Water ghost

The next day, the half-blind man died.

Limbs were mutilated, and his death was extremely cruel.

When going out, Du Weisheng heard someone whispering with his back turned:

"It's so miserable, the eyeballs have been gouged out..."

"The intestines fell all over the floor..."

"Did you not see the lower body..."

Seeing him, they all fell silent again.

Standing like a donkey, when he moved, they backed away.

Then run in the opposite direction like a ghost.

Du Wusheng walked around, and everyone was the same.

Looking at him but not daring to look at him, he either ran away, or cried and begged for mercy: "My lord, forgive me, let me go..."

He froze for a few seconds, then walked home in silence.

The weather has been cloudy these days, like it's going to rain.

A black cat was running after something in the yard.

ran up to him.

A small round thing rolled under his feet.

The black cat grinned at him, with its tail raised up, fluffy and fierce.

Du Wusheng didn't touch the cat, but picked up the soft sphere.

a human eye.

A little black paint stared at him, bloodshot.

Blood stained his fingers.

Hand trembled.

The eyeball rolled a few times, and was bitten by the black cat and ran away.

He vaguely remembered someone saying, "The eyeballs have been gouged out..."

He was absent-minded while cooking, and the heat in the pot turned up in bursts.

He uncovered the pot, stirred the half-cooked rice with a spoon, and found something strange.

He looked over.

Another eyeball.

It has been boiled, and the solidified gelatin is tightly attached to the spoon and cannot be shaken off.

His stomach was churning, he covered his lips and retched, vomiting out tears.

The pot of rice was poured into the ditch by him.

Grandma Du stomped her feet angrily when she saw the steaming rice grains: "What a waste..."

Du Wusheng smiled awkwardly and said, "My hand slipped."

The black cat came over, and the cat whiskers kept trembling, smelling the smell of blood. It stuck out its tongue and licked it. It was so hot that it jumped three feet high, and its four paws touched the ground and began to twitch, as if it had gone mad with epilepsy.

Du Wusheng took out the brush and other utensils again, and began to clean the pot.

Over and over again, the shadow of the bloody smell couldn't be removed, and the bloody eyeballs dangled in his mind.

He covered his mouth and retched again.

The lunch is very rich.

Du Weisheng did it.

No meat, a table of vegetarian dishes.

It's a bit like eating fast and praying to Buddha.

Since Mr. Du left, Grandma Du has been a vegetarian and burned incense to pray for blessings.

Grandma Du held incense in her hands, bowed to the altar, and bowed to the spiritual seat of Mr. Du.

There was a stack of old yellow papers under the incense table, Du Wusheng saw it, and silently lowered his eyes.

During the meal, Du Wusheng also picked something from the dish, but he couldn't swallow it in his mouth.

It's still the same at dinner.

His stomach was very empty, but he couldn't swallow anything. Grandma Du touched his forehead, but he was fine.

Du Wusheng sat in the yard for a while, and saw the moon gradually rising, and a cloud pulled over, hazy covering the red moon.

There are noises in the house.

Swish, rustle, string after string.

He entered the main room, turned on the light, a few mice ran around in fright, and some ran over his feet.

It smelled foul and rotten.

Squeaking, the sound of mice, calling for friends, but no companions were called, but Du Weisheng was called.

He went to the cupboard, which was lined with several layers of folded newspapers, just enough to put his hand in.

touched it.

It should be a rat.

Squeakingly bit his hand.

Du Wusheng seldom cheered up and took it out slowly.

Blood was dragged all over the place.

Blood on one hand.

Lying in his hand was a scarlet tongue.

"Wu Sheng?" Grandma called him, puzzled.

He turned around and put his hands behind his back.

His face was as pale as snow.

"Grandma." He pretended to be calm, opening and closing his mouth, a little unable to hear his own voice.

yard.

The devoured moon disappeared at a slow speed.

Desolate and desolate, full of ghosts and ghosts, gloomy and gloomy, it is impossible to distinguish ghosts.

Du Wusheng is burying something.

She saw him standing up, leaning on the locust tree and bending down again, and began to vomit, vomiting up his lungs and intestines.

he's gone.

Grandma Du dug out the things.

A cut of tongue.

Father Du sniffed the smell and ran away with his tongue in his mouth.

Following the past, Father Du happily gnawed on the ground, kneeling on the ground with two legs, his buttocks raised high.

There was also a gnawed human leg on the ground.