When I heard about virgin blood, I was stunned. What is this virgin blood?

Before I could react, Butcher Liu threw me a bunch of keys and said, "It's in a small red wooden box in the drawer of my room. Look for it."

I could only nod my head and bravely went to Butcher Liu's house.

Along the way, I met many seniors in the village. They all asked me where I was going, how my family was, and whether I needed their help. All of them were rejected by me.

When I reached the house of Butcher Liu, I opened the door and went in. The door of the hall was not locked, it was just hanging there. I pushed it open and made a sound that felt like it was from an age.

I went into Butcher Liu's room and started rummaging through the boxes. Soon, I found the small wooden box in a small table near Butcher Liu's bed. Opening it, I saw that there was a long thing curled up inside.

This should be the virgin blood that Butcher Liu talked about? I thought to myself as I closed the box and carried it away, but all of a sudden I found a yellowed diary at the bottom of the box when I took it away.

He unintentionally swept a glance at it and didn't take it to heart, but this yellowed diary actually had three large words written on it: Book of Life and Death!

I wondered what was going on. The diary seemed to have some sort of magic, attracting me to look at it.

But at the same time, there was another voice that told me not to touch other people's things. After a few moments of hesitation, reason overcame my curiosity and I turned around to leave.

But at this moment, God loves to play tricks on people. A gust of wind blew through the window, blowing the book open. I subconsciously closed the drawer, but I discovered that there was something wrong.

Because I saw a familiar name on the book, Wang Huajiang.

Isn't that my second uncle's name? Why would it be in Butcher Liu's diary? I put down the red box, took out the diary, and flipped to the page with Second Uncle. To my surprise, not only is there Second Uncle's name, there's also Grandfather, Grandma, Father, and even my name.

Five neat rows.

Grandfather was in first place, Second Uncle was in second place, but for some reason, the two names already had their names crossed out with a pen. Grandma was in third place, Dad was in fourth place, and I was the last.

Only the word "unknown" was written on the back of my name.

More importantly, our family has a grandfather who has passed away more than ten years ago, but he didn't leave. Only without his mother, his mother passed away earlier than his grandfather, how could he forget about his mother?

This discovery was a little hard for me to understand. Why did Butcher Liu write our family's name in his diary, and more importantly, why did this diary make him a Book of Life and Death?

I turned the page from beginning to end. Apart from our house, there was no one else in the entire village. Only our family names appeared in the Book of Life and Death.

At that moment, I heard the sound of hurried footsteps outside. I quickly put the diary back in its place and closed the drawer.

The next second, Butcher Liu rushed in frantically. When he saw Butcher Liu, I couldn't help but be stunned. "Butcher Liu, why are you back?"

Butcher Liu stood in the doorway with a sullen face, staring at me with a pair of eyes that looked very scary. "What are you doing? Taking something out for so long?"

The face of Butcher Liu is scary enough. If he knew that I touched his things, then I would definitely be in trouble.

Trembling, I replied that there were too many drawers in the room. It took me a long time to find the red box he was talking about.

After saying that, I took out the red box from my bosom. "It, it's this, right?"

Butcher Liu ignored me and walked straight in. I stepped aside and he opened the drawer. Then he turned his head and asked me in an interrogative tone, "You didn't read the diary below?"

I shook my head to tell him I hadn't read it, and at the same time asked him in a daze if he had a diary. I closed the box as soon as I took it.

Butcher Liu's expression calmed down a bit. He stopped looking gloomy and instead squeezed out a smile and said to me, "It's fine, your Uncle Liu usually likes to write his diary to express his emotions. Some things aren't suitable for you, so that's why Uncle Liu …"

Uncle Liu didn't finish his last sentence, but I understood what he meant. I nodded to show that I understood. This was his private matter, so I couldn't look around.

Only then did Butcher Liu start laughing, telling me to hurry up and leave. After a while, the time of mourning was over.

When I returned home with Butcher Liu, the village chief was still waiting for me. When he saw Butcher Liu standing up, he complained, "Why is it so slow for me to take things?" What a nuisance.

I don't blame him for not saying it clearly. He had too many drawers in his room, and he didn't say which one.

With Butcher Liu's explanation, the Village Head did not say anything, and Butcher Liu was no longer idle. He took out the goat's intestines from the red box and passed through the bottom of Second Uncle's coffin.

At this moment, Second Uncle's coffin had already been placed on four bowls. What I didn't expect was that the bowls didn't shatter. The coffin was very heavy.

After finishing all this, the village chief and Butcher Liu used scissors to cut open the intestines of the sheep. The blood inside immediately spurted out, wetting a large area at the bottom of the coffin. The entire room was filled with the thick smell of blood.

