, it's different."

A Jin has a daughter who is four years old. A Jin does not like her at all. Beating and scolding are commonplace. His wife is busy with her business while also taking care of the child, and during busy times, it is inevitable that she becomes neglectful. One time, his daughter was playing on the stairs of a shopping mall and, for some reason, she stuck her head through the gap in the aluminum railing and could not pull it back. She was crying loudly on the stairs. My colleagues and I tried many ways but could not get her out. The aluminum railing was unforgiving, and seeing the little girl's head stuck so badly, we dared not pull her back any further. Just when we were at our wits' end, A Jin arrived. Upon seeing his daughter trapped, for reasons unknown, he impulsively kicked her in the butt. Then he grabbed her shoulders and forcefully yanked her back, and she was pulled out, but both of her ears were bleeding profusely. I could not bear to watch and rushed up to hit A Jin. Before A Jin could be hit, he begged for mercy.

A Jin's business is doing well; it is estimated that this trade has no shortage of livelihood worldwide. A Jin rarely melts gold and makes jewelry himself; it is his wife who manages the business every day.

Wang Ba began to recount what he believed had happened to A Jin

I want to ask that Wang Dehou from the Tongyin Division for clarification, but I truly do not wish to see him again. I even less want to go to Wangjiaping to find him; I swear, in this lifetime, I will not urinate in that direction.

You understand, right! I really regret not asking Wang Ba earlier

I originally did not want to have any further dealings with Wang Dehou. However, when I saw him passing by the mall, I greeted him and then asked, "At that time, I was possessed; did you understand the words I was saying?"

Do not be fooled by A Jin's fierce demeanor towards his wife and daughter; he is terrified of outsiders.

Wang Ba said, "A Jin and his wife are from Fujian, so of course we have to start from here!"

I do not understand

Why does A Jin spend his days gambling, drinking, and consorting with prostitutes? Perhaps it is only in those moments that he can momentarily forget the immense fear brought upon him by the curse. Why does he get angry when he sees his daughter? There is only one reason for this choice: the Chen family is afflicted by one of the curses, which is one of the most well-known curses among us Chinese people

However, Wang Dehou saw A Jin's wife from a distance, took a glance, and then pulled me away. Wang Dehou said to me, "There is no need to look at him in person." Wang Dehou's face was very grim, "Just looking at his wife is enough. As for this couple, you should keep your distance from them."

When will Akin finally listen to me talk about this nonsense? I really don't remember, but he has listened to it more than once. Every time I tell it, he even hands me a cigarette.

I do not understand why so much space is devoted to slowly explaining A Jin's identity Perhaps it is my habit to deliberately slow down the storytelling process

In reality, it was the opposite; Akin and his wife immediately believed a nonsensical remark from Wang Ba. "Master, can you really do it? Thank you, thank you."

I saw his eyes starting to turn red again. I thought to myself, this is not good. I quickly tried to change the subject: "I heard you went to the Belle Époque yesterday, and the ladies inside are said to be very beautiful."

I have mentioned the matter concerning A Jin

The usually timid and frail A Jin had completely transformed at this moment, his eyes red and his eye sockets seemingly about to bleed. Holding a wooden stool, he struck me wildly, shouting: "Cursed you, cursed you, cursed you..."

Indeed, the turtle's forehead was beaded with sweat as it slowly said: "Utterly dead!"

I also want to listen; the ticking of the pocket watch's hands is very pleasant, making it hard to resist the urge to listen closely. I leaned in. The turtle said to me: "Madman, go over and bring me a cup of water to drink"

Where is your grandfather from

I turned to pour tea into the cup. By the time I returned after pouring it, Wang Ba was gently speaking to the couple: "Look at this watch..."

Seeing that even Wang Dehou dared not get involved in this matter, a sense of worry began to spread within me, leaving me feeling uneasy. After all, there is still some connection between the strange words that A Jin spoke in his madness and what I had mentioned.

The Qian family occupied the Zhao family's house, claiming it as their own; later, the Sun family seized the Qian family's house, and over time, they also believed that this house belonged to them. The Li family wiped out the Sun family, and after two generations, the descendants still thought that this house had always been their ancestral property... Wang Ba muttered to himself.

