Preface

I lay in bed listening to A Yue telling stories all night.

"Ah Yue talked until dawn, and after smoking his last cigarette, the students in the dormitory next door were already rustling out for morning exercises. The room was similar to the scene of the fire, and I could hardly see his appearance through the thick smoke.".

"Ah Yue lay down on the bed and said, 'I'm tired. I'll take a nap first. Remember to help me buy dinner. Don't shout at me at noon. Even if you shout, you won't get up.'"

Although I was too sleepy to open my eyes, the story of the moon cake made me tremble in my heart. I lay down with my eyes closed, and the pictures of the story kept floating in my mind. I simply got up and washed my face, looking at the world map on the wall.

India surrounded by the border is like a shining diamond.

I never imagined that this mysterious country, a country with extremely fast economic development and rapid population growth, a country with the software industry ranking second only to the United States in the world, one of the four ancient civilizations with a long history, and the birthplace of the Peacock Dynasty, Buddhism, Mahatma Gandhi, and the poet Tagore, could hide countless strange things

Some of the things Ah Yue told were his own experiences, and some were hearsay. Others simply dare not imagine how anyone would encounter so many things that others would never imagine in their lifetime.

Perhaps as he said before going to bed: "When you truly come into contact with the most advanced science, you will find that any scientific phenomenon you encounter is beyond the understanding of ordinary people. Soldiers who fight in the battlefield spend every day in a barrage of bullets, living a life that today does not know tomorrow. People who live in stable and prosperous cities can only see a few images of war on television and movies, and they simply cannot feel the truth and cruelty of war. Reality and illusion It depends on whether you enter that different world or touch different things. "Just like we two walked into this world, we naturally saw things that others simply couldn't see or touch."

He's right, that's our fate!

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At the foot of the Himalayas, there is a beautiful and quiet village. The villagers of this village have provided high-quality rosewood for the royal family for generations. However, the growth cycle of red sandalwood is extremely slow, coupled with long-term large-scale logging, and it is almost extinct. Any lumberjack who fails to deliver the wood on time is sentenced to death by capital punishment.

In this year, seventeen young people were successively missing from the village. Some people say that these people have been secretly killed to cultivate more spiritual rosewood rosary beads. However, the elderly said that there were female ghosts on the mountain, who came out late at night to seduce young men and suck their yang for cultivation. The bodies of the wronged people have turned red in their left eyes and turned into ghosts, cursing the village for generations

Taboos for wearing red sandalwood rosary beads: First, do not wear rosary beads or place them beside the bed while sleeping, especially when couples are sleeping together. 2、 Do not wear rosary beads if you have touched onions, garlic, or leeks with your hands. 3、 Don't touch other people's prayer beads casually. 4、 When twisting the rosary beads, after each twist, turn the rosary beads over before continuing to twist. Do not twist the rosary beads over the Buddha's head in an intermittent cycle. 5、 When wearing old rosary beads, be sure to have a thorough understanding of the rosary's roots and origins, otherwise don't wear them casually.

Another thing to remember: If you inadvertently fall asleep with a rosary, be sure to count the marks left by the rosary on your wrist when you wake up in the morning. If it's an even number, you can rest assured of doing things; If it is singular

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On a rare weekend, Patty wanted to have a good sleep, but thought of yesterday's promise that Mora would go to the temple to worship, so she had to lazily get up and call Mora.

Unexpectedly, Mora directly returned a picture from MSN, showing her taking a group photo with a man at the Narain Temple, with a sentence attached: "Come on, wait for you."

Patty was a bit upset. Since she was dating a man, why should she be called? But now that the clothes have been changed, I have to go there.

Patty stood in front of a three wheeled taxi with a yellow body and a green roof, bargaining with the black and fat driver for a long time before negotiating how much rupees it would cost to go to the Narain Temple.

In New Delhi, due to the limited coverage of the subway, the extremely low cost of adding natural gas to three wheeled taxis is spread all over the streets of the city, and it is natural for drivers to overcharge and not use a meter. Fortunately, Patty often takes a tricycle taxi and knows how to bargain with the driver. In addition to her beautiful appearance, she is rarely cheated.

Sitting in the car, the bumpy tricycle made Patty's stomach feel a bit uncomfortable without breakfast. The driver's yellow stained white shirt exuded a stink of carrion like sweat, which pushed into her nose along the wind, making her feel even more nauseous.

She took off the red sandalwood rosary beads that she wore on her wrist. Eighteen round and rolling beads were dark purple in color, and they began to feel heavy. Each bead was wrapped in a layer of shiny paste, which she knew had been wrapped for many years. Patty silently recited the scripture, twirling the rosary beads in her hand, making her heart much calmer and more comfortable.

The driver secretly glanced at Patty through the rearview mirror and found her eyes glazed, staring straight ahead. With an imperceptible sneer hanging from the corner of his mouth, the driver quietly turned a corner and turned into a dark alley.

He didn't even know that Patty, sitting in the car, saw strange images through the glass!

The dirty car glass reflected Patty's beautiful face. Gradually, the figure in the glass blurred and turned into a wooden chair. Sitting in a white-haired old woman, she recited words, holding a string of red sandalwood rosary beads in her hand, reversing the direction from the palm of her hand to the back of her hand, just like she was performing the film that had never ended in her previous life

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2400 years ago, the Peacock Dynasty was located in the southern foothills of the Himalayas.

"Patty, Dad is going up the mountain today to search for rosewood, and he will be back in three or four days. You can take care of Grandma at home. Buddha bless you to find it this time!" Father Chade tightened his backpack and stuffed pancakes into the cloth bag.

Patty casually agreed, leaning over the window, watching her father come out of the room and squat beside Grandma, kissing the back of her hand. Grandma stroked her father's hair, mumbled a few words, and continued to rotate the rosewood rosary beads.

