Chapter 565
"Grandma! Grandma! Why is there a noise? What are you eating?"
"Grandma is a little hungry and is eating fried soybeans."
"Grandma! Grandma! Why is the bed wet?"
"My little brother wet the bed. He's still young and can't get up to pee on his own."
If my sister hasn't reacted by now, she would be a fool.
She tried to calm down and said to her "grandma": "Grandma, I want to pee too. I can't hold it anymore."
"I've locked the door. It's dark outside. Don't go out. Just pee in the toilet in the room."
"Grandma" didn't let her go outside, so she could only take the toilet and walk around in the living room.
The water for her brother's bath that night had not yet been poured out, and she suddenly had an idea and reached into the tub to stir it constantly, making the sound of water to numb her "grandmother".
When the "grandmother" heard this, she cursed in a hoarse voice: "You little bastard, you still have diarrhea!"
After a while, seeing that the girl had not returned, the "grandmother" urged her, "Why haven't you finished pooping yet? Come back and sleep!"
The girl trembled and replied, "I have diarrhea. I need to squat for a while."
After saying that, she climbed up the beam along the pillar, squatted on it and shivered. At this time, she was very glad that she often climbed trees to pick fruits.
Just when "Grandma" was getting impatient and got up from the bed to look for someone, a rooster crowed and it was almost dawn.
"Grandma" said in a panic: "It's dawn, your parents will be back soon, you go to bed, grandma will go home first and come back tomorrow night."
When "grandmother" ran out of the door in panic, the girl still didn't dare to come down from the beam.
It was not until dawn when people started to move around outside that I dared to run to my neighbor's house for help.
At this time, the girl's parents had returned. After hearing their daughter's story, they hurried home to see the picture, but fainted at the first sight.
Their little son had been eaten until only his limbs were left. The crunching sound was from someone biting their fingers, and the wetness they felt was his blood!
The mother woke up and cried, then fainted, and woke up and cried again. Everyone in the village came and was very sad and angry about this incident.
Grandma also came. She had poor hearing and didn't hear her granddaughter calling her last night. When she found out what happened, she was so upset that she wanted to bang her head against a pillar, but was stopped by everyone.
The girl advised that now that her brother was gone, they should avenge him, as the fake grandmother said she would come again.
Hearing that the man-eating creature was coming again, the other families with children in the village couldn't sit still and discussed how to kill him together, otherwise the children in the village would be in danger in the future.
So, late that night, the girl shouted towards the mountainside again:
"Grandma, please come quickly. My parents are not at home. Please come and sleep with me."
I just shouted and got a response.
"Okay~ I'll go over after I collect the chickens and lock up the pigs~"
This time, as soon as the fake grandmother entered the house, she was caught by the villagers hiding in the house with a fishing net.
When they lit the lights, they saw that it was a big gray wolf that was half human. They were shocked and angry, and rushed forward and beat it to death with sticks.
But the strange thing is that the werewolf could never die completely. Every time it was killed, it would come back to life after half an hour.
In order to completely eliminate it, the villagers decided to cut its body into pieces and discard it.
The head and tail were thrown into the water, the limbs were burned to ashes, and the body was hung on a tree.
After this treatment, the werewolf never resurrected.
But just when people breathed a sigh of relief, they were surprised to find that those thrown into the water turned into leeches, those burned to ashes turned into fleas, and those hanging on trees turned into mosquitoes.
From then on, the villagers were troubled by these blood-sucking worms for generations.
After Su Miao finished speaking, the scene fell into complete silence, with only the sound of wind and crackling firewood.
Wang Xinyue stammered, "Miaomiao, your story about the wolf grandmother...why is it different from what I heard when I was a child..."
Senior Sister Qingqing also nodded and said:
"Yeah, back then, the story was about a big bad wolf pretending to be a grandmother and knocking on the door... and the kids outwitted her. It didn't...it didn't eat people, and it didn't turn into a leech."
"What you said is so real, just like a real person and a real story, with a beginning and an end."
Su Miao nodded seriously and said, "There are stories about Grandma Wolf everywhere, and most of them are adapted from incidents of jackals, tigers and leopards attacking people.
As it has been passed down for a long time, you add some oil and I add some vinegar, and it becomes more mysterious.
My third grandmother told me that the story of the Wolf Grandma in our area was not originally about the Wolf Grandma, but about the Ape Grandma. The prototype was a mandrill that repeatedly came into the village to hurt people and steal children.
Apes are human-like in size and are good at mimicking, learning to walk upright like humans. In the past, there were frequent cases of mandrills descending from the mountains.
When she said this, everyone nodded in agreement.
A senior student said: "It's true that there are differences in different places. In our case, it's Grandma Bear, hiding in the dark, but able to stand up and wave to people.
People rush forward when they can't see clearly, and by the time they react, they've already been knocked down."
Senior Sister Qingqing also added, "Although we don't have a cannibalism plot, we do have a flea-transforming plot.
I heard from the old people that in the past, people took fewer baths and did less laundry in winter, so there were more fleas. There is a way to kill fleas.
You just need to find some animal bones and burn them in the fire. The fleas will smell the scent and jump into the fire on their own."
Su Miao's story gradually expanded the topic, and the topics were all over the place, no longer just weird stories.
Suddenly, He Rong tugged at Su Miao's sleeve and said, "Miao Miao, listen, what's that sound?"
Everyone fell silent, and sure enough, they heard a "crunching" sound, which sounded like Grandma Wolf gnawing on a bone.
"It's me~ I'm Huang Daxianer and Grandma Wolf~"
Senior Sister Qingqing's expression began to twist, and her hands were raised up in a ferocious manner.
Just when He Rong closed her eyes in fear, Senior Sister Qingqing spread out her hand, and there was actually a handful of soybeans in the center of her palm.
"Want to eat soybeans? My dear grandson?"
He Rong scolded, "Senior Sister Qingqing!! Why are you here again!!!"
"Rongrong, you're too timid. This won't do. In our line of work, you need to be brave enough! Otherwise, you might faint in the tomb."
Everyone burst into laughter again, and the tense atmosphere gradually dissipated.
In the night sky, the stars seem to be getting brighter and brighter, and the Milky Way stretches across the sky like a shining scarf.
After chatting around the fire for a while, Brother Qin looked at his watch and said, "It's already half past five. Let's go back to bed. It will be dawn soon."
After they put out the fire, they walked towards the yard together. Su Miao particularly enjoyed this quiet and intimate atmosphere and was reluctant to look back.
Under the moonlight, the open space seemed particularly empty. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she seemed to see something flash by among the shadows of the trees in the distance.
"Miao Miao, what are you looking at?" He Rong asked.
Su Miao shook his head and said, "Nothing."
Everyone returned to the yard, and Senior Brother Qin, who was walking last, closed the back door with a creaky sound, locking the night and those inexplicable legends outside.
But Su Miao felt that some stories, once told, would take root in memory and become an unforgettable nightmare, or wisdom passed down from generation to generation.
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