I only heard the eldest grandfather panting and said: "Qing'er Daddy, it's not good, the patrol team in our village found a dried corpse, and the death is too terrifying." Judging from the clothes and clothing, it may be the kid of Tiezhu, and now the village is blowing up. So call everyone up and see if anyone else has been killed. You hurry up and call the children and see if there's anything wrong." Hearing my grandfather's words, my father and mother hurriedly ran to my sister and me's room. My parents called me outside, and I pretended to have just woken up and asked my parents, "What's wrong, what's wrong?" My father and mother told me what my grandfather had just said to me, and I pretended to be surprised, and at the same time I felt sad and empty. Then our family followed the grandfather to the scene of Brother Tiezhu's accident.

By the time we got to the site, there were already a lot of villagers. Everyone was terrified when they saw Brother Tiezhu's corpse, and at the same time they felt sad for Brother Tiezhu's misfortune. After a while, more and more people gathered here. Everyone was talking to each other, but I was standing on the edge of the crowd and didn't dare to step forward.

I'm afraid to see Brother Tiezhu, I caused him to die so badly, and I don't have the face to see him again. Everyone counted the number of people with each other, and found that no one else was killed except Brother Tiezhu. Everyone is now indignant, and some people even say that they must break the things that killed Brother Tiezhu into thousands of pieces and so on. And I listened to everyone's words, as if the punishment they said had been inflicted on me, making me uncomfortable. Finally, everyone stayed here until dawn. The group did not find any clues, so they had to increase the number of people to patrol, and told them to be careful, pay attention to safety, and not to act alone at night.

After arranging all this, everyone left one after another and went back to their respective homes. This kind of thing happened, in fact, everyone was not in the mood to sleep, and the grandfather asked everyone to go home first to rest, and later he had to arrange the burial of Brother Tiezhu.

My mother simply made some breakfast, and our family sat at the table without a little appetite. Everyone just drank some porridge. My parents were still discussing Brother Tiezhu's affairs, and told my sister and me to be careful and try not to go out. I didn't say a word, just lowered my head and drank the porridge. During this period, my sister Qing'er seemed to have something to say to me, but she stopped talking several times, until the meal was finished, and she finally didn't ask me.

Actually, if my sister had asked me at the time, I don't think I would have committed any more sins later. Since the accident of Brother Tiezhu, the people in the village rarely go out, and even when they go out hunting, they are a large group of people.

I don't go out almost every day, and I lock myself in my room at home. In this way, I languished myself with guilt and self-blame for a month. And what made me commit sin again was the damned desire, the blood-devouring desire, the unstoppable desire.

I like the night, I like the darkness of the night, only when I walk in the night, I will not be noticed, so that no one will see my heart empty. Now that the villagers are guarding the poultry and the doors, it is even more difficult to get food without making the slightest noise.

Moreover, at least four patrols patrol back and forth in the village every night. As soon as one party notices an anomaly, they will beat the gong to notify the others. In this way, as long as there is any noise, there will be a lot of people in the village at once. Mine is faster and more powerful than theirs, but I can't be spotted.

In this way, I searched the village for several nights without finding a reliable chance. And my thirst for blood was getting worse and worse, and I knew I would go crazy if I couldn't suck it anymore. That night, I went out again in the middle of the night, and this time I told myself that I had to drink blood no matter what. Because my body seems to be starting to stiffen a little, and my skin is losing its luster little by little. I suddenly felt that if I couldn't breathe blood again, I might become a dead man. So tonight I have to drink blood, even human blood

As I had done the other day, I wandered for a long time. I still haven't found the right time to start. Sometimes I really want to ignore anything, just rush up and bite people, and drink their blood first. But reason told me I couldn't do that, so I tried to hold back my desires and kept going back and forth through the village.

At this time, I unconsciously walked to the door of Uncle Liu's house. Uncle Liu is a lonely old man in our village, his wife passed away two years ago, and he himself has no son and half daughter. Uncle Liu is usually a little withdrawn and rarely interacts with people in the village. On weekdays, he mainly relies on the relief of his neighbors and the weaving of bamboo baskets for the villagers in his spare time. It is precisely because he passes the time by weaving bamboo baskets, so even if it is very late at night, Uncle Liu's house is still lit up.

I looked left and right, and after making sure there were no patrols around, I walked straight to his house. Uncle Liu's home is actually quite simple, and the yard is simply made of a fence, which can be regarded as a fence. That's why I was able to walk unimpeded to the door of Uncle Liu's house. Through the crack in the door, I saw that Uncle Liu was busy weaving his bamboo basket in the house at this time.

Then, I looked around again, and after confirming that there was no one, I gently knocked on Uncle Liu's door. Hearing someone knocking on the door, Uncle Liu directly shouted "Who".

I was a little weak-hearted, and replied softly: "It's me, Qing'er, Uncle Liu, you haven't slept yet." Hearing that it was me, Uncle Liu paused for a while, and then Uncle Liu opened the door directly. He asked me with a kind smile: "Qing'er, why did you want to come to see me so late?"

"I'm on my night patrol tonight, and I saw that your lights are still on, so I've come to see you," I replied hypocritically.

After listening to my words, Uncle Liu smiled and turned sideways to let me into the house to sit, and then gently slammed the door shut.

Seeing Uncle Liu's behavior, I was still thinking at the time that it would be better to save myself from being inadvertently seen by others. Uncle Liu usually doesn't like to deal with others, but he loves to talk to me very much. It's always made me wonder why he was like this.

Uncle Liu put aside the clutter on the ground, sat me on a chair, and made me a cup of hot tea. The thick hot tea exuded a fresh fragrance, and I picked the tea leaves floating on top of the tea, threw them on the table, and took a small sip gently, but nothing tasted.

"Uncle Liu, the village has been in chaos recently, you have to be more careful if you live here alone", I didn't know how to start, and at the same time I felt that the atmosphere was a little awkward, so I casually found a topic and said.