Brother Da Tie whispered with a frightened face: "Uncle Tian, ...... Is that......

Those two words, Brother Da Tie couldn't say from beginning to end.

Uncle Tian answered coldly: It's human skin. I've been a butcher for decades, and I don't have to touch it, I don't need to smell it, I can tell what kind of skin it is with my eyes.

I glanced at it curiously and horrified, and saw that the private parts of the white-skinned kite with no human head had been stripped away. Although some parts were missing, it was glued seamlessly.

At the moment, if it is not according to the width and roughness of the skin, for a while, it is impossible to distinguish whether it is a man or a woman.

In everyone's hearts, they already expected that the material of the white-skinned kite was mostly human skin. Now that Uncle Tian opened the skylight and said something bright, the fear in his heart was finally not in vain. But the fear did not stop there, but like a glass of poisonous wine, it slowly poisoned everyone's internal organs.

Uncle Tian stepped forward and rubbed the human skin with the support of everyone, and his blunt eyes became blood red, and he said in disbelief: This human skin was peeled off yesterday, the leather is still fresh, and it feels smooth, it should be a young woman's skin.

The more detailed Uncle Tian said, the stronger the picture drawn in everyone's minds, and the more cold the heart became.

If this human skin kite, if it is a woman's, then her breasts should be slightly raised.

However, above her cavity and under her neck, she was as flat as a mirror, white as paper, as if she had been scalded by a boiling iron.

Where she was in the house, there was a large missing piece of white flowers, as if it had been cruelly cut off by a sharp knife.

The only thing that remains is the nails on the limbs of this human skin, which are gray in color, which looks out of place compared to the white skin.

Brother Tie's teeth, back and forth "quack" strike. He interrupted: Uncle Tian, take a look again, could it be other imitations?

Another young man responded: Yes, such as an inflatable doll.

"Inflatable dolls?"

Uncle Tian muttered and asked: What is an inflatable doll?

The young people present were all blushing and did not know how to respond.

When I glanced at Sister Yun beside me, her gaze was just in time for me. The four eyes were facing each other, the cheeks were dizzy, and the two hearts were thumping and beating each other.

Seeing that no one responded, Uncle Tian peeled off the black silk on his neck layer by layer, and the corners of his lips trembled and said: This is a woman's hair.

A peeling hair drifted to my nose in the wind, and I sniffed slightly, and a fishy smell mixed with a faint smell of hair flowed into my lungs.

The moment the neck of the white-skinned kite was released, a strong and choking smell gushed out.

The people in the circle all covered their noses and vomited, as if they had just crawled out of the digester, and their nausea was so nauseous that it was in the marrow.

A few weak aunts, the acid in their bodies was rampant, and then they couldn't hold back anymore, squatting aside, crying bitterly, and vomiting wildly.

Every gentle breeze seems to inject a cold current of gloom and compassion into everyone's bodies.

Why did Uncle Tian conclude that the skin of this white flower is a human skin?

Unconsciously, I remembered an old story that used to be talked about on the street and made people talk about it differently.

More than 20 years ago, there was a girl named Huanyan in the village who brought back a door-to-door son-in-law.

It stands to reason that this would have been a happy event. However, when the villagers saw the son-in-law, they couldn't help but ridicule constantly.

It turned out that this aunt was more than twice as old as Huanyan, and four or five years older than her father, Second Uncle Xue.

For a time, the gossip in the village flowed around the village like locusts in the wheat field.

This kind of story is not uncommon, and it has not escaped the cliché of the past: Second Uncle Xue felt that the façade was humiliated, and he was furious, and he was determined not to let Huan Yan and this uncle enter the house.

Seeing that the wood has been completed, it is in a dilemma. Huanyan's mother, Aunt Cuiling, licked the calves and always secretly welcomed the two into the house when Second Uncle Xue went out.

For this reason, Second Uncle Xue, who learned the news, sprinkled the poisonous fire on Aunt Cuiling's body. The more the villagers ridiculed, the more vigorously Uncle Xue beat him.

In the middle of every quiet night, there is always a painful howl of Aunt Cui Ling after being abused in the village.

Half a month later, Huan Yan and the others disappeared.

According to Aunt Cui Ling, who had not dried the old tears and added new tears, Huan Yan and the others couldn't stand the cold eyes and sarcasm of Second Uncle Xue, so they went to the south in a fit of anger.

Soon after Huan Yan and the others left, Second Uncle Xue was paralyzed in bed because of remorse, anger and depression in his heart.

So, in addition to working in the field every day, Aunt Cuiling also had to take care of Second Uncle Xue, who was paralyzed in bed.

Huan Yan and the others, hearing about their father's misfortune, although they had the heart to go home to visit, they were thought by Aunt Cuiling, "If your father sees you, I am afraid that he will be sicker." The words stopped.

In order to soothe Second Uncle Xue's mood, one of the things Aunt Cuiling must do every day is to put Second Uncle Xue on the wooden wheelchair made by her and push it into the courtyard to breathe.

Aunt Cuiling's father was a carpenter, and by the time she was a teenager, she was able to make some simple furniture. Building a wheelchair was easy for her.

Hearing the sad news that Second Uncle Xue was paralyzed in bed, the villagers who were ashamed spontaneously came to visit. But as soon as he stepped into the courtyard gate of the Xue family, Aunt Cui Ling said, "Isn't the joke enough?" The vicious words scolded back.

Gradually, the villagers no longer went to Second Uncle Xue's house.

Whenever Aunt Cuiling came back from the ground, she would always push Second Uncle Xue into the courtyard, talk to him, and hum music for him.

Aunt Cuiling's voice is very thin, and her voice is quite good, but when she hums a small song, it is like a drama with a tone, sharp and clear.

A few months later, it rained heavily.

The rain lasted for more than ten days, and many people's adobe kilns were suffocated by the rain. Fortunately, everyone evacuated in time and there were no casualties.

A cave on the north side of Aunt Cuiling's house has also collapsed. Tragically, there are still three or four big white pigs in captivity in that cave.

After the rain passed, three people in the village disappeared without warning, and everyone searched for them, but they were still nowhere to be found.

Aunt Cuiling, who was heartbroken, dragged out the miserable white pigs with great effort.

If it is a live pig, it can still be sold at a good price, but seeing that the pig is scarred and unrecognizable, it can only be sold sadly.

When Aunt Cui Ling pushed a cart and came to Grandpa Tian's butcher shop, what she pulled on the cart was no longer a big white pig with plump and greasy fat, but a piece of pork with a little bit of blue and purple in red and white.

Grandpa Tian glanced at the pork, didn't care much, but was quite surprised by Aunt Cuiling's approach, and couldn't help asking: Sister Cuiling, why did you send the chopped pork to my brother?

Aunt Cui Ling smiled sadly and said: Brother Tian, there are too many dead pigs, I am afraid that you will not be busy, so I will chop it for you ready-made.

Grandpa Tian smiled and didn't think much about it, weighed the pork on the scale, ordered a few tickets and handed them to Aunt Cuiling.

Aunt Cui Ling took the money, put it in her pocket, unloaded the pork from the car, and left in a hurry with a panicked face.

At this time, the guy standing next to Grandpa Tian said: Uncle Tian, you seem to have given Sister Cuiling a few dollars less.

Grandpa Tian weighed the pork again, patted his head, and remembered that Fang Cai had indeed calculated badly, so he took out a few yuan from the cabinet and ran towards Aunt Cuiling's house.