Is this the blood of a virgin? I couldn't help but think.

After finishing all this, Butcher Liu grabbed a rooster from my cage. The rooster was still crowing in Butcher Liu's hands, but after being placed on Second Uncle's coffin, he stopped screeching and shrunk into a ball, as if he was very scared.

Butcher Liu held the head with one hand and comforted the rooster with the other. He kept singing something, but I couldn't hear it clearly. After a while, the rooster raised his head again and became full of fighting spirit.

Slaughterer Liu quickly told the others to return to their seats, and the few youngsters started to raise their voices again.

Following Butcher Liu's order, the rooster began to crow.

"Arrest the coffin!"

At the command of Butcher Liu, the eight of them exerted all their strength. To my surprise, this time they actually lifted it up! Butcher Liu repeated what he said before and led the way out of the hall.

After leaving, Second Uncle really left us. Thinking back to the times when I was young and together with Second Uncle, I couldn't control myself and tears started streaming down my face.

"Hehehe, hehehehe …"

I thought it was Butcher Liu again, but when I came out of the house I saw that the rooster had actually jumped down from the coffin! As if the yard had gone mad, I immediately pecked at the people who had carried the coffin, and in order to avoid being pecked, they had no choice but to throw away the bars on their shoulders.

Dong!

The coffin fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Butcher Liu became furious and cursed loudly. He grabbed a knife and rushed towards the rooster. With a single slash, he chopped off the head of the rooster. Only after the corpse was separated from the family did the rooster behave.

The expressions of the few people in the yard were not good. Some of their pants had been torn by the rooster and were bleeding. It was obvious how fierce this rooster was just now.

The village chief's face turned ashen. He walked to the butcher Liu with a trembling body and asked him with a frightened expression, 'What's going on? Wasn't this rooster crazy just a moment ago when it just walked out?'

Butcher Liu sighed and threw away the chicken head, explaining to the village head that it was probably caused by the killing intent. For the time being, Second Uncle could not go to the grave and he would have to dry it for a few hours.

Butcher Liu told the village head to go back first. He would call them when the time came, but the village head stayed behind. He felt that his second uncle was too strange. Even if there were more people, he would still have more helpers.

Butcher Liu did not force the coffin to fall. It was taboo for the deceased to fall, but there was no chance of redemption since it had already fallen. All he could do was try his best to avoid contact with the coffin.

Butcher Liu took out the bowls from before. They were already a bit dark, so the light in the room was not too bright. When he took them out, it became a lot more obvious, as if they were black from the smoke.

Butcher Liu looked at the four black bowls with a serious face, but he did not say anything. With the help of the village chief, he placed the bowls on the four corners of the coffin and carried the coffins again.

After that, the coffin was exposed to the sun. Today's weather was exceptionally good, with no clouds, and it was summer. The sun was vicious, so we all went back to the house. Only Slaughterer Liu was sitting alone on the stone steps, smoking.

This wait lasted an entire afternoon. The sun had set and the temperature had dropped. However, Butcher Liu still had no intention of letting us up.

Butcher Liu walked in from the outside and told the village chief that he had no way to get out of the coffin today. He could only tell them to go back and rest tomorrow.

The village chief and the others could only go back. Before leaving, he was still worried, so he told butcher Liu to call him if anything happened.

After the village chief agreed, he left.

After Liu stayed at home for a while, his grandmother also let him go home. After a busy day, it was time to rest.

At first, Butcher Liu didn't want to leave, but after Grandmother said so, he even told us before he left that this coffin had been exposed to the sun for a long time, so it should be fine at night. However, for safety's sake, it was better to send someone to guard it.

I volunteered to shoulder this matter. Butcher Liu praised me a few times and left.

Gran and I stayed with her until late into the night. Gran yawned and yawned. She was already so old, but staying up late was really hard, so I persuaded her to go back to her room and rest for a while.

At my insistence, my grandmother gave in and asked me to call her at one in the morning. Then she would come and take my shift and I would go to bed.

I nodded in assent before returning to the house.

I was the only one left in the courtyard. The moonlight was very good today, and I could clearly see the surroundings. However, guarding a coffin was quite scary, especially after all that had happened today.

I shivered, but couldn't retreat. I could only put my hands together and pray that Second Uncle would behave tonight. Don't scare me, I'm a coward.

Perhaps it was due to my prayers, or perhaps it was because of Second Uncle's kindness that he found out that the coffin had always been quite stable and did not become a demon. Thus, I felt a lot more at ease.

Deep in the night, I couldn't stand it any longer so I slept for a while. Then, as I was half asleep, I heard a weird cry …