sprite house

With Chang Anzai's help, Wonton's business seems to be picking up.Stacks of money came out of the big tin box.

But Ah Yuan didn't feel very happy, he just felt weird, and there was weirdness everywhere.

However, no matter how weird it was, he didn't have the heart to explore too much, so life had to go on.

So after several days in a row, finally in the middle of the night one day, he, who had always slept soundly, was awakened by a dull thumping sound.

A Yuan sat up and took a look, the rare moonlight fell on the windows along the street, and the outlines of the furnishings in the house were vague.

The person sleeping next to him woke up at some point, and was standing by the pool, chopping meat with a kitchen knife.

The gurgling blood continued to overflow from the edge of the pool to the ground, and a huge black plastic bag was leaning against his feet.

Seeing this scene, A Yuan trembled inexplicably.He instinctively felt that he should lie down and pretend to be asleep, but the fear and curiosity in his heart were intertwined, and he panicked as he scratched like a cat's paw.

A Yuan sat for a while, but couldn't help but climbed out of bed slowly. The wooden bed made a slight creaking sound. He held his breath and stepped on the ground with his bare feet, moving very slowly step by step. Dare to get too close, and stopped after only a few steps forward.

He stretched his neck and probed to see what happened, but——

He met a pair of empty eyes.

The owner of the eyes has no body at this moment, only a head is left alone on the window sill, and blood drips from the broken tendons and veins on his neck.

A Yuan covered his mouth, desperately trying to stop the panic in his throat, but unfortunately his trembling upper and lower teeth had already betrayed him.

Chang Anzai suddenly turned his head, his dark eyes were like a predatory night owl, grabbing him directly.

A Yuan stepped back abruptly, and with a bang, his foot hit the edge of the bed heavily. He didn't feel any pain, and just stared in fear at the man who had suddenly turned into a demon in front of him.

Chang Anzai returned to his usual innocence, "Did it wake you up? I'm going back tomorrow morning, so I'll chop some meat for you first."

A Yuan gritted his teeth, and managed to squeeze out messy words between his teeth, "Fat, what is this meat? Do you know what you are doing!"

Chang Anzai glanced at the window sill, "I'm sorry, I forgot to deal with this." He smiled slightly, "Can A Yuan help me take it down and throw it away?"

"You..." A Yuan thought of the wontons sold in the past few days, every day!Every day, "You...have always used human flesh?"

Chang Anzai said, "What do you think?"

For some reason, the plastic bag on the ground slipped and fell to the ground, and a pile of broken corpses rolled out of it.

Chang Anzai still had a smile on his face, full of pity.

At this moment, the solitary human head on the window sill also laughed strangely along with Jie Jie. It turned its solitary self with difficulty, towards A Yuan, and blood bubbles spewed out of its opened mouth, "A Yuan— —Help me, A Yuan!"

That head belonged to Cong Wu!

The nerves that had been tense all the time suddenly burst, and A Yuan couldn't hold it back any longer. He let out a scream with his head in his arms, rushed out of the door, and rushed downstairs all the way.

A Yuan didn't know how long he ran wildly in the wide street, until he was exhausted, he knelt and sat on the ground leaning against the wall.

Sweat and tears were mixed in one place, and he was completely wet from the beginning to the end.

The night is closing in, and when a ray of dawn light pierces the lacquer curtain, the gray day and day also descend on the city suddenly.

A Yuan was in a daze, not knowing how long he had been sitting like this.

A small white rose protruded from the wall, and the snow-white buds trembled against A Yuan's face with the breeze.

There was morning dew, the cool morning dew rolled out from the buds one by one, wet his cheeks, and moistened the tip of his nose.

A Yuan wiped his face and gradually recovered his sanity.He stood up unsteadily, and when he looked back, he was actually outside the door of the low building again.

He raised his head, looking at the hidden deep building through layers of snow-white roses. From the windows on the second floor there were figures, one, two, three... Countless figures, crowded together against the window , greedily peering at the scenery of the outside world.

A Yuan heard a rustling sound coming from the depths of the garden, he took a step forward in a strange way, and the garden door creaked open to welcome the visitor.

A Yuan was thinking about the wontons pushed out from here at night, and he thought maybe there was an old chef living in this building making wontons for him to sell... Did they make any agreement before?Why doesn't he sell it himself?Maybe a physical disability makes it difficult to walk?Maybe it looks ugly and afraid of scaring people?

In this horrible house... the people who lived there couldn't possibly be normal people.

A Yuan's mind was full of fantasies, and he stepped on the wet grass and approached the source of the sound step by step until——

He saw the familiar figure standing in the back garden.

With his back turned to him, Chang Anzai chopped the stone table with a sharp kitchen knife.

He heard footsteps behind him, and then turned his head, "A Yuan?" He looked a little surprised, "What are you doing here?"

A Yuan stared at him, "It's you—it's always been you!"

Chang Anzai smiled very calmly, "Otherwise, who do you think is the one who makes you feel at ease selling wontons every day?"

A Yuan stared at the ground, his broken arms and legs had been gathered together, and the blood had already drained away in the bucket.Countless human heads hung high on the old trees tied with swings, and three others rolled down on the ground, shaking like tumblers. Their faces were stained with silt and grass mixed with blood, and insects were stuck between their mouths and noses. in and out.

It took a long time for Ah Yuan to recognize that these three people were clearly the ones who died——Xu Tong, Yu Li, and Xu Fan!

A Yuan covered her mouth and took a few steps back.With a clang, his back hit a hard object.A thick, fragrant mist curled around his neck and penetrated into his nose.

Behind him is the cart he pushed every night.

It is obviously such a familiar existence, but Ah Yuan dare not turn his head back now, he dare not look back, he is afraid of seeing Zhiling's human bones from the hot pot, he is afraid of knowing that he sold it... never It's all flesh and blood shaved from the bodies of these people.

But Chang Anzai didn't let him go, he was still smiling, with a faint smile, his downcast eyes showed a familiar pity, he asked him softly, "A Yuan, why did you turn your head to see what's in the pot? "

There was a strange rattling sound from his neck, as if a pair of invisible hands were stuck on his neck and forced him to turn back. When he turned to a certain angle, the boiling things in the pot came into his eyes like this ——

It is not the hideous human bone as expected, but it is a more terrifying existence than human bone!There was no soup or water in the pot, only balls of twisted and tumbling black air, which seemed to be the essence of the resentment of these people's death.

"What do you think you've been selling all this time?" Chang An's low laughter fell in his ears, but it was like a thunderbolt, which made Yuan panic. Resentment. You have always been the one who attracted them."

A Yuan stared at the pot of black air, and countless crying and distorted faces flashed in the black air.

Chang Anzai's voice was next to his ear, as gentle as ever, he said, "A Yuan, they all need you."

A Yuan thought anxiously, they?Who are they?why are they...

But before he could speak, Chang An's voice turned cold, "Now," he said, "are you willing to tell me where you are?"