smuggler

Chapter 372

It may be that my nerves have been tense, and I woke up when I slept late at night.

Through the window, I saw that there was still candlelight projecting in at the gate of the main room.

At this time, I also felt a little bit like going to the bathroom, so I got out of bed, put on my shoes, and walked towards the door.

The door of the main room was open, but a candle was lit on the table, but otherwise the room was empty.

Grandma's toilet is still an old hut, and a shed was built next to the house.

I didn't notice anything when I went to the toilet, but I knew that after I came back from the toilet, when I passed the gate, I accidentally saw a figure standing in the dark yard.

The sudden glance gave me a shock, and when I took a closer look, I was a little surprised.

Because the one standing in the yard turned out to be my aunt.

At this moment, she was like a piece of wood without aura, with her head raised and her neck raised, her posture was indescribably strange.

She looked up at the sky with her neck upright, straight and motionless.

I raised my head suspiciously to look at the night sky. The night was as dark as ink tonight, the sky was pitch black, and there were no stars at all.

I cautiously walked to her side and asked in a low voice, "Auntie, it's so late, what are you looking at here?"

The aunt's neck was raised high, stretched straight, and she said dryly, "I'm waiting for someone!"

"Wait for someone?" I was confused, and then asked, "Who are you waiting for?"

Auntie turned her head slowly, opened her mouth blankly and said, "Wait for Zhang Deng."

At that time, it was like slow motion. When my aunt turned her head completely stiff, the first sight she saw made people take a breath of cold air.

At this moment, my aunt's eyes were actually closed.

Could it be that she is sleepwalking now?
What's even more chilling is that under the eyelids of her tightly closed eyes, it seems that her two eyeballs are constantly turning, which looks very scary.

I was quite frightened by her appearance, I took a step back unconsciously, and asked nervously: "Who is Zhang Deng? During the day, I heard Aunt Wang mention it too!"

But my aunt didn't reply, as if the eyes under her eyelids were staring at me closely, but after staring at me for a while, she turned around and walked into the room with her head drooped.

After entering the room, I froze for a while before I recovered.

At this time, I walked to the room where my aunt slept, and saw that she was lying quietly on the bed, so I looked carefully for a while.

She was breathing steadily, as if she was asleep.

Could it be that my aunt was really sleepwalking just now?
But in my memory, I also lived with my aunt for a long time, and she never had sleepwalking.

She kept raising her head in the yard just now, and she didn't know what she was looking at?
Back in the house, when I lay on the bed again, I couldn't help but feel deeply confused again.

This is the second time I have heard of Zhang Deng.

Who is he?
Although everything in the village seems to be peaceful, this kind of tranquility always gives me a very ominous feeling.

It seems that after dawn, I should go around the village, maybe I can find some clues, or the source of my uneasiness.

After getting away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and the habit of living at my grandma's house, I slept until dawn. When I woke up, my aunt was already tidying up the room with her sick body.

"Yaoyao is up, go brush your teeth and wash your face, your Uncle Lin has boiled the water." Auntie said to me with a smile.

She behaved the same as before and I couldn't see any difference.

However, I can't help but think of her sleepwalking in the yard last night, looking up at the sky with her eyes closed.

It is said that people will not know what happened in sleepwalking after waking up.

Of course I didn't take the initiative to tell my aunt about this, so I could only act as if nothing had happened.

After breakfast, I wanted to walk around the village when I had nothing to do. The weather today is not very good, it is a little dark, and it seems to be raining.

Walking on the village road, looking at the scene in front of me, it seems that nothing has changed, and there is not much difference from the memory.

Just as I was thinking, I heard a burst of thunder in the sky, and the patter of rain came as soon as it was said, and the sound of rain in the mountains began to rise and fall one after another.

Just as she was about to run home, a familiar voice came from her ear: "It's Yaoyao, when did you come back, don't just stand there stupidly, come in and hide from the rain for a while."

When I turned around, I saw a middle-aged woman with a sallow complexion and a short, dark figure closing the courtyard door in the rain. When she saw me, she hurriedly called me into the house.

