"Old man, why are you leaving?"
Crying could be heard from the village.
The villagers who were carrying the corpse opened the straw mat and saw that the old goat herder's neck was tilted to the side. It was extremely exaggerated. Clearly, his neck had been broken by someone.
There were also a few green spots on his neck, as if he had been strangled to death.
"Aunt, your health is more important!"
A few women from the same village comforted him.
The rest of the men gathered around the corpse, frowning.
"How did he die?"
someone asked.
"I don't know. He was already dead when I went there!”
A man in his forties or fifties answered.
"Killed?"
"It doesn't look like it!"
"And that donkey!"
"There was a hole in the donkey's stomach and another on its back. It doesn't look like a gunshot wound.”
"Don't tell me you've provoked something unclean!”
"Could it be Feng Men Village…"
……
The crowd discussed animatedly.
Their village was not big. There were only about ten households and seventy to eighty people.
Because they lived in the mountains, they hunted for a living.
His judgment of the wound was also very accurate.
Judging from his wound and the situation at the scene, it was very strange.
"If you die, what should I do?”
The woman was crying.
The onlookers were discussing what to do.
They didn't even think of calling the police.
"The village chief is here!"
Suddenly, someone shouted.
Everyone turned around and saw an old man in his fifties walking toward them with a walking stick.
His back was a little hunched, and his face was strange. He had a long beard and white hair, and at first glance, he looked a little scary.
But the most frightening thing was the village chief's right hand.
There was a tumor on his right arm that seemed to have split his arm in half.
However, the tumor did not seem to affect the flexibility of his right hand.
The old village chief switched his walking stick to his right hand and walked up to the old man.
After taking a few glances, he frowned and asked," What's going on?”
"Village chief, I found it on the road. I don't know what killed it!”The man who first discovered the old man's body said.
The old village chief poked the corpse with his walking stick.
Suddenly, the old man's abdomen moved.
"Eh? Dead people can breathe?"
A villager exclaimed.
The others hurriedly looked over.
He saw the dead old man lying on the ground. His corpse had turned green and stiff.
However, the clothes covering his belly were wriggling up and down.
"It's not breathing. There's something inside!”
The experienced hunter made the judgment.
"What?"
Everyone was shocked and quickly dispersed.
He had guessed that she was not killed. After all, it was impossible for a murderer to appear in this deep forest.
It couldn't have been killed by those poisonous snakes or ferocious beasts. After all, the wound didn't look like it.
What was that?
They lived deep in the mountains and were superstitious people.
There were monsters and ghosts in this mountain. Perhaps they were killed by this kind of evil creature.
The sudden movement of his belly naturally frightened them.
The village chief frowned. His right hand, which was holding the crutch, suddenly reached forward uncontrollably. The crutch accurately pierced into the clothes on the old man's stomach and violently lifted up. The originally stiff old man's corpse was actually lifted up.
"So strong?"
Everyone was shocked.
However, this was not the only surprise.
The crutch was very strong, but the old man's clothes could not withstand the weight.
He was lifted half a meter high, then his buttons broke and he fell to the ground.
"Whoosh!"
His coat was blown away by the wind, revealing a fist-sized bloody hole.
A hand came out from the bloody hole. The palm pressed on the flesh at the edge of the bloody hole and slowly exerted force.
"One hand?"
"Ah, a ghost!"
"What is this?"
"Why is there a person hiding in the stomach of a dead person?”
Everyone exclaimed in unison.
The village chief's expression could not help but change.
"Left hand?"
He muttered to himself and subconsciously looked at his right hand.
Just now, it seemed to be…out of control.
"Village chief, what the hell is this!”
The panic-stricken crowd hurriedly retreated.
Even the old man's wife, who had been deeply in love with each other, turned pale in fear and hid behind the crowd.
"Hand sacrifice!"
the old man said.
"Hand sacrifice?"
Everyone was shocked.
Suddenly, they remembered that there was an abandoned ancestral hall at the east end of the village. It was said that decades ago, all the offerings in the ancestral hall were human right hands, which was known as the " human hand sacrifice."
But…that place had long been abandoned!
Moreover, that was a legend.
"What should come will come in the end!"
Village Chief muttered.
Then, an extremely strange smile suddenly appeared on his face.
Then, he raised his right hand and said with a smile," Everyone, do you think that this 'tumor' is a hereditary disease in our village?”
"What do you mean?"
"Village Chief, what did you say?"
"Grandpa Village Chief, your smile is so scary!”
……
Everyone was stunned and subconsciously raised their right hand.
They saw that on their right forearms near their elbows, circles of lumps were extremely identical.
The dead old man also had a similar tumor on his right hand.
They were confused.
What did the village chief mean?
Was this tumor not a hereditary disease?
Village Chief smiled. Suddenly, the tumor began to expand.
A few seconds later, there was a loud bang and the tumor exploded. The village chief's right hand flew out of his body and landed on the ground. His five fingers supported the ground, and half of his bloody forearm was tilted up. It made people's scalps go numb.
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