His anger seemed to burn me, corrupting inch by inch, and he came for me, but he wanted to hurt me, the one I love most in the world. Hatred slowly engulfs fear.

If this thing were here now, I'd rather die with him.

I shook off my mother's hand like crazy and ran towards the reservoir, knowing that he was waiting for me in the well underwater, and that I was here to make a break with him today.

I ran to the reservoir in one go, stood on the shore and shouted there:

"I'm coming, aren't you going to keep pestering me? Come out! ”

I was hoarse, the tendons on my neck burst, and I shouted into the water, but all I answered was the sound of the water flowing, it was too calm here, there was nothing.

"Why, you don't dare to come out? Don't you want me? ”

I looked at the river, and a fierce light rose in my eyes. I walked towards the river step by step.

"You're not coming out, are you? Then I'll come to you! I raised my eyebrows and shouted at the river, with a determined smile on my lips.

The river flooded my ankles, climbed up my waist, and soon flooded my head, stopping my breathing.

Even if I turn into a ghost today, I won't let go of the things at the bottom of the river, it was he who killed my grandmother, and I want to get back this blood debt one by one.

Just as my head was about to be buried in the water, I felt something in the water wrap around my feet, like a clump of hair.

The thing dragged me into the river, and I didn't feel fear until the moment I died. I don't want to die, what the hell is that, hold on to my feet.

Great fear filled me, and I struggled hard, but I couldn't even struggle with the hair that kept wrapping around my ankles, and she dragged my body deeper and deeper.

When I was even more desperate, a group of snakes swam in the water. I thought it was a catastrophe, but I didn't expect it to be a desperate situation.

The snakes actually helped me bite off my hair, but the water ghost was still not reconciled, she beat the snakes away, and chased after me again.

When her hand was about to touch my neck, suddenly the charm on my neck flashed. The water ghost only screamed, and then vanished.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I desperately swam towards the water. But my strength is limited, and I am not yet out of the water, but I am physically exhausted.

This time it was at stake, and I thought that my body was starting to sink again. At this moment, a force in the water lifted me up, and a wave hit the shore.

I choked on a few mouthfuls of water and half-lay on the bank of the river, gasping greedily. Who saved me?

My mom chased after me and grabbed me.

"Silly boy, you don't want to die!" My mom ran up and grabbed my hand, and I pulled it back and looked at her coldly.

If it weren't for my mother's original incident, I wouldn't have anything to do with the things under the water, and there wouldn't be so many bad things, and my grandmother wouldn't be involved because of it.

"Grandma is still waiting for you, send her on her last ride!" Hearing my mom's words, I hung my head.

She reached out and tried to lift me up, but I didn't respond to her and got up on my own.

We were walking back when our neighbor, Grandpa Zhang, ran towards us in a panic, fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

"Where have you been?"

"Grandpa Zhang, what's wrong?" I hurriedly asked.

"Your grandmother's body is gone!"

I ran home, opened the door and saw that the lid had fallen to the ground. It was fine when I left, but now it's such a mess.

I ran to the coffin, looked over, and sure enough, there was nothing in the coffin, where did my grandmother go?

Then I heard the sound of pots and pans being smashed in the room. I crept into the room.

When I came to the door, I opened the curtain and looked in, I felt trembling all over, and the sun shone on my body.

It wasn't my grandmother in the house, but a python with the thickness of a thigh. It was crawling around the house when my mom came over and she looked at the big snake and screamed.

"That's what your grandmother was pestering this guy at the time!"

When my mother said this, my eyes turned red, and I picked up the big axe at home, and slashed at the snake.

The axe fell, and a stream of hot blood splattered on my face.

The serpent is still struggling under my axe. Seeing that he was not dead, I steadied myself and swung my axe again, this time slashing at him seven inches, and I was still feeling angry, and I slashed at the snake again and again.

Until the snake under the axe, never moved again. I couldn't hang my hand.

"A-Ning!"

My mom came up to me tremblingly, and as soon as she touched my shoulder, I immediately turned my head and glared at her.

My mother was stunned by my appearance, and her face turned pale.

"Ah, Aning, are you okay?"

I put down the axe, said nothing, got up, and ran out to find my grandmother.

I clearly saw the bloody footprints on the ground, which came from here, and I am afraid that my grandmother left them. I thought of those dusty memories, of people who were bitten to death by snakes, and they would come back to life unexpectedly, and then those people would continue to bite like crazy.

I shudder when I think of this, I don't want my grandmother to become such a monster.

I followed the footprints on the road all the way, and sure enough, I saw a familiar figure in front of me, my nose was sore, and tears blurred my vision, it was my grandmother.

"Grandma, I'm back?"

I called her, but she ignored me, and still stood there with her back to me, and I saw her as if she was gnawing on something.

A cold feeling filled my nerves, and I took a few steps under my feet, really afraid to see the horror of the scene.

I walked around to my grandmother and watched as she was clutching a chicken in her hand, the head of which had been bitten off and the blood of the chicken gurgling out of the headless cavity.

And my grandmother's mouth was still chewing there.

I swallowed a few bites, suppressing the feeling that I was about to vomit and forcing myself to compose.

"Grandma~" I called to her in a trembling voice.

My grandmother stopped chewing, and she looked at me blankly. Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed at me, hissing as she spoke, and I could see her mouth desperately wide open.

That mouth is mixed with red chicken blood, does my grandmother want to bite me too? Thinking of this, I am heartbroken.

"Ahh

I held my grandmother with my hands, but she was so strong that she leaned close to my ear and made that muffled sound from her mouth.

Are you trying to say something to me, or are you trying to bite me?

Grandma's strength is very strong, and she is about to bite me in the next second, will I be like her?