It turned out to be Mr. Wan. Since my son is sick, I should be taken to his house at the bottom of the mountain, why do I go deep into the mountains inexplicably, and the more I walk, the more rugged the mountain road in front of me becomes, and I always feel that I am setting off in danger. I casually walked to the side, good fellow, a cloud had risen on the mountainside, and only the outline of the village below could be seen. It's been a long time to climb, but fortunately, I'm halfway up the mountain, and if I really want to climb from the bottom to the top, I won't do it.

This is not modern, there is no winding road and no staircase guardrails, if you really want to fall, this body will rot. I gasped.

"What is Ling Lang's disease?" A beautiful young man's voice that has not been changing for a long time sounds weird and awkward.

When the old man was asked by me, his feet slipped coldly, and he almost fell to the end of the cliff. Fortunately, I was quick to see and move, and I grabbed the old man's coarse cloth clothes with a brisk stride, and dragged him back. Although the voice sounded useless, the force in his hand was much greater. In time, both of them were fine, but the bell above their heads kept ringing in Ding Lingdang, as if they were complaining about how thrilling the situation was just now.

I was shocked into a cold sweat, but the old man in my arms didn't care about the danger of Fang Cai, and thanked me without a master, and the whole person was in a trance.

"Mr. Wan, are you okay?" I caressed his chest, for fear that he would suddenly lose his breath at this age.

"It's okay...... It's okay......"

With my support, he gradually stood up and led me on.

"Sir, haven't you heard any rumors along the way?" The old man asked.

I didn't know why, and shook my head blankly. If I really heard anything, I shouldn't have heard it, anyway, I had 10,000 no ideas in my heart.

"Hey...... The gentleman is indeed merciful, and the evil words do not go into the ears...... But those words are true......"

"My son, he does eat people......"

Cannibalism......

My legs froze in place, and it took me a long time to recover.

Cannibalism was not an exception in ancient times. Cannibalism was common in the wilderness era. In feudal society, it is inevitable to encounter a famine and slaughter the city, and cannibalism. If you think about it from another perspective, there are many explanations in medicine. Traditional Chinese medicine sometimes uses things from people's bodies as medicine primers, and Cixi hasn't cut Ci'an's flesh yet. But I'm still a little scared to let people face it.

The old man seemed to have anticipated my reaction, and paused, suppressing his voice. Very reluctantly, he said, "If you really don't want to see it, I won't force it......"

A gray-haired old man climbed all the way from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and took out the silver that he had saved for an unknown number of years, just to let you take a look, can I not go......

"Don't worry, I promised you that I would go back and see it. It's just that...... Can you tell me more about that? ”

The old man's footsteps slowed, his eyes stared vacantly ahead, and he gradually fell into the memory.

Ten thousand families have been farmers for generations, although they are not rich and noble. But getting a wife is not a particularly difficult thing to do. Wan Jia's only son, that is, the son of this old man, is named Wan Hong.

Wan Hong's mother was gone in her early years, and her father worked hard for half his life, and finally found him a daughter-in-law. Although the life is poor, he is happy and free. Male ploughing and female weaving were originally a common life of small farmers in ancient times. Wan Hong's wife is named Zou, and she has been pregnant for a year and gave birth, the family is overjoyed, and Wan Hong is even more happy. Sleep at night, put the child between the husband and wife, and take care of it until late at night before going to sleep.

Children need a lot of hands and feet when they are infants, and they often wake up the couple by crying in the middle of the night. Wan Hong had no complaints about this, and even went to the cliff to pick herbs for his son.

It happened after Wan Hong's son fell ill. It was business as usual. Wan Hong carried a basket up the mountain to collect medicine. I can't say what kind of medicine the old man is, but it grows on the cliffs, and sometimes it can be seen under the abyss. Wan Hong didn't pick up medicine for a few days, and went out as soon as it was dawn. It was about evening, and Wan Lao saw his son coming down from the mountain from a distance, holding a herb in his hand. I was overjoyed, and it seemed that I had picked it. I just wanted to step forward to help untie the basket, but I saw my son's confused expression.

I don't know if he was scared or what, Wan Hong's face was miserable and white, without a trace of blood. As soon as Wan Lao called out to him, he seemed to be shocked, and his whole body shrank into a ball, staring at his eyes with a fierce light.

Wan Lao didn't understand a little, obviously the herbs were picked, why was the state not quite right.

Wan Hong didn't eat at night, went directly into the room, and fell asleep on the bed*. His wife Zou originally wanted to put the child in Wan Lao's bedroom, for fear of disturbing Wan Hong's rest, but after thinking about it, the child might make her husband happy, so she left the child.

