Chapter 40: A Night of Terror

  When I was a kid, my grandma told me that whenever a zombie appears in front of you, as long as you can shout out his name, the zombie will not dare to disturb you. Now we have encountered two difficulties: one is that we don't know the surname of Scarface, and there should be a memorial tablet on the offering table, but I peeked through the door gap and couldn't see it. Second, even if we knew the name, it's not necessarily guaranteed that this trick would work.

  When the body was taken down from the noose, Wang Jue examined it and found that the deceased's neck vertebrae had been broken due to excessive stretching during the hanging. In this situation, it can be judged with common sense that there is no possibility of fake death or anything like that. If I hadn't experienced what happened at the villa, if I hadn't been taken for a split personality and locked in a mental hospital, perhaps I would still have some doubts about the scene before my eyes. However, now I am absolutely sure that the scar-faced man standing by the door is not a normal person.

  I carefully retreated back from the door crack, gently pushed Wang Jue. He dazedly opened his eyes, just about to speak, but I covered his mouth with my hand. I made a gesture to him not to make any noise, and he nodded lightly.

  We leaned against the door and quietly observed the movement outside the house.

  After a while, the sound of chopping with sickles came from outside, followed by the sound of wood falling to the ground. After another while, the chopping sounds turned into clanging and clattering, as if iron plates and bowls used for offerings were dropping to the ground.

  Stretched his neck and took a look. Mom, almost scared to death!

  Scarface was wielding a sickle in the house, chopping wildly at coffins, tables, stools and offerings, nothing escaped his clutches, all were chopped to pieces.

  I feel a chill on my back. If he breaks the door of the inner room and rushes in, Wang Jue and I are unlikely to be his match. No, it should be said that we are definitely not his opponent. The only thing that can be used as a weapon in our hands is the earthen teapot that Ah Li secretly brought in this afternoon, which may be able to withstand one attack, and if used well, it can also launch a counterattack, after that, there will only be hand-to-hand combat.

  Now, apart from silently reciting "Amitabha Buddha" in my heart, there seems to be no other way.

  After a while, the chopping sound stopped. I plucked up my courage and returned to the door crack. I saw Knife Scarface walking into the yard, completely ignoring the broken stool and rotten table, kicking them with one foot. At this time, I clearly saw his entire back, his head still hanging limply on his shoulder, indeed it was broken when he hanged himself. However, it seemed to have no hindrance to his movements. I was sweating profusely, this scene was even more terrifying than a horror movie.

  Fortunately, he didn't turn back, and his voice grew fainter and fainter. I nudged Wang Jue beside me, who was staring with his eyes wide open.

  As the scar-faced man walked away, he asked in surprise: "What is it?"

  "Zombie or vengeful spirit." To be honest, I'm not quite sure either. I call it a zombie because of the legend, and I call it a vengeful spirit because of what Lixiaosu said.

  We sat back on the floor and spent a sleepless night.

  As the sky gradually brightened, someone came into the courtyard. First was a terrified cry, then a flurry of hurried footsteps, and suddenly a "Good heavens!" as someone unlocked the iron chains on the inner room.

  I and Wang Jue closed our eyes, feeling the moment the door was opened a beam of light shone in. Opening my eyes, it was slightly dazzling, a blue floral shorts was swaying in front of me.