Brain-controlling worm

Upon hearing this, someone immediately responded sarcastically on Uncle He's behalf, "But Uncle He didn't know that family would treat Zhang Shengshu like this. At least he found a wealthy family to adopt him and didn't kill him. Uncle He has made an invaluable contribution to the development of Guanshan Town. Everyone makes mistakes. Even if he's wrong, he should be blamed by the victims, not those who have benefited from Uncle He's kindness."

"Yes, Grandma Guihua, what's the difference between you and an ungrateful person who starts cursing his mother after putting down his bowl? The capital for your family's funeral supplies was originally lent to you by Uncle He."

Zhang Guihua felt her cheeks flush with shame, but she still put on a very reasonable attitude, put her hands on her hips and pointed at the person, saying arrogantly: "Go away! Stop talking to me about these trivial things. Instead of meddling in my business, why don't you take down your father who is hanging from the tree!"

Her face was full of playful expression of someone who was watching a fun event. The reason for her confidence in watching a fun event and not minding any trouble came from the fact that she did not find any of her own children among the dead, only some relatives and acquaintances.

As long as the person who died was not her own flesh and blood, she didn't care.

Seeing her extremely annoying face, the others secretly bore a grudge in their hearts, but did not attack her immediately and gave her a few cold looks.

Although they knew they had to bury their family members, they did not dare to act rashly after seeing their corpses resurrect for two consecutive days, especially since Uncle He, the backbone with the most say, was gone.

Everyone looked at each other and discussed for a long time before finally reaching a consensus. They were family members after all, and it was unconscionable for them to watch them hanging like that. However, to protect themselves, they decided to try the corpse closest to the town entrance first.

When the family members of the corpse came forward and worked together to remove the body, everyone watched with bated breath, taking a few steps back from time to time, ready to escape at any time.

Seeing that the body was about to be taken down, the little granddaughter who was hiding behind her mother tightly grasped her mother's hand and quickly retreated to hide behind her mother, "Mom, the way grandpa looks at me is so scary, I'm scared."

When her mother heard this, her heart nearly jumped out of her throat. She immediately glanced at the body, but fortunately, there was nothing unusual. She suppressed her fear, turned around and hugged her, comforting her, "It's okay, Mantou. Grandpa was murdered, so it looks a little scary. Don't be afraid. Grandpa is dead, and he won't be so mean to you anymore."

Mantou hugged A'niang tightly, covering his face with his wide sleeves, and then whispered in her ear: "A'niang, calm down. I just saw Grandpa smile at me. I don't know if I was too scared and saw it wrong. Anyway, if something is wrong, run away quickly, even if you have to leave me behind. If Dad is killed by Grandpa, no one will lock you up and prevent you from returning to your home, and no one will beat you anymore."

Hearing her daughter's words, her eyes moistened, and the fear in her heart was mostly covered by her determination. She stroked her daughter's hair to comfort her, without saying a word, her eyes fixed on the corpse.

The body was taken down and put away by the two men in the family. There was nothing unusual. Seeing this, everyone went to their relatives with tears in their eyes.

At the scene, there were cries of mourning one after another and paper money flying all over the sky.

However, no matter what method they used, when they touched the corpse or the rope hanging the dead body, the head of the body would inexplicably be separated.

Those who were pinned by the falling headless corpse waved their limbs wildly, pushing and kicking without caring whether it was their own family member or not.

Suddenly, dozens of skulls rolled across the slope, their flesh and blood leaving countless horrifying marks. Some of the skulls, in particular, had tumbled down the roadside, colliding with the rocks and leaving deep dents, leaving them completely disfigured.

Everyone dodged quickly, but they were still hit by the falling head, covered in blood and flesh, and were quite frightened. Their limbs reacted faster than their brains and they kicked it away.

The moment the dodger stared at the kicked head, the head seemed to come alive, its eyeballs moved, its gaze locked on the living person, and its expression gradually revealed anger and resentment.

"Alive! Head! Alive!"

The man, frightened to the point of wetting his pants, stood there screaming, unable to take a step to escape, and pointed tremblingly in the direction where the head rolled.

Hearing the sound, the first to react were the rolling heads.

Instantly, all the headless corpses lying on the ground began to twist their limbs in strange ways, struggling to rise from the ground and stand. Perhaps because they were headless and unable to see, they were too confused to find their way and stumbled around helplessly.

The heads rolled to a relatively flat section of the road and stopped. They kept bouncing on the ground, adjusting their direction until their gazes fell on their respective bodies.

The moment his eyes locked onto the other half, his body began to run quickly towards his own head, and then he picked up the head with both hands.

Then, they broke out into a run at a speed comparable to that of hyenas, nimbly overcoming obstacles, weaving through the crowd, passing all living people, blocking their way, and surrounding the living people like prey.

Anyone who tried to escape through the gap when the corpse was not paying attention would be immediately stopped by the faster-moving corpse, and then the head would be held in front of the stopped person to look at him/her, opening his/her mouth continuously but unable to make any sound.

