"That woman is a dead person..."

Mao Xiaocao said "Oh". When the other party passed by her just now, she felt a cold and cold breath accompanied by a faint stench of corpse. She didn't expect that the man would talk to himself to a dead person. The admiring tone seemed a little warm before, but when she recalled it, she felt a little creepy.

This man said to a dead person as if he was the real thing.

"Let's go, let's go back?"

"Aren't you curious?" Mao Xiaocao asked in a low voice as he looked at the two people in front of him.

"In this world, besides people, there are many ghosts, ghosts, demons, monsters, and monsters. They live in the world like us. It's just not common. There is no curiosity. I can't worry about my own bad things, so how can I be curious about them?" Wang Jingzhe shook his head bitterly.

"Okay, I didn't ask, I'll buy a fish to make it tonight?" Mao Xiaocao asked.

Wang Jingzhe suddenly felt nauseous: "Let's eat vegetarian food today!"

After walking by the river for a while, the two started walking back. Unexpectedly, on the way home, they met the man pushing a wheelchair again. The other party seemed to be in a hurry and looked a little anxious. The wheels under the wheelchair made a "crunch, crunch" movement.

"Sorry, borrow it." When passing by the two of them, the man greeted them politely, pushed the wheelchair and walked past them. Mao Xiaocao sniffed his nose and found that the smell of the corpse stinking was even heavier.

"The weather is too hot, and the woman's body is a little too late. If you stay outside for a while, it may rot." Mao Xiaocao asked in surprise: "But it's strange, how long has this woman been dead? Is he just hiding like this? What's the point?"

"A pathological psychology, it may be a corpse love, or it may be..." Wang Jingzhe said halfway and did not say anything further.

Mao Xiaocao asked, "What else is possible?"

"It's possible that this man may never think that the woman is dead."

The man in front of him pushed the wheelchair and turned into the old city. Unexpectedly, the other party lived very close to them, and there were several houses separated by them. When Wang Jingzhe and Mao Xiaocao passed by their home, they found that the courtyard gate was closed and fenced on both sides. Through the fence, they could see that the other party's windows were blocked with thick curtains, which were not airtight at all.

After the man pushing the wheelchair returned home, he hurriedly closed the doors and windows and pulled the curtains, and carefully picked up the woman in the wheelchair and put it on the bed.

"Sorry, my wife, I shouldn't have taken you out for so long today. The weather is too hot. Are you feeling very uncomfortable? Sorry, sorry......" The man looked anxious and his eyes turned red. After he put the woman's body on the bed, he took off the other party's hat and scarf, revealing a young and delicate face. Then he took off all the clothes on the body, and a smell of corpse smell suddenly appeared in the room.

If it weren't for knowing in advance, no one would have seen that this was a corpse that had been dead for no reason, but just thought it was an ordinary woman asleep.

The corpse was well preserved, with light makeup on the face, long eyelashes drooping under the eyelids, skin was loose and moderate, hair was still black and shiny, fingernails were on the hands and feet, and there were only a few spots on the body.

The man reached out and gently stroked the corpse's face and said softly: "Tonight, I will give you another massage and you will be well again, don't worry, wife."

"If you can't wait, I'll sing a song for you. It's your favorite song."

"The dark sky is low, bright stars follow each other, insects fly, insects fly... Who are you missing, the stars in the sky crying"

"The cold wind blows, the cold wind blows... As long as you are with you, the insects fly and the flowers sleep"

A man's face was filled with deep love, and he sang a song about a corpse on the bed, his song was desolate and his expression was sad.

A few hours passed in a flash, and it was late at night.

A figure suddenly jumped out of a yard in the old city. After coming out of the old city, the man walked out of the city along the street and came to the mountains across the Liangshui River. Then he walked up the hillside with a familiarity along a mountain road.

There is a grave on the other side of the hillside. Some people in nearby villagers' homes who died and did not choose to cremate would bury their bodies here. Most of them are ethnic minorities, so the official turned a blind eye and was too lazy to care.

The man pushing the wheelchair "splash" took a bag from his body and threw it on the ground. He took out a shovel from it and came to a new tomb. This was something he had done before. The new tomb had just been buried for a few days.

"Crash, Crash" The man quickly dug a new grave with a shovel. After more than half an hour, the grave was dug open and a coffin was exposed. The man picked up a crowbar and jumped into the grave, inserted one end of the crowbar into the gap in the coffin and pried it up. After a few strokes, the coffin board was lifted open with a "bang", revealing a corpse that was already a little rotten and crawling with maggots. A pungent stench immediately appeared. The body was an old man in his sixties, wearing a shroud and biting a copper coin in his mouth.

In the mouth that was opened, a white maggot was squirming and crawling out, twisting its bloated body.

The man quickly took out a body bag from the side, stuffed the body in and then tucked it into the pocket. He quickly covered the coffin and nailed it. After coming out of the grave, he filled the soil. Not long after, the grave stood up again.

The man looked up at the sky and said softly: "It will be another heavy rain tomorrow or the day after tomorrow..."

After a heavy rain, the passive new grave will be washed away by the rain and recover as before. As long as no one comes tomorrow, no one will find the body in the grave being poached.

After midnight, in the old town of Liangshui, the man returned home with a body bag. After pushing open the door, he came to the bed and looked at the body on the bed. He lowered his head and kissed his forehead lightly, and said with a smile: "Wife, I'm back. I'll wait for me to prepare later. I'll give you a massage. Don't worry, just wait for me."

After a few words from the man told the body on the bed, he pushed open the door of a storage room with a body bag, then bent down and pried open the floor tiles. Below was the door of a basement.

"Bang" the man lifted the basement door, jumped in, and then covered the lid with his back hand.

The basement was messy, filled with burning smells that could make people faint. The walls were covered with charred marks, which were extremely dry.

There is a long stove in the middle of the basement, with a copper basin placed underneath, and the upper edges of the basin are stained with oil.

The man opened the body bag, moved the body out from it, then turned on the stove and put it in.

"Boom" the man lit the stove, and the old man's body suddenly started to burn violently. Not long after, the "Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Zi Z
Chapter completed!