A rustling sound seemed particularly clear in the silent night. An Dabing was awakened by the noisy sound in his sleep.

An Dabing rubbed his sleepy eyes, stood up and lit the kerosene lamp. He took the kerosene lamp to the window and looked outside, and roared loudly.

"Who is it? Who is outside?"

When no one responded, An Dabing opened the door in confusion and walked towards the source of the sound.

Walking to the cowshed, An Dabing looked over and saw that there was nothing unusual. He turned around and walked towards the chicken shed.

Suddenly, An Dingbing felt that he stepped on something sticky under his feet, and then a strong smell of blood entered his nostrils. An Dingbing was startled, and an ominous premonition came to his heart. He tremblingly held the kerosene lamp towards the

Look down.

It was blood. There was a large amount of scarlet blood on the ground. An Dabing took a few steps back in horror and fell directly to the ground with a plop.

An Dabing got up and suppressed the fear in his heart, and slowly walked towards the chicken shed. All the chickens in the chicken shed had turned into corpses, lying on the ground.

Seeing chicken feathers and corpses everywhere, An Dingbing's heart was bleeding, and he sat on the ground and cried loudly.

"What the hell! This is all my hard work for a year! It's just gone, you bastard! Who did it? Get out of here!"

Before he finished speaking, An Dabing suddenly felt a heavy breathing coming from his back, getting closer and closer.

An Dabing's hair suddenly stood on end, and there was a sense of fear in his heart for no reason. He swallowed hard, and slowly turned his head to look around mechanically. What came into view was a face with sharp fangs, and a mouth.

The smelly saliva was flowing and mixed with blood.

"ah!"

An Dingbing moved backwards in horror, and only then could he see clearly that in front of him was a black monster. The monster's scarlet eyes were staring at him greedily.

“Ya buy the disc!”

"Village Chief, Village Chief is not good, Village Chief."

A young man with messy hair wearing a green fur coat rolled and crawled to the village chief's house.

"Zhuzi, why are you calling me so early in the morning? I'm not doing a good job. What's wrong with me?"

The village chief put on his cotton-padded jacket and walked out of the room cursing.

"No, village chief, it's the soldier. The soldier and his son are both dead!"

"What? What happened?"

"I don't know! I just went to his house for a visit, and I saw the soldier lying in the yard, with blood everywhere! His baby was dead on the bed, and his mother-in-law didn't know where she was. Oh my God! I'm scared.

It’s killing me.”

Zhuzi was horrified and told the village chief everything he saw. The village chief's brain exploded when he heard this, and he quickly said to Zhuzi: "Let's go and have a look. By the way, call all the villagers."

Ten minutes later, all the men, women, and children in the village came to An Dabing's house. The women covered their children's eyes one after another and watched the bloody scene in the yard in horror.

There were chicken carcasses everywhere in the yard, with chicken feathers flying in the breeze. An Dabing's body lay next to the chicken shed. All the people and animals had their throats bitten off.

Zhuzi walked out of the crowd, came to the village chief and asked: "Village Chief, what is going on?"

The village chief was also confused at this time. Nothing like this had happened here for decades. He was also frightened by the scene in front of him. He turned back and glared at Zhu Zhu and scolded: "You...you ask me, who should I ask?"

?Let the villagers clean up this place first! I’ll go find Grandma.”

After the village chief finished speaking, he hurried out of the courtyard of An Dabing's house.

Grandma is a highly respected old man in the village, and she is also the only person in the village who can see things. After all, some strange things always happen in a mountain village, and usually everything can be solved as long as Grandma is found.

A few young and middle-aged men helped to clean up the house, and all of them looked unhappy. They had seen dead people before, but they all died of old age, illness, and illness. This was the first time for them to see such tragic deaths, and everyone was almost scared out of their wits.

Half an hour later, the village chief helped Grandma to An Dabing's house. The villagers had all gone home, leaving only Zhuzi and a few young people.

Grandma walked to An Dabing's body, raised her hand to lift the sheet and looked at the wound, with a puzzled expression on her face. Then she lay on An Dabing's body and smelled it. Suddenly her face changed drastically, and she stretched out her hand and pointed tremblingly.

An Dabing said in horror: "He...he has offended Huang Taixian. Huang Taixian wants to take his life. I can't control this matter. Send me back quickly, send me back."

After speaking, grandma ignored everyone and walked tremblingly out of the courtyard of An Dabing's house on a cane.

Everyone looked at each other, you looked at me and I looked at you. The expressions on their faces were exactly the same as Grandma's. They were all ready to make a move. Offending Wong Tai Sin here was like offending the Lord of Hell. Who dared to touch this bad luck.

They also wanted to turn around and leave, but since the village chief was still here, they had no choice but to stay where they were and look at the village chief, wanting to see his attitude. Little did they know that the village chief was not much better than them.

"Well...since Huang Taixian has taken away the life of Ding Bing, nothing will happen to him anymore. Let's just bury the bodies of Ding Bing and Wazi!"

"Yes, yes, it should be fine. The soldiers are usually nice to us. We can't just leave his body here." Zhuzi agreed.

A few strong young men nodded when they heard this. They felt that what the village chief and Zhuzi said were reasonable, so they simply disposed of the bodies of An Dabing and Wazi, packed up their bedding and buried them in the yard of his house.

"Since then, the villagers have been living in fear. They have to go to the mountain temple every day to worship and pray that Wong Tai Sin will not be angry with them. However, they still did not escape this disaster. In the following days, they continued to pray every day.

A man died tragically at home, but his mother-in-law disappeared. The villagers gathered at the village chief's house and wanted the village chief to think of a solution, but what could the village chief do?"
Chapter completed!