A. My profession is a warlock. Of course, this is a nicer name. In today’s society, people prefer to jokingly call people who engage in this profession ‘magic sticks’.

Sometimes I feel helpless. After all, there are very few people who truly understand and understand the ‘metaphysics’ left by our ancestors. And because of some taboos, how can the so-called masters be willing to serve ordinary people?

Therefore, people have seen a lot of charlatans, and the term "magic stick" has naturally become popular among people.

I don’t want to be hypocritical. In the past few years, I have done a total of 37 businesses, but the clients I serve are basically either rich or expensive, except for 2 businesses that are special circumstances.

Today, I am free and don’t take any orders anymore. Of course I like money, but the secret must not be revealed. If you have a life to earn, you have to have a life to spend it, right?

It's just that a life that is too comfortable is a bit boring. Looking back on the more than forty years of life I have lived, my only regret is that I feel ashamed of my master, because his family's lifelong wish is just to clear the name of a real warlock.

, can even promote 'metaphysics'.

Is it easy? In today's society, I would say it is really not easy! In fact, the real high-level officials of the country attach great importance to 'metaphysics', and they treasure those who truly know the industry.

But this is something that is kept secret and cannot be known to the common people. Don’t ask why. Anyone who can believe me on this point should just believe me.

Thinking about it, the only thing I can do is to write down my experiences over the years, so that people can understand what a real warlock is like, and let people see what real metaphysics is like.

Of course, I won't write down very specific methods. If this thing could be learned by everyone, it wouldn't be almost lost by now. I don't want to mislead anyone, or even let anyone imitate it out of curiosity.

As for whether the things I recorded are true or not, I just want to say one thing: think about it in comparison with your own life.

Okay, let’s not talk nonsense anymore. Here is what I have compiled about my experiences over the years. For some special reasons, I will give some literary treatment to some key points, and that’s it.

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I am a native of Sichuan. I was born in a poor village in southwestern Sichuan in the winter of 1967. Due to professional taboos, I will not tell my specific birth date, but since it is the introduction to everything that happened, I still have to know.

Let me mention that the time I was born was exactly twelve o'clock at noon, not a second more, not a second less.

Having said this, some people will definitely ask, is it not that mysterious? It’s not more than one second, not less than one second. Who can guarantee it? Even if my dad was holding a watch and staring at the time, he couldn’t guarantee it, right?

This is indeed the truth!

Therefore, what I want to tell you is that this time was later calculated for me by my master based on my horoscope.

I would not doubt anything my master said. Later facts proved that what his family members told me was never missed.

So what’s so special about people born at 12:00 noon? This will be mentioned shortly.

However, I still have to say something first. People who were born around this time period should not panic. In fact, there are not many people born on this hour in China, really.

Let’s continue below.

The winter when I was born was a very cold winter, so cold that my parents are still deeply impressed by it.

Regarding that winter, my dad described it this way: "It was so cold on a dog's day, so cold that even the old hens in the yard were walking on tiptoes."

I can't imagine what a funny sight it would be for a hen to walk on tiptoes, but in my hometown where it hardly snows, such a cold winter is unforgettable, and it is precisely because of the lack of snow that the coldness

Compared with the cold north, it is even more uncomfortable. It is a kind of coldness that is different from cold, damp and cold, cold to the bones.

I was born in such a winter. When I was born, my parents almost thought that I would not be able to survive, especially in such an abnormally cold situation.

Why? There are three reasons.

First, I am very thin. My mother said that when my father held me in his arms, he shouted, "How is this no different from holding a kitten?"

Second, my crying at that time was very weak, and there was no sound at all, as if something was strangling my neck. It felt like I was struggling desperately and panting. The experienced nurse who delivered my baby at that time

, thinking I was choking on the amniotic fluid, they held me upside down and patted me a few times, but it turned out to be useless.

Third, when my dad and Na Wenba were bathing me, they found a birthmark on the back of my head. Ordinarily, birthmarks are not a big deal, but the color of my birthmark was like blood. Look carefully.

At first glance, it looks like an eye.

Rural people are superstitious. At that time, Na Wenpo was a little scared and said: "It's okay that this birthmark looks like an eye. But when I look at it, it looks like it's staring at me? This baby is so weak and has so many marks on his body."

If you have something like this, do you want someone to come and take a look at it?"

My parents hadn’t read much, so when I heard Granny Wen say this and saw my baby behave like this, they were frightened at that time.

Especially my mother, who was very weak right after giving birth to me. She panicked and threw herself on the bed. However, my father still had an idea and asked quickly: "Mother Liu (Mother Wen's surname is Liu), what do you think of this baby?"

Is there something wrong with my son? Who should I call to see him? Should I go to the township health center to call a doctor?"

Rural people were poor, and the medical conditions at that time were not very good. In the eyes of my parents, the experienced Liu Wenpo was undoubtedly the greatest authority and very convincing.

Seeing my dad asking this, Mrs. Liu Wen first looked around intently, and then whispered to my dad: "You're just born, it's easy for that thing to take advantage of you. Do you know, that thing is going to take advantage of you?"

Those who leave marks. For example, if you are caught, there will be a few dark finger prints on your body, and if you kick, there will be footprints. You have all seen the kind of people who are dragged by water ghosts to be their substitutes.

Right? Most of the corpses that were fished out had scratch marks on their feet."

Hearing this, my dad shuddered and immediately understood what the thing in Liu Wenpo's mouth was. If Liu Wenpo left a mark on her at first, my dad could think she was talking nonsense, but later on

My father had no choice but to believe the saying that a water ghost is looking for a substitute because he has a mark on his body, because he has seen it with his own eyes.

