My sister is dead, beaten to death.

Since I was a child, I was frail and sickly, and I was bedridden all year round. When I was two years old, my family spent almost half of their savings to help me with my illness, but my condition did not improve at all, so my parents decided to have another child.

I was pregnant in October, and my parents' focus was on my sister, so I was left out in the cold and endured the torture of illness for nearly a year.

"Xiaohai, when this child is born, let's sell that child." My mom snuggled up to my dad's shoulder, her wrinkled right hand caressing the child in her belly, a smile on her lips and a sad look in her eyes.

"Okay." My dad spat out a word softly, and looked into the distance with cloudy eyes.

Click......

A bolt of lightning fell, striking the only animal in the family, the Lucky Cat.

Then, it vanished into thin air, but no one noticed.

As for why cats beckon? Because its eyes are gray, it attracts ill-gotten gains.

On the night my sister was born, the baby next door kept "babbling...... The babbling ......" laughed non-stop, and it was a continuous yin laugh, which made people shudder to listen.

"Master, today is the 15th day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, which is the most prosperous day for ghosts, and seeing that the time is about to reach 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, I am worried that it will be easy to attract ghosts to give birth to my wife at this time, sir." The matchmaker bent her back and said with a trembling vocal cord.

My dad looked at the matchmaker with a look of fear and worry, and said impatiently, "Don't be stupid, how can there be any ghosts in the world?" Deliver my wife with peace of mind, and after the matter is completed, your benefits are indispensable. After saying that, my dad waved his sleeves and walked straight out the door.

The matchmaker froze in place, her legs trembling uncontrollably.

"Old woman, the person I'm looking for is not you, you can go and deliver Chenlu with peace of mind." The white-clothed female ghost lying on the matchmaker's back whispered softly in her ear. The slender nails of the female ghost gently swept across the matchmaker's side face, picking away the beads of sweat that were rolling out.

Then, the matchmaker's waist straightened, her legs "slammed" to the ground, crawled to the bedroom with all her might, prepared some tools for midwifery in a panic, wiped off the sweat with a dry towel, and glanced behind her from time to time.

It was exactly twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and my sister fell to the ground.

At this time, the laughter of the baby next door came to an abrupt end, and everything fell into a dead silence.

"How? Did the child give birth? My dad hurried in and took the baby from the matchmaker's hand.

The baby stayed in my dad's arm for no more than half a second, and with a scream of "ahh

"Hmm......" My dad slumped on the ground, his eyes wide, full of horror.

My father's index finger was pointing at the baby who had fallen to the ground, and his hands were shaking like a vibrator.

The next scene is the most incredible.

My dad, my mom, and the matchmaker disappeared in the blink of an eye, without any warning, just as if they had suddenly evaporated.

My sister sat on the floor, the white cloth wrapped around her body scattered aside, she sucked her fingers, and it was very playful on this eerie night.

The next morning, a ray of wheat-yellow sunset reflected on the hard bed through the worn paper wooden bed.

On the bed, there were two slick children, a man and a woman.

My sister's white little hand wrapped tightly around my right arm, her mouth was on my shoulder, her upper lip was slightly raised, and the wheat sun shone on her two fangs and folded into my pupils.

It's glaring.

My eyelids, which had just opened, immediately closed again.

After a while, my eyes slowly opened.

A pair of emotionless gray eyes met my eyes, and miraculously, I didn't scream, and my whole brain seemed to be manipulated.

Then, not knowing what to think, I raised my hand and pressed it against my sister's skull, letting the two fangs dig into my arm.

Blood immediately seeped out, and my sister, after tasting the sweetness of blood, suddenly became excited, with a bright smile on her face.

My sister is like a hungry vampire, greedily absorbing my blood. Her fangs, against the backdrop of the sun, look particularly beautiful and charming.

This phenomenon lasted for three days, and I was almost sucked dry of blood by my sister, and my whole body was so thin that only skin and bones remained, and I was already weak and sickly. When the wind blows, my body and bones will fall apart, so for me, death is the best relief.

The sunken eye sockets slowly closed, I could feel the loss of life, suddenly, the door was kicked open, a few people entered, I vaguely heard those people muttering something? I wanted to open my eyes, fearing that those people would not be good for my sister, but I would not have the strength to support the huge project of opening my eyes.

With death in my arms, I completely fainted.

I don't know how long I was in a coma, but when I woke up, I was in a white hospital bed, the surrounding environment was extremely simple, and the pungent potion challenged my sense of smell from time to time.

I lay on my side on the hospital bed, vomiting out several pools of blood, dark black.

There was a whisper of conversation at the door, and I learned that I had been rescued by the people of the village, and that the two things they had said had always haunted me.

For one, my parents and the matchmaker who delivered my sister disappeared without a trace.

Second, the baby next door to my house died, laughing to death.

My sister and I were orphaned, and the villagers saw us pitiful and would bring something every day and comfort us.

Teach us literacy or something, and treat us as if we were their own children.

To be honest, it was a very happy time, and the villagers made me feel more warm than ever.

Until I was nine years old, my sister and I were staying in a mud house, and no one had come for a long time.

"Brother, I'm so hungry, aren't my uncles and aunts coming?" My sister leaned on my shoulder, palm on her belly.

With the careful care of the villagers, my condition has also improved. I put my arm around my sister, "No, they may have something to do." I said as I stroked my hair.

After another while, my sister stood up with a resolute gaze, "Brother, from now on, I will take care of you." ”

This care is ten years.

Now, when I see my sister's corpse on the ground, my heart feels like I have been pierced by a hedgehog.

My sister used to come back and always say that she met someone to sleep with today, and then my sister called him, but that person always ignored my sister, and my sister would always pout her cheeks at this time, saying that the uncles and aunts don't want us anymore?

And I, always smiling and touching my sister's head, said no.

From now on, I can't hear my sister's voice anymore.

Thanking the people who brought my sister back, I rolled out of bed and crawled over to my sister's side, gently touching her scarred face.

I lay on my sister's chest and wept bitterly.

Suddenly, something hit me.

I looked up and vaguely saw a plaque in my sister's hand, I wiped away my tears and took it out to look at it.

There are three words engraved on it: Village of the Living Dead.

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