Father's back grew further and further away, and finally turned around the foot of the mountain. Patty cheered in her heart, glaring disgustedly at Grandma sitting on the wooden chair, and crept out.

"Patty, what are you doing?" Grandma looked up and asked.

Patty looked at Grandma's dead fish belly colored eyes and pretended to be happy, "Grandma, I'll go pick some fruit for you to eat." But she cursed in her heart, 'Why are you still alive, you're blind, and your ears are still so good!'!

"Patty is a good child, go early and come back early." Grandma grinned, wrinkles piled up like countless thick worms, and only a few teeth in her mouth were covered with disgusting yellow stains.

"Grandma needs to take care of herself, too." Patty sighed with relief and ran away without looking back.

"Patty is a good child, and may the Buddha bless her," Grandma murmured softly, staring into the distance with empty eyes, sighing, continuing to recite the sutras and rotating the rosewood rosary beads.

The mountains were full of unknown wild flowers. Patty picked a piece of dark hair that was pinned in, shone on the clear stream, patted her chest with satisfaction, and walked towards the top of the mountain singing.

Standing on the top of the mountain, looking down at the dilapidated village in the valley, Patty felt somewhat lost. With her beauty, singing voice, and dancing skills, she can be selected to serve the dignitaries in the royal city and lead a luxurious life in the Peacock King City. However, she was born in the lowest of the four Indian castes, the sudra, and could only engage in menial work such as farming, fishing, and hunting. However, all the people in this village have been enslaved for generations, becoming the most miserable miner among the sudra.

The monarch of the Peacock Dynasty, Asoka Asoka, devoted himself to Buddhism, building massive buildings, and constructing Buddhist pagodas. The red sandalwood, known as the "blood wood of the Buddha," became the necessary wood for the royal family and temples. According to legend, the Buddha was born under the tree of no worries and realized beside the Bodhi tree, practicing hard and preaching all his life. When passing through the Old Mountain, I broke a branch as a crutch, but found that the branch exuded blood like juice. The Buddha sighed, "I was born in wood and realized it, but when I was tired, I broke the wood and rested. I forgot that all plants and plants have spirituality, and my heart of penance is not firm enough."

As soon as the voice fell, the crutch in his hand turned into a green dragon, soaring into the clouds and becoming the Dharma Protector of the Buddha, hovering in the air for a moment without departing from the Buddha. Therefore, red sandalwood is also known as "green dragon wood". The growth cycle of red sandalwood is extremely slow, with the length of the index finger only growing in a hundred years, and the length of the palm growing in a thousand years. In addition, the trunk is rarely twisted and straight, and there are many holes. Therefore, there is a saying that "ten sandalwood and nine empty trees", which can be imagined to be difficult to collect.

After extensive logging, red sandalwood has almost disappeared. Every time a lumberjack enters the mountain, he often brings back only small materials the size of a baby's fist. If you cannot hand in the wood on time, you will be captured by the officers and soldiers. No one knows where they have gone. It is said that they were sent to the temple under construction to be enslaved. When they were about to die of fatigue, they were plastered alive with soil, sealed with six senses, made into statues, fixed to the walls, and the ghosts after death served the temple for generations to come

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Patty thought of the red sandalwood rosary beads in her grandmother's hand and became increasingly disgusted with her father's stupidity. As long as you hand in the rosary beads, you can get rid of the caste of the sudra and be granted a third caste Vega to engage in business, leading a comfortable life.

"But my father would rather risk being killed by the poisonous gas, beasts, and swamps in the mountains than have ever thought of using beads in my grandmother's hands.".

"Is a person who is about to die even more important than me?" Patty thought more and became angry. "The best food is for her to eat, the best room is for her to sleep in, and I can only sleep in the woodshed to eat her leftovers. If Mom were alive, it would definitely not be like this!"

Patty's mother died during childbirth, so she was considered an ominous person from an early age. The children who grew up with her even chased after her and mocked her, saying, "The evil spirit reincarnated and killed her mother."

"When I get rid of the caste of the sudra, see how you laugh at me again!" Patty shouted to the valley.

"Patty, I'm coming!" Luo Shan held up a round bead in his hand and panted up to the top of the mountain.

Patty frowned and said, "Why did it take so long?"

Luo Shan held up his leather bag and drank "Gudong Gudong" for several mouthfuls before wiping the corners of his mouth with a silly smile, saying, "Even if you use pistacia wood to impersonate rosewood, you must do it as well as the real one."

Taking the beads made of pistacia, Patty sniffed them at the end of her nose, weighed them again, and stuffed them into her arms with satisfaction. Luo Shan stared at Patty's towering chest, swallowing saliva, and breathing rapidly.

"Don't worry." Patty Mei smiled and blinked her eyes. "There's a cave over there. Let's go in. By the way, go up the mountain and be hungry. I brought you pancakes, and when you're full, you'll have strength."

Luo Shan took the pancake and bolted it into his stomach almost without chewing it. His face turned red with choking, and he stretched his neck and poured some water before regaining his strength.

"Patty, when you marry me, we won't have to sneak around."

"I am a devil reincarnated and killed my mother. Dare you marry me?"

"At that time, you weren't sensible, you were so beautiful, everyone wanted to marry you."

"But can you bear to sleep with men from three castes who are nobler than us three nights before I marry you?"

Luo Shan was silent. Although intermarriage among the four major castes in India is strictly prohibited, as the cheapest sudra, not only are they enslaved in status for generations, but women must dedicate their bodies to the most powerful of the three local castes, namely, the Brahman, Chadhili, and Veche. The next morning after being favored, they must drink a bowl of incense ashes to purify their bodies before they can marry.

"You can't stand it, can you?" Patty stared at Luo Shan with a sneer on her lips.

"As long as we can make chicken blood red sandalwood, we can get rid of the caste of Shoutuola." Luo Shan hurriedly waved his hands. "Your father is the best carpenter. I heard that he holds the secret of how to make coptis chinensis into chicken blood red sandalwood."

