Red Willow Slope.

The quiet streets have long lost the bustle and liveliness of the day, and in the night, the sunshine and vitality have long been quietly dispersed with the crowd.

A strange sound came from the street, and shadows began to appear in patches on the street.

Shadows surged and roared, casting their terrifying appearance on the walls on both sides of the street.

The clouds gathered in the sky, and the moon, also frightened by this terrifying scene, quietly hid behind the clouds, revealing only one eye, trembling to observe the world below.

The group of ghosts finally stopped in front of the most luxurious two-story building in the civilian area, and the massive shadow of the building obscured their scarlet gaze.

Under their oppression, even the tall houses trembled, as if they were about to collapse at any moment.

But if you look down the window at this point, you won't see anything.

I could smell their breath and feel their presence, but they seemed to be outside of this world, looming.

Perhaps, only the figure reflected on the wall can prove that something has indeed come here.

The noise is heard again, and you can clearly feel that someone is discussing something, but when you listen closely, there is nothing.

The sound of the sound came closer and closer to the house, closer and closer, until it stopped at the door of the house.

Squeak.

Without anyone touching it, the door of the house slowly opened.

The luxurious furnishings of the room, the delicate floor, and the four figures sitting at the dining table all appear in front of you.

Footsteps rang out from the door, stepping into the door.

At the same time, with the sound of the footprints moving, bloody handprints and bloody footprints appeared on the floor, walls, and even the ceiling.

Judging by the size of the handprints, the owners of these handprints seem to be children around seven or eight years old.

These children were carefree, but at this moment, they were all like demons crawling out of hell, staring at the four corpses on the table.

Their bodies were all mutilated, and there was a huge hole in their chest, and when you looked through the gap, their internal organs were long gone.

Piercing blood oozed from their mouths and noses, dripping down their faces and landing on the floor.

In a few moments, the floor was a sea of blood.

At this moment, a new footprint appeared in the doorway.

Unlike those bloody footprints, the children's blood had already dyed the entire floor scarlet at this time, and the person's footprints stepped in, and the surrounding blood stains miraculously disappeared, and the transparent footprints were particularly conspicuous against the background of the scarlet floor.

Then comes the second step, the third step.

This transparent footprint clearly did not belong to those children.

Although this footprint is not large, it is by no means different from the childish footprints of children.

It should come from an adult female.

As the footprint walked into the door, the wind poured back and roared into the door.

The wind chimes hanging in the doorway shook like crazy, and the tinkling sound echoed throughout the house.

But the strange thing is that there is no bell tongue in the wind chime.

The bell has no mouth, but it is still screaming wildly.

Behind the bell, the moon outside the window was already scarlet.

As he walked in, the corpses of the family of four sitting at the dining table shook slightly.

It wasn't anger, it was fear from the heart.

The four heads that were placed on the table moved vividly, their eyes widened with fear, and the white threads sewn on their lips were torn apart one by one.

Syllable.

The last white thread broke, and the four heads opened their tattered mouths and screamed frantically.

But it didn't work at all, their souls had already been sealed in their heads, and they were suffering from the pain of severed heads and lips all the time.

No matter how much they howl, they couldn't break free from the shackles of their souls.

Footsteps came up to them and eventually stopped.

As the sound dissipated, the owner of the footsteps also revealed his figure.

It was a thin woman.

She looked to be twenty-five or sixteen years old, dressed in red cloth and shoes, and had a bright red flower on her head.

From a distance, she doesn't seem to be wrong, but as long as you look closely, you can find that this woman's body is full of weirdness and horror.

Her skin was very white, and it was a little abnormally white.

This whiteness is not the natural, milk-like whiteness of snow, but the sickly paleness.

Her skin looked as if all the blood had been drained, pale and horrible with folds.

Her eyes stared blankly ahead, there was no whites in them, and there was a black hole, so that people didn't dare to look at them directly.

The underside of the eyes was a little scarlet, and it seemed to be bloody tears left by crying.

