在我记事起，爷爷就是个沉默寡言的人，他身

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提示词：Since I can remember, grandpa has always been a taciturn person. He is lean, with deep creases on his face, and his eyes always carry an indescribable depth. People in the village say that grandpa is a master, but no one can clearly say what kind of master he is. Only occasionally, in the dead of night, can one hear grandpa's low humming, a melody that is ancient and spine-chilling. Grandpa has a small room, which is his forbidden place; no one is allowed to enter except for himself. I once secretly peered through the crack of the door, only to see the dimly lit interior, the walls hung with various talismans and unknown tools, and in the center, an old wooden table with a flickering oil lamp on it. Every time this happened, grandpa would always have his back to the door, reciting something towards an object on the table, his silhouette looking particularly lonely and mysterious. That summer, a significant event occurred in the village. The old Li family at the east end of the village suddenly had ghosts haunting them. At night, one could hear piercing cries and the sound of things shattering from their house. Old Li was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he was absent-minded all day long. The villagers invited several Taoists to exorcise the evil spirits, but they all returned without success. In the end, with no other options, Old Li had no choice but to seek out grandpa. After listening to Old Li’s account, grandpa merely nodded lightly and said nothing. The next evening, grandpa told me to follow him to the Li household. I nervously trailed behind grandpa, my heart racing, unsure of what we were about to face. Upon arriving at the Li house, I saw chaos inside, with a chilling atmosphere filling the air. Grandpa took out a yellow talisman from his pocket and pasted it on the front door. Then he instructed me to stand at the entrance while he carried the oil lamp and slowly walked inside. I stood at the doorway, so tense that I didn’t dare to breathe. Just then, I suddenly heard a deep chant coming from within the house, the voice old and eerie—it was grandpa's voice. Immediately afterward, I saw beams of ghostly blue light illuminating the room, swirling in the dark as if they had a life of their own. I was so scared that I trembled all over, wanting to flee, but my feet felt rooted to the spot, unable to move. At that moment, grandpa walked out of the house, his face even paler, but his gaze was unusually firm. He glanced at me, said nothing, and just patted my shoulder. Back home, grandpa stayed up all night, sitting in front of his small room, smoking dry tobacco the entire night. The next morning, when I woke up, I saw grandpa already standing by my bed, holding a rusty dagger in his hand. "Child, this dagger is our family heirloom. Today, grandpa will pass it on to you," grandpa's voice was low and serious. I took the dagger, feeling its weight, as if it contained some mysterious power. Grandpa told me that this dagger had once slain countless evil spirits and was a sacred object for our family. From then on, whenever night fell, grandpa would take me to patrol every corner of the village. We held talismans and daggers, always ready to face any dangers that might arise. And at those times, grandpa's eyes would be particularly bright, as if he could penetrate the darkness and see things that ordinary people could not. However, good times did not last long. One night, while we were patrolling the west side of the village, we suddenly heard a frantic cry for help. Following the sound, we saw a dark figure standing in front of an abandoned courtyard, grasping a young girl whose cries were heart-wrenching. Upon seeing this, grandpa immediately rushed forward. He waved the talisman in his hand while chanting ancient incantations loudly. The dark figure let out a piercing scream and then turned into a cloud of black smoke, fleeing