Entering the door of the Xue family's courtyard, Grandpa Tian deliberately lightened his steps, he was afraid that the sound would be too loud and disturb Second Uncle Xue, who was paralyzed in bed.

He walked to the door and whispered a few times, but no one answered. He knocked lightly on the door of the kiln a few more times, but the door was empty, so he pushed the door and walked in.

As soon as he entered the house, Grandpa Tian was choked by a bloody stench.

He resisted his physical and mental discomfort and tiptoed to the back room.

In the cold and dim cave, there was a dark figure, sitting motionless.

At that time, Grandpa Tian was a man over half a hundred years old, and his body was gradually weakening, but he was still full of courage.

He continued to take seven or eight steps, and finally saw the black figure clearly, it was Second Uncle Xue.

At this moment, I saw Second Uncle Xue sitting steady, pale, and starless in a yellow wheelchair.

"Second Brother Xue, it's you, scare me."

Grandpa Tian shouted with a big grin and laughed dryly.

After a long time, he didn't see Second Uncle Xue answering, he was still sitting coldly.

Grandpa Tian looked at it for a while, and felt more and more that Second Uncle Xue was staring at him with a cold look in his eyes, and he couldn't help but sweat coldly, and his heart was furious.

He mustered up his courage, cheered up, and moved to Second Uncle Xue's side.

Through the faint residual light, he saw that Second Uncle Xue's face was smeared with a thick layer of white powder, and where it was not covered by white powder, his face was sallow and black.

He rubbed off the white powder and touched Second Uncle Xue's cheeks, and the two fingers that were originally far apart were flashed by the loose flesh and suddenly slipped together.

Grandpa Tian felt that what he was pinching in his hand was no longer human skin, but a piece of cold and crumpled kraft paper.

He went to look at Second Uncle Xue's eyes again, and saw that the whites of his eyes were already bloodshot, dim and blue, and his pupils were already stasis and gray.

He put two fingers to Second Uncle Xue's nose, bent his knees and almost knelt down.

Second Uncle Xue is dead. Moreover, dead for a long time.

A few greasy dollars fell from Grandpa Tian's fluffy fingertips. He didn't care about picking up money, he held the hard and cold kiln wall with both hands, carried a pounding heart, and walked out lightly.

When he held the latch of the door and was about to open it softly, he suddenly heard a "ding-dong-dong" slap from the ground outside the courtyard, and he stopped his hand in fright.

At this time, Grandpa Tian glanced back, and the dim sunlight hit Second Uncle Xue's face. All kinds of treacherous and evil colors flowed alternately on Second Uncle Xue's face, as if they were about to break free from Second Uncle Xue's wrinkled face and rush towards him. A stream of warm liquid flowed down Grandpa Tian's trousers.

After the sound of a cigarette subsided, Grandpa Tian gritted his teeth, opened the kiln door, and rushed out like crazy.

Just as he ran to a dry well in the courtyard, there was a swift and fierce blow at the bottom of the plate. The whole person, unsuspectingly, rolled a few times and fainted to the ground.

When he woke up, he had been tied up in the cave of Second Uncle Xue's house.

When he opened his hazy and swollen eyes, he saw a familiar figure standing in front of him, holding a short, broad-faced sharp knife, staring at him with a wicked gaze.

This person is Aunt Cui Ling, who just went to his butcher shop and sold him a few heads of pork.

Aunt Cui Ling sat down leisurely and put the bloodstained sharp knife on Grandpa Tian's belly. Then, she slowly told Grandpa Tian about a bloody tragedy.

It turned out that Huan Yan and the others did not go out to work, but were killed by her together with Second Uncle Xue.

She said that she really didn't want to see her daughter angry, her uncle embarrassed, unwilling to be ridiculed by the villagers, and unwilling to be beaten by Second Uncle Xue, so she came up with such a way to make the family feel calm and live quietly.

Grandpa Tian was surprised, but he couldn't help but worry about his safety. He begged Aunt Cuiling bitterly to spare his life, saying that he had no grievances with her, and that he still had wives and children at home, and that he treated her well on weekdays, and he was by no means a muddy person who loved to chew the root of his tongue.

A sincere and sincere remark made Aunt Cuiling soften her heart.

Grandpa Tian's words such as "wife and children, no grievances, no hatred, and no one who chews the root of the tongue" made her burst into tears for a while.

