"Ghost! Ghost!"
"Don't bite me! Don't come over here! Ahhhhhh~~"
"Someone! Help! There's a ghost!"
The lame man shouted, ran and escaped like crazy.
But he couldn't escape at all.
The lame female ghost pounced in front of him and started biting him.
Arms, legs and face... pieces and bites all over the place. The lame man felt heart-wrenching pain and extreme suffering.
He finally understood what it meant to be cut into pieces and to be eaten alive.
“Ah~Ah~Ah~~”
The screams reached the sky.
He shouted all night long, from dusk to dawn.
Not only him, several households in the village also heard similar sounds.
It was not until the roosters began to crow and white light appeared in the sky that the black shadows slowly retreated from the "magnetic field".
"Ah~ spare me~ spare me~"
The lame man struggled desperately in his dream, rolling around on the bed, and then fell to the ground with a thud.
“Ah~”
Another cry of pain.
However, this time the pain was clearer and deeper, as if it were real.
My forehead still aches dully.
The lame man suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with fear as he looked around in panic.
This is his home, surrounded by familiar furniture, decorations, etc.
"Where's the ghost?"
"Where's that damn lame ghost girl?"
"……No!"
"Haha! I knew it, it was just a nightmare!"
Humph, where is the retribution from the underworld?
How could there be any evil ghosts haunting this world?
He is not afraid when people are alive, so how could he be afraid of a ghost?
"Damn, he actually fell off the bed!"
The lame man touched his forehead where he had hit the foot of the bed, and there was still a slight bump.
"It's all that damn female ghost's fault! Ugh, what a ghost! I guess I drank too much last night and couldn't sleep well, so that's why—"
Whenever the lame man thought of the female ghost, he would think of his own experience of being chased.
There is also the pain of being bitten and swallowed.
He quickly shook his head, supported himself on the ground, and climbed up.
"Damn! What bad luck!"
The point is, after tossing and turning all night, he was hungry.
My stomach is rumbling.
The lame man cursed, both to vent his anger and to distract himself from being affected by the nightmare.
He limped into the yard, scooped water from the tank, washed his face first, and made himself completely awake.
Then he started to boil water and cook.
Having been a bachelor for more than ten years, although he had "wives", due to his special circumstances, he could not let those wives do the laundry, cooking or housework.
"Damn, these women are such bitches. I did that to them, but they still refuse to accept their fate."
It would be so nice to just be his obedient wife.
This way she won't be locked up, and won't be beaten... Well, okay, even if the woman is obedient, the cripple will still take action.
Because not treating women as human beings is ingrained in his nature.
The lame man felt aggrieved about this, "I'm not the only one who beats my wife. Isn't it the same in every household, generation after generation?"
This is the rule passed down from our ancestors.
With a few clangs and sounds, the lame man prepared a pot of noodles.
He first served himself a large bowl and began to eat it with noisy mouthfuls.
"I guess I have to help the third family find someone today. Damn, these women are such trouble."
Under normal circumstances, the lame man would prepare some side dishes for himself.
It just so happened that something happened in the village last night, and these "young and strong" people were busy for most of the night.
We all have to go out early this morning.
No one makes the rules, but everyone has a tacit understanding.
Today the whole village helps the third brother, and tomorrow the third brother and other people in the village will also help me!
Their village is the most united, otherwise, they would not be able to hide people, conceal things, or fool the county staff!
After finishing his meal quickly, the lame man wiped his mouth and stood up to throw the dishes into the sink.
However, as soon as he stood up, he felt a chill.
brush!
The hair on my arms stood up, and there was a dense layer of goose bumps.
"Cripple! Cripple!"
"You killed me, I'm going to kill you!"
"Cripple, you are worse than a pig or a dog, give me your life..."
The eerie and chilling screams seemed to come from hell.
The most terrifying thing was that the cool breeze and the voice were right behind him.
The ear on this side could feel the breath of speech.
The lame man's heart seemed to have stopped beating.
Click, click, click!
Like a special effects shot in a movie or TV series, the lame man turned his head stiffly—
“Ah~~”
"Ghost~"
The shrill screams were totally unacceptable to a human being.
The sound is broken!
Bang!
The bowl in his hand fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
Such a noise did not scare away the ghost.
So, this is not a dream!
How could it not be a dream?
Where are ghosts in this world?
The lame man's cognition was completely shattered.
His psychological defenses collapsed completely.
He began waving his hands frantically, "Go away! Go away!"
"Ahhh, I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"
The girl who was locked in the woodshed was frightened when she heard the ghosts howling outside.
Her face was covered in bruises, her body was emaciated, and her eyes were filled with endless numbness and despair.
But the noise still woke her up.
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