That happened in the summer more than ten years ago. My father was only in his early teens at that time. Children in the mountains had nothing to do. Who wouldn’t take a bath in the river in the summer?

The day it happened was just like every other day. After my dad finished his work, he made an appointment with the 5 or 6 guys who usually play together to take a bath. Among them, there was a pair of twin brothers, simply called Da Shuang.

Xiaoshuang, this happened to them.

My dad didn’t see the specific details. He only remembered that he was having a mud fight with another kid by the river, and then he heard Xiao Shuang yelling: “My brother is sinking.

, hurry up, hurry up, help me."

Hearing this shout, my father turned around in shock, and when he turned around he saw Dashuang's body sinking straight towards the middle of the river. In an instant, only the top of his head was left, and he didn't even struggle.

Xiaoshuang was already swimming towards his brother quickly, and two people quickly followed behind him.

At this time, my dad couldn't care about anything anymore. He was just thinking about his child. How could he not save him?

He just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Xiaoshuang yell: "My day, it's so heavy. Wang Gou'er, please come and give me a lift."

Wang Gou'er was the one closest to Xiaoshuang at the time. Hearing Xiaoshuang's shout, he didn't think much, hurriedly swam two steps and grabbed Xiaoshuang's hand that was struggling in the water.

"Go and hug my brother, I can't hold him anymore," Xiao Shuang shouted loudly without even taking a breath. At that moment, it was like he had exhausted all his strength.

What followed was another rush. After all, there were 5 or 6 people, and several adults working not far away were alerted. The twin brothers were finally rescued.

After being rescued, Da Shuang was unconscious. He didn't know how much water he had poured into his stomach, and his whole belly was swollen. But the little pair's face was ashen, and he was even trembling slightly in such a hot weather, but everyone thought that

It's scary.

At that time, people didn't bother to ask questions, they were all busy saving Da Shuang. No one living in this village near the river had any common sense in dealing with drowning. A quarter of an hour later, Da Shuang finally woke up.

Da Shuang, who had just woken up, had a dull look in his eyes, as if he didn't quite believe that he was still alive. Before he could say anything, Uncle Li slapped him on the head and scolded him: "You naughty naughty boy, go ahead."

What are you swimming in the middle of the river? It doesn’t matter!”

This was a truly caring rebuke. The people at that time were simple, most people in the same village knew each other, and their relationships were really good. Who wanted to see something happen to a baby from another family? So a few words of scolding were indispensable.

Da Shuang didn't reply. My dad was watching and understood that this kid hadn't recovered yet. However, Xiao Shuang, who had been trembling slightly beside him, couldn't help but said: "Uncle Fourth, I think I

I didn’t want to swim into the middle of the river, I was dragged across by someone, really.”

Xiao Shuang's voice was not loud, but as soon as he said these words, the surrounding area fell silent, and even Fourth Uncle Li was stunned.

Who among rural people has never heard of some weird things happening in the mountains? Doesn’t Xiaoshuang’s statement clearly mean that there is a water ghost looking for a scapegoat? People have heard a lot about this matter and talked about it a lot. But when they actually saw it, they were still confused.

Can't believe it anymore.

"You kid, what are you talking about? I'm afraid your old man (dad) will beat you when you get home. Don't talk nonsense about these things to scare people." Uncle Li's face was quite heavy. Rural people respected ghosts and gods and felt that they would talk nonsense about these things.

If you shirk responsibility, you will be in trouble.

"I'm not talking nonsense!" Xiaoshuang suddenly became excited. He jumped up and shouted: "I watched my brother swim down, and he couldn't move. I watched him sink into the middle of the river, as if he was trapped.

It’s like something has been dragged down. And, and”

"And what?" Uncle Li's face turned ugly. He knew that the kid wasn't lying. There was something evil about this.

"And I went to save my brother. As soon as I caught him, I felt that his body was so heavy, as if someone was trying to snatch my brother from me. It was also cold. As soon as I caught my brother, I felt cold all over," Xiaoshuang said,

While trembling, no one believed it at this time.

My dad was also the one who helped drag Da Shuang up. He knew that Da Shuang's body was as cold as ice. However, my dad and the others were not affected at all. Looking back later, maybe it was

A few half-grown men with strong yang energy, that thing retreated, otherwise how could the trapped people be rescued so easily?

At this moment, Dashuang finally spoke: "I saw a fish in the river. I went to catch it. As soon as I went in, someone was grabbing my ankles. As soon as I grabbed them, I couldn't move. I couldn't move my whole body. I was so cold.

Can’t move”

When Da Shuang said this, his eyes were still a little dull, but there was an obvious look of fear on his face. At this moment, my dad saw a scene he would never forget. He followed Da Shuang's words and subconsciously looked

Dashuang's ankles, the three obvious thumb prints on the ankles were green and black, and looked strange.

"What a lucky kid, you're lucky." Everyone saw it, and Uncle Li obviously saw it too. He held it in for a long time, but he only said that one sentence, and couldn't say anything else.

My dad's memories ended here. Thinking about this, he felt even more anxious, because our family already had two daughters at that time. My dad was very eager for a son. Seeing that he finally had a son, he couldn't.

I can't help but watch.

"Grandma Liu, what do you think is wrong with my baby? Look at me." My dad was already worried and at a loss.

"This mark looks like an eye. I'm afraid that's why I'm being targeted, right?" Liu Wenpo lowered her voice and said uncertainly.

"Then what should we do?" My dad obviously believed in this uncertain statement, and seeking medical treatment in a hurry was my dad's mentality at the time.

"What's going on? I'm afraid you have to invite me." At this point, Mrs. Liu Wen stared around and then carefully whispered in my father's ear: "Please come and see the widow of the Zhou family."
To be continued...