Witwen in der Song-Dynastie waren leicht zu verheiraten

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Hua Ling and her father were both startled, and Hua Ling cried out in surprise. Besides the woman and the old man from before, there was now a girl outside the door, whose appearance and figure were so similar to Hua Qingqing's…

"Who are you?" Hua Qingqing asked the three people outside the door, bewildered.

"Give our mother back to us..." That was the only answer.

Hua Ling and her father were already horrified. They quickly pulled Qing Qing aside, closed the door, and locked it.

"What's going on? Who are they?" Hua Qingqing asked!

"I...I don't know, how did two more suddenly appear..." Hua Ling replied!

"That's not right!" the father suddenly exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" Hua Qingqing asked.

"Why isn't your mother coming out? With all this noise, she shouldn't be unaware of it!" At the same time, the father and his two daughters looked at the mother's bedroom door, which was tightly closed, as if it had never been opened before.

"Give our mother back to us..." The three people outside the door continued to shout this.

"Clang—cluck-cluck-cluck!" The mother's door finally opened, and she peeked out first, looked around, and then slowly walked up to the three of them.

“Mom! Outside…” Hua Qingqing said.

"Open the door!" the mother suddenly said.

"No!" Hua Ling and her father exclaimed in unison.

Despite the objections, Hua Ling's mother opened the door. However, apart from the three people, no old woman appeared as Hua Ling's father had imagined. The three eerie faces looked even more sinister in the candlelight.

Hua Ling, her father, and Qing Qing all felt an overwhelming sense of fear wash over them, so much so that they couldn't utter a single word, their eyes fixed on their mother.

The mother, however, had a calm expression as she faced the three people in front of the door.

Strangely enough, the three of them remained silent after seeing their mother.

"Why did you all get here so quickly? I'm actually a little reluctant to leave!"

"Mom! What are you saying? Who are they?" Hua Ling couldn't help but ask.

“They are you yourselves! You’ve come to take me away…” the mother said softly.

His face suddenly darkened.

"Are you senile? What are you talking about? I don't even know what you're saying!" the father said loudly in a panic.

"Hehe! I remember when we were moving during the day, I told you about an old woman who got hit by a car while crossing the road..." the mother said with a strange expression.

"I did say that, so what?" the father asked in return.

"Hehehehe..." The mother's slow and deep laughter made people uncomfortable.

"Hehehehe..." The three at the door laughed along, but their laughter was different from their mother's. Their mother's laughter seemed to be a helpless, bitter laugh, while theirs was a happy laugh.

“That old woman is me!” the mother said slowly.

"Ah! Mom! Don't talk nonsense!" Although Hua Ling was scared, she still came over and pulled her mother.

“It’s true! Child! I’m dead now, a ghost, and those three are your ghosts too. I told you before, this is an unlucky house. Our family lived here in a past life, but we suffered a terrible tragedy and fell into ruin, accumulating generations of resentment and vengeful spirits. We were destined to face this calamity…”

The mother spoke quietly! Everyone was astonished.

"Then...then why did you only take you? How do you know all this?"

Hua Ling asked.

"They told me! It's like this: in my past life, I also suffered a terrible tragedy. It caused you to lose your mother in your past lives, so their souls lingered after death, waiting to welcome my soul. Now I must leave you, and you will never find me again. You can only wait until you also become souls, searching for your mothers in your next lives—my next lives. She too will suffer a terrible tragedy, and so it continues generation after generation, endlessly..."

Hua Ling, her father, and Qing Qing were stunned, unable to understand or believe it.

The mother walked towards the three vengeful spirits, and the four of them, hand in hand, were finally reunited! They flashed a momentary brilliance and disappeared from the world.

Only the father and his two daughters remained, staring blankly at each other. Suddenly losing a loved one, suddenly bearing the endless, agonizing search for their lost relative, was like a never-ending nightmare devouring their hearts…

---Bifengke

Reply [147]: Moth Spirit--1

This is a true story. You may not believe it, but I still want to share my personal experience with you.

I'm a recent graduate from a vocational high school. To prepare for the May college entrance exam for vocational high school graduates, I enrolled in a preparatory class. I initially wanted to attend a well-known preparatory class offered by a university, but those schools were all far from my home and very expensive. In the end, I chose a medical school that's only a 15-minute bike ride from my home. It's not only close, but the cost is also more than half that of other schools. My classmate, Xiaoyu, is also in class with me.