"Stop." Wang Ba interrupted me, "What did you just say? Say it again."

Such conversations often occurred between Wang Ba and me back in the day. We would frequently sit at a table in the library during evening study sessions, discussing some peculiar questions. Others could not understand us and regarded us as madmen, babbling nonsensically

Well, let me tell you, the nonsense you are speaking is indeed not Fujian dialect, but it is related to Fujian dialect

I said again: "Then the language I spoke that day was also Fujianese. Moreover, it was not pleasant-sounding Fujianese, and that is why you hit me"

The matter of the strange language was finally clarified for me through Wang Ba's analysis. However, when Wang Ba and I returned from the city, the couple had already left the mall, and it was unknown where they had gone. They did not disclose their next place of residence to anyone.

All of the above were told to me by others later. At that time, I was also in a daze, probably not much better than A Jin

Indeed, you mentioned that you went to Fujian. I was wondering why you didn't invite me.

The door to the room is closed. However, an unknown wind has blown the small flame on the oil lamp, causing it to flicker erratically. A Jin's voice is becoming increasingly rapid, yet it is still a language I cannot understand. That language is similar to the incantations I have heard before. It should be Hokkien.

One should marry a Huian woman. This statement is absolutely correct

The words spoken by a ghost

This is not surprising; it has been said that it is an ancient spell. Since a spell can curse a person, it can certainly also save a person. Wang Ba continued, "I have been to Wei the Blind many times, yet I have never heard him mention these words."

I am at a loss for words, I almost want to punch him a few times. After reading a few misguided books, he brings those ideas into reality; isn't that deserving of a beating

I have asked A Jin more than once if he could introduce me to a Hui'an woman who is as virtuous and beautiful as his wife

A Jin's wife no longer smiled, her eyes wide open, staring intently at me and Wang Ba. Her expression was numb. A Jin, on the other hand, continued to chatter away, his voice growing louder and faster.

A Jin does not have the surname Jin; in fact, his surname is Chen. He is dark, thin, and unattractive, with a short stature. He has rented a small space near the entrance of a shopping mall, where he set up a table to engage in the business of crafting gold and silver jewelry. A sign in front of the table reads "A Jin Jewelry," which is why everyone calls him A Jin

A Jin chuckled and said to me: "We Hui'an women are not so easy to marry. We Hui'an women do not marry outsiders"

At this time, my classmate Wang Ba from my school came specifically from the city to find me due to a certain matter. He wanted me to accompany him to the city to lend a hand. (This assistance is not easy to provide, and I will explain it later)

I have a general understanding; I can understand a little bit of Fujian dialect, as I once stayed in Fujian for a period of time

"扣波 ... ... 扣波 ... ..." Wang Ba said in a calm voice: "I have heard this phrase, two years ago."

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this statement, A Jin and his wife did not go mad, nor did they continue to make strange movements and expressions. Instead, they gradually became more aware.

A Jin's wife was continuously crying, her eyes closed. A Jin, on the other hand, was speaking in a language I could not understand. Wang Ba took out a plate from his bosom, poured in some clear oil, and lit it. He took out three or four in succession.

The turtle said: "Fusion, hum hum, fusion, what a beautiful word."

Wang Ba made a gesture, and I stopped

Therefore, A Jin also could not understand, but he knew it was not good words

"It is certainly not a good thing." Help me connect, Wang Ba.

At a roadside stall near the mall, we ordered some late-night snacks and barbecued dishes, and had a few beers to ease our nerves

It should be.

Wang Ba is somewhat more knowledgeable than I am and understands a great deal. When we were together in the past, I learned from him like a student. It has been a long time since we last met, so I shared with him the things I said in a fit of madness, as well as the matters concerning A Jin.

I did not ask him directly. Instead, I pretended to be relaxed and chatted with him. I asked him what "Kandazhu" means.