Some desperately tried to push aside the corpses blocking their path, and faced with the severed heads being held before them, they found the courage to snatch them away and throw them down the hillside. But in the end, they were overtaken by the corpses, pinned to the ground, and beaten to death with heavy punches, each one hitting a vital spot.

No one dared to stare at the corpse to see what it was trying to say. They retreated one after another and moved closer to the crowd, not daring to think of escaping easily.

The corpses kept closing in, surrounding them, getting closer and closer until there was no way out. Uncle He, who was kneeling in the middle of the road, slowly raised his head and let out a hoarse, stuttering sound.

After Uncle He raised his head, he adjusted his cough as if he was clearing phlegm. Only after a large pool of blood was coughed out did Uncle He's voice become clear.

"Sacrifice all the boys and girls under the age of sixteen in Guanshan Town before you can rest in peace."

He repeated this sentence three times and then began to cough violently. Thick black blood flowed from his mouth to the ground. Blood clots mixed in the blood crawled on the ground like fat caterpillars and crawled towards the crowd, changing their appearance along the way while being stained by dust.

Uncle He knelt and kowtowed, his head hitting the ground with a dull thud. His forehead was pierced by the sharp pebbles scattered on the ground, leaving several streaks of black blood on his face.

His gaze remained straight ahead, his expression dull and numb, even though he had begun to bleed from all his orifices.

He bent over and kowtowed with increasing force. His broken neck was not strong enough to support the weight of his head, which tilted back and forth. The thin and dry skin on his neck made his head look shaky and he was in danger of being torn apart and falling to the ground at any time because his skin could not withstand the force.

He landed on his forehead before landing on his face, which was smashed beyond recognition. Dust, gravel and broken flesh mixed together, and soon his features became unrecognizable.

As Uncle He knocked his head to the ground, the headless corpses surrounding the crowd placed the heads in their hands five steps behind them, and the broken parts stopped firmly on the ground.

After putting them down, they pounced on the crowd, fighting and biting each other, and every move they made was fatal.

No matter how the people fought back, even if they snatched the sharp knives that pierced their feet and stabbed them back several times, they were not affected at all, like monsters that could not be killed or destroyed.

Soon, the survivors were defeated, and only the mother and daughter escaped to the town alive.

They didn't dare look back, and naturally didn't know that there was no corpse chasing them.

It was not until her daughter fell to the ground that she stopped to pick her up and she caught a glimpse of no corpse chasing her, giving her a chance to catch her breath.

"Mom, both of my ankles are twisted! Run! Leave me alone! You can't escape even with me! Find all the money in the house and go back to your original home! Run!"

"No! Mother will never abandon you!" Facing her daughter who kept refusing to push away her hugging hands, she said, "Before Mother was abducted, my parents originally wanted to sell me to pay off their gambling debts. Where there are steamed buns, that is Mother's home. You are the only reason for Mother to live! Be obedient!"

Her daughter no longer refused her, and she struggled to carry her daughter on her back and ran to the town. Just when she was about to give up carrying her daughter on her back, her eyes met with a neighbor aunt who ran out of the town, and she fell down with peace of mind.

Before she fainted, she reminded her aunt to run quickly.

The aunt suddenly felt something was wrong, and her husband followed her to check the situation on the mountain road. She didn't care about the fallen mother and daughter, and immediately ran forward. However, when she arrived, she saw a pile of corpses piled up on top of each other and blood all over the ground. There were dozens of heads scattered not far from the pile of corpses.

She saw the man trapped under the pile of corpses at a glance.

My chaotic thoughts prevented me from making a decision when I suddenly felt a piercing pain in my ankle.

She immediately squatted down and rolled up her loose trouser legs to check. She saw a bloody hole the size of her little fingernail three fingers above her ankle. A wriggling worm could be vaguely seen crawling into the bloody hole.

She had been bitten by leeches when she was a child, so she knew how powerful these flesh-drilling creatures were. But the leech crawled much faster than the leech, and before she could deal with it in time, her tail was gone.

What was even more terrifying was that she noticed there were some wriggling insects on the ground, covered in dust and unable to see their true appearance. Seeing that the thickness of the insect's body was about the same size as the wound, she immediately realized that this was it.

And in front of her, there were many such sandworms crawling towards her.

She turned around and ran towards the town, trying to go home and use the folk remedies to deal with the leeches, but before she had run far, the leg that was entangled by the insect gradually lost consciousness, her head began to feel dizzy, and she even had difficulty controlling her body.

Lying on the ground, she looked up at the sky in despair.

Eventually, the wriggling sandworms crawled all over her body and burrowed into her flesh wantonly. The excruciating pain made her scream loudly, and she felt like she was living a life worse than death.

Soon, the body slipped out of her control, stood up, and turned to walk towards the pile of corpses.

She could see, speak and feel, but she couldn't control or stop. The pain she felt with every step was just like the pain she felt when she gave birth.