Just as this thought flashed through my mind, a hand landed on my shoulder with a smack!

There was someone following me from behind. Furthermore, I didn't notice anything along the way. Who is he …

When this large hand suddenly falls down, I was so shocked that I almost fainted.

Even though I was extremely scared, I didn't dare to shout out loud. I gritted my teeth as my body continued to tremble. Then, I slowly turned my head around and looked back.

"Oh, so it's a little boy. Why are you here?"

In the darkness, there was a large, furry black face. On this black face, there seemed to be a very obvious scar.

With the sound of his voice, I could tell that he was the King's Butcher.

In my panic, after hearing the voice of the butcher, I immediately felt a sense of security, like a drowning person suddenly grabbing onto a stalk of straw.

I forcefully held on to butcher Wang's big hand and anxiously said, "Uncle Wang, hurry and come to my house to have a look. My uncle's coffin has moved."

Faced with my plea, butcher Wang frowned and thought for a moment before nodding his head. "Bring me there to take a look."

After receiving Butcher Wang's confirmation, I ran back home quickly without saying a word. Butcher Wang had also followed me back home.

When we returned, the coffin creaked.

Her grandmother was already so old. At this moment, she was using her somewhat shriveled body to press herself onto the coffin board.

The strength of the coffin board, however, was quite great. Grandmother's frail body, like a dandelion, swayed up and down with the coffin board.

Seeing that I had called for the butcher, Grandma shouted from afar, "Come quickly!"

Following her shout, her body could no longer hold on and she fell to the ground, crying out in pain.

"Take good care of your grandmother, leave this to me."

After saying that, he hurriedly rushed forward, took out a pig slaughtering knife covered in blood, and charged forward like an arrow. Then, he stabbed the knife into the coffin.

With a "pu" sound, the Pig Slaughtering Knife's edge was extremely sharp and the blade itself was very thick. Even so, half of the blade still pierced into the blade.

As the Pig Slaughtering Knife was inserted into the coffin, I saw droplets of blood flowing along the blade and onto the coffin board.

When I helped my grandmother up, I saw that the blood had been sucked into the coffin through the cracks.

Although I had witnessed this strange sight, I did not dare to say a single word.

"What's going on? "How did he suddenly become a swindler?" When the coffin had stopped moving, the butcher came over and turned to his grandmother.

Breathing heavily, Grandma shook her head and said, "I'm not sure either. When I woke up, I heard a young man shouting in the yard. I came out to take a look and it was already like this."

Then, the butcher Wang cast his gaze on me and looked at me inquiringly.

For a moment, I felt ashamed and indignant. At this critical juncture, I couldn't say that the reason why I was shouting so loudly was because there was a pervert who was trying to plot against me, right?

Whether they believed such a weird thing or not was the same thing. More importantly, I'm a girl from the same house. If this got out, I would be soiled by a sex fiend. How would I live in the future?

Thinking about this, my brain spins rapidly. Almost at the same moment that Butcher Wang looked at me, I quickly pointed at that wild cat.

"That wild cat. When I was guarding my uncle's spirit, it came out of nowhere and scratched me whenever it saw me." After saying that, I stretched out my arm in grief.

On my arm, I could clearly see a few bloody marks. It was left behind by that wild cat.

Looking at the scar on my hand, butcher Wang's frown lessened a little and he looked towards the cat in the cage.

Who would have thought that the wild cat would be so ferocious?

In the blink of an eye, it had already killed all of the chickens in the chicken coop.

At first glance, he could clearly see that it was filled with the corpses of hens.

In the cage, other than this ferocious cat, there were some feathers flying everywhere.

I could see that during the time I was away from home, there had been a big battle between the wildcats and the hens.

I don't understand how a wild cat could be so fierce. Not only did it attack me, but it also killed all the hens here.

He turned to the butcher and asked, "Is there something wrong with the cat?"

The butcher frowned and took a long look. After a while, he shook his head and said, "It's nothing. I am fine now. You can go to sleep."

After saying that, he hurriedly left as if something had happened to him.

With so many things happening in the family, how could I possibly be sleeping?

However, considering my grandmother's age, I still said a lot and let her go to bed.

I stood alone in the courtyard, looking at the coffin in front of me. I was scared to death, but there was nothing I could do.

Faintly, I felt that a pair of eyes were watching me from the shadows. Faintly, I felt that a pair of large hands were grabbing onto my throat. No matter how I struggled, there was no intention of letting me go.

Suddenly.

With a sweep of my eyes, I discovered that the Pig Slaughtering Knife on the coffin seemed to be slightly strange.

When butcher Wang made his move, I saw that the surface of the Pig Slaughtering Knife was filled with a layer of blood.

As the Pig Slaughtering Knife fiercely stabbed into the coffin, the blood should have flowed along the coffin and onto the ground.

However, when he looked at it now, he could see that there was not a single drop of blood on the ground. All the blood had somehow gotten into the gap of the coffin.

Could it be that Second Uncle had become a vampire?

Otherwise, why would the blood be so inexplicably absorbed?

Thinking about this question.

I carefully ran to the chicken coop and caught a dead hen while the wild cat didn't have any intention of attacking me.

Strangely speaking, this wild cat was only fiercely lying in the cage looking at me, and didn't have any intention of attacking me.

I took the dying hen to the coffin.

As I did so, I placed the hen on the lid of the coffin.

I discovered that the blood that had stopped flowing from the broken neck of the hen was flowing out again. Moreover, it was flowing very fast. In just a short while, a large portion of it had already flowed out.

As for this blood, it seemed to have some sort of pattern as it followed a particular meridian and entered the coffin.

It was a strange thing. A perfectly fine old hen had turned into a skeleton in no time at all.

If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I would never have believed it.

Fortunately, other than the things that these cowards heard, there was nothing else special about them.

When I thought of the strangeness of this situation, I couldn't help but step forward and throw the old hen, who had been sucked clean, into a corner.

When I came back, trembling, the blood on the coffin had already been sucked dry, leaving only the Pig Slaughtering Knife left on top.

Sitting in front of the coffin, I wondered if Butcher Wang knew about my family before he came.

Otherwise, where would the blood on his Pig Slaughtering Knife have come from? It looked as if it had been prepared beforehand …

While I was thinking about these questions, I leaned heavily on the coffin and fell asleep once again.

This way, I could finally sleep in peace. Although sleeping in the yard was a bit cold, under these circumstances, sleeping would be happier than anything else.

When I woke up, it was the next morning.

Grandma had already cleaned up the courtyard and came to many neighbors to arrange for burial.

It was just that butcher Wang who presided over the funeral had not come. With this, everyone would not be able to make up their minds.

One by one, they began to talk among themselves in the courtyard, which was filled with the buzz of conversation.

It was not until ten o'clock that the butcher arrived.

At this time, the face of the butcher looked even more brutal. Moreover, he didn't seem to have slept at all for the entire night. He looked like he was extremely tired, as if he had sunk into water.

After he arrived, he did not stop to rest. He pointed to the big sun in the sky and said, "The auspicious hour has arrived. Everyone hurry up and bury him."

Following his arrival, the young brawny laborers who had nothing to do in the yard immediately gathered around and lit a cigarette. Each of them held onto a piece of yellow paper, placed it on top of their hands, and held onto a pole.

Due to the strange events of the previous day, the number of people carrying the coffin had increased from nine to twelve.

Eight people were carrying a living person, while nine people were carrying a dead person.

Because nine is the absolute count, after nine it will be zero. Therefore, in our area, there are usually at most nine people who can carry coffins.

However, the incident yesterday had left a lingering fear in everyone's hearts. Thus, the reason why the number of people had increased to twelve was for safety's sake.

Speaking of which, this time, the butcher Wang did not lie to us. He really did bring the coffin out, and he carried it out of the village very smoothly.

However, what made me puzzled was that, as the Second Uncle, his coffin should have been buried in an ancestral tomb.

However, what was strange was that he was actually buried in a small col not too far away from the ancestral tombs.

This small col was filled with people digging their way up to the grass. When they were rooting the cattle, the cows would never go to such a place, but their second uncle was buried in such a place.

It should be known that yesterday, the elder sister that I bought could be buried in the ancestral tomb while second uncle was buried outside. Regarding this, I really don't understand it.

Then I went up to Grandma: "Grandma, why is Second Uncle's coffin buried here, not in the ancestral grave?"

Unexpectedly, the always amiable grandmother, upon hearing my words, immediately glared at me. She extended her hand to pinch my arm, causing me to tear up.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask!"

My grandmother's harshness scared me.

Seeing me like this, Grandma also felt that it was a bit over the top. She immediately patted my head and whispered, "Because …"

Before Grandma could say anything, the butcher rushed towards us with an angry look on his face.