The door of the bungalow was open, and it was pitch black inside.

"This is the room where the screams are coming from." Jia Shengtao looked around the surrounding houses, all the doors were closed and locked, only this one was open, and when he walked forward, he found that there were many sawdust at the door, and the door pin also fell to the ground, obviously this door was knocked open.

When he was hesitating, Leng Jue had already walked in. Jia Shengtao had just stepped into the porch, and the smell of blood came to his face.

Leng Jue twitched his nose a few times, and he was all too familiar with this smell.

After entering the house is a small hall, against the wall there is a stove, connected by an earthen chimney, on which is placed a large black pot, upside down on the stove. It seems that this small hall is a place for residents to cook and eat. Turning to the right, there are two bedrooms side by side, one without a door and the other with a closed door.

In the room without a door, the white curtain was constantly lifted by the wind, and Jia Shengtao leaned his head in against the edge of the door, but he didn't see anyone.

Leng Jue smelled the smell of blood and followed to the door of the bedroom with the door closed, pushed it, and found that it had been locked.

"Come here!" Jia Shengtao shouted in the other bedroom.

Leng Jue also walked in, and the first thing he saw was a field of broken glass and a window that kept pouring in a cool breeze.

"Here." Jia Shengtao pointed to the corner of the wall.

looked at the corner of the wall, and had been lying there quietly with his broken hand, and Leng Jue only raised his eyelids slightly, so he walked straight over, squatted down, and observed.

The severed hand was already stiff, and a jade wrench on his thumb caught his attention. The hand has not yet decayed, and the blood in the section does not appear to have coagulated for long, turning into a dark red gelatinous form.

"Poor man. The people in this village who can wear such ornaments should have a good family background, right? Leng Jue stretched out his finger and tapped the skin of his severed hand.

Jia Shengtao observed the environment inside the house, which was dilapidated. There are many such earthen houses along the way, and it can be seen that the people here are indeed not at a high economic level, and those who can still have leisure to wear a wrench are likely to be prominent people in this village.

Leng Jue held the severed hand in front of his eyes, and observed it in detail, and the fingers did not have calluses, which further confirmed this inference. Then with a force, he pulled the wrench off.

Leng Jue's act of picking up the severed hand made Jia Shengtao a little surprised.

"Dead man's stuff, not good."

Leng Jue wiped his wrench on his clothes and smiled: "You are so humorous, I just want to find the owner of this hand, you can't ask me to take this cold hand to find it, right?"

Jia Shengtao turned his head, not wanting to look directly, and then said calmly: "According to the width of this hand, it should be a man." There are no traces of severed hands here, indicating that this hand was brought here, so the source of the scream just now should not be from the same person. He pushed his glasses and walked towards the bedroom with the door closed. Years of knowledge intake have made him much more rational, and some people arm themselves with muscles, and Jia Shengtao has always believed that knowledge is power. Since high school, not only have I been top-notch in all subjects, but I have often read books on other subjects.

The closer you get to this bedroom, the stronger the smell of blood becomes. Jia Shengtao stopped at the door and frowned.

for a pool of blood came out from under the door.

At this time, a series of footsteps were heard outside the house, and a man suddenly stopped at the door.

Leng Jue raised his eyebrows and looked over, only to see that this man was carrying a bundle of firewood, and his eyes were full of surprise and looked at him.

"Who are you?" Jia Shengtao asked.

"Who am I?! Who are you?! What to do in my house! The man vigilantly pulled out the axe pinned to his waist.

Judging from the clothes, it is indeed a villager here, but the scream just now and the severed hand are likely to be related to this person. Jia Shengtao glanced at the axe in the man's hand, and recalled that the severed hand looked like an axe had been cut down.

"We came to check on when we heard a sound from your house, and the door was knocked open when we came." Jia Shengtao explained.

The man didn't reply, but looked at the two men in the room with suspicious eyes, and his fingers shook the handle of the axe, and it was obvious that he was also nervous. Blood coming from under the bedroom door also caught his attention.

"This... What is going on..."Seeing this scene, the man's voice trembled a little.

Leng Jue made way of a passageway, spread his hand and said: "It has nothing to do with us, if you don't like us staying here, let's just go, it's just that I'm not sure about the situation in this bedroom... Hehe, I think you want us to open this door together. ”

A drop of sweat fell from the man's brow, and he put the wood on the ground and took out a key from his pocket. Pointing at Leng Jue and Jia Shengtao with an axe, he trembled and said, "Don't you want to play any tricks in my house!" With that, he walked to the door and inserted the key into the keyhole.

The lock clicked open, and the villager trembled and put his hand on the doorknob, hesitating for a long time.

Jia Shengtao swallowed his saliva and took a step back nervously.

The door was slowly opened.

Leng Jue's eyes widened, and the scene inside also made Jia Shengtao tremble.

The villager's jaw twitched, and the thick smell of blood made it difficult for him to breathe. The light in the bedroom is reflected in a dark red color.

"Yes! Ghosts! Yes, there are ghosts!! The villagers' axes fell to the ground with a thud and fled from the house with a loud cry.

Leng Jue's expression showed a rare nervousness, and he took a closer step to see the scene inside the room.

Blood splattered on the walls of the bedroom, even on the roof. And a few strings were attached to the ceiling fan on the roof, but the ones tied to them were severed limbs! The severed arms and thighs swayed in mid-air, dripping blood.

Hanging in the middle of the limbs, a head was hung, swaying from side to side as a gust of wind blew. His long hair was tied to a rope, and he could clearly see a bloody face with black-rimmed glasses.

Jia Shengtao felt a wave of nausea, coughed and ran out of the house. For he could clearly see that under the hanging and swinging limbs, a bare torso stood upright on the ground, judging from the clothes and the bulging chest on the torso, that... It's Moru.

Leng Jue stood quietly at the door of the bedroom, such a cruel scene was also unexpected for him. Bar clicked his mouth and stepped into the house.

The head hanging in the air spun around, and its face turned to coldness. The skull was stained with blood, and although his facial features were covered to a blur, Mo Ru's round eyes could still be seen.

Leng Jue found that there were two pairs of footprints on the blood all over the ground, one was the size of an adult, and the other looked like a child's. The footprints extend all the way to the eaves of the bedroom windows. The windows were wide open, and gusts of cold wind poured in.

What really caught the attention of the cold was a line of blood words on the wall.

The size of the blood strokes, the same size as the cross-sectional size of the severed limb, I dare not imagine how it was written on the wall. Blood was still trickling slowly down the corners of the font.

"I'm back. I will take revenge on those who burned me. ”

Leng Jue read the blood words on the wall.