Because our class was small, with only 25 students, we were assigned to a small classroom on the fourth floor. However, we discovered that there had been a calculation error; the classroom could only seat 21 people, making it cramped. The school hoped that the students could overcome the difficulty by sharing two tables among themselves (5 students). All the classrooms had been lent to other training schools. But after the students' repeated requests, the teacher in charge finally reluctantly agreed to let our class use a large, empty classroom on the ground floor.

"Honestly, why didn't you let us use such a big classroom sooner? This classroom 108 is much bigger than classroom 402 upstairs, and it's on the ground floor so we don't have to climb such a tall building." Xiaoyu started talking non-stop as soon as she sat down.

"Yes, they could have told us to move here a long time ago. Why did the school just say there aren't any classrooms left?" I was also quite puzzled.

A chubby girl sitting in front of us turned around and chimed in, "I've been studying at this school for three years and I've never seen this classroom used."

“Yes, yes. I’ve heard there are a lot of rumors about this classroom,” a girl next to the chubby girl joined in the discussion.

Xiaoyu loved hearing gossip, so she immediately leaned closer and asked, "Tell me, what's the legend?"

"yes……"

Just as she was about to begin speaking, "smack!" A book suddenly slammed onto our desk: "Who told you to talk in class like that? Do you even want to go to college like this?" The math teacher's terrifying roar came from above.

After the teacher's shout, no one dared to speak again, and the class ended just like that. It was already 9 PM when school was over. The chubby girl and her classmates walked out of the classroom with us. Xiaoyu immediately started talking to them: "What are your names? My name is Zhou Jieyu, everyone calls me Xiaoyu." Then, pointing at me, she said, "Her name is Zhang Yun."

"My name is Li Huimin. I'm a student here," the chubby girl introduced herself.

"My name is Ding Lu. I'm a student here, just like her," the girl introduced herself confidently.

"Can you tell me about the rumors surrounding that classroom?" Xiaoyu immediately asked the question that interested her.

"You really want to know? Don't say I'm just trying to scare you when I tell you," Ding Lu said seriously.

Hearing this, Xiaoyu became even more interested and kept nodding, "I want to hear it, I want to hear it, tell me quickly!"

"You probably don't know this, but actually, the morgue is right next to classroom 108, which is 109. Because this is a medical school, even if you don't become a doctor but just a nurse, you still have to take human anatomy courses. I heard from a senior who studied here before that the original morgue was 108, but because of some incident, the school sealed off classroom 108 and moved the morgue to room 109."

A sudden chill ran down my spine. It turned out that the morgue was right next to our classroom. Even more terrifying was that our classroom used to be a place where corpses were kept.

"Ah..." The timid Xiaoyu hugged me tightly in fright. "Yun...it's so scary. I shouldn't have asked the school to change the classroom. I just felt that classroom 108 was gloomy. There was a chill in the air." Xiaoyu started to have wild thoughts again.

"Okay, okay." I comforted Xiaoyu, "It's alright, there are no ghosts in the world. Everyone says you're a coward, but you still listen to them."

"Ugh..." Ding Lu yawned. "It's late, I have class tomorrow morning, I'm going back to the dorm. Xiaomin, do you want to come back to the dorm with me?"

"Okay, I should go to sleep too," said the chubby girl, Li Huimin, who was also feeling sleepy. After saying goodbye to each other, the four of them went their separate ways.

Xiaoyu has to go to class again tonight, and she's been nagging since noon: "Yun, I'm so scared, what if there really are ghosts or monsters?"

I casually replied, "That's impossible. Have you ever seen a ghost?"

"That's true, but if there's nothing wrong, why did the school seal off that classroom?" Xiaoyu still seemed worried.

Everyone was working diligently on their problems during class when suddenly a scream shattered the silence. Looking down, they saw a moth had landed on the desk of a timid girl.

---Bifengke

Reply [148]: Moth Spirit--2

"Smack!" Li Huimin swiftly grabbed a book and swatted it at the moth. To be honest, I hate moths the most; their appearance always gives me an evil feeling. Looking at Xiaomin's book, I saw the moth's corpse and disgusting slime stuck to it. I suddenly felt that moths were even more terrifying than I had imagined. Each of its wings had two black spots, like a pair of wide-open eyes, filled with a frightening evil aura.