Patty didn't speak anymore, and before they knew it, they walked to the cave. The midday temperature was unusually hot, but the dark and secluded cave gave off a cold and gloomy smell, mixed with the stench of some decayed animals.

"Patty, let's not go in anymore." It may be that there seems to be some tension brought about by the scary cave, and Luo Shan only feels a sharp pain in his stomach. "Seventeen young people have disappeared from the village this year. The old people say that there are female ghosts on the mountain who have turned into beautiful women to seduce young men and suck their yang cultivation. Why don't we go down the mountain?"

"Really? Do you really believe in female ghosts?" Patty casually flicked her hair. "Just like when you bullied me as a child, you believed I was a ghost?"

Luo Shan only felt more and more pain in his stomach, his intestines breaking like a knife, sweat beads the size of soybeans gushing from his forehead, and his vision became increasingly blurred. Finally, unable to bear it, he knelt down in the grass, his hands dug deep into the soil, and wailed in pain.

Patty took out a semicircular machete from her waist, attached it to his ear and blew a breath, whispering, "I'm the female ghost."

The machete cut open his back, and the cold stabbing sensation made him wake up a bit. The blood gushed out and splashed Patty's face. The dense blood dots stuck to his face like roasted red sesame seeds, looking extremely terrifying!

Luo Shan opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't make a sound. His whole body was unconscious and unable to move. He could only watch Patty reach into the wound on his back waist and stir in a "gibberish" manner, pulling out a lump of pink pea shaped, slightly pulsating things.

"Pistacia chinensis must be placed in a person's kidney before it can be made into fake red sandalwood with chicken blood, which my father told me when he was drunk, but this can only deceive blind people and laymen." Patty cut open Luo Shan's kidney with a machete, and the red blood slowly gushed out. "She dipped the pistacia wood bead in the blood and watched the blood seep into the wood grain before inserting the wood bead into the kidney and inserting it into Luo Shan's body, 'Keep this wood bead for me.'"

Luo Shan's eyes had become blurred, his black eyes gradually turned upward, and his face was covered with a layer of grayish white that only dead people could have.

Patty grabbed a handful of weeds and wiped the blood from his hands, dragging Luo Shan's body laboriously into the cave.

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In the cave, the waxy bodies melted together, forming a large lump of rotten meat paste, with only a few missing hand bones and foot bones stuck in the paste. Countless white maggots were crawling around in the meat paste, making people nervous.

Patty threw Luo Shan's body into the pile of corpses and struggled to pull it out of a freshly decayed corpse. Maggots quickly covered her arms.

After a long time, she pulled out her hand, and in the palm of her hand was a bead that was almost purplish black in color.

"If it weren't for Datura, which can't harm my relatives, I wouldn't need to expend so much effort. However, those of you who bully me and scold me as evil spirits really deserve to die." Patty scraped the maggots on his arm with a machete, and a sharp blade cut through the worm's body, exuding sticky white liquid. "The anesthetic made from Datura flower is really effective. Luoshan, let's accompany them to die here."

The stench in the cave became stronger and stronger, making Patty feel dizzy. In a daze, she seemed to see Luo Shan open his bloodshot left eye.

"Gulu", a huge bubble emerged from the corpse paste, protruding a huge eye bead, fluttering trembling, and slowly sinking again.

Ever since she knew how to make chicken blood red sandalwood from pistacia, she has been seducing village teenagers and implementing this plan. The first teenager she killed was Ru Ke, who almost vomited her intestines when she killed him. The more people she killed, the calmer she became, with a vague sense of excitement in her heart.

But this time, Patty was scared for no reason, shuddered, and rushed out of the cave.

"Patty, you will receive retribution!" Luo Shan's resentful roar seemed to come from the cave.

Out of the cave, Patty pulled weeds and wiped blood. Suddenly, she saw the place where Luo Shan had just died, with several strange symbols painted.

Sutra is not qualified to learn characters, let alone India has countless written systems and hundreds of dialects, so she simply did not know that it was written in ancient Sanskrit - "retribution"!

On the way down the mountain, Patty had been thinking about the old saying that a corpse with a red left eye would turn into a ghost.

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A few days later, my father returned from collecting wood from the mountains. Although there were only small pieces of rosewood about the size of walnuts, it was enough to avoid entering the mountains for the past six months.

Perhaps it is because the amount of wood handed in has become less and less recently. In order to set an example, several men who have not been collected have been dragged around by officers and soldiers on horseback, with their wives and children tied to wooden stakes in the center of the circle. Several soldiers pierced a thick, sharp wood from their heavenly cover and rammed it with a wooden hammer. The wood gradually disappeared into their bodies, stained with various colors of body fluids, and pierced it from their lower bodies, firmly nailing it to the ground

"No one dared to stop or resist, and the villagers who were standing around watched with numbness, praying that they could collect the best wood next time they entered the mountain.". As for Luo Shan's disappearance, more and more people believe that this is not a female ghost seducing a man, but rather a flight to survive.

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"Patty, your grandmother has looked a lot better these days, thanks to your care." My father sipped India's unique ginger tea and said calmly.

Grandma was still sitting in a chair under the old tree, chanting words and constantly rotating her rosary beads.

Patty turned around and pretended to pack up, trying to hide her dislike for Grandma.

"Don't worry, as long as I live for a day, I can hand in the wood, and neither you nor Grandma will have any problems." The father stretched his waist and looked into his mother's eyes with deep affection. "My mother raised me so much and taught me to pick wood. Her eyes are no longer visible, so we must do our best to be filial. The elderly's health and well-being are the blessings of younger generations. My mother said that when she dies, she will pass the rosary beads of red sandalwood to you."

Patty acquiesced, but cursed in her heart, "When did you look at me with such warm eyes?"

"Patty, there's something I can't tell you," my father suddenly said.

Patty casually filled her skin bag with water and walked out, "I'm going to pick some wild fruits for Grandma."

