Chapter 2: Terrifying Retribution

"Get spirit!" The village chief shouted sadly, and several young people of junior level shouted and raised the coffin.

Awang wore a hat on his head, with a scimitar on his waist, and a chicken cage on his back. The chicken inside the cage was clamoring and clamoring. He knelt outside the gate, and his wife and two brothers knelt down towards the house outside the gate.

"Welcome the funeral! Go out with your soul!"

Feeling that the coffin was about to pass over his head, Awang bent down and thought to himself - it can finally end!

With a "bang", Awang only felt that his head was hit hard, which almost made him lie on the ground. Then he heard the whispers of the villagers in his ear. He was three points of surprise, but seven points of gloating!

According to the rules, the coffin must pass over the head of the filial son, but it cannot touch his head. But for several people carrying the coffin, they only felt that the coffin in their hands suddenly sank and hit Awang's head without hesitation!

This is very unlucky, but the three brothers Awang do too much morality, and the villagers wish they would be retribution.

In Awang's fear, the coffin was carried outside the door. At this time, you had to take a nap, cover the coffin with red paper, and tie the red rooster. Then the funeral team set off from the village and rushed to the cemetery in the back mountain.

Along the way, the village chief and several old people in the village were serene dance steps, humming unknown spirit-giving songs, leading them with torches, and the coffin followed the fire. The rest of the funerals took turns and wreaths, followed closely behind, and threw the paper money from buying the road along the way. The three brothers Awang stood in front of the funeral team, turned around from time to time and knelt down to receive the soul, and presented the glutinous rice they brought to the coffin as a road sacrifice.

They set off at dusk, and the group stopped and arrived at the cemetery in the evening. The cemetery had already been dug up by the villagers, waiting for the deceased to be buried.

"Stop the spirit!" The village chief asked everyone to put down the coffin, walked to the edge of the tomb, first sprinkled some paper money at the bottom of the acupoint, muttering words to wish the deceased happiness and wealth in the next life, and then asked Awang to kneel outside, grab the soil, throw it back into the acupoint, and dig a hoe around the acupoint to throw it in, then carry the coffin into the acupoint to build the tomb.

After Awang threw the soil into the acupoint, he held up a stick of incense. At this moment, he felt a little guilty and sad. He wanted to see this old father who was bullied and neglected by himself, and then his simple and shabby wooden coffin, but according to the rules, he had to leave now and could not do anything else.

He had to go home alone first, and he could not look back or talk to others along the way. After returning home, he inserted his incense into the incense burner in front of the spirit card before the funeral was completed.

Originally, if he had asked the Daogong to save the dead, there should be Taoists in the family. They would hold small bells in their hands, burn incense and worship ancestors in the whole village, cast "oil pans", throw away grains, drive away evil spirits, pray for peace in all households and blessings in the family.

But he was afraid of wasting money and did not invite anyone, so the village was empty and waiting for him!

The night in the mountains came quickly. When Awang walked back, the sky was still a little brighter. It was already dark and it became gloomy. There was no moon, and the mountain wind blew on his back neck, feeling like someone was blowing cool air.

You can't look back! You can't look back!

Awang said to himself, and at the same time he walked deep and shallowly, and he accelerated his pace. He felt inexplicably furious and just wanted to go home soon!

"Meow--" A cat's meow came out of thin air, and suddenly appeared in the quiet night, which really scared Awang!

It was not an ordinary cat meow, but so gloomy and so shrill, like a baby's cry, as if it was coming from the darkness for him, warning him to be careful and remind him that the end of his life had come, making him unable to help but feel creepy.

It was the one who kept shouting at the place where he stopped last night!

Awang recognized the cat that had never appeared before, and felt that this time it was no longer staring at him from a distance, but seemed to be squatting on his shoulder, and its screams were right in his ears.

He stopped suddenly, glanced left and right from the corner of his eyes, and suddenly noticed that there was a pair of gloomy green eyes looking at him in the woods on the left!

In horror, the incense in his hand almost fell to the ground.

"Don't bother me!" He shouted and began to run towards the village. The mountain road was pitch black, and only the burning incense heads flashed and guided them in front of him, making it even more strange, like a soul-catching hell flame!

"Meow-" In less than a minute, the death-thrusting cat moan rang again, just on his back!

Awang freed up a hand to grab it behind his back, but he didn't catch anything. But he just felt the back was warm and his body became heavy, as if he was carrying something, and the cat screamed again and chased him with a tight sound!

A protruding stone tripped him, and the incense in his hand fell far away, slowly extinguishing the faint red light in the darkness. Awang didn't care to pick it up, and got up and ran desperately. At the same time, a strange itch came from his head and face. He ran and touched it subconsciously, and under his tentacles, it turned out to be a piece of cat skin!

"Help!" He shouted, and he didn't care about the rules that he couldn't turn back, looking around, but he really didn't notice anything following him, only his fear from the bottom of his heart.

He shouted, rolled and crawled back to his house, closed the door tightly, and sat down at the fire pit in the back hall.

Have you shook it away?

He gasped, and the fire in the fire pit made him feel a little safer.

After a long time, there was no movement! This made him feel relieved.

But--

"Meow--"

Once again, the invisible cat returned to him. It meowed, from far to near, and then penetrated the wall and lie on Awang's back, like a maggot with bones that could not get rid of it!

Awang jumped up in fear, took out a burning firewood stick from the fire pit, danced and waved in the air, and chased the cat's meow that was missing and could not be heard by others.

But not only did he not drive away the cat, he felt that the cat's meow became clearer and clearer. Slowly, he actually heard the cat's meow from his belly!

