My heart was already in my throat, but Wang Yong's shout scared me so much that I almost plunged headfirst into the hole.

I stood up, gave Wang Yong a disgruntled look, and asked, "Brother Wang, what's wrong? Is there something in here that I can't see?"

“Master Zuo, there’s something in this cave. You’d better not look. It’s terrifying. I only glanced at it the other day and saw a pair of eerie green eyes inside.” Wang Yong said softly, his face filled with fear.

"Brother Wang, it's alright, I'm a professional. Just don't yell like that, it's really scary." After I finished speaking, I squatted down again and shone my phone into the cave.

It was too dark inside, and it didn't seem to go straight down, so I couldn't see the bottom. As for the eerie green eyes that Wang Yong mentioned, I didn't see them. There were some bloodstains inside the cave entrance, which should be chicken blood, but it was strange that they hadn't dried up after so long.

Just as I stood up, I thought I saw a flash of green light in the cave out of the corner of my eye. I was startled and quickly squatted down, holding my phone to shine the light. But the cave was still the same as before; I couldn't see anything.

I stared at the cave entrance for a while, and when I didn't find anything, I slowly stood up.

"Master Zuo, did you see those eerie green eyes?" Wang Yong swallowed and asked.

"No," I shook my head and said, "Let's go back first."

"Oh, okay, this thing doesn't dare to come out during the day, but at night it goes to steal my chickens," Wang Yong said as he walked ahead.

I glanced back at the new grave, my brow furrowed. Although I didn't see the body, I was about 80% sure it had changed. Otherwise, if a person had been filthy for so many days, the stench of decay would have been noticeable by now.

It should be a walking corpse. If it were a zombie, Wang Yong would have been killed long ago, and it's impossible for him to still be safe and sound.

By the time they returned to Wang Yong's residence, it was already getting dark.

“Master Zuo, since that thing only comes out late at night anyway, you probably haven’t had dinner yet, right? I’ll go make dinner first,” Wang Yong said.

I nodded and said, "Brother Wang, you're a bit weak, let me help you too."

Soon Wang Yong caught a chicken, killed it, scalded it with boiling water, and I started to help pluck the feathers.

While I was busy with my work, I asked, "Brother Wang, did you see that thing clearly?"

Wang Yong was washing a pot when they heard this. They stopped, looked at each other for a moment, thought about it, and then shook their heads.

He said calmly, "I didn't see his face clearly, but he was rather short and was wearing a gray floral funeral shroud."

"Do you recognize the deceased? Was he also this short?" I guessed it must be the old woman, otherwise who would wear a funeral shroud to steal chickens and run towards the new grave? Otherwise, there would be no way to explain the big hole in the new grave.

"I don't know much about her, but I heard that she was short and liked to swear. This old woman used to live in the city, but she was sent back to her hometown because she was dying."

"Oh." I nodded and handed the plucked chicken to Wang Yong.

Wang Yong took the chicken and skillfully began to prepare it.

Soon, Wang Yong had prepared the meal: a vegetable dish, a stir-fried chicken dish, and a pot of chicken soup.

"Master Zuo, there's nothing to serve you." Wang Yong awkwardly scratched his head.

"It's already very good," I said politely.

Wang Yong brought over bowls and chopsticks, and I also got a bowl of chicken soup and slowly drank it.

"Brother Wang, has anyone suspicious come here recently?" I asked. This old lady couldn't have turned into a walking corpse for no reason. If it wasn't done by someone, even if the place where she was buried was special, it was impossible for her to come out in such a short time.

“I didn’t find any strangers on the surveillance cameras at the chicken farm. I also have a surveillance camera back in my hometown, which is right at the intersection. When I’m done with this, I can take you back to see it,” Wang Yong replied.

"Okay, I'll go check it out then." I nodded.

"Master Zuo, would you like a glass of rice wine? It's homemade." Wang Yong took out a bottle, poured himself a glass, and asked.

"No need, I don't drink." I shook my head.

"Actually, I don't know either. It's just that I live here alone, haha, you know what I mean." Wang Yong scratched his head awkwardly.

I just smiled. When faced with something like this, it's understandable to stay here alone to watch the chickens and drink some alcohol to bolster your courage.

Sigh, it's all for the sake of making a living.

"Beep beep beep beep!"

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Is that Ayan?" Wang Yong stood up and was about to open the door.

"Wait a minute." I stopped Wang Yong, my face turning grim. Four knocks on the door in the middle of the night—if it wasn't a prank, then it must be something evil coming in.