"Go!" Father smiled approvingly.

"Patty is a good child." Grandma's empty eyes were filled with a kind smile.

Before arriving at the cave, several strange symbols left by Luo Shan had already disappeared. Patty breathed a little relief, pinned a wormwood to drive away evil spirits in her hair, and climbed into the cave with a stiff scalp.

Today is the day when the last pistacia tree cultivates red sandalwood with chicken blood.

A total of eighteen beads, the same number as Grandma's rosary beads.

"Grandma, Father, although I hate you, I won't harm you. I just want to get that string of red sandalwood rosary beads in exchange for a more noble caste identity. Mom, bless me." Out of the cave, Patty, bloody and covered with corpses, knelt down on the ground devoutly, tears streaming down his face, silently praying to the majestic Himalayas.

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In the evening, Patty cooked several curries, and Grandma and Dad enjoyed the delicious food. They couldn't help but drink a few cups of fruit wine made by Patty, and soon lay down in bed and fell asleep.

Di tiptoed into Grandma's room, the pale moonlight enveloping Grandma's emaciated body, like a decaying corpse, but it happened that she still couldn't die. She gently removed the rosewood rosary beads from Grandma's wrist and replaced them with fake rosary beads made of pistacia

Early in the morning, Grandma woke up and habitually touched the rosary beads of red sandalwood. Suddenly, her whole body shook and smiled bitterly, "Patty is a good child."

A few cockcrows, a mist floating leisurely over the village, and smoke rising from the kitchen. The human pillars nailed to the square were like scarecrows in the wheat field, gazing lifelessly at the dilapidated village.

"Patty! Patty!" His father slammed at the door with a cry in his voice, "Your grandmother..."

As the lowest and cheapest sudra, it cannot be buried by water in the holy Ganges River after death. It can only be thrown to the top of the mountain and allowed to be pecked by mountain eagles for burial in heaven.

Before the celestial burial, relatives and children should chant scriptures for three days and three nights to transcend the dead. The funeral was very simple. The people in the village recited scriptures in front of their souls, praying for reincarnation in the next life and not reincarnation again. They took their leave in succession. In the middle of the night, there were only corpses covered with sackcloth left in the hall, as well as the father and daughter kneeling in the hall.

Father cried all day, his eyes swollen into two slits. Although Patty regretted and felt sad in her heart, she quickly comforted herself and thought, "Grandma has already died, escaped from the sea of misery, passed away to Blissful bliss, and left a rosary for me.". If I had known this, I wouldn't have spent so much effort making fake rosewood rosary beads.

Father choked, In a hoarse voice: "Patty, let me tell you something. From the generation of my great grandfather, I have known a secret that has passed down from time to time. The beads made of pistachio chinensis are sewed into the back of a living person, close to the kidney for ten months, and can be made into the most valuable 'Buddha blood small leaf rosewood'. After taking it out, put the scraped wood flower in Baijiu, and the wood flower immediately spreads into the wine and becomes pink. The wine becomes thick and can be connected when poured. If you put "Into the kidneys of a dead person, it can only be made into fake red sandalwood with chicken blood... I remember telling you once when I was drinking."

Patty nodded stiffly, thinking to herself about her father's intention in saying this. Does father already know what he has done? Thinking of this, she quietly pinned the machete behind her waist

"My father didn't pay attention to Patty's behavior, but lowered his head and said to himself, 'Therefore, our family has been cultivating' Buddha Blood Little Leaf Red Sandalwood 'for generations, and in your mother's generation, we have cultivated a total of 18. As long as these beads are strung together and made into Buddha beads, they can be handed over to Peacock King City, and we can rid ourselves of the humble caste of Shoutuola. This is the goal of the family throughout the generations.".

"But there was an accident. When your mother planted pistacia beads inside her body, she was pregnant with you. I don't understand the reason behind this, but you and pistacia beads were both nurtured by her body's blood essence. I once advised her to knock you off, as long as she drank incense ashes for three days. However, she said that you and pistacia beads were pregnant at the same time, which is not a coincidence. You must be a treasure bestowed by the Buddha and insist on giving birth to you. I cannot resist her, I also felt that what she said was reasonable, so I left you behind. "Now that I think of it, I'm still a bit sorry for you."

Patty opened her eyes wide and opened her mouth in disbelief, completely unaware that she had such a strange life experience.

"But your mother is getting thinner and thinner, and by the time she gave birth, she was as thin as a skeleton and couldn't give birth to you at all. I was too anxious to do anything, but your mother suddenly said to me that she was really thirsty and wanted to drink some well water. I lost my head and rushed out to fetch water. When I came back, I heard a baby crying in the room. I rushed happily into the room, but... but..."

"My father's lips trembled, his eyes staring at the roof, as if recalling a horrific scene many years ago, before he said for a long time, 'A bloodied hunting knife fell off the bedside, and your mother cut open her belly and took you out. Hehe, her expression was very peaceful and happy, and I have never seen her so happy. You were in her arms, sucking hard on her dry breast, holding the wooden bead in your hand.".

"I thought you were a devil reincarnated and pulled out the wooden bead that your mother had raised inside her body. In sorrow and anger, she wanted to kill you! Then your grandmother rushed over and stopped me. I just realized that your mother had a knife edge on her back waist. She knew she couldn't live, so she took out both you and the wooden bead.".

"The scene was really scary, but it was very warm. Patty, can you feel it?"

By this time, Patty had tears streaming down her face and slowly sat down on the ground, sobbing in a suppressed voice.

"Your mother and grandmother saved your life together. However, you are really too thin and weak to live for a few days. Grandma dressed eighteen wooden beads into Buddha beads and recited sutras for you every day, but you miraculously survived. She has been chanting sutras every day since then, and it is said that every one hundred and eighty thousand revolutions can add one day to your life. I have tried several times to exchange the Buddha beads for the Vega caste, but I have been She stopped it. She said that you are a treasure bestowed by the Buddha, and that your mother exchanged your life for it. As long as you can live well, what does it matter if you are the lowest caste of the Sudra?