He pulled open the blue double-breasted cloth jacket and saw that in the middle of his smooth chest, a small bag slowly bulged, just like he had been bitten by a poisonous insect. However, the small bag did not turn red, but it was getting more and more bulging!

He pressed his hands in horror. When he started, he felt something was living in such a small bag. When he touched his hand, he suddenly slipped and turned to another place.

He presses again, and the bag will be moved again -

As his hands slapped faster and faster, the bag moved faster and faster. Later, he had no time to make a judgment, but just kept slapping his chest hard!

"Meow--"

Another cat moan came from Awang's belly, causing him to stop his hands and stay in the local area!

The kitten smiled. Who has ever heard of the kitten laughing? But Awang clearly felt that it was smiling! It smiled gloomy, proud, contemptuously!

With a "pop", during his dazed moment, the small bag on his chest grew to a certain extent, and something broke out!

A grass! To be precise, a plant, emerged from his chest!

The huge pain attacked Awang at once! At this time, the cat's moan stopped, but he could feel the cat's claws scratching his heart and liver! He pulled and pulled horizontally and vertically, shattering!

Awang was in great pain, but his mouth was as if it was sealed and could not be opened, so he could only scream in his throat. When he finally opened his mouth, he spit out a ball of fur!

He had no time to be shocked because he felt his stomach had been cut open! He looked down and saw that the plant was growing at a strange speed, erecting a line across his chest.

Then he could not hear anything. Before he fell down, he saw a red fog dissipating in front of him! His father was standing at the door, with a drop of ghost tears hanging on his thin and thin face.

When the people in the village came back, they found that a few steps away from the entrance of the village were left with a piece of incense left on the ground. It had been extinguished for a long time. Everyone felt something was wrong at that time! After rushing back to the village, they saw that Awang's house was dark and the door was locked from the inside, so they couldn't open it no matter how they called it!

With the nod of the village chief's host and Awang's wife, several young laborers split the wooden door. When everyone entered the back hall, the terrifying and disgusting scene made many people unable to forget it in their entire lives!

Awang lay on his back on the edge of the fire pit, his face showing a bitter smile, his eyes widened, and his eyes turned red. His body, to be precise, had a big hole exploded in the middle of his chest, and his internal organs were sprayed everywhere, and his heart was placed in his left hand!

Seeing this, Awang's wife fainted on the spot. The villagers were also frightened, but their eyes looked at Amu and Ashui.

Who is the next one of them?

"Amu-Amu-"

An old voice woke Amu from his sleep.

He sat up all of a sudden and pushed his wife beside him, but his wife slept very well and did not look awake at all!

"Amu-Amu-"

"Who is it?" he asked tremblingly.

It has been a week since his brother Awang's incident. He thought he would calm down, but he didn't expect that he could never escape!

"Amu-Amu-"

It's the voice of dad!

Amu's cold sweat fell. That day, when he saw that Pengxiang had not taken him back to the tablet at home, his brother died so bizarrely, he knew that it was his father's ghost that was not dispersed!

He shook his wife again, but the woman did not respond as if she was dead. At this time, the wooden floor made a dong-dong-dong footsteps!

"Amu-Amu-"

He was so scared that he rolled down from the bed, and only heard footsteps getting closer and closer, coming to the side of the room where he lived. Although he was not afraid of the weather or the earth, he almost urinated his pants at this moment. In a panic, he hid under the bed!

The door opened with a creaking sound, and a pair of barefoot walked straight to the edge of the bed.

Although he was walking, there were "normal" footsteps, his feet were three inches away from the ground, and there was a deep tooth mark on his thin ankle. That was his father's feet, and the ugly scar was bitten by a wild dog to protect him!

My father used to love him so much, but now he is here to strangle him to death!

He hid under the bed and didn't dare to move, hoping that his father's ghost would leave if he couldn't find him. But his feet stood in front of the bed for a while, and then his head slowly lowered.

Under the moonlight, Amu saw that his father was right. But his face was already corrupt, because he was too thin, he showed his white bones as soon as he rotted.

"Amu-" He moved his lips, as if he was smiling, "Secretly cut open his stomach!"

Amu almost fainted and looked at his dry hands reaching towards him!

"Dad, don't, Amu knows that he is wrong!" he cried.

"Cut open your stomach - Amu - cut your stomach!" The dry hand touched his throat!

"No!" He instinctively pushed away the hand, and because of the excessive force, he actually beat the hand away from his wrist. But the hand still crawled forward tenaciously.

"Hurry up - cut open your stomach!"

Seeing that his hand came over again, Amu screamed, and at the same time a cat screamed. The cat's voice was so fierce that his father's ghost disappeared, but the sound of "Amu" was still prolonged.

Seeing this, Amu hurriedly crawled out from under the bed, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and fell on the bed with weak legs.

"Meow--" The cat from somewhere cried again.

"I know, you save my life, I won't treat you badly. You come tomorrow and I will give you fish!" Amu said to the half-open window.

He turned on the light and looked at his watch. It was still midnight, but he didn't dare to sleep anymore, worried about how to survive until dawn.

Will Dad come to him again? Maybe he will go to the grave to sacrifice tomorrow, ask Dad to let him go, or move him to his wife's village? It would be great if the cat was still there, but I didn't expect the cat to ward off evil spirits!

As soon as he thought this, a cat's meow came from his ears. But the cat's meow was too close. Amu's heart was frightened and jumped violently, thinking that the wild cat had broken in.

But he looked around and saw no sign of a cat?
To be continued...