At least that terrifying scene has haunted A Jin for nearly thirty years, rendering him unable to hear any similar cursed sounds without going mad. That curse has condemned A Jin and his wife to never return home, destined to wander endlessly. The dark energy will never dissipate, and A Jin has even transmitted that curse to those around him, such as his wife. This is the reason why Wang Dehou and Wang Ba advised me to keep my distance from A Jin, as my fate attracts spirits, and I should not provoke disaster. The curse on A Jin is as formidable as that of Old Lady Wang, and it is not something to be trifled with.

Wang Ba said: "I understood about half of what A Jin just said, and combined with some rumors I heard in Fujian before, I can already guess what the reason is"

Wang Ba said: "The two sentences you mentioned, 'Kan Da Zhu' and 'Wu Ban Pie', are they in Fujian dialect?"

They are people from Fujian at the end of the 20th century. When you talk about events from thousands of years ago, why don't you add a term like LONGLONGAGO...

This matter has always been a question, lingering in my heart. I want to ask A Jin, but I am afraid it will trigger his mother's madness. During that time, I was constantly feeling downcast

Cut off the line of descendants! (The end of A Jin's fear)

"Keep your distance from those two." I interrupted him, saying lazily. This was something Wang Dehou had told me half a year ago.

It is Akin, because Akin said another phrase: "Not a single stroke..."

From the expression in Wang Ba's eyes, I saw the same expectation as mine: he also wanted to clarify the matter concerning A Jin. However, his purpose was different from mine: he was eager to learn and enjoyed probing into various mysterious arts of the world. From the words of Wang Dehou, it was clear that there were significant issues concerning A Jin and his wife. Wang Ba was very interested, and without my suggestion, he would actively inquire about A Jin.

A Jin's wife stopped crying and began to laugh, although it was laughter devoid of any joy. This is when I started to worry; it seems that A Jin's wife is even more unhinged than A Jin himself. I asked Wang Ba, "Are you capable of doing anything or not?"

I turned my head in search of the source of the syllables

Because he had heard it before. Wang Ba continued, "I think when he heard it previously, he was greatly stimulated. That is why he fell ill and hit you"

When attacking others, the seized grain must be stored in the enclosure. When others attack oneself, the enclosure becomes a fortress. It is that simple

Therefore, the process of ethnic migration is the process of indigenous peoples being integrated with foreign ethnic groups

That must be an extraordinary person, possessing exceptional skills and of unknown origin. Take me there to pay a visit

In other words, I said: "Those words are ... ... "

During that time, I enjoyed telling stories about seeing ghosts. I would often have a crowd of people around me, gesticulating animatedly among them. If I was interested in a beautiful girl, I would invite her out alone, have a meal, and in the evening go to the park by the riverbank to view the Yangtze River. When the night grew quiet, I would tell ghost stories, which proved to be highly effective.

As before, the two individuals gradually sorted through this matter

What does it mean? I looked at the expression on the turtle's face and knew that it was not something good

I found an opportunity, and when no one was around, I invited A Jin to my duty room. A Jin expressed his apologies for what happened that day, saying he was sorry; he has had epilepsy since childhood, which is what we in Yichang refer to as "sow madness".

The most important thing for me every day is to share my experiences with those who are curious. Sometimes I intentionally speak very slowly, or I deliberately fabricate some fictional details, stretching it out until mealtime. Those who wish to hear me finish will generously invite me to have hot pot.

What reason do I have to deceive you

But we cannot find A Jin, and we do not know where he has gone to indulge in his pleasures

No more nonsense. Let's get to the point

A Jin and his wife saw the embarrassing situation between me and Wang Ba. They did not say a word, as they knew they had been deceived by Wang Ba, the boastful fraud. They couldn't be bothered to pay us any attention

A Jin has nothing to do every day and spends his time playing cards everywhere. Every day, his wife has to prepare meals during her work breaks and bring them to him at the card table. A Jin also enjoys seeking out prostitutes. Once, he was caught by the police while soliciting, and when his wife came to bail him out, A Jin slapped her in front of the police, complaining that she was late in bringing the food

Haha, it makes me very happy and my mood is quite pleasant