The corners of her mouth were torn to both sides, which didn't look like it was artificial, but more like people were torn alive by themselves under extreme pain.

Looking down, you can see that her cloth itself is not bright red, but a white coarse cloth garment.

The reason why she looked red from a distance was because her clothes had been stained with blood, so they were dazzling red from the inside out.

She didn't know who had torn her clothes, and she could only drape them messily on her body at this time.

In the abdomen, a visible incision can be seen.

The knife edge was unusually messy, full of broken knife marks and blood scars.

This is obviously a mark from the woman's struggle when the knife was placed.

This woman was thrown away alive when she was alive.

Cruel to the extreme.

Her internal organs were not gone, but her stomach was still cut open.

Something inside was taken.

The woman stopped in front of the table and reached out to stroke the human head placed on the table.

This scene is inexplicably very harmonious.

There's still a bit of a dissonant tone though.

The head in her hand had its eyes twisted and white, and it let out a terrible scream.

Hearing this scream, the woman was not only not frightened, but also opened her mouth equally.

A terrifying voice burst out of her mouth, and the glass of the house shook open in the roar, and cracks appeared on the glass.

Then there was a crackle, and the whole glass of the house was shattered.

Behind her, the children laughed in unison.

"Hahaha!"

The voices quickly suppressed the head, and the head closed its mouth in pain, and there was no more sound.

But the children's laughter did not stop, but grew louder and louder.

The children's voices were very high-pitched, and their laughter was like a drill, piercing people's ears fiercely.

The heads at the table shook wildly, but they couldn't escape the terrible sound.

The woman smiled with satisfaction, reached out lightly, and pressed them on the heads of each of the four people.

Four transparent objects were pulled out of her four heads.

Four figures writhed in her hands, and she smiled softly and grabbed them all in the palm of her hand.

With a burst of rubbing, the sound of the four figures in the palm of the hand was no longer like a human voice.

When she spread her palms again, there were still the shadows of the four people before, leaving only four small rag dolls lying in her palms.

As if pleased with her little handiwork, the woman gently stuffed the four rag dolls into her belly.

At this moment, a melodious sound of music suddenly came down from upstairs.

The music was simple, without any tricks to speak of, and sounded like a village cowherd boy lying on the back of an ox playing a tune from elm leaves.

The music is short, but it can warm people's hearts.

All the children closed their eyes under the influence of the music.

They seem to be reminded of the past, of the past.

In the sand piles that can be seen everywhere, they play with their friends, grab a handful of sand and throw it headlessly or quietly stuff it into other people's clothes.

When the sun sets, the parents who have worked hard all day come back from outside, call the children who live outside and frolic, and tell them to go home for dinner.

When they got home, their mother had already prepared a hot meal, and smiled and told them to wash their hands before eating.

And although his father was criticizing them for making them dusty, there was a faint smile in his stern expression.

The hungry child had already held a steamed bun in his mouth, but he still couldn't resist his mother, and was pushed and shoved to wash his hands.

At the dinner table, the family happily ate the meal and shared what they had seen and heard that day.

Although the food is simple, the taste of home can warm people's hearts......

The woman remembered her happy family.

A gentle and considerate husband who always takes care of himself in life.

The kind and optimistic neighbor's eldest sister, whenever there is any difficulty in the family, she is always the first to appear.

And her talkative friends, who she always had to learn about all sorts of versions of what she said.

Under their influence, she also thought that she actually knew a lot.

She can remember her husband's happy expression as if a child had eaten candy when Lang Zhong said that he was Ximai.

She can remember the joy that came from the mother when the child kicked and punched herself in the stomach for the first time.

She can remember how relieved her husband felt when he bought back all kinds of nutritional products and children's clothes.

She closed her eyes, trying to dig out the emotion called happiness in her mind.

......

As they reminisced about their lives, the figure of the Dead appeared on the stairs.

He held an elm leaf in both hands, and it was the unpretentious tune that sounded in his mouth.

So simple, yet so pure.