"Your name, Patty, was given to you by Grandma. In our hometown, these two words mean 'baby'. This string of rosary beads was passed on to you before she was born. Take the rosary beads to find a man who truly loves you and exchange for the Vega caste. Leave here and go as far as possible. Don't worry about me..."

"My father stood up with all his strength and walked out of the hall, saying, 'I've been here with them all my life. The rosary is on your grandmother's wrist. Take it off yourself.'"

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The night was deep, and the cold night wind blew from the mountain, soaking Patty's blood. Father sighed long outside the house, and Patty looked at the body of Grandma covered with a layer of white cloth, pounding her heart like a heavy hammer.

"Mother, Grandma, it's not worth it for you to do this for me." Patty bit her lips, a few strands of blood flowing through the corners of her mouth. "Father, I'm sorry for you."

She took out the string of rosary beads dipped in the blood of past dynasties, called "Buddha Blood Little Leaf Red Sandalwood". In the dim yellow oil lamp, a thick layer of coated rosary beads shone like eighteen blood red agates in her hands.

Another gust of overcast wind blew through, and the oil lamp was in a trance. She slowly approached Grandma's body, and the flickering shadow was reflected on the corpse cloth, as if Grandma was not dead, struggling on the corpse cloth.

"Grandma, I can't afford this rosary, I'll give it back to you." Patty placed the rosary in the palm of her hand, folded her hands together, and reverently recited the Buddhist name. She lifted the body cloth, lifted Grandma's already stiff arm, and took off the fake rosewood rosary.

Suddenly, Grandma's thin hand suddenly reached out and held it up in front of Patty, as if waiting to wear red sandalwood rosary beads!

Patty let out an exclamation of "ah" and hid back! In a panic, the rosary fell on the corpse cloth, and the hand mechanically groped for a long time. Finally, it touched the rosary, but unexpectedly it began to rotate again, and it spun very fast!

However, this time it was turned from the palm of the hand to the back of the hand!

Patty felt a sharp pain in her waist and reached out to touch it, as hot, moist blood was pouring out. When she just stepped back and hit the wall, the machete that was not in her waist pierced her kidney.

"Retribution..." Patty smiled sadly, vomited some blood, and closed her eyes

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Patty sat in the fast food restaurant near the Narain Temple, ordered a Chicken in curry sauce and drank ginger tea. She was a little unhappy.

She managed to squeeze the subway to the Narain Temple, but Mora couldn't reach her. "The phone is turned off, and the restaurant where the appointment was made is also unoccupied. Patty is afraid to look around and miss Mora's restaurant, so she has to endure and wait unhappily.".

What made her even more frustrated was that the ancestral red sandalwood rosary beads had disappeared, leaving only a string of marks on her left wrist that she had not taken off the rosary beads during her sleep last night.

"Maybe it was taken off in the shower," Patty comforted herself.

In recent years, due to the soaring prices of precious wood such as red sandalwood and yellow pear being fried in China, countless loggers have suddenly appeared in the mountains where wood is produced. Almost overnight, the trees have been cut clean. The price of Patty's rosary beads made of eighteen small leaf red sandalwood has also risen with the tide, not to mention the Buddha head made of an old three eye bead at the threaded connection, which has doubled the value of this rosary beads.

Every time Mora saw this string of beads, her eyes lit up and she shouted to borrow it for a few days. Although the relationship between the two is very good, Patty firmly remembers the words that Grandma told her when she handed her the rosary on her deathbed: "If you wear something spiritual on your body, it becomes a part of your body, and you must not lose it or give it to anyone else. That would be tantamount to handing over your life."

After waiting for more than half an hour, Mora's phone still didn't turn on, and Patty couldn't be patient anymore. Thinking that she might have been shopping with some strange man or doing something else, her heart felt slightly sour.

After settling the bill and quickly finishing the remaining half cup of ginger tea, Patty left the fast food restaurant. At the door of the store lay a beggar in rags, his forehead pressed against the back of his hand, his disheveled hair tangled together, and several festering sores with pus on his back had not yet sprouted, causing flies to fly in disorder.

"I don't know if maggots will grow," Patty thought in her heart, but she took the ruble out of her wallet and stuffed it into the beggar's hand.

Despite being careful, Patty's hand still touched the beggar's hand, and a cold chill made Patty take back the money again.

The beggar has already died.

In India, where beggars have almost become a unique cultural symbol, the death of homeless beggars on the streets is not news. They are always dragged into a corpse truck and cremated like garbage. However, it has also been heard that some people will steal beggars and remove useful organs for illegal trading.

"If you give money to a dead person and then take it back, you will be cursed," someone said coldly.

Patty was startled to find a Hindu standing in the crowd with a naked upper body and red pants.

"Since it has been withdrawn, it is useless to put it down again." The disciple folded his hands and hid himself in the crowd, as if he had never appeared.

Patty rubbed her eyes and noticed something strange. When she rubbed her left eye, both the disciple and the dead beggar disappeared. However, when she opened her left eye, she could vaguely see the figure of the believers in the crowd, and the body of the beggar was still there.

There was one thing that made her feel even more incomprehensible, as if no one except her had seen the body. Two foreign tourists walked past with a SLR camera, seemingly unaware, talking and laughing as they stepped on the body. A child dropped a candy and suddenly disappeared in the body. The child ran over and put his hand into the body, felt for the candy and put it in his mouth

Despite the hot weather, Patty felt cold all over. She mechanically closed her left eye and opened it, with the corpse in her eyes; Close and the body disappears in your right eye.

She thought of a long-standing legend in her hometown: As the most sacred animal in India, the cow, the soul can be seen with its left eye. If a person can see a soul in his left eye, he is cursed by a demon.