She cut a small cut in the hemp rope on Grandpa Tian's wrist, and then said with a desolate wry smile: "Brother Tian, after I leave, I hope you can bury our family together."

Grandpa Tian understood the horror of it, and rubbed the hemp rope tied to his wrist on the bench repeatedly.

Aunt Cui Ling picked up Second Uncle Xue, whose body was as light as a cotton blanket, and hurriedly ran out of the cave.

After Grandpa Tian broke the hemp rope and got out of danger, he ran to the village and called the police while calling the villagers.

When everyone saw Grandpa Tian with wet trouser legs, they followed him to Second Uncle Xue's house suspiciously.

At this time, Aunt Cui Ling was gone, and in the cave, there was only the yellow wheelchair that squeaked when pressed.

Grandpa Tian suddenly remembered that he had heard a crisp slapping sound from the ground in the house before, so he took a few quick steps and led everyone to the dry well in the courtyard.

A strong fishy smell, wrapped in a faint fragrance, steamed out from the bottom of the well. The feeling was like a bright red apple falling into a bucket of greasy and thick swill, which made people nauseated.

On the wall of the well, two rows of rectangular small openings have been carved out for climbing, and several bloodstained handprints have been extended on it, adding a bit of treachery.

The two police officers, forcibly covering their mouths and noses, clutched the two flashlights, and slowly fell down.

Suddenly, I heard a creepy howl from the bottom of the well, and the people in the well suddenly took a few big steps back.

The two police officers who climbed up, their faces turned white, urgently evacuated the villagers who were present.

Afterwards, although the police were silent about the incident at the bottom of the well, the news finally spread.

It is said that Aunt Cui Ling widened the well into a sacrificial room the size of a room. The two police officers who went down to the bottom of the well first found a shrine with incense and candle offerings, and then, under the smoke that filled the air, found two rows of corpses facing each other. In the front row, there were Second Uncle Xue, Aunt Cui Ling, and Huan Yan and his wife, and in the back row, there were three people kneeling on the ground, bowing their heads to the Xue family with their bodies crooked.

When a police officer shone a flashlight on Aunt Cuiling's belly, her face suddenly turned from white to blue. I saw Aunt Cui Ling holding a sharp knife in her hand and piercing into her bursting belly, a string of red, white, and yellow, like the intestines and stomach as thick as shallots, gushed out, densely covering Aunt Cui Ling's lower body, and a pool of scarlet slurry that was still steaming wet a large area of the pitch-black ground.

The remaining five people were all cut open with a sharp knife in their backs, and the blood in their bodies had been drained, and all their internal organs had been hollowed out.

The three people who knelt on their knees, all women, were women, and their deaths were horrific: their limbs were neatly cut off, their eyes were gouged out, their noses were shaved off, their lips were sewn up, their ears were pierced with countless bloody holes with bamboo sticks, and their hair was pulled out one by one.

Bizarrely, the backs of Second Uncle Xue's family are all stuffed with dried shade-loving plants such as February orchids, gardenias, Mao Juan, ivy, etc.

All the corpses floated lightly like deflated swimming rings. Two fingers and one lift, instantly off the ground.

Many years later, the mystery of Aunt Cuiling's skin stuffed with shade-loving plants for her family was finally solved.

It turned out that there was a warlock who traveled all over the world and mysteriously told Aunt Cui Ling that if she wanted her family to be reunited in the underworld, as long as the abdomen of the deceased was stuffed with the same cold things, then under the nine springs, there would be a happy family.

Where did the hollowed-out entrails of several people go?

For a time, there were different opinions. Some people say that they were buried in the soil by Aunt Cuiling, some people say that they were burned by Aunt Cuiling to sacrifice ghosts, and some people say that they were eaten alive by Aunt Cuiling. However, there is one of the most creepy rumors, that is, the pork sold by Aunt Cui Ling that day contained the offal of several people, and these porks changed hands twice and served on the villagers' tables.

For this reason, Grandpa Tian, who couldn't stand the rumors, closed the butcher shop for four or five years. However, he was benevolent and kind, and after all, he did not live up to Aunt Cuiling's last wish and buried her family of four together.

The three people who knelt on their knees had a common preference: they were good at gossiping about others on weekdays, and Hu Yunhai puffed.

After this murder, there are indeed a lot less gossip in the village.

However, as time flies, the past becomes smoke, the villagers heal their scars and forget the pain, and the number of nonsense continues to increase.