It was a piece of human scalp with hair still attached, the hair was wet and covered in blood.
"Hold!"
Luo Tianhe also muttered a curse under his breath.
I quickly went over and saw that he was holding a broken seashell that had fallen off the woman.
"My god, just how badly was this person shattered? This 'seashell' is even cracked open! It's so cruel, it's giving me nightmares. Is this some kind of 'abstinence' rule?"
Luo Tianhe looked disgusted and tossed the "seashell" in his hand away.
"Shh!"
Jin put his index finger to his lips, made a shushing gesture, and pointed upwards.
We held our breath and continued to climb carefully.
Along the way, limbs and fragments were scattered all over the ground, belonging to both men and women, all of whom were relatives of Uncle Liu.
Because Fifth Master had instructed that for the soul transfer to be successful, Sixth Uncle needed to find a large vat, put Little Fatty's body inside, and bury him forty-nine days later.
Apart from Uncle Liu's relatives, no one was willing to help.
So it's understandable that we now see these corpses all belonging to Uncle Liu's family.
"There are eight corpses in total. This is an attempt to wipe out the entire family!"
Luo Tianhe leaned close to my ear and spoke in a voice only the two of us could hear.
I gently shook my head, signaling him to stop making a sound.
As soon as we reached the third floor, the scene before us made our blood freeze instantly.
Uncle Liu's body lay beside the broken water vat.
His eyes were wide open, filled with endless fear and despair, as if he had witnessed the most terrifying sight in the world before he died.
One arm was missing; the skin and flesh at the severed point were torn open, and the blood had long since dried.
A huge wound was suddenly torn open on his neck, the skin and flesh only connected by a thin thread, as if it had been bitten open by a powerful wild beast, exposing his throat and blood vessels.
Meanwhile, Little Fatty was sitting cross-legged beside the broken water tank in an extremely bizarre posture.
No, it's more accurate to say they're sitting cross-legged than sitting.
Because his lower body was no longer legs, but a thick snake tail.
Little Fatty gripped Uncle Liu's thighs tightly with both hands, his mouth stretched to the limit, like a giant python about to devour its prey.
The tear at the corner of the mouth even revealed the depths of the throat.
Inside the mouth, the teeth were sharp and jagged, and dark red blood flowed between them, dripping down the chin and onto the ground.
With each swallow, his throat throbbed violently.
This scene reminds me of the "human-headed snake-bodied" performance I saw when I was a child.
For two yuan, you can buy a ticket and crawl into a small tent, inside which is a square glass case.
Inside the cabinet, a person's head was suspended by several ropes, and their lower body was a snake's tail.
At this moment, the scene before my eyes overlapped with the images in my memory, and a sense of horror overwhelmed me like a tidal wave.
What's even more chilling is that Fifth Master was standing quietly beside Little Fatty.
He gently stroked the little fat boy's head, a strangely doting smile on his face.
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