into the sky. Grandpa pursued relentlessly, chasing until he reached the abandoned courtyard. I stood at the entrance, anxiously watching everything inside. I saw grandpa wielding the talisman, locked in a fierce struggle with the dark figure. Suddenly, the shadow lunged at grandpa, knocking him to the ground. My heart tightened, wanting to rush in to help, but just then, I saw the dagger in grandpa's hand gleam coldly. Immediately after, I heard a sharp, agonizing scream, and the dark figure dissipated into black smoke, vanishing into the night sky. Grandpa got up from the ground; his clothes were torn, and there was a bloody scratch on his face. Yet he seemed unbothered, silently gathering the talismans and tools from the ground. I knew that grandpa had triumphed once again. However, this victory did not bring grandpa any relief. He told me that the dark figure was just one of many evil spirits; they had been lurking in the shadows, seeking opportunities to strike. To completely rid ourselves of their entanglement, we must find their source and eliminate them all at once. Thus, grandpa began to search everywhere for traces of these evil spirits. He combed through every corner of the village, consulting numerous ancient texts and materials. Finally, on a stormy night, he found the source—a hidden ancient tomb deep in the mountains. Grandpa told me that the tomb contained the remains of an ancient great sorcerer, whose resentment and curses had been haunting future generations. To break free from these evil spirits, one must enter the tomb and completely eliminate the sorcerer's grievances. Hearing this news, I hesitated. I knew that entering the tomb meant facing countless dangers and the unknown. But I also understood that this was the only way to protect my family and the village. So, I resolutely decided to accompany grandpa into the tomb. That late night, we took talismans, daggers, and food, quietly venturing into the deep mountains. After a night of trekking, we finally arrived at the entrance of the ancient tomb. The large door was tightly closed, etched with strange runes and patterns. Grandpa --ar 9:16 --stylize 100 --niji 6

中文提示词：在我记事起，爷爷就是个沉默寡言的人，他身材干瘦，脸上沟壑纵横，眼神里总是透着一种难以言喻的深邃。村里人都说，爷爷是个大师，但至于大师究竟是做什么的，却没人能说清。只是偶尔在夜深人静的时候，能听到爷爷的低吟浅唱，那曲调古老而让人毛骨悚然。 爷爷有一间小屋，那是他的禁地，除了他自己，谁也不准进去。我曾偷偷趴在门缝往里看，只见屋内昏暗，墙上挂满了各式各样的符咒和不知名的器具，中央摆着一张破旧的木桌，桌上点着一盏忽明忽暗的油灯。每当这个时候，爷爷总是背对着门，对着桌上的某个东西念念有词，那背影显得格外孤独而神秘。 那年夏天，村里发生了一件大事。村东头的老李家突然闹起了鬼，一到晚上，就能听到屋里传来凄厉的哭声和东西摔碎的声音。老李吓得脸色苍白，整天魂不守舍。村里人请了几个道士来驱邪，但都无功而返。最后，实在没办法，老李只好硬着头皮来找爷爷。 爷爷听了老李的诉说，只是淡淡地点了点头，什么也没说。第二天晚上，爷爷让我跟着他一起去老李家。我忐忑不安地跟在爷爷身后，心里七上八下，不知道即将面对的是什么。 到了老李家，只见屋内一片狼藉，空气中弥漫着一股阴冷的气息。爷爷从怀里掏出一张黄色的符咒，贴在了大门上。然后，他让我站在门口，自己则提着油灯，缓缓走进了屋内。 我站在门口，紧张得大气都不敢喘。就在这时，我突然听到屋内传来了一阵低沉的吟唱声，那声音苍老而诡异，正是爷爷的声音。紧接着，我看到屋内亮起了一道道幽蓝的光芒，那些光芒在黑暗中扭曲盘旋，仿佛有生命一般。 我吓得浑身发抖，想要逃跑，但双脚却像生了根一样，动弹不得。就在这时，爷爷从屋内走了出来，他的脸色更加苍白，但眼神却异常坚定。他看了我一眼，什么也没说，只是拍了拍我的肩膀。 回到家中，爷爷一夜未眠，他坐在小屋前，抽了一夜的旱烟。第二天清晨，当我醒来时，只见爷爷已经站在了我的床前，他的手里拿着一把锈迹斑斑的匕首。 “孩子匕首是咱们家的传家宝，今天，爷爷就把它交爷爷的声音低沉而严肃。 我接过匕首，只觉得它沉甸甸的，仿佛蕴含着某种神秘的力量。爷爷告诉我，这把匕首曾经斩杀过无数恶鬼，家人的圣物。 从那以后，每当夜幕降临，爷爷就会带着我一起巡逻村里的每一个角落。我们手里拿着符咒和匕首，时刻准备着应对可能出现的危险。而每当这个时候，爷爷的眼神总是格外明亮，仿佛能够穿透黑暗，看到那些常人无法看到的东西。 然而，好景不长。有一天晚上，当我们巡逻到村西头的时候，突然听到了一阵急促的呼救声。我们循声而去，只见一个黑影正站在一座废弃的宅院前，它的手里抓着一个年轻女孩，女孩的哭声撕心裂肺。 爷爷见状，立刻冲了上去。他一边挥舞着手中的符咒，一边高声吟唱着古老的咒语。那黑影见状，发出一阵凄厉的尖叫，然后化作一股黑烟，向空中逃去。 爷爷紧追不舍，一直追到了那座废弃的宅院里。我站在宅院门口，紧张地注视着里面的一切。只见爷爷手持符咒，与那黑影斗得难解难分。突然，黑影猛地扑向爷爷，将他扑倒在地。 我心头一紧，想要冲进去帮忙，但就在这时，我看到爷爷手中的匕首闪过一道寒光。紧接着，我听到一声凄厉的惨叫，那黑影化作一股黑烟，消失在了夜空中。 爷爷从地上爬起来，他的衣服被撕破了，脸上也划出了一道血痕。但他却毫不在意，只是默默地收拾起地上的符咒和器具。我知道，爷爷又胜利了。 然而，这次胜利却并没有让爷爷感到轻松。他告诉我，那个黑影只是众多恶鬼中的一个，它们一直在暗中窥视着我们，寻找着下手的机会。而要想彻底摆脱它们的纠缠，就必须找到它们的源头，将它们一网打尽。 于是，爷爷开始四处奔波，寻找着那些恶鬼的踪迹。他走遍了村里的每一个角落，查阅了大量的古籍和资料。终于，在一个风雨交加的夜晚，他找到了那个源头——一座隐藏在深山老林中的古墓。 爷爷告诉我，那座古墓里埋藏着一位古代的大巫师，他的怨念和诅咒一直纠缠着后人。要想彻底摆脱这些恶鬼的纠缠，就必须进入古墓，将那位大巫师的怨念彻底消除。 听到这个消息，我犹豫了。我知道，进入古墓意味着要面对无数的危险和未知。但我也明白，这是唯一能够保护家人和村庄的方法。于是，我毅然决然地决定，陪爷爷一起进入古墓。 那天深夜，我们带着符咒、匕首和干粮，悄悄地走进了深山。经过一夜的跋涉，我们终于来到了那座古墓的入口。只见古墓的大门紧闭着，上面刻满了诡异的符文和图案。 爷爷
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