Chapter 1 Midnight Fright

  "Ah," a mournful scream pierced the silence, accompanied by a shriek that seemed to tear at the throat, as a column of blood spurted out and splattered on the broken door and window.

  Everything seems calm again.

  A faint, sharp and piercing sound came from the gap between the doors, a rotten wooden door creaked open with a slit just enough for one person to pass through. With the dim light of the remaining candle, a vague shadow was cast out from the gap, swaying back and forth. Every time the shadow moved, a rustling sound echoed on the ground, and as it moved, its outline seemed to become clearer.

  Suddenly a bloody and withered hand grasped the door frame, while another hand

  It seems to be grasping an arm... Behind it is a headless corpse, with bright red ** dripping from the severed neck.

  "Why do I always get stuck with this miserable job?" Wang Cang muttered to himself, resentful of the village chief's unfair arrangement. But it was already deep in the night, and walking on this rural path was eerie, even though he had never done anything wrong and didn't believe in evil spirits. However, the road ahead led to the burial grounds, and he couldn't shake off the feeling of unease, his hair standing on end as a chill wind blew, making him shiver.

  "Strange things happen, please let the old man and woman go" was painted black, and the fearful prince tiptoed away, praying.

  With a million unwilling thoughts in his heart, he finally approached the gloomy and chaotic tomb mound. The dark night sky draped a layer of black gauze over the gloomy cemetery, while the faint and hazy moonlight made the cemetery seem boundless. The abandoned tombs had no mourners, making them look even more desolate. Only the grave on the edge still emitted a pungent smell of mud, and the white chrysanthemum on the tombstone wreath had not withered yet. But all this seemed to suffocate Wang Cang.

  Suddenly, a crisp "crack" sound came from under the crown prince's feet, followed by a sharp pain in his bare feet, as if something hard had grasped them.

  His arm suddenly shook, and the bowl and chopsticks in his hand crashed into something with a loud bang. He looked down to see a corpse lying quietly at his feet, scaring Wang Cun almost to death.

  He backed away a few steps, staring at the corpse in shock, as if afraid it would suddenly sit up.

  After a while, the corpse on the ground seemed to be still, and Wang Cuo calmed down, gathered his courage and walked towards the sprawling corpse.

  "Scaring oneself"

  The prince wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead with his sleeve: "My gallbladder almost flipped out"

  "They've looted everything and didn't even send us back, how ruthless"

  The prince thought it was a false alarm, the fear from just now seemed to be thrown to the back of his mind, vanished into thin air. He picked up the corpse and muttered "You're lucky today, running into me!"

  Just as he picked up the corpse and was about to put it back in the coffin.

  A black thing suddenly shot out of the coffin, followed by a meow.

  Before Wang Cang could scold the cat, a shocking scene that made his liver and gallbladder burst appeared.

  Not far away, a hunched figure dragged a headless corpse stiffly towards the prince.

  This scene made Wang Cang almost lose his judgment, reality forced him to re-examine his values, because that hunched figure, the face was clearly just deceased Wang Nainai, and that headless corpse... From the clothes, it could be identified as Sun Dajye from the village.

  The king's eyes watched as the deceased Queen Mother slowly approached him, while his uncooperative legs seemed to have completely given up, and his body went limp and fell into the coffin behind him. Lying in the two-meter-long old coffin, however, made Wang Zhuo feel a sense of peace he had never felt before. And at the moment he fell into the coffin, everything seemed to have fallen silent instantly, even the sound of the corpse rubbing against the ground stopped abruptly. But the quieter it was, the more terrified Wang Zhuo's heart became.

  Suddenly, a series of crisp and continuous "creaks" sounded from outside the coffin! It seemed to be very close to the coffin.

  Wang Chu held his breath and peeked through the crack in the coffin towards the direction of the sound, Wang Chu took a sharp intake of cool air.

  That headless corpse was torn to pieces by Grandma Wang, with blood dripping from each piece. Her mouth was chomping and chewing on the bloody bones with a cracking sound.

  Then, Grandma Wang's skull slowly rotated, accompanied by a series of cracking sounds. The angle of rotation was already unimaginable. On the skull that had been twisted 180 degrees, the pale old face covered in bloodstains glared at the crack in the coffin, with a torn mouth and a crimson tooth squeezed out between the teeth, as if sneering at King Wang's corpse inside.

  The prince felt a warmth in his crotch and thought "I'm done for, I've been discovered?"

  The prince was afraid that the next one to be torn apart might be himself, and he couldn't help but shiver. But this kind of death was too hard for him to accept, and he seemed to still have a glimmer of luck, thinking that if Wang Nainai ate one corpse, she wouldn't be full yet, and after eating her fill, she would leave.

  "Nima, how did I end up delivering food to those four old geezers? I almost lost my life!" Wang Cang was now speechless with regret.

  His heart seemed to beat faster and faster, trying to control his breathing rate, but the more he tried to control it, the more urgent his breath became.

