After the chaos subsided for a while, my mother reacted and turned back to protect me. My father grabbed a broom and started beating, while Xiaoyong cried and covered his head in fear.

The door was suddenly kicked open, and Uncle Liu rushed in with a flashlight in his hand. He grabbed a piece of sheepskin and covered me, pressing it down, telling me not to breathe.

I quickly held my breath, and my mother covered my mouth with her hand.

The fierce wind in the room instantly quieted down.

We didn't leave until the next day when it was bright outside.

The sheep was still hanging on the jujube tree.

However, the entire sheep had swollen up, round and bulging, covered in scratches, emitting a strong stench, and covered in flies.

It was only then that I noticed a few slight scratches on my own arm, with blackened wounds, all left by Qiuge.

Uncle Liu inspected the sheep and felt relieved. He asked us to put the sheep in a burlap bag and bury it somewhere, without wanting anything that was inside.

Then he brought a bowl of water, drew a talisman, and burned it for me to drink. He also wrote another talisman, wrapped it in plastic wrap, and asked me to wear it close to my body.

After Uncle Liu did all this, the black mark on my leg disappeared that night.

But I still had some doubts and asked Uncle Liu:

"How is Qiuge now?"

Uncle Liu quickly said:

"Don't worry, we fooled her and she won't bother you. You shouldn't bother her anymore either."

My mother also said not to think about this matter anymore.

I didn't say anything more, but I still felt a lingering sense of owing Qiuge something.