Chapter 46: Capturing Ye 2

  Wang Jue stood upright, his legs stiff and straight, his fists clenched, a bloody gash on his neck, with bloodstains on both eyes, two nostrils, two ears, and one mouth.

  I shakily felt my face, but there was nothing unusual. I turned around to look at the people around me, and they were all like Wang Jue - seven orifices bleeding, limbs stiffened. My heart had accelerated to its limit, the head on my shoulder floated vaguely, as if in a dream, while the heavy sickle in my hand clearly reminded me that it was not a dream.

  What to do? What to do? Before we came, the village chief didn't tell us about the action plan at all, just told us not to speak and follow the team. Now that such a terrible scene has occurred, am I supposed to stand here stiffly with them?

  Just as I was thinking, I suddenly felt someone patting my leg and I got a fright. Looking down, it was the village chief crouching on the ground. He signaled me to follow him crawling behind. Like meeting a savior, I immediately put down the sickle and followed him crawling outside the team.

  The two of them quietly slipped out of the group and onto a small mountain path, where the village chief stood up straight.

  I also stood up and saw that the village chief's blue cloth shoes had some black stuff on them, and his pants did too. Following his pants upwards, his white shirt was covered in large patches of black. Looking further up, the village chief's face, which was full of wrinkles, had somehow become smooth-skinned, and his eyebrows and eyes seemed to have changed as well. I stared at the village chief in shock, but he didn't seem surprised at all - instead, he smiled and turned his face away, revealing a scar on his left cheek!

  I was stunned at the time, my whole body trembling uncontrollably. The person standing in front of me wasn't some village elder, but clearly the scar-faced man who had crawled out of the coffin that day!

  The scar-faced man, with a strange smile on his face, raised the sickle and said: "You can escape once, but not twice!" In an instant, he chopped down. I was so scared that I couldn't move, staring blankly at the shiny sickle chopping towards me.

  It's done! Older sister, I've taken a step ahead of you! All those years of trouble and heartache you brought me, ultimately couldn't be made up for!

  I closed my eyes, waiting for the scythe to fall, silently reciting the debt I owed to my elder sister over the years, waiting to be buried unexpectedly in this poor and remote mountain.

  One second, two seconds, three seconds... I imagined the feeling of being beheaded. That year a terrorist organization released a beheading video online, many people went to watch, but I didn't dare click on it, now I'm experiencing it firsthand.

  Five seconds passed... nothing happened, ten seconds passed... still nothing. I opened my eyes to take a look, and Scarface was standing in front of me, staring blankly ahead. Turning around to take a look, the group with scythes had already turned back and were walking towards us.

  Everyone was bleeding from seven orifices, their legs stiff and numb, taking slow steps forward. The sickles in their hands gleamed brightly, but the red ribbons were nowhere to be seen.

  Scarface grinned, grabbed my neck and swooped down with a knife. I felt the sky spinning around me. I touched it with my hand, my head was still there, but blood started gushing out from my neck.

  The sickle team is getting faster and more urgent. The scar-faced man has retreated to one side, and they are rushing towards me. When they are about to arrive, someone from somewhere shouted: "Quickly pick up your sickle!" I suddenly realized that when I followed the "village chief" out just now, I forgot my sickle on the ground. The sickle is now behind this group of devils, ten million eight thousand miles away from me.