Just when I was surprised, a heavy voice suddenly came from behind me:

"Don't look at it. Yours is a burn. If you are not allowed to come out, you have to be disobedient."

"Burn? Grandpa, please stop teasing me. Why are burns like this?"

My body became like this, and my tone softened.

"Burns are divided into yin and yang. Yours is a yin injury. The yin evil energy is too strong and has stuck to your body."

While grandpa was talking, he took a big rooster from the yard. This was a chicken that had been raised at home for more than two years.

I grew up eating centipedes and the like. Grandpa said it was called using yin to replenish yang. This chicken looks so majestic and domineering.

At this moment, grandpa gently pressed the head of the big cock, stroked it a few times, made a kneeling posture, and sighed:

"I really want to thank you this time."

I muttered helplessly: "Grandpa, it's just a chicken, there's no need for this, right?"

Grandpa looked at me coldly: "If it weren't for this chicken, you would definitely die today! Do you think it should receive this treatment?!"

After he finished speaking, Grandpa suddenly had a knife in his hand and stabbed the big rooster in the throat.

Blood spurted out and fell into a small bowl.

Even though this was the case, the big rooster was motionless, just standing, and its vitality was not reduced at all.

Later I found out that the yang energy of this big cock was so strong that it could not be exhausted in a short while. This is commonly known as having strong vitality.

When I took out a small bowl of blood, I saw an earthworm-like insect crawling out of my grandfather's sleeve.

The shape is like an earthworm, but thinner, and the body is almost transparent.

I've never seen this bug in a book or on TV.

"This...this is..."

I muttered in surprise, but before I could finish my words, the insect crawled directly on the chicken's neck, and then the chicken blood that had just spurted suddenly stopped, and the vitality of the big rooster did not diminish at all.

Grandpa is a doctor, but I have never seen him treat diseases with my own eyes. Could it be said that he has always treated diseases like this?!

Seeing my surprised expression, grandpa frowned slightly and muttered lightly:

"All things in the world are subject to the cycle of yin and yang. Since ancient times, people have been able to control the power in the world with the help of some talismans and spells.

What you see may not necessarily be real, so what’s the fuss about a bug?

Besides, it looks like an insect, but it’s not an insect, it’s just a way of presentation.”

I don’t understand what grandpa said, but at this time, who can understand it?

If something looks like an insect but is not an insect, is it really an insect?

Thinking about these bugs in the village, although they look like caterpillars, they are bugs I have never seen before. Could they be similar to the bugs in grandpa's sleeves?

While I was thinking about it, my grandfather's hand ran over to me and pinched me.

He hit several places on my body hard, causing the bones in my body to make a creaking sound.

"Yin worms have entered the body, and the turbid air is lingering around. Boy, what did you encounter last night?"

Grandpa frowned slightly and said this. In fact, he was not asking me, he was just talking to himself.

After finishing speaking, he took out a piece of yellow paper from his pocket, and then quickly drew on the yellow paper stained with chicken blood.

The drawings were strange and I couldn't understand what they were, but soon my grandfather wrote on the yellow paper and threw it into the bowl.

He held his sword finger in his hand and pointed around the bowl a few times, making a crisp sound while murmuring:

"With a command, the arrow emits spiritual light, and the blazing sun fire seals the underworld. Today, the yang energy is born here, and all the evil spirits are eliminated! Be as urgent as the law!"

As he finished speaking, the small bowl suddenly trembled, and at the same time, the bowl of chicken blood actually made a beeping sound.

It looked like it was boiling, which was actually the case. The chicken blood was bubbling and steaming, which looked extremely weird.

"Drink it!" Grandpa handed the small bowl to me without any explanation and said calmly.

I was stunned for a moment and turned pale: "Grandpa, are you kidding me? How can you drink this stuff? It's full of bacteria!"

"Boy, are you stupid from studying? Look what has become of your body? If you want to survive, drink it now!"

After finishing speaking, grandpa forced the small bowl in his hand to me. I frowned, but after thinking about it, my body was already like that.

This is no longer a question that science can explain. Looking at the bubbling chicken blood, I pinched my nose and poured it directly into my mouth.

Hooray!

The moment the small bowl was brought to my mouth, the yellow paper soaked in the chicken blood suddenly burned. At the same time, the chicken blood seemed to make me feel even hotter, making me even a little unsteady in holding it.

This magic-like scene really overturned my world view. I took a deep breath and drank the chicken blood in one gulp.

The chicken blood looked like it was boiling, but I didn't feel the temperature was too high when I took it into my mouth.

On the contrary, after entering the stomach, it made people feel burning. For a moment, it felt as if there were flames burning in my internal organs.

Bah!

The next moment, I suddenly felt cramping in my internal organs, a squeaking sound in my lower back, and even a burning smell.

The small bowl in my hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. I knelt down on the ground, hugged myself with both hands, and trembled all over. I asked tremblingly:

"Grandpa, I feel so uncomfortable. What did you give me to drink?"

But it was not a small bowl or chicken blood, but a big red flower.

But this illusion passed in a flash, and things soon returned to normal.

"Endure the discomfort, this is saving your life!"

After I finished speaking, I felt that my internal organs were churning even more violently. After a while, I vomited out with a loud cry.

When I saw the vomit on the ground, my hairs stood up. All the vomited out were black bugs, still struggling and writhing on the ground.

"ah!"

I screamed again, and the severe pain in my lower back continued. If I could see it, I would see the two black handprints on my lower back.

A large stream of thick black liquid flowed out from inside, followed by bursts of black breath, stirring in the void.

A foul smell filled the air. This smell lasted for a long time before it completely dissipated.

My screams continued until my whole body went limp and I completely lost my strength. Only then did the pain disappear.

I collapsed to the ground like mud, as if all my energy and energy had been sucked away.

I can't understand why I would do this.

But after falling asleep, many pictures flashed in my mind, and many questions arose.

Did I...did I really get out of the coffin last night? How did I get out?
Chapter completed!