"Is it because of the money just now?" Patty trembled nervously, threw the money on the ground, and hurried out of the square of Narain Temple. He hastily stopped a three-wheeled taxi without negotiating the price. He said his address and urged the driver to drive quickly.

The black and fat driver, dressed in a sweaty white shirt, stepped on the accelerator and "jerked" the car.

The small space gave Patty a sense of security as she curled up tightly in the carriage. "The horrific scene just now made her still unable to let go, and her eyes wandered around.". Suddenly, the tricycle leaned forward downhill and rolled out something from under the seat!

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Although the round and rolling beads are covered with mud and dirt, they still cannot hide the unique luster of red sandalwood. As the three eye beads of the canopy, they are even more red like blood.

It's her red sandalwood rosary beads!

Patty stared at the rosary beads at her feet, a series of strange events that made her unable to distinguish between illusion and reality. The residual rosary marks on her wrist made her unable to believe how the rosary appeared in the tricycle.

Patty looked intently at the rosary beads in her hand and didn't notice that the driver had unknowingly turned the tricycle into the slum. The narrow streets and dim light completely ignored Patty. She just kept opening and closing her left eye, her eyebrows bouncing uncontrollably, and the skin on her forehead turned into three horizontal lines.

The driver secretly observed Patty, who was somewhat neurotic, through a mirror, with an imperceptible sneer hanging around his lips. He held the handlebar with one hand, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and sent a text message: Good goods, prepare the money, and it will be there soon.

After texting and looking into the rearview mirror, he noticed that the female passenger in expensive sari had taken off her veil and sniffed a string of rosewood rosary beads against her nose. Immediately, the female passenger raised her head and looked blankly out of the car, her face pale, her purple lips tugging at the corners of her mouth, constantly twitching, as if she were experiencing something horrendous.

A straight nose, rich and round lips, and a slightly raised chin outline the perfect arc of the face. On the slender neck, there is an inconspicuous red mole!

Suddenly, the driver's eyes were wide open, almost protruding from their sockets, and instantly covered with spider web like blood. His entire face was twisted and deformed due to fear, and he opened his mouth and shouted a series of irregular "ah ah" sounds.

He slammed on the brake, and Patty caught off guard, hitting her forehead against the front windshield, her hair hanging loose and blocking half of her face. The sudden change made her somewhat awake, covering her forehead and looking out of the car.

Unexpectedly, they came to the slums?

She was about to ask what was going on when she noticed that the driver had already gotten out of the car and pointed at her as she stumbled backwards, stepping into the puddle with one foot. She sat on her back, unable to get up, pedaling her legs on the ground, constantly retreating.

Patty subconsciously looked at her whole body, without any abnormality. Why did the driver look like a ghost when he saw her? Is it related to the left eye? In a panic, Patty got out of the car and walked towards the driver, "What's the matter?"

"Ah!" the driver exclaimed sadly, covering his head with both hands, stumbled up and ran towards the entrance of the alley, "Blessed by Shiva, Blessed by Shiva! I have divine protection, I cannot die... cannot die..."

"Bang!" The driver fell again, his face covered with mud and water, but he still crawled forward with his hands clutching, his fingernails scratching the hard ground, bleeding.

Patty then realized that there was no one else in the quiet alley, and the garbage piled up like a hill smelled of corruption, with a faint smell of blood. Standing in the alley, watching the crazy driver wiggling his fat body and crawling like maggots, she had no idea what to do. Suddenly, she saw piles of toilet paper billowing like fountains at the top of the garbage heap, constantly sliding towards both sides, as if something was about to crawl out of the garbage heap.

A squashed milk box fell out of the top of the garbage, and then a hand suddenly reached out! Fingers grope around the garbage, rotting into a dark brown skin covered with white dead worms, and long nails covered with black mud. Holding on to the edge of the garbage with your fingers, a phalange protruded from the rotten meat. Finally, the hand grasped the place where it could be grasped, and a clump of dirty black hair slowly poked out of the garbage, then the other hand reached out.

The head with long black hair also protruded, and the hair tightly covered the face. Patty saw a strange scene: The head of the person protruding from the garbage, although separated by its hair, could still see that the eyes had been gouged out, the position of the nose was two black holes, and the entire face had completely decayed, like puddles of trampled mud.

A chill shot up from the bottom of her feet to the top of her head, and Patty's teeth chattered incessantly as she saw a more frightening scene!

On the wrist of the corpse, there was a string of rosewood rosary beads, just like the rosary beads in her hand!

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"Patty, is that you? Can you see me, right?" The rotting corpse looked up and looked around blankly, his neck clattering, "I'm Mora."

Mora? Patty could no longer bear the fear in her heart, tearing her hair desperately and running out screaming.

The wrapped sari was torn apart in half due to its excessive stride, revealing round and sexy thighs and slender waist. Several tramps hurried towards the entrance of the alley, and when they saw Patty running over, they laughed and stopped her side by side. Patty was getting closer to them, and the tramps suddenly cried out as if they were possessed by evil, making a way sideways. Until Patty ran past, these people were still screaming wildly, some clutching their clothes and tearing them up, others pounding their heads

"They kept saying, 'God bless Shiva...'"

Patty was almost crazy, not even noticing that a few tramps were blocking her path and making way. In her eyes, there were corrupt and crawling corpses everywhere, and even a hanged man hanging from a telegraph pole was dangling in the air, hanging his head and saying to Patty, "Can you see me? Help me!"

All this is the world brought by her left eye!

She finally figured this out, closed her left eye, and the world returned to normal. The intense running made her physically exhausted and gasped for breath. Suddenly, she thought that there might be many decaying corpses around her and crawled to her for help. She couldn't help but shiver all over and wanted to open her left eye!

This contradictory psychological state made her want to pull out her left eye, and the red sandalwood rosary beads in her hand were stained with sweat. Thinking that her grandmother once said that red sandalwood rosary beads could protect her, she quickly wrapped the sweaty rosary beads around her hands, and her heart became a little more secure.