It's Mrs. Ding from the village!

"It's raining too much, come in quickly." Mrs. Ding waved to me quickly.

The rain came quickly and quickly, and it was pouring.

I didn't care about what to say, I quickly got into the yard, after Mrs. Ding closed the door, she ran under the eaves in the rain.

Arriving under the eaves, Mrs. Ding was arranging her half-wet clothes and hair while cursing, talking about the weather, high-end ones and so on.

After tidying up her hair, Mrs. Ding turned to me and asked, "Yaoyao, when did you come back?"

"I just came back yesterday afternoon." I replied with a smile.

Mrs. Ding nodded, and kept praising me for being in the city, saying that I am getting better and better looking, and I will definitely have great promise in the future.

People in the village often say this kind of thing, every time I hear it, I can only deal with it with an embarrassed smile, I really don't know what to say.

Mrs. Ding and I were chatting when suddenly an old woman's voice came from behind the room.

"Guixiu, is there a visitor at home? Who are you talking to?"

The voice was very old, but I could tell it was the third grandma in the village.

Because they are all in the same village, I basically know something about the situation in the village.

Mrs. Ding's husband died early when she went out to work, and the two of them had no children. Mrs. Ding never remarried, so she stayed in this house and lived with her husband's mother.

Mrs. Ding hurriedly said: "Mom, it's Yaoyao from our village. When it rained when passing by our house, she came in to avoid it."

After finishing speaking, I hurriedly called the third grandma at the door again.

The third grandma was not deaf at all, she smiled and said, "It's raining heavily outside, let's sit inside."

At this moment, I suddenly heard a "baa" sound from behind the house.

I said to Mrs. Ding: "Sister-in-law, I haven't seen Third Grandma for a long time. Is she in good health recently?"

Aunt Ding smiled and nodded: "The body has always been very strong, and now I am still feeding the sheep behind the house!"

I wondered: "Feed the sheep?"

No wonder I heard sheep bleating just now.

I said, "I remember my sister-in-law's family didn't raise sheep!"

Aunt Ding smiled unabated: "Your third grandma wanted to drink goat milk, so I bought a pair and raised them for half a year, but I didn't expect to give birth to a lamb."

Although I was in the village, I seldom saw sheep when I was a child, so I said to Mrs. Ding with great interest, "Can I go and see?"

"There's nothing wrong with that, it's not some rare item, you want to see sister-in-law take you there!"

Mrs. Ding let me enter the house and go out through the back door behind the main room.

I followed Mrs. Ding into the house, and when I opened the back door and entered the back room, I suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood.

The smell of blood was very strong, I raised my head and couldn't help but glance at Mrs. Ding.

Her face was so dark that I couldn't see the expression clearly.

I followed into the back room, and the smell of blood spread, making people want to vomit.

The back room is the former firewood house, but it is empty inside, and a shack has been built around it, which is a bit dark and full of hay.

The smell of sheep and the smell of blood were mixed together, and I regretted coming in.

"The lamb is eating!" Mrs. Ding pointed to the front.

I saw the third grandma with my back on her back, putting something into the trough in front of her, and the smell of blood became very strong and pungent.

Mrs. Ding said to me again: "Be careful in the past, this lamb has bitten people very hard."

I don't quite understand: "Sheep still need people?"

These sheep are all herbivores, and most of them are very gentle, how can they bite people?

Mrs. Ding was surprised when she heard what I said. She glanced at me and said, "Of course sheep bite people, and they bite very hard."

The third grandma turned her back to me, without turning her head back, she smiled and said, "The little lamb is very obedient these days, don't listen to your sister-in-law's nonsense, you will know when you come over and see, he is very well-behaved!"

Out of curiosity, I walked into the back room and got closer to the third grandma.

Although the room was a bit dark, it wasn't pitch black, but it wasn't until I walked in and stood behind the third grandma that I saw the bloody and extremely weird scene.

(End of this chapter)