In front of the wheat stood the old woman. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 But at this time, she no longer had the kindness and kindness she had before, her wrinkled face was expressionless, and her eyes were firmly fixed on wheat. She held a huge axe in her hand, which looked so sharp that it made people feel terrifying.

The wheat didn't care about anything else, and climbed out of the vat as fast as he could. You can't stand still now, since you will be discovered sooner or later, it is better to turn the passive into the active and escape from here as quickly as possible. She didn't believe that she was young and couldn't outrun the two grandmothers!

"Boom!" As soon as Wheat thought so, there was a huge cracking sound, and the old woman actually slashed on the vat with an axe! If she hadn't run fast, she would probably have been cut down like this vat!

Wheat was surprised for a while, how could such an old grandmother still lift such an axe? Is it because of the long-term cultivation of vegetables, so the strength of the hands is much greater than that of ordinary grandmothers? It's like her grandmother in the countryside, because she is used to farm work, so her body is stronger and stronger than the grandmother in the city.

It's really troublesome, and it seems that it is much more difficult for her to escape now.

Wheat hurriedly dodged the debris that ejected from the vat and quickly looked for the direction of the exit. The basement was dark when she came in just now, but now it suddenly brightened, and she felt a little strange, and she couldn't find the direction for a while.

However, there was one thing that struck her as strange. I just listened to the conversation, and it was clear that there should be two sisters, but why is this grandmother the only one in the house now? What about the "sister" in her mouth? Wheat remembered that the moment before she stood up, the sister should have been standing next to her because the voice was so close. Now in the blink of an eye, where did the person disappear again?

Wheat dodged and thought, and at this moment, the old woman behind her slashed again with an axe. In order to avoid the axe, Wheat rushed to the center of the room in a hurry.

The axe swung several more times, and the wheat could only use the central table and porcelain jar as cover, and went around to the other end of the table to avoid the attack.

"Are you crazy?" Wheat didn't forget to shout at the other party, "Why do you want to do this? ”

She couldn't remember anything she had done to make the other party so angry that he wanted to hunt her down with an axe. Since he is not at fault, is this old man a pervert? Nothing like to chop people with an axe?

Wheat lay on the edge of the porcelain jar with both hands, her eyes fixed on the old woman at the other end. But the next moment, it seemed as if she had caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye.

This porcelain jar...... She remembered that it had just been closed, and when she hid later, it seemed to be opened by the old woman. What's inside? Wheat looks into the porcelain jar.

But when she looked at it like this, she couldn't help but tremble her hands, the ...... in this porcelain jar I guess it's a person!

A dark green liquid soaked in a yellow, dried corpse. Even when soaked in liquid, the skin of the dried corpse was tightly crumpled together. Through the liquid, you can even see the wrinkles on it. The corpse seems to be wearing clothes, but it is possible that the clothes have long since been soaked for a long time, and the clothes have long since turned into tattered fabric.

Wheat couldn't see the dried corpse clearly, and its face was blurred. Because there are cracks of different sizes all over the body, the fibrous tissues at these cracks are scattered in the water, like small fleshy flowers one by one, and like flesh-colored silk threads, covering the appearance of the dried corpse, making it difficult to see.

Wheat looked at this terrifying corpse, and only felt like pickles, which was really incredible. How could a mysterious corpse appear in this basement? And what about those cracks on the corpses? It can't be broken and then reassembled, right?

As soon as the idea popped up, Wheat felt impossible. How can a corpse be shattered like that? It is not pork and beef, and can be chopped on a cutting board......

Before she could figure out what to do, a figure rushed to the side, and the old woman was about to cut it down with all her might, swinging an axe.

Wheat couldn't avoid it, and was busy trying to turn around, but who knew that the foot was careless, and the person slipped and fell to the ground. The axe did not slash her, but smashed straight into the porcelain jar. The porcelain jar, which was not particularly sturdy in the first place, immediately shattered.

The dark green water inside flowed out, and the corpses were sprinkled on the ground. The reason why I use this term is because the body is already in pieces. Wheat couldn't help but be surprised, it had been pickled like a specimen, and it was reasonable to say that it would not rot deeply, how could it be broken into such a piece? Don't...... As she thought, the corpse was already in tatters long before it was pickled?

Wait, axe! Wheat suddenly had goosebumps, could it be that this man had been chopped by an axe? In this case, this explanation seems so reasonable!

"What did you do!" A hysterical voice sounded next to him, "Sister! How are you? ”

The old woman hurriedly rushed to the side and picked up the head that was rolling on the ground, looking very flustered.

"Well, I'm fine." The same voice that I heard before rang out again.

But this time, it was Wheat's turn to be speechless.

Originally...... Is this what that sister really is? This guy is directing and acting himself! Use another voice to shape that sister! It's no wonder that the sister who was still talking disappeared in a blink of an eye, but in fact, she was not that personal at all.

No, I can't say no, listening to the other party's tone, that sister is the pickled corpse. It's just that why did the grandmother play two roles by herself, and pickled the corpse and put it in a porcelain jar? Wheat really can't come up with a reasonable explanation for this. The only thought that pops into her head now is the word "perverted".

"Sister, you wait, I'll go and cut her down now, and then make her into fertilizer and bury her in the soil with the others!" The old woman was furious.

"Well, go ahead." She directed and acted in that sister's voice again, plain and gentle.

Wheat only felt terrifying, is this guy schizophrenic? One moment is full of anger, and the next moment it pretends to be another gentle and calm voice, this kind of thing of one person playing two roles is simply a neurosis!

Just as Wheat was thinking this, the old woman had already turned to look at her. Her already wrinkled and flabby skin was all the more hideous and terrifying because of her bared teeth, and the sharp axe in her hand was dangerous, as if it would be cut like wheat at any moment.

Without saying a word, Wheat immediately got up and ran to the stairs. This old grandmother has a lot of strength, but she must not be cut by her. Otherwise, you will be disposed of as fertilizer and buried in the soil, as the other party said.