cloudy day

Chapter 8 Burning
I was scared out of my wits, but I couldn't make a sound, and I couldn't move as if I had been cast by some kind of magic spell. I could only watch the eerie woman slowly enter the room through the window!
Time passed by, and the woman seemed to have no bones on her body, just like a snake and its strange posture got in.

But just when the woman's bone claw was about to grab me, a familiar white figure appeared again.

The man in white appeared outside the window with a white lantern in his hand, behind the woman...

At this moment, my whole body regained consciousness, and I sat up with an exclamation, only to find that the sky outside was already bright, the windows were not opened, and there were no female ghosts and lanterns in the room.

It turned out that this was a dream.

I let out a long sigh of relief, wiped off the profuse sweat from my head, and couldn't help thinking about the weird scene last night again. What happened to the sudden appearance of eight large sedan chairs and people carrying white lanterns?

I couldn't sleep anymore, I got off the kang and put on my shoes to go to the bathroom, but when I passed by the warehouse, I suddenly heard something moving in the dark room.

I walked over curiously, and through the crack of the door, I vaguely saw a person squatting inside. Although it was just a back view, I could tell who it was at a glance. It was Mr. Jiang who was missing an arm.

I was about to knock on the door lightly, but suddenly I felt something was wrong with the atmosphere, and a rancid smell wafted out of the room.

I am so familiar with this smell, even though my sense of smell is not very sensitive because I just woke up, I still smell the smell of a dead person.

A cloud of yin came through the crack of the door, and I shivered all over, as if I was still in a nightmare.

Mr. Jiang, he...wouldn't be...

I held my breath and carefully peeped at the situation inside, and saw Mr. Jiang holding a hatchet and chopping it down fiercely, making a crisp sound of bones breaking and tendons snapping!
The morning sun outside was slowly rising, and a beam of warm sunlight shone into the dark room. I was shocked to see that there was a person lying under Mr. Jiang's body, and the arm that was chopped off just now was a person!
I woke up in an instant. After experiencing so much bad luck, I couldn't help but think, that person couldn't be the adoptive father, could he?
I was paralyzed by this thought and sat on the ground. I looked at the wing room where my adoptive father lived in panic, and I really wanted to scream out of my anxiety.

"Kaba Kaba" came a few more crisp and scary sounds, I took a deep breath, and planned to continue to peek and identify who the corpse was.

But just when I lay on the crack of the door, I saw a bloodshot eye!This time I couldn't bear it anymore, and cried out loudly.

The old wooden door creaked open, Mr. Jiang's one eye was looking at me indifferently, and he was still holding the hatchet that was stained with black blood in his hand.

"Little Changsheng, why are you here?" Mr. Jiang asked softly, his expression was calm.

"Grandpa Jiang, you...you..." I was so panicked that I didn't know what to say, but I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, because I saw that the corpse in the warehouse was not my adoptive father, but a stranger.

At this moment, Mr. Jiang subconsciously closed the door with his backhand. He said with a guilty conscience, "I'm killing a pig, and I'll cook you something delicious tonight."

I nodded foolishly, confused by the situation in front of me and didn't know what to say, but when I was at a loss, my adoptive father's voice came from the south wing, "Changsheng, come in, I have something to tell you."

I glanced at Mr. Jiang, he walked slowly back into the warehouse, continuing to wield the hatchet.

I came to my adoptive father's room stunned, and stammered and asked, "Father...Father, what is Grandpa Jiang doing? What happened to that corpse, he...did he kill someone?"

The adoptive father lowered his head and rubbed his disabled legs, hesitated for a while and said to me: "Your Grandpa Jiang is a corpse hunter. Because the corpse has not been claimed for a long time, he is going to burn it for a while. Just now, he was afraid that the corpse would be destroyed when the corpse was burned. It will explode, so use a hatchet to chop it a few times first."

"Why didn't you just bury it if it was so troublesome?" I asked dubiously.

"Some corpses buried in the soil will cause corpse change." The adoptive father said lightly, and at the same time there was a burning smell in the yard.

My adoptive father coughed for a while. I was worried about his condition so I stopped asking about it and hurried down to make medicine.

Not long after, the medicine was ready, and Mr. Jiang brought in breakfast. There were two bowls of porridge in front of me and my adoptive father. I stirred them with a spoon, and there were preserved eggs and lean meat in the porridge.

For some reason, I always feel that there is a rancid smell in this bowl of porridge, especially the lean diced meat, which looks like...

The adoptive father drank the porridge, but Mr. Jiang was eating the steamed buns and the pickles in front of him. His eyes seemed to avoid the two bowls of porridge.

I always feel that something is wrong, and I can't help but think back to the words that the village accountant said...

cannibal.

(End of this chapter)