"Why did you kill it?" I suddenly heard the math teacher yell. I looked up at the teacher, who was in his sixties, and his eyes were filled with fear.

"Teacher, what's wrong? I'm worried it will affect our class," Xiaomin explained, feeling wronged.

"Things are going to get messy again, things are going to get messy again," the teacher muttered to herself. Ever since the moth incident, the teacher had been distracted in class. Finally, get out of class ended. The four of us walked out of the classroom together. Unable to contain my curiosity, I asked Ding Lu, "The teacher was acting really strange today. Is it related to this classroom?"

"Maybe, but I'm not really sure, because the classrooms were already sealed off when we came here to study. I only heard from older students that something very unsettling had happened in this classroom, but I don't know the specifics." It seems that only the teachers who have been teaching here for many years know what exactly happened.

Later, when we went to class, the classroom had been changed back to the original small classroom, 402. That time, we only saw Ding Lu but not Xiao Min. When we asked Ding Lu where Xiao Min was, she said that Xiao Min had suddenly disappeared. Her family had come to the school several times looking for her, saying she hadn't gone home, and her belongings were all in her dormitory, not indicating she had left the school. Later, her family reported her missing to the police, but they still haven't found her. Although we had only known Xiao Min for two weeks, we were still very worried about her disappearance, after all, we had once shared a classroom.

After school, Xiaoyu suddenly had a stomachache and asked Dinglu and me to accompany her to the first-floor restroom. Ever since she learned there was a morgue on the first floor, she hadn't dared to go to the restroom alone. After accompanying her to the restroom, we were supposed to go home separately, but suddenly we noticed that the door to classroom 108, which had been sealed off again, was ajar, and there seemed to be faint noises coming from inside. I suggested that the three of us go check it out, but Xiaoyu immediately objected. However, since Dinglu agreed, she had no choice but to go with us.

Because there were no corridor lights on the first floor, the entire corridor was extremely dark. As I approached the door of room 108, I felt my heart pounding. Ding Lu walked in front, gently pushing open the classroom door. The classroom had been pitch black, and I couldn't see anything. Suddenly, the moon pierced through the clouds. Moonlight streamed into the classroom, illuminating every corner. I saw it—I saw a scene I will never forget: the entire classroom was filled with moths. A large swarm of moths gathered in a corner, completely enveloping something, leaving only a tiny gap. From among the layers of moths, a hand emerged. I recognized that hand; it was chubby—Xiao Min's hand. We were all stunned. Each moth had a pair of eyes on its wings, reflecting an evil, terrifying light under the moonlight. Suddenly, a pair of hands reached out from behind and pulled us out of the classroom. Those hands then closed the classroom door. I finally saw clearly the owner of those hands—it was the math teacher.

"Teacher..." I said, still shaken, "It looked like Xiaomin inside just now..."

Ding Lu suddenly rushed to the classroom door and tried to open it, but the teacher rushed to stop her. Ding Lu shouted in confusion, "Xiao Min is inside! I need to save her!"

"She's dead," the teacher finally said.

"This used to be a morgue. I was a teacher here a long time ago. 30 years ago, I wasn't a math teacher, but an anatomy teacher. It was during the Cultural Revolution; many people were wrongly accused and executed. Some were driven to suicide in prison. Many bodies were sent to our school. At that time, our school morgue was full of corpses. For the school, this was a good thing, as every student had the opportunity to perform anatomy themselves. Later, moths started appearing frequently in this morgue, and their numbers kept increasing. At first, no one paid attention, but then some students suddenly disappeared. And what's more frightening is..." One thing after another happened: the remains of missing students would appear in morgue 108, their faces mangled, as if gnawed by insects. Later, I discovered that these students had all killed moths that appeared during anatomy class. I read many books about the paranormal. One book said that the souls of those who die unjustly refuse to dissipate, remaining within their bodies. Even if the body is incomplete, the soul won't dissipate but will reside in a moth's body. If someone kills a moth, leaving the soul nowhere to go, that person will be punished by the evil spirit of the deceased…

Whether you believe in the vengeance of the soul or not, don't kill moths when you see them in the future, lest you bring trouble upon yourself...