She tried not to recall everything that had happened today, so she couldn't take a three-wheeled taxi anymore, so she had to squeeze onto the subway.

Strangely, on the normally crowded subway, after she got on, everyone panicked and gave way. There was no one two meters around, like a cursed space, where no one dared to enter. She looked at her muddy legs and torn Sari's half naked body, with a bitter smile in her heart. It seems that the passengers either treat her as a madman or as a woman who has just been raped. In India, a raped woman is a symbol of impurity and curses, and approaching such a person can bring bad luck to oneself. At the next stop, the door opened and a Chinese teenager crowded in.

Washed jeans, clean white shirts, and long, thin, broken hair that partially covers your eyes are out of place with a carriage that smells of curry and sweat.

When the Chinese teenager saw Patty, he gave a strange "Gee" sound and looked up and down at her, fixing his gaze on Patty's sexy waist, looking even more surprised.

Although Patty didn't want to recall, her mind was full of the images she had just experienced. Her left eye had been closed for a long time, her eye muscles ached, and she kept shaking, immediately opening uncontrollably. Patty tightly covered her left eye as the Chinese teenager saw the red sandalwood rosary beads on her hand, her expression even more strange.

The normally fast subway seems to be particularly slow today. I don't know how long it took before reaching a platform. Patty hurriedly squeezed out of the subway station and ran towards a residential building.

Not far behind her, the Chinese teenager stood at a distance, as if he understood something, touched his nose, and followed him.

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The door was actually open, and Patty put her hand on it, suddenly realizing that something was wrong with her. After experiencing so many strange things, she not only didn't go crazy, nor was she scared to death, but in her consciousness, she was going home!

But the place where she is standing now is the Mora family! It seems that there is something guiding her in the dark, and she must come here.

Patty didn't know what would happen if she pushed the door open. After hesitating for a long time, she gritted her teeth and finally pushed the door into the room.

A week ago, she and Mora went to a movie together and slept at Mora's house too late. I remember that Mora brought out a pair of red slippers for her, and now those slippers are still standing at the door, with a thin layer of white ash on them indicating that no one has worn them for a long time.

The furnishings in the room are exactly the same as they were a week ago. Even the curry takeout on the table hasn't been cleaned up, and it's already turned into a dry, black lump. The bedroom door was open, quilts were scattered on the ground, and two naked people were lying on the bed.

Mora and the strange man.

"Patty, are you here?" Mora suddenly asked softly.

For a moment, Patty felt very relaxed, like a child who had been away for a long time returning to a warm home, quiet and comfortable.

She couldn't feel a trace of fear and panic, and it seemed like someone else was telling her that everything was over.

She looked at Mora quietly and smiled.

"Did you see me in the garbage?" Mora walked naked to Patty's side, gently hugging her and kissing her on the cheek.

A cold, lifeless breath.

"I see."

"So did you see yourself?"

"No."

"Come with me."

Mora took Patty's hand, took her to the bedside, and lay her down on the bed. The strange man seemed to be sleeping soundly, but there was no fluctuation in his chest.

"We're already dead, you know?" Mora stroked Patty's waist.

Patty felt a pain in her waist and said, "What? We're already dead?"

"Yes!" Mora smiled. "I've been dead for a week. Actually, I don't know you."

"Mora, what are you talking about? I know you!" Patty's mind became increasingly blurred.

"Because you are him, my favorite person, Luo Shan." Mora hugged Patty vigorously and said vaguely, "But he betrayed me. Would you like me to tell you what happened?"

"Hmm." Patty felt her eyelids getting heavier and closed them unconsciously. The voice of Mora is right in my ear, but it sounds particularly distant.

So tired! Maybe it's time to rest.

"Luo Shan, how can we go home later?" Although Mora was wearing a veil, Luo Shan could still see her sexy little mouth pouting.

"Take a taxi," Luo Shan said nonchalantly.

"It's not safe to rent a tricycle."

"What are you afraid of with me?" Luo Shan patted his chest. "I'm also very brave in fighting."

After negotiating the price and getting on the tricycle, the two began to kiss selflessly, completely unaware that the tricycle had turned into a dead end.

"Please! Let us go!" Luo Shan knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing, tears and snouts smeared with mud on his face.

"Hey hey... let you guys go? Usually, you're high up and don't even look at us. Do you think we'll agree?" The bum with his waistband untied dribbled from the corners of his mouth, staring straight at Mora, who was curled up in the corner of the wall.

"Luo Shan, will you protect me? Don't leave me behind." Mora clutched the clothes on her chest and begged desperately. Although she already knows what Luo Shan is going to do next.

Luo Shan looked at Mora and suddenly kowtowed desperately, "I know what you're going to do. I won't stop you or call the police. Would you mind leaving me alone?"

The last hope in Mora's heart was shattered.

"Okay!" The tramp had already unbuttoned his pants and walked towards Mora. "But you can't leave until you see us finished."

"Several other tramps were holding scalpels and propping them against Luo Shan's back, saying, 'Don't close your eyes.'"

"Okay... okay... I won't close my eyes." The handsome Luo Shan quickly wiped his glasses and said pleasantly, "This way I can see more clearly."

Mora didn't say a word, her lips had been bitten, and her angry eyes glared at Luo Shan.

Under the pressure of several knives, Luo Shan actually had a trace of abnormal expectation on his face, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and he kept swallowing saliva.

One by one, and then another, Mora was unconscious, like a corpse at the mercy of a homeless man. The last person stood up and spat heavily at her, kicking her in the stomach, saying, "It's so boring, I can't resist! It's the same woman who was there yesterday!"

"Can I go now?" Luo Shan's tone was mixed with a hint of excitement. The abnormal scene completely aroused his abnormal desires that he didn't even know.

"Of course we can go, but we need to leave a few things behind." The homeless man led by him waved his scalpel and pulled out a metal safety deposit box from a tattered cloth bag. After opening the box, it emits a smell that only hospitals can have, as well as bottles and cans of all sizes.

"In addition to our desires, we also need rubles. Don't be afraid, just a few organs from you." The tramp reached his scalpel into Mora's eyes.

On a moonlit night, there were two corpses, a man and a woman, and several tramps with human blood on their hands, putting bloody things into bottles.

"What should I do with these two corpses?" the wandering man, who dared not watch the scene much, turned his head and asked. Despite many experiences, he still couldn't resist the feeling of vomiting in his stomach, and even had nightmares at night, dreaming that these people who had their organs removed turned into fierce ghosts, opening his stomach, taking out his organs like they did, placing them in front of him, and stuffing them into his mouth.

"Just like the woman named Patty who was buried in the garbage yesterday," the leading homeless man carrying a metal safety deposit box said, "Wait for me here in a week and pay for it. Unfortunately, that Patty is young and has a stone the size of a rosary in her kidney, which cannot be sold for a penny!"

The garbage dump was pulled away, and a swollen body was shiny with oil, with its wide eyes showing the anger before death.

"I heard that people who die without closing their eyes will become ghosts." The homeless man in charge of the guard trembled.

"Ruke, don't daydream. It's not the first time you've done such a thing." The other few tramps carried two corpses, threw them into the garbage heap and buried them randomly.

Ru Ke hurriedly piled garbage on the body. In a trance, he seemed to see Patty's left eye turn red with blood. There is a round and rolling mark on the swollen left wrist.

"A corpse with a red left eye will turn into a ghost!" he exclaimed!

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"So, we're already dead, aren't we?" Patty kissed Mora on the forehead. "So who is he?"

"The bodies of the three of us rotted together, and our grievances intertwined. He is you, you are him. You are me, too." Mora smiled sadly, "Look at my eyes."

Under the moonlight, Patty saw the beautiful eyes in Mora's eyes slowly withering and withering, like a piece of grape skin.

"Touch your waist," Mora took her hand away from Patty's waist and led her hand towards the position of her kidney. There, there is a diagonal blade.

Patty's consciousness became increasingly blurred, her vision blurred, and her whole body was light and comfortable.

"We should go now, thank you, and I'm sorry for you." Mora pillowed Patty's arm, "You shouldn't be left alone with the horror and pain of revenge. I hope our bodies can be buried. Otherwise, we can only continue to stay in this world with the resentment of revenge."

Luo Shan slowly rose to his feet, with a startling knife cut from his throat to his navel. His abdominal cavity was empty, and the severed blood vessels hung like a broken rope, saying, "Mora, I'm sorry."

"I used to trust you so much," Mora closed her eyes and smiled mournfully at the corners of her mouth.

Three people slowly disappeared.

On the bed, the scattered sheets were crumpled with a layer of dust, and a string of red sandalwood rosary beads lay upright.

A slight footsteps sounded, accompanied by a long sigh, and a thin Chinese teenager stood silently in front of the bed, spitting out a few pieces of wormwood from his mouth, picking up red sandalwood rosary beads, and silently looking out of the window.

"The resentment is attached to the ancestral rosary for revenge." The young man muttered to himself, looking up outside the window, "I will fulfill your wishes."

In a slum, a dead end used for stacking garbage, the garbage pile suddenly burst into flames.

"The smell of tar, burning plastic, strange carrion, and the sparks of mice darting out of the garbage heap wrapped in a fire, vaguely saw the three bodies burning together slowly, and quickly surrounded by the flames.".

The next day, the inexplicable fire did not arouse the interest of slum dwellers at all. They were all discussing one thing: the fat taxi drivers and several homeless people who lived here had gone crazy overnight! They kept grasping at the flesh of their bodies until they dug into bloody holes, reached into their abdominal cavity, and stirred it randomly.

Strangely, none of them felt pain, just kept shouting, "Here comes the evil spirit! Here comes the evil spirit!"

Finally, these crazy people died in a dead end where the fire had just burned out, and they all knelt and prostrated before dying. In their left hand, there is a huge eyeball pulled out of their eyes

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I tossed and turned for some time before my brain fell asleep. The dream was full of all kinds of scary scenes, until I dreamt that I was turned into a corpse, lying in the garbage, surrounded by hot flames, and suddenly woke up!

Wiped the cold sweat on my forehead and looked around. It was the dormitory. I just let my heart go.

A Yue was still sleeping and turned over. On his left wrist, he was wearing a string of red sandalwood rosary beads, showing a dark purple light, and the three eyes of the Tianzhu canopy showed blood red. He reached out and rubbed his nose, and the rosary beads slid onto his arm, leaving a string of marks on his wrist!

"Some things can be worn, and some things cannot be worn," said Ah Yue suddenly. "Just like this rosary, you must take it off when you sleep. Because you don't know if it is attached to the resentment of its previous owner, the imprint left is a memory of resentment. Over time, it will become your memory, making you confused about who you really are."

"Are you awake?" I threw A Yue a cigarette and unconsciously looked at the rosary beads.

"Ah Yue took the cigarette and lit it, taking a deep breath. 'I just woke up, too. Don't tangle with this rosary, pour some water quickly. After talking all night, I'm so thirsty.'"

"I took out a bottle of mineral water and took a sip of it myself, saying, 'You can't pretend to be a local tyrant and treat me like a big maid when you come back from India! You have to drink it yourself! Let's make it clear that I will have a shadow in my heart when I pass by the garbage dump.'"

"When it comes to water, I think of one thing. In India, water cannot be drunk casually. It may be the Ganges River soaked in corpses," said Ayue, staring at me with a smirk

I almost choked on my lungs with a mouthful of water, and my stomach churned and retched for a long time.

"You're not drinking the Ganges River," said Ah Yue leisurely, pillowing her arm. "Let me tell you something I experienced in the Ganges River."