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Being blind didn't mean that you couldn't see anything.

There are things in the world that people can't see.

There is no such thing as absolute secrecy. As long as it actually exists, it can always be discovered.

In my race, there is a Godzu grandmother who is still alive and well over a hundred years old. Those of her generation had already died. Even her sons and daughters were buried in the ground, and if she went any further, there would be no continuation of the direct line of descent. A bunch of great-grandchildren, all of them related to her.

Now, she's in the care of my grandfather. Because my grandfather had taken over her courtyard. She was two generations older than my grandfather. My grandfather called her Granny Nine. Her name is Hu Shizhen.

Hu Shizhen was blind. But not born blind. It was said that when she was thirteen, she saw something terrible. She was so scared that she closed her eyes and did not dare to open them again. A long time passed, roughly four or five years. It wasn't until the day she became a wife that the groom lifted the cover of her red hair. Only then did she slowly open her eyes, which had been closed for a long time, revealing a pair of swollen, scarlet eyes.

At first glance, she was disappointed with her husband. Because his grandfather was a retard with slobbering eyes and a crooked mouth. It was no wonder that at that time, she had a strange personality. Not only did she never open her eyes, but she didn't say anything to anyone. They treated her like an autistic patient and betrothed her to a fool.

She didn't like to look at idiots, so she was extremely angry. She simply closed her eyes again. Aside from eating and sleeping, he sat cross-legged on the bed all day without making a sound. He did not open his eyes nor did he look at anything. He was like an old monk meditating. But she married a farmer who grew crops and should have gone to work in the fields. He was just lying on the bed, eating and drinking without a care for anything else. He didn't even hold an embroidery needle. Naturally, he was very annoying and couldn't avoid being scolded and beaten. However, no matter how much her body suffered, she did not open her eyes. He couldn't kill him, which made his in-laws hate him to the extreme.

Finally, one day. Her stupid husband went crazy, swung his stick and knocked her out, pulled her out of bed, dragged her to the stove, and branded her eyes with two pieces of red-hot iron. It scalded her pretty face until it was blurry and left behind a deep scar. A pair of eyes could no longer be opened. Because the upper and lower eyelids adhere to one another and grow together, the later eye granulation becomes thicker and harder like a cocoon.

And later on, she didn't know how Hu Shizhen learned it, but she earned her living by just crying out people's souls.

A soul cry is a soul lost, called back by her. After a person lost their soul, it was as if they had hysteria. They just stood there in a daze without saying anything. When Hu Shizhen called Hun'er back, that person would become extremely nimble. Needless to say, she truly did have some ability. She was able to bring people back to their senses, making her quite famous within a radius of several dozen li. However, she refused to accept money when she called out her soul, saying that it was because she was good at cultivation. This made my grandfather's advice useless and very dissatisfied. Amongst the people who came to ask for help, there was no lack of rich and powerful people, even if it was with a big mouth, they would still be willing to give money. If Hu Shizhen was willing to charge, then my family's life would definitely improve by a lot.

My name is Jin Shi. The grown-up who named me wanted me to pick up the gold.

When I was eight, near the Spring Festival, I was sitting in the courtyard with a book in my arms, engrossed in reading. My cousin quietly moved over, but I didn't know that he had lit a thick cannon and thrown it under the bench where I was sitting. Bang! The sky-shaking price exploded. I fell down in shock, unconscious. After being woken up, his eyes were glazed, and his expression was sluggish, accompanied with salivating and lost for words. He was scared silly, his soul had collapsed and fled.

Mother quickly carried me and went to find Hu Shizhen.

According to my mother's description, Hu Shizhen had grabbed my right hand, pinched it back and forth for a while, and her calm face was gradually filled with worry. Damn it, I can't call this kid's soul over. Usually, when you call out to someone a soul, you will do it very well. There was never a single time when you did not succeed, so why is it not possible when you come to your family's great-grandson? Hu Shizhen explained: ”This child's hand is extremely cold, and is unable to warm up. This means that our grandson's soul will never come back, and is determined to be separated from his body. ”

The mother was puzzled and said, ”From Great-grandma's words, it seems like Soul isn't willing to return to my family and children?”

Hu Shizhen nodded, and said: ”That's right!”

”But why?” my mother asked.

Hu Shizhen shook her head and said, ”I don't know. Logically speaking, only when a person dies should his soul leave his body and never return. But now, his breathing and pulse are even, and he doesn't seem like someone who will die in a short period of time! ”

Mother was so angry that she cried. ”What should we do then?” Is this person capable of losing his soul? ”

Hu Shizhen comforted her, ”Grandson's wife, don't be too busy grieving. Carry the child home first and don't let him be frozen.

”What if he doesn't come back?”

Hu Shizhen no longer said a word.

I spent the next week or so in bed, eating and drinking and being served and being kept in a state of stupidity, not responding at all to the shouts of my parents. He had no choice but to put all his savings into a carriage and send it to the county's main hospital. The doctor was diagnosed as having lost his mind and took a few doses of traditional Chinese medicine. He even took a few injections, but there was no sign of any improvement. My parents were disheartened, so they dragged me home to take care of me like a vegetable.

Half a month had passed since the start of the new year, and it was now the day of the Lantern Festival. The whole country celebrated the same day, and the people were in an extraordinary state of excitement. In contrast, my house was deathly still without a trace of happiness. My parents were lying on the bed, drooling and drooling. They were sighing endlessly, and tears were streaming down their faces.