  Just as Wang Zhuo was terrified and at a loss, the chewing sound outside disappeared. He was seized by loneliness and fear, and the deathly silence made his scalp tingle. He felt another wave of warmth in his lower body. He peered through the crack in the coffin and found that Wang Nainai's position had vanished without even leaving a shadow, only a puddle of sticky blood and flesh remained. Wang Zhuo's eyes blurred, and his trembling hands grasped the edge of the coffin, slowly poking out his forehead to observe the outside movement.

  "Where did she go?" Wang Chu asked in a trembling voice.

  Just then he seemed to feel a chill behind him, the cold air pressing in on him, as if a pair of eyes were staring straight at him.

  "What is this?" Wang Chu felt a drop of stinky and sticky liquid fall on his shoulder, at first he thought it was something from the bird's droppings. But after carefully distinguishing it.

  "Ah... it's blood." Just as Wang Zhuo glanced back at his shoulder, he seemed to have caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. Wang Nainai's old face was stuck tightly to his back. Wang Zhuo's large sweat beads hung from his forehead. "I must be seeing things." He suspected that he had been scared out of his wits and took a deep breath before turning around sharply. "Ah..."

  Behind him was empty and desolate, all he saw were the short hills of earth bleached white by the moonlight. He let out a long sigh "Scared myself! No, what I just saw was clearly blood, where did the blood come from?" As soon as he thought of this, his heart tightened again. He looked around nervously, afraid that Wang Nainai would suddenly jump out and take his life. But he seemed to have overlooked one thing, what was right behind him.

  A pair of eyes without pupils stared at him, like the abyss of hell. The pale face was covered with wrinkles and scars, and the white hair stained with blood looked even more eerie under the moonlight. A red thread of blood hung from the corner of his mouth as he smiled at Wang Zhu: "Are you ready? Hehehe!"

  Wang Chu stood stiffly, like a startled bird, his hoarse wail sounding particularly mournful and powerless. He didn't have the courage to turn back, only seeing Wang Nainai's shadow cast on the coffin lid, baring her teeth and claws, stabbing towards Wang Chu.

  At the critical moment, Wang Chu suddenly gained strength and jumped out of the broken coffin like a startled rabbit, running towards the village.

  And behind him

  "You can't escape, ahahaha, ahahaha," Granny Wang brandished her arm, crazily chasing after him relentlessly, the disgusting blood-red tongue suddenly retracting into her mouth.

  But human endurance... The distance is gradually shortening.

  "Mother, save me!" Wang Chu almost exhausted his last bit of strength to cry out for help.

  But he knew that in this desolate place, apart from those four old immortals, there wouldn't be anyone else. He reckoned that except for the already eliminated Sun Dage, the other three might all be inside Wang Nainai's belly.

  Wang Chu didn't dare look back and ran out a few meters in one breath, feeling that he was only an inch away from Grandma Wang.

  The prince found a broken old wall in front of him, as if grasping at a straw to save his life, and wanted to try a sharp turn to open the distance between them.

  Just as he turned around, a blurry figure appeared at the corner of the wall.

  The prince seemed to be in a hurry to escape and didn't notice the figure, and the two of them bumped into each other with a thud. The prince scrambled to his feet in a flurry of crawling and rolling.

  But looking back again, Grandma Wang was gone.

  "What? The thing I just bumped into is Grandma Wang?" King Chu's eyebrows furrowed, this was also too unbelievable, had she become a ghost or something, it made him shiver with fear.

  "Ah yo, it hurts so much! Xiao Cang, how is it you?" A familiar voice came from the front.

  The prince, who had come to his senses from shock, recognized it was Sun Shu.

  Sun Shu's face was terrified and flustered, his soul was not at peace.

  Wang Chu was about to say something when he was suddenly gagged by Sun Shu. Wang Chu felt astonished at Sun Shu's sudden appearance, but more than that, he was suspicious - could the Sun Shu in front of him also be a zombie?!

  "Shh, just now when I was playing mahjong with those three old guys, my neck was sore and aching, so I lifted my head to relax, do you know what I saw? I saw..."

  Sun Shu suddenly closed his mouth, tongue-tied, as if he had seen something terrifying, slowly raised his left hand and pointed behind Wang Cun: "Wang... Wang..."

  The prince seemed to understand Sun Shu's meaning and felt a chill run down his spine, with beads of sweat the size of beans sliding down to the corners of his eyes.

  "Run!" Sun Shu turned around and ran like a madman.

  The prince did not dare hesitate and ran afterwards, everyone knows that the sheep that fell behind was eaten by wolves.

  The two of them started fighting fiercely.

  To say that Sun Shu was quite old, in his 40s or 50s, but this escape method really wasn't bragging, he left Wang Cang several meters behind.

  "Little, little prince, if Uncle is unfortunately dead, you help Uncle out!" Sun Shu panted heavily and turned his head to look at the prince behind him.

  Wang Chu felt a sense of puzzlement in his heart, this Sun Wang Ba, I'm still backing you up from behind, and now you're letting me carry your last will, without even acknowledging him.