---Bifengke

Reply [149]: Demon Angel's Tears--1

I was different from others from birth. I didn't cry when I was born; I just stared blankly at everything. I had two pink bumps on my back with strange patterns, and a strange silver pattern on my forehead, like ancient writing. My birth brought immense panic to my family. They all thought I was a monster who would bring misfortune to the family. But my mother didn't believe it. The love in her eyes told me she wouldn't abandon me. She told those people, "This is my child. No matter what she looks like, I will raise her." Everyone thought my mother was crazy, including my father. He left after a big fight with my mother and never came back. My mother, with tears in her eyes, held me, the strange child, and left the village where she had lived for so long to continue our lives.

Perhaps my mother was wrong. I am indeed an ominous creature. Everyone who comes into contact with me dies or disappears. However, my mother is safe and sound. I don't know why, but I feel relieved because I love my mother. You may still be wondering why I remember what happened when I was born. Yes, you don't need to doubt it. This is not what my mother told me. She always tried to raise me as an ordinary child. However, I know everything about myself because I am not human!

I learned my true identity when I was three years old. By then, the fleshy bump on my back had grown into a pair of tiny wings, their pink hue fading to an eerie silver. My wings terrified my mother, yet she still loved me and gave me everything a child needs. Because of my strangeness and my environment, I am very withdrawn. From birth until now, I have never spoken to anyone, including my mother. Every time I see the love and helplessness in her eyes, I want to tell her that I am not mute, but I cannot, because I don't want her to see the sharp teeth in my mouth. I began to realize I was different from those happy children because I could fly, and I could see things in the darkness that they couldn't. These things were strange, transparent, and had wings; some were beautiful, some were ugly. They always surrounded me in the night, calling out in a strange language. At first, I couldn't understand a word. But when I was five, I could talk to them in that strange language. They called me "Ice Saintess," saying they wanted me to return to the Demon Realm, that my mother missed me. I didn't understand, and I didn't want to understand. I only had one mother, the woman who was always by my side. I didn't care who I was; I only knew I loved her and was grateful to her, and that was enough. I told those strange creatures I didn't know what they were saying, but I didn't want to go anywhere; I was with my mother. They screamed shrilly and their faces contorted in horror, but I remained calm; I wasn't afraid at all. Even when I was ten, I discovered I could easily grab those things, watch them struggle in my hands, and then disappear, leaving a wisp of smoke. They finally began to fear me. Each time they saw me, they stopped being so presumptuous and instead addressed me respectfully as "Holy Maiden," then retreated in fear, repeatedly telling me about my mother in the demon realm, her longing for me, and how I was originally the daughter of the Demon Mother, the future leader of the demon realm. Because of a time difference that occurs only once every three thousand years, I was brought to the human world by a spatial current, and now I could return to continue my life as a Holy Maiden. At first, I didn't care, but as they repeated themselves, I began to believe them. Because I was indeed too special, I didn't belong here. I began to waver, but I couldn't make a decision for a long time, for only one reason: my mother, a kind human.

My mother knew nothing of any of this; she simply continued to care for me and love me as always, occasionally saddened by my silence. I silently watched this woman who had given everything for me, at a loss for what to do. I was thousands of years older than her, yet I was still her daughter, and I didn't want to leave her, even though I was from the demon realm.

After living with my mother for 18 years, I finally decided to leave her. It wasn't that I hated her, but that I had to. I had become obsessed with the smell of human flesh. I stopped eating anything; I couldn't eat. Whenever my mother came near, I forced myself to resist biting her. I couldn't even look at her, afraid that one day, driven by desire, I would tear her apart. So, I left for my true home—the Demon Realm. When I left, my mother was still asleep. I wanted to kiss her forehead, but the strong smell of human flesh tempted me. My teeth uncontrollably touched her forehead, and blood spurted out, bringing me back to my senses. I sadly looked at my wailing mother, wanting to cry, but unable to. People of the Demon Realm don't shed tears. I used the feathers on my wings to stop the bleeding, and then, resolutely, flew away, leaving my mother's heart-wrenching cries and our 18 years of love behind. I left, forever…