The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

As the sky gradually darkened, Su Yang came out of the funeral home and walked towards home. On this journey, he did not encounter any strange things.

"Young man~Young man~"

As I was walking, suddenly, a hoarse and somewhat weak voice came from behind me:

Su Yang paused and looked back subconsciously. He saw a hunchbacked old lady in sackcloth standing at the entrance of the alley not far away.

The old lady was thin, her back bent almost parallel to the ground, and she was dragging a bulging large sack in her hand. When she saw Su Yang looking over, she waved at him again, with a pleading tone in her voice:

"Good boy, come and help grandma, okay?"

Although his values were unclear, Su Yang, who was kind-hearted, stepped forward without hesitation and said, "Grandma, what can I do for you?"

The old lady pointed to the black woven bag in her hand and said, "I bought too much pork this time. I, an old lady, can't carry it all. Can you help me take it home?"

Su Yang looked in the direction of her finger and saw the woven bag dragging on the ground, with an oily surface. There were also a few traces of dark red blood seeping out from the bottom of the woven bag, spreading on the ground like dried bloodstains.

Su Yang frowned, "Grandma, it's inconvenient for you to walk alone, why did you buy so much meat?"

The hunchbacked old woman opened her toothless mouth with a very strange smile at the corners of her mouth, and the skin on her cheeks twisted and deformed with the movement.

"The pig-raising family had a pig die of old age, so they disposed of it overnight, and they could get a lot of money for it."

Su Yang nodded and said nothing more.

Seeing this, the hunchbacked old lady continued to urge: "Young man, I can see that you are a kind-hearted person. Can you please help an old woman like me?"

Su Yang is not the kind of person who judges people by their appearance, but at this moment, looking at the old lady in front of him who is missing an eye, a huge feeling of resistance arises from the bottom of his heart, making him instinctively want to escape.

While Su Yang was still hesitating, the hunchbacked old lady's legs softened and she sat on the ground, gasping for breath and said weakly:

"Oh, my old bones are really failing. I haven't eaten for a whole day just to get this little bit of pork. Now I'm so hungry that I'm trembling all over.

Unfortunately, there are not many people here at night, and I don’t know when I will be able to transport the meat home by myself~!”

When Su Yang saw the old lady fall to the ground, he subconsciously reached out to help her up, but as soon as he got close, a strong smell of blood hit him in the face.

He was choked so much that he took three steps back. "Well, grandma, I didn't say I wouldn't help you..."

"real!"

Before she finished speaking, the hunchbacked old lady's originally dim eyes suddenly lit up, revealing a barely perceptible excitement in her eyes, "Young man, I knew that the old lady was right. Let's go, let's go!"

As she spoke, she quickly got up from the ground, not at all like she was just now, so weak that she couldn't even stand.

Seeing this, Su Yang had no choice but to carry the woven bag on his shoulders. The bag was heavy, weighing at least 100 pounds.

Su Yang followed the hunchbacked old lady and walked along the alleys, going further and further away. The surrounding environment became more and more gloomy, and there were fewer and fewer street lights.

Finally, the old lady stopped in front of a two-story building that looked abandoned for a long time.

"Grandma, are you sure you're not in the wrong place? This place doesn't look like anyone lives here anymore."

Su Yang stood at the door, looking around vigilantly.

I saw that the walls of the small building were covered with moss, the window glass was broken, and the door was mottled. It didn't look like anyone was still living there.

"Yes, it's right here." The hunchbacked old lady said firmly, and then shouted inside, "My dear! A sweet-smelling young man is coming, let's get everyone up to welcome him!"

As the old lady finished her words, a series of crackling footsteps suddenly sounded in the originally silent building. After a while, an old man poked his face out from the door.

His face was wrinkled, his skin was as dry as old tree bark, his eyes were sunken, and his gaze was cloudy and sinister, which made people feel creepy.

The old man stood inside the door and did not come out. He just waved at Su Yang and said in a hoarse and low voice: "Young man, come on in..."

Su Yang didn't think much about it. Based on the principle of helping people to the end, he walked in carrying the woven bag.

As I stepped into the yard, feathers that came from nowhere were scattered on the gravel path, mixed with dead leaves, and trembling gently in the wind.

Occasionally, a few clumps of dry animal hair could be seen among the vines entangled on the iron fence, like traces left behind by some creature struggling to escape.

Under the mottled lime mortar on the exterior wall, dark red marks can be seen faintly, like dried blood. In the center of the foyer, there is a dark stain with a strange shape. No matter from which angle you look at it, it looks like a distorted human face.

The house was even more dilapidated, with dismantled window frames piled in the corners and one of the glass panels covered with spider-web-like cracks. In places where the wall coating had peeled off, the cracks in the solid bricks were exposed, and dark red liquid was oozing out, emitting a fishy smell like rust.

One of the bedrooms was not closed. Su Yang took a casual glance at it and saw that the bed was a mess, with the quilt bulging in an unnatural shape, as if something was lying underneath.

"Put it over there." The old man pointed to the corner, his cloudy eyes looked at Su Yang twice, and suddenly he grinned, with brown unknown substance on his gums. "You must be tired, young man. Come and sit down. I'll pour you a bowl of brown sugar water."

Su Yang held a woven bag in his hand and glanced at the tables and chairs covered with black cloth. Half a fingernail was exposed at the corner of the cloth. It was blue-gray in color, with dark red dirt embedded in the cracks of the fingernail.

He suddenly remembered the dismemberment case that Revolver mentioned, and goose bumps instantly covered his body. He was about to find an excuse to leave when he heard a bang coming from the kitchen.

"Ouch, the bowl is broken." The old man's voice was full of laughter and a bit of stickiness. "Don't mind, young man, I'll come right away..."

Su Yang didn't dare to stay any longer, and turned around abruptly, but his shoulder bumped into the hunchbacked old lady.

He didn't know when, but she was standing behind him, her missing eye facing him, her other eye a muddy yellow, her mouth wide open, revealing her sharp teeth deep in her gums.

It was not a toothless mouth at all, but rather two rows of sharp, serrated teeth, dripping with light pink saliva.

"Good boy," she stretched out her hand, the bones under her skin twisted and squirmed, and half an inch long claws grew on her fingertips, "Grandma likes kind-hearted children like you the most..."

Su Yang pushed her away violently, and the woven bag fell to the ground and exploded. What rolled out of it was not pork, but severed fingers with fresh nails, scraps of skin covered with hair, and a bloody head.

The old man rushed out of the kitchen, holding a serrated boning knife covered with dark red minced meat.

Su Yang looked at the scene in front of him in astonishment, his head buzzing and exploding, "What do you want to do?"