In the middle of the night, Zou didn't dare to fall asleep, for fear that the child would cry, but the farm work during the day made her not wake up for long, and she still closed her eyes. I don't know how long it took, but Zou heard a creaking sound next to the pillow.

Creaking, creaking, near and far, like a rat biting a pillow.

Sounds like rats gnawing on something. Zou frowned, thinking that there was nothing in the room for the rats to gnaw, and he was tired, so he didn't care. Until the next morning, she was awakened by her husband's screams.

Wan Hong seemed to have lost his soul, holding the child's swaddling clothes, crying so much that his voice was hoarse. Zou's heart sank, the man didn't flick when he had tears, and his husband was crying like this, something must have happened, not to mention that he didn't hear the child's crying last night, and the tears came out all of a sudden.

Wan Hong stubbornly held the child's swaddling clothes, but he didn't show it to his wife. Whether his wife was crying or seeking death, threatening to go back to her parents' house, he clutched the cloth bag in his hand tightly, and finally ran to the mountains to bury it.

Zou didn't see his son, but Wan Lao did. His grandson, who was still alive during the day, turned into a pile of flesh and bones after a night. It was really bones, there was no flesh left, and the ones that were gnawed finely were all white bones, but the internal organs were not eaten.

"Can you imagine that the eyes and hearts and livers are leaking out of the bones, and at first glance, I can see the child's complaining eyes."

I heard my scalp tingling, as if thousands of ants had climbed the back of my head, the thin shins scratching my skin, and the hairs stood on end, and I felt uncomfortable.

"And then?" I asked cautiously.

"Later, it was several years."

Zou was stimulated and never conceived again. Wan Hong's personality became withdrawn and suspicious, probably because his wife told him that he had heard the sound of rats the night before, so he suspected that rats had eaten his children, and shouted to exterminate rats every day. These rats from all over the country, as long as they see Wan Hong, none of them will not run away. But everyone knows that rats are not the crux of the problem at all.

With the experience of the past, Wan Lao didn't dare to sleep much at night, for fear that some wild beast would enter the house and eat people again, so he kept watch until dawn before he dared to go back to the room to rest.

Another night, Wan Lao was still wandering around his yard, drinking a few sips of wine to refresh his nerves. Sometimes, if you don't care, it comes, but when you watch it every day, nothing happens. Night after night, Wan Lao was a little disheartened, the beast that ate his grandson, I am afraid that it will not come back.

It will probably be less than an hour before dawn. Wan Lao bent his back and prepared to go back to his room to rest. Just as he passed by the couple's room, he heard the voice.

Squeak, squeak, crunch, not loud, but the scalp of the person listening to it is numb. Wan Lao didn't react for a while, and he felt that it was the sound of rats stealing food, and he didn't want to care anymore.

But after passing through the door, I stepped back again.

This sound is not quite right.

The son's bedroom has a window facing his yard. In order not to startle the snake, Wan Lao decided to go to the window to have a look. Stepping on his yard, Wan Lao came to the papier-mâché window, saw a thin slit, and opened his eyes to reach it.

Then the wine was strong, and Wan Lao boldly looked inside. In the room of the black hole*hole, I couldn't see my five fingers, and I couldn't see anything for a while. But the sound was close, and it continued to come out, in the room inside.

Wan Lao glanced at it, and finally stopped his gaze on the couple's bed*.

There was a round* tumbling body shaking on the bed*.

He immediately took his eyes back, the little couple lived as a couple, it was not a fuss.

Not long after his gaze was withdrawn, the creaking sound in his ears did not stop, but became clearer and clearer, and the scalp of the listener was numb. Wan Lao thought about it, and it didn't look right.

He poked his head back in.

The round* rolling body was shaking constantly, and a terrible thought jumped into Wan Lao's head when he contacted the voice of the person above.

Could this be the return of the man-eating beast......

I don't know what's wrong with me, at that time, the whole person was like being cast a spell, standing in place hard, and his body was stiff like an iron plate, not to mention waking up his son and daughter-in-law, he couldn't even run.

At this moment, the thing on the bed* suddenly stopped moving, and the voice stopped abruptly, Wan Lao's throat tightened, and his heart rose to his throat.

The monster turned back.

A pair of slippery eyes glowed in the dark night, illuminating the sight in front of them like two lamps. I don't know if it's the reason for this beam, or if it's already dawn, Wan Laoqing can clearly see that the monster's face that turned around is his son's face.

He smiled hehe, holding the flesh and blood blur in his hand, and handed it to Wan Lao, as if to say, do you want to have some.

Wan Lao's scalp exploded all at once.

He didn't know what was going on, anyway, when he woke up, he was no longer at the window, the courtyard was quiet, and the sky